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Benzyl Salicylate Market 2024-2036 | Size, Growth, Industry Trends and Report

Asia Pacific Benzyl Salicylate Market is projected to view noteworthy growth during the forecast period on the back of the presence of a large number of consumers present in the region. The market in North America region is also expected to witness growth over the forecast period owing to the higher disposable income of the people.

Further, for the in-depth analysis, the report encompasses the industry growth indicators, restraints, and supply and demand risk, along with a detailed discussion on current and future market trends that are associated with the growth of the market.

The global benzyl salicylate market is expected to grow at a CAGR of 2% during the forecast period. The market is segmented by end-user into hair care products, skin-care products, and pharmaceuticals & nutraceuticals, out of which, the skincare products sub-segment is expected to acquire a larger share on account of the growing demand for the cosmetics. The benzyl salicylate is also utilized as a UV ray absorber in sunscreens. The increasing usage of sunscreen lotion is estimated to add to the demand for benzyl salicylate.

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The global benzyl salicylate market is projected to grow over the forecast period on the back of the proliferating fragrance and cosmetic industry. People are using a myriad of self-care products, such as musk, soaps, sunscreens, perfumes, and lotions. Benzyl salicylate is the key ingredient in making such products; owing to this the global salicylate market is estimated to witness exemplary growth over the forecast period.

In Q4 2021, USA current-account deficit widened stood at $224.8 billion. However, in Q1 22, CAD rose by 29.6%, reached to $291.4 billion, adding $66.6 billion to the gap. Export of good and services increased by $25.7 billion to reach $1.03 trillion in the first quarter of 2022. However, goods and services deficit were $79.6 billion in June, down $5.3 billion from $84.9 billion in May, revised- reflecting some sight of relief. On the other hand, annual inflation rate in the country hit 8.5%. Energy CPI surged by 32.9% in July 2022, inflating the cost of logistic and some signs to disrupt supply chain whilst electricity cost upsurged by 15.2%, highest since Feb 2006. Apart from that, In July 2022, existing US home sales declined 5.9% to 4.81 million (seasonally adjusted annual rate), the lowest since May of 2020 and below market expectations of 4.89 million. As mortgage rate touches to peak 6%, sales for houses declined for a sixth consecutive month. Global energy crises to remain at focal point, pushing consumers to spend less on the products and services and save more.

On the other hand, the worst is expected to be seen in the European countries especially during 2022 winters. The energy and gas crises has already started grappling the region where in many Western European countries including Germany is looking for coal fired solutions to tackle the gas supply shortage, created by Russian-Ukraine conflict.

Amidst global concerns, market players have started looking for safe investments by holding on to the new technology and product launches. Factors like currency translation, disruption in global supply chain, Anti-China sentiments brewing across the globe, slowdown in Chinese economy, inflated products prices, USD getting stronger every week, decreasing purchasing power and strict measures taken by central banks/institutions across the world to ensure less spending and more saving, could hit the demand for the product and service badly in near future.

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The research is global in nature and covers detailed analysis on the market in North America (U.S., Canada), Europe (U.K., Germany, France, Italy, Spain, Hungary, Belgium, Netherlands & Luxembourg, NORDIC [Finland, Sweden, Norway, Denmark], Poland, Turkey, Russia, Rest of Europe), Latin America (Brazil, Mexico, Argentina, Rest of Latin America), Asia-Pacific (China, India, Japan, South Korea, Indonesia, Singapore, Malaysia, Australia, New Zealand, Rest of Asia-Pacific), Middle East and Africa (Israel, GCC [Saudi Arabia, UAE, Bahrain, Kuwait, Qatar, Oman], North Africa, South Africa, Rest of Middle East and Africa). In addition, analysis comprising market size, Y-O-Y growth & opportunity analysis, market players’ competitive study, investment opportunities, demand for future outlook etc. has also been covered and displayed in the research report.

Growing Awareness for Hygiene and Grooming to boost the Market Growth

The global benzyl salicylate market is estimated to witness remarkable growth on the back of growing awareness for hygiene and grooming amongst the people. With the advent of the pandemic, world organizations are campaigning to convey the message of the importance of cleanliness. Additionally, benzyl salicylate is a key ingredient in making products such as soaps and lotions. Owing to this, the global benzyl salicylate market is estimated to witness remarkable growth during the forecast period.

However, the related health hazards are expected to operate as a key restraint to the growth of the global benzyl salicylate market over the forecast period.

This report also provides the existing competitive scenario of some of the key players of the global benzyl salicylate market which includes company profiling of Zhenjiang Gaopeng Pharmaceutical CO,. Ltd, Jiangsu Puyuan Chemical Co., Ltd, JQC (Huayin) Pharmaceuticals Co., Ltd., ECSA Chemicals AG, LLUCH ESSENCE S.A de C.V., OQEMA AG., Glentham Life Sciences Limited., Taytonn ASCC Pte Ltd, Whole Chem, LLC. and The Lermond Company, LLC. The profiling enfolds key information of the companies which encompasses business overview, products and services, key financials and recent news and developments. On the whole, the report depicts detailed overview of the global benzyl salicylate market that will help industry consultants, equipment manufacturers, existing players searching for expansion opportunities, new players searching possibilities and other stakeholders to align their market centric strategies according to the ongoing and expected trends in the future.

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From Ashes to Embers

Chapter 12 - All That's Left is You

Ever since that fateful meeting with Noemi, an undeniable tension had settled between Luka and me. The weight of their words lingered in my mind, refusing to be ignored. Deep down, I knew Noemi had a point, even if I was reluctant to admit it. I had been unintentionally causing Luka pain, caught in the tumultuous web of my duties as Ladybug, defender of Paris.

The conflict within me was fierce. On one hand, my devotion to protecting the city consumed me, driving me to put everything else aside. But on the other hand, I couldn't deny the love I held for Luka, a love that warranted care and attention.

As I grappled with this internal struggle, a realization struck me like a lightning bolt. Perhaps, amidst the battles and chaos, I had neglected to show Luka just how much I cherished him. It was not enough to simply assume that he understood my love. Actions spoke louder than words, and it was time to bridge the gap that had formed between us.

I resolved to make a change, to mend the wounds that had been inadvertently inflicted. It was time to demonstrate to Luka, in every way possible, that my love for him was unwavering. Paris needed me, but that didn't mean I couldn't find a balance, a way to ensure that Luka felt my love and support.

With newfound determination, I vowed to make our relationship a priority amidst the chaos, to find moments of solace and connection that would remind Luka of the depth of my feelings. It was a challenging path to navigate, but the love we shared was worth every effort.

Which is why I was bursting with excitement for our much-anticipated date in the enchanting Jardin du Luxembourg. The sun painted golden hues across the sky, mirroring the warmth that radiated from within me.

I slipped into a light blue mini sundress, adorned with delicate spaghetti straps that caressed my shoulders. To ward off the slight chill in the air, I draped a soft, white wool cardigan over my arms. The touch of white thigh-high socks covered my legs. Completing the ensemble were the white Mary Jane chunky platform heels.

As I stepped outside, the anticipation in my heart soared when I laid eyes on Luka, patiently waiting for me on his moped. A contagious smile spread across my face as I approached him. Luka extended the helmet towards me, He had yet to look me in my eyes which caused my heart to drop but I couldn’t blame him for how he was acting.

Leaning in, I planted a tender kiss on his cheek as a silent expression of affection. With a graceful movement, I positioned myself on the moped behind him, ready to embark on our adventure together.

With the wind gently rustling the leaves around us, it didn't take us long to arrive at the entrance of the picturesque park. Luka expertly secured his moped with a reassuring click of the lock, ensuring its safety while we embarked on our escapade.

Anticipation filled the air as Luka retrieved the picnic basket from the storage compartment of his moped. The wicker basket, adorned with a floral pattern, held the promise of delectable treats and delightful surprises.

Hand in hand, we strolled through the enchanting gardens, our footsteps creating a melodic rhythm on the cobblestone path. The scent of blooming flowers intertwined with the delicate perfume of the surrounding greenery, creating an intoxicating fragrance that enveloped us.

Like a treasure hunt, we explored the park, searching for the perfect spot to unfold our picnic. My eyes danced with excitement as I discovered a secluded area, nestled beneath the shade of a grand oak tree. The dappled sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a mesmerizing pattern on the soft grass below.

With a gentle flourish, Luka unfurled the blanket, expertly arranging it on the ground. Its vibrant colors contrasted beautifully with the natural canvas of nature surrounding us. We both settled onto the blanket, finding comfort in each other's presence.

"Hey, I've been wanting to discuss something with you," Luka and I coincidentally chimed in at the same moment. A faint feeling of tension hovered between us, an unspoken acknowledgment that things were hovering on the tip of our tongues.

“You go first Marinette,” Luka said with a gentle and understanding nod. His warm, blue eyes, usually so gentle, held a glimmer of anticipation and understanding.

Taking a deep breath, I mustered the courage to speak my truth. "I must confess, Noemi's words struck a chord within me. I've come to realize that my actions have unintentionally caused you pain, and for that, I am truly sorry. You deserve so much more than what I've been giving you. You deserve happiness, love, and unwavering support."

My words spilled forth, carrying the weight of my emotions. "Luka, I want you to know, with every fiber of my being, I love you. You have shown me a level of kindness and compassion that surpasses anything I have ever experienced. You have touched my heart in ways I never thought possible."

Leaning closer, my hand tenderly caressed his cheek, as if conveying my sincerity through the gentle touch. "That's why I am making a promise to you, right here, right now. I will show you, in every action and every moment, that you matter to me. I will strive to be the person you deserve, to be better for you."

A surge of determination swelled within me, fueled by the depth of my love for him. "Luka, I want to walk this journey of life together, hand in hand. Through ups and downs, laughter, and tears, I want to be your pillar of strength and unwavering support. You are my rock, my guiding light, and I am committed to nurturing our love with every beat of my heart."

"Well, that makes what I'm about to say even easier," Luka's voice carried a gentle warmth as he intertwined his fingers with mine, firmly holding my hand between his own. His touch conveyed a reassurance that instantly calmed the fluttering nerves within me.

With a tender gaze, Luka continued, his eyes mirroring the depths of his emotions. "Marinette, I want you to know that I love you. Yes, it hurts when plans change suddenly or when secrets are kept, but at the end of the day, it's you that I love, with all your imperfections and quirks."

A soft smile played on his lips as he spoke, his voice laced with affection and understanding. "I adore your passion for fashion, Marinette. It's one of the things that drew me to you. Your eyes light up when you talk about designs and fabrics, and it's truly captivating to witness. Your rants, those cute little outbursts, they show me just how deeply you care about the things you believe in."

His gaze never wavered as he continued, his voice filled with unwavering sincerity. "I want to be there for you, Marinette, through the ups and downs, the twists and turns of life. All I ask is for honesty and open communication between us. I want to be the person you can confide in, the one you trust with your deepest fears and wildest dreams."

"And you know what, Marinette?" Luka's voice held a hint of determination as he squeezed my hand gently, his eyes filled with an unwavering resolve. "I've already had a conversation with Noemi. I made it clear to them that their words were out of line, and that they had no right to speak to you in such a manner. I appreciate their concern, but they should know by now that I can take care of myself."

In that moment, a surge of affection and longing consumed me as I leaned in, closing the distance between Luka and me. Our lips met in a tender, electrifying kiss that sent shivers down my spine. It was as if time stood still, allowing us to savor the intoxicating sweetness of the moment.

As our lips melded together, I could feel the flutter of butterflies dancing in my stomach, their wings fluttering in sync with the rapid beating of my heart. Luka's arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer to him, creating a sense of warmth and security that enveloped us both.

The world around us seemed to fade away as we lost ourselves in the intensity of our connection. Every touch, every gentle caress further ignited the flame of desire that burned between us. It was a moment of pure bliss, where the outside world ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the intoxicating taste of his lips against mine.

That was until I heard the sound of marching coming through the Garden. Luka and I broke the kiss to see a swarm of knights entering the garden. Luka got up, pulling me up with him as we started to run. I tried thinking of some way that I could get away from Luka so I could go transform.

“I am Lancegaurd! Here to turn Paris back to how it used to be where Honor, Chivarlly, and Valor were respected and people were true to who they were!”

Just as the passion of our kiss reached its crescendo, the enchantment of the moment was abruptly shattered by the distant sound of marching echoing through the tranquil garden. Luka and I instinctively broke apart, our eyes widening in alarm as we turned our attention toward the source of the commotion.

To our astonishment, a swarm of knights, adorned in gleaming armor, flooded into the once serene garden. Their presence was commanding, their footsteps resounding with a sense of purpose and authority. Luka swiftly rose from his position, his grip tightening around my hand as he pulled me up with him, his eyes reflecting a mixture of determination and concern.

Fear and adrenaline coursed through my veins as I desperately searched for a way to escape and transform into the superheroine Paris needed in times of crisis. I knew that I had to separate from Luka, even if just for a moment, to execute my plan. My mind raced, seeking a solution that would allow me to protect both Luka and the city we held dear.

"I am Lanceguard!" the voice proclaimed, brimming with fervor and conviction. "I am here to return Paris to its former glory, where honor, chivalry, and valor reign supreme, and where people embrace their true selves!"

As panic surged through my veins, I made a split-second decision to intentionally trip and fall to the ground. Luka's reflexes kicked in, causing him to halt and turn around abruptly, his voice trembling with concern as he called out my name. "Mari!"

With a mixture of desperation and determination, I mustered the strength to shout back at him, my voice laced with urgency. "Just go, Luka! Find somewhere safe!" My heart ached at the thought of leaving him behind, but I knew that separating was the only way to protect him from the impending danger.

The conflict within Luka was evident as he hesitated, his eyes torn between his desire to stay by my side and the realization that our safety depended on his escape. "I can't just leave you here!" he protested, his voice tinged with a mixture of fear and determination. His outstretched hand yearned to reach for me, to provide comfort and protection.

But at that moment, the swarm of knights closed in, their presence looming over us. I knew I had to act swiftly and decisively. "Go, Luka! I'll be fine!" I reassured him, my voice projecting a strength I wasn't sure I possessed. With a heavy heart, Luka spared me one last glance, his eyes filled with love and concern before he turned and sprinted out of the garden, disappearing into the chaos beyond.

Taking a deep breath, I rose to my feet, concealing myself amongst the crowd of knights who had now encircled the area. The transformation was swift and seamless, as I tapped into the power within me, becoming Ladybug, the iconic superheroine of Paris.

As Ladybug, I swiftly maneuvered through the crowd of knights, my eyes locked on the helmet adorning Lanceguard's head. With calculated precision, I closed in, my heart pounding with a mix of determination and adrenaline.

With a sudden burst of speed, I lunged forward, my fingers gripping the edges of the helmet with unwavering resolve. In one swift motion, I ripped it off, exposing the vulnerable akuma trapped within. The menacing presence of its dark energy was palpable, but I refused to let it consume me.

Using the power of my Miraculous, I channeled the strength of the Ladybug Cure, a miraculous ability bestowed upon me. The radiant energy flowed through me, enveloping the akuma in a brilliant burst of light. As the darkness was eradicated, the akuma was freed, its malevolent influence vanquished.

With a determined focus, I unleashed the miraculous energy, guiding it through the city, mending the damage inflicted by Lanceguard's misguided quest.

Buildings that had crumbled began to rise, restored to their former glory. The streets, once marred by chaos, regained their vibrancy and order. The people, who had cowered in fear, emerged from their hiding places, their spirits uplifted by the miraculous transformation taking place before their eyes.

After detransforming, my heart raced with a mix of relief and worry as I frantically searched for Luka amidst the chaos. My eyes scanned the surroundings, seeking any sign of his familiar figure. And then, by the tranquil pond, I spotted him, a wave of relief washing over me like a gentle breeze.

"Thank God you're safe," I exclaimed, my voice laced with genuine concern as I rushed towards him, my arms enveloping him in a tight embrace. The familiarity of his presence offered solace in the aftermath of the chaotic events we had just experienced.

As we pulled apart slightly, Luka's gaze bore into mine, his eyes reflecting a mix of confusion and concern. "What happened back there, Mari?" he questioned, his voice filled with an urgency to understand.

Caught off guard by his directness, I stumbled over my words, desperately searching for an explanation that would satisfy his curiosity without revealing my secret identity. "What... what do you mean, Luka?" I replied, my voice betraying a hint of unease.

Luka's eyes never wavered as he continued to study me intently. "You know what I mean," he persisted, his words carrying a weight of familiarity and understanding. "You tripping like that, Mari... it's not like you. I know you better than that."

Unable to meet his unwavering gaze, I averted my eyes, my voice tinged with a futile attempt to dismiss his concerns. "You... you know I'm clumsy, Luka," I muttered, my words falling short in the face of his unwavering intuition.

Luka's hand gently cupped my cheek, guiding my gaze back to his. "Not like that, you're not, Mari," he stated softly, his voice filled with a mixture of love but also accusation. "I know there's more to it. Please, talk to me."

I took a deep breath, my heart heavy with the weight of the truth I carried. "Look, Luka, it's complicated," I began, my voice laced with a mixture of hesitation and vulnerability. "There's more to me than meets the eye, and..."

Luka's grip on my hand tightened, his eyes urging me to continue. But before I could gather my thoughts, he gently hushed me, his voice filled with a sense of tranquility. "Shh, listen," he whispered, his words carrying a soothing melody. "Listen to the song of the water. If you listen carefully, you'll hear a melody that transcends words."

We stood there in silence, the gentle sounds of the flowing river enveloping us. Luka's words resonated within me, reminding me of the power of nature to heal and console. And then, he spoke again, his voice softer, vulnerable. "You know, I never knew my father, and my mom could never bring herself to tell me. So when it all became too overwhelming, I would seek refuge here by the pond. The melody of the water would console me. What about you, Marinette? Where do you go when you disappear?"

Luka's words hung in the air, the weight of his vulnerability palpable. I could sense his earnest desire for honesty, his readiness to accept whatever truth I revealed. But as much as I longed to confide in him, the truth remained an elusive entity, dancing just out of reach.

Luka's voice interrupted my thoughts, his words laced with acceptance and understanding. "Tell me, Marinette. I want the honest truth, even if it means you aren’t in love with me. I won't be hurt."

Tears welled up in my eyes as his words cut through me. It wasn't Adrien that held my heart captive anymore. It was Luka. But the truth I needed to share, the secret that threatened to unravel everything, was something I couldn't bear to reveal.

Taking a deep breath, I struggled to find the right words, to convey the depths of my inner turmoil without causing further pain. "Luka," I began, my voice barely above a whisper, "there are parts of me that I'm still trying to understand. My heart is pulled in different directions, and I wish I could offer you a clear answer, but the truth... the truth is the only thing I can't tell you."

The weight of my words settled between us, and I watched as Luka's expression shifted. His eyes, once filled with hope, clouded over with hurt and betrayal. It was a pain I had never wanted to inflict upon him, yet here we were, standing at the precipice of our love.

He turned away from me, his body language mirroring the heartbreak in his eyes. I reached out, desperate to bridge the growing chasm between us, but he remained out of reach.

"I thought we had something special, Marinette," he whispered, his voice heavy with sadness. "Trust and honesty are the foundation of everything I believe in. If you can't share the truth with me, then maybe we weren't meant to be."

His words pierced through me, leaving wounds that bled with regret. I wanted to explain, to plead with him to understand. But the reasons behind my silence were complex, tangled in a web of duty, responsibility, and the need to protect those I loved.

As Luka's words settled, I realized the depth of the pain I had caused. Tears streamed down my face as I reached out, my hand trembling in the space between us.

"Luka, please," I pleaded, my voice choked with emotion. "I never meant to hurt you. There are reasons... reasons I can't fully explain. But know that my feelings for you are real. I care about you more than anything."

XoXo Rowan

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efrost · 1 year ago

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Automotive Interiors Market is set for a Potential Growth Worldwide: Excellent Technology Trends with Business Analysis

Latest study released by AMA Research on Global Automotive Interiors Market research focuses on latest market trend, opportunities and various future aspects so you can get a variety of ways to maximize your profits. Automotive Interiors Market predicted until 2027*. Basics of automotive interior are automotive navigation system, backup camera, power steering, airbag, armrest, remote key less system, power door lock, child safety lock, air conditioning, car phone, seat belt, automobile accessory power, gear stick and others.

Automotive interior market is expected to grow potentially over forecast period owing to growing automotive industry globally, passenger and electric vehicle segment and increasing demand for self-running/ automatic vehicles

Some of Key Players included in Automotive Interiors Market are

Lear Corporation (United States)

Magna International, Inc. (Canada)

Continental AG (Germany)

Calsonic Kansei Corporation (Japan)

Delphi Automotive PLC (United Kingdom)

Panasonic Corporation (Japan)

Hyundai Mobis Co. Ltd. (South Korea)

Toyota Boshoku Corporation (Japan)

Tachi-S Co. Ltd. (Japan)

Aisin Seiki Ltd (Japan)

Calsonic Kansei Corporation (Japan)

Continental AG (Germany)

Delphi Automotive PLC (Ireland)

Faurecia S.A. (France)

Gentex Corporation (United States)

International Automotive Components Group S.A. (Luxembourg)

Johnson Controls Inc. (United States)

Kongsberg Automotive (Japan)

Magna International Inc. (Canada)

Nippon Seiki (Japan)

Pioneer Corp (Japan)

Market Trends: Growing Adoption for Interior Designing

Drivers: Growing Automobile Industry

Escalating Passenger Car and Electric Vehicle

Challenges: Intense Competition

Opportunities: Rising Demand of Self-ruling Vehicles

The titled segments and Market Data are Break Down by Type (Perfume, Neck Pillow, Hanging Drop, Foot Pad, Steering Wheel Cover, Others), Vehicle (PV, LCV, HCV), Distribution Channel (Online Retail, Offline Retail)

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sanctobin · 2 years ago

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Hermès is delighted to reopen the doors of its home in Luxembourg. Bespoke, artisanal touches highlight this locale’s unique identity and its cherished history with Hermès. The store’s new design is established with the façade, where elegant copper-framed windows and a wider doorway encourage an abundance of natural light to fill the store.

The exterior’s ochre-finessed limestone walls, a reference to the historic fortified architecture of the city, complement the pale-hued, polished stucco walls and limestone design features of the interior. As clients enter into the intimate space, an open-plan layout provides a roaming view of the collections on display, starting with vibrant silks, fashion jewellery, perfumes, and the collections for the home, which are framed by an alcove of panelled wood.

The store design, developed by the Parisian architecture agency RDAI, seamlessly highlights the iconic architectural vocabulary of the house: the Hermès’ ex-libris underfoot, the Grecques moulded glass lighting overhead and the resplendent mosaic flooring, all echoing the Parisian flagship store of 24 Faubourg Saint-Honoré.

Specific to this site is a unique mosaic, designed in a richly colourful and arresting motif that resembles a textile-like weave in homage to the region’s ties with the art of tapestry. To the left, a striking staircase carved from limestone serves as a link between the façade and the interior.

The staircase leads up to the first floor, which houses the leather goods universe and men’s ready-to-wear collection on one side, and the women’s ready-to-wear and shoes, as well as a dedicated lounge for jewellery and watches on the other side. Here, open wooden display cabinets line the walls and convey an atmosphere of conviviality and intimacy reminiscent of a private residence.

In the tradition of establishing a distinct identity for each Hermès store, a selection of regional artisans was invited to create site-specific works. There is a lustrous, translucent tapestry that hangs above the open stairwell, and two gradient-coloured rugs that frame the leather and ready-to-wear spaces, cast in a palette that recalls the sunlit watercolour landscapes.

A hand-picked curation of original objects, paintings, and sculptures also furnishes the store decor, further emphasising its unique identity and atmosphere. Of particular note is the equine-themed canvas hanging in the stairwell, a commissioned work by French contemporary artist Jean-Louis Sauvat.

To celebrate the reopening of this address, a vivid life artwork has been created by the local artistic duo Martine Feipel and Jean Bechameil. Inspired by the 2021 theme for “Hermès, An Odyssey”, the pair has created a series of graphically colourful artworks that light up the windows and the façade, evoking a joyful and spirited mood, as fits the occasion.

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market-researcher · 2 years ago

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Cosmetic and Perfume Glass Packaging Market Size & Share By 2033

The recent market research analysis of “Cosmetic and Perfume Glass Packaging Market: Global Demand Analysis & Opportunity Outlook 2033” by Research Nester delivers an in-depth competitors analysis and a detailed overview of the global cosmetic and perfume glass packaging market in terms of market segmentation by container, shape, capacity in ml, application, and by region over the forecast period, i.e., 2023-2033.

Further, for the in-depth analysis, the report encompasses the industry growth indicators, restraints, supply and demand risk, along with a detailed discussion on current and future market trends that are associated with the growth of the global cosmetic and perfume glass packaging market.

These analyses help organizations identify a continuous flow of growth opportunities to succeed in an unpredictable future. Additionally, the growth opportunities exposed by the market are poised to gain significant momentum in the next few years.

Cosmetic and perfume glass packaging market to find numerous growth opportunities on the back of increment in the glass container production, finds Research Nester

The global cosmetic and perfume glass packaging market is estimated to grow majorly on account of the surge in the sales and production of men’s beauty products and the higher number of people joining the gym fueling the demand for fragrance products. As of 2019, nearly 180 million people joined gyms, additionally, around USD 95 billion was projected to be generated by the fitness segment in 2021.

Additionally, the increasing number of beauty influencer on the internet and the growing utilization of skin and hair care products is further expected to hike the growth of the market over the forecast period. For instance, in 2022, the skin care segment worldwide was estimated to generate total revenue of nearly USD 8 billion.

The global cosmetic and perfume glass packaging market is segmented on the basis of application into cosmetics, hair & skincare, nail care, fragrance, and others. The cosmetics segment is to garner the highest revenue by the end of 2033 by growing at a significant CAGR over the forecast period. The growth of the segment can be ascribed to the higher prevalence of cosmetic products worldwide. It was observed that in 2022, the cosmetic segment worldwide touch off total revenue of about USD 5 billion.

By region, the North America cosmetic and perfume glass packaging market is to generate the highest revenue by the end of 2033. This growth is anticipated by the significant utilization of cosmetic products and higher demand for fragrance products. For instance, in 2022, nearly USD 10 billion of revenue was generated by the cosmetics segment in the United States. Hence, all these factors are anticipated to hike the growth of the market over the forecast period.

The research is global in nature and covers detailed analysis on the cosmetic and perfume glass packaging market in North America (U.S., Canada), Europe (U.K., Germany, France, Italy, Spain, Hungary, Belgium, Netherlands & Luxembourg, NORDIC [Finland, Sweden, Norway, Denmark], Poland, Turkey, Russia, Rest of Europe), Latin America (Brazil, Mexico, Argentina, Rest of Latin America), Asia-Pacific (China, India, Japan, South Korea, Indonesia, Singapore, Malaysia, Australia, New Zealand, Rest of Asia-Pacific), Middle East and Africa (Israel, GCC [Saudi Arabia, UAE, Bahrain, Kuwait, Qatar, Oman], North Africa, South Africa, Rest of Middle East and Africa).

In addition, analysis comprising of global cosmetic and perfume glass packaging market size, Y-O-Y growth & opportunity analysis, market players’ competitive study, investment opportunities, demand for future outlook etc. has also been covered and displayed in the research report.

This report also provides the existing competitive scenario of some of the key players of the global cosmetic and perfume glass packaging market which includes company profiling of Gerresheimer AG, Rise Cosmetic Packaging Co., Ltd, Swallowfield Plc, Continental Bottle Company Ltd., AptarGroup, Inc., HCP Packaging UK Ltd, Vitro, S.A.B. de C.V., Fusion Packaging l, LLC, Albéa Services S.A.S., Zignago Vetro S.p.a., and others.

The profiling enfolds key information of the companies which encompasses business overview, products and services, key financials and recent news and developments. On the whole, the report depicts detailed overview of the global cosmetic and perfume glass packaging market that will help industry consultants, equipment manufacturers, existing players searching for expansion opportunities, new players searching possibilities and other stakeholders to align their market centric strategies according to the ongoing and expected trends in the future.

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stevenbasic · 3 years ago

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GITJ Post 231: Scenes from a Party, p14

“Did you hear about the election results in Luxembourg today?” Abby - sales rep from the drug company that was paying for this little shindig - asked me, leaning in close from where she sat, on my right, “The new Parliament there is almost all women. mostly from the New Women’s Party.” She took a forkful of salad for herself from my plate, tucked a lock of medium-brown hair behind one ear.

“oh, uh, yeah? Really?” I replied, my own fork lolling lazily in my hand, my attention settled elsewhere, across the table, deep in- “huh…”

As my voice drifted away, Vida - on my left - spoke up, talking across me to Abby. She knew what was happening: I was distracted. “He doesn’t really follow politics,” she said, putting a hand on my left shoulder, “Do you, Dr. J?” Vida was one of my APRNs, a luscious Latina of long, thickly dark hair and a natural hourglass figure.

I…I really don’t follow politics. I was listening to Abby talk, listening to Vida engage and the other girls at the table chat - a lot of them were excited about something in the news, it seemed. But yeah I was focused on who’d just, within the last few minutes, sat down across the table from me. Melissa. I was - god help me, this whiskey, that vitamin shot I just got and if I’m not mistaken all this perfume in the room making me loopy - all but hypnotized by just the sight of her. I can’t help myself. It’s really bad!

“N-no, I , uh…”

“Oh you should,” Abby insisted, helping me pick up my fork, which I’d dropped aside my plate, “You should keep up with the news. Though I know it’s probably hard for guys to watch, these days…” Her lilac party dress was pretty revealing, as was Vida’s little deep-blue number.

“Yeah, is it?” Vida asked, “Is it a little emasculating?”

Wh-what does she mean by that?

Anyway, if my motor function had been down before, when Aubrey was feeding me, now it was a total mess. The booster injection which Vida had been nice enough (r-right?) to remember, bring here with her and jab into right in my left thigh just a few minutes ago had this weird haha somnolent effect, a milky warmth which flowed right through me and ahhhh…made everything just that bit more pleasant. And my fingers - there I go dropping my fork again - more clumsy. After the humiliating mama-hen feeding by Aubrey, I’d barely managed a bite.

“It’s so exciting!” Abby continued, indulging me with her voice as my eyes drifted back again over the beautiful, perfect woman seated across from me. Big, brunette Melissa. “Same thing happened this month in Switzerland and the Czech Republic. Portugal, too,” Abby continued, “in fact, Portugal’s working to move up their Presidential election so they can really move ahead. Get things changing...”

Melissa. She’d said hello to me, graced me and the rest of the table with a big warm smile, but then sat and immediately fell into conversation with Aubrey and Nadia, the two girls on her right. Good god. Down at the conference I’d seen Melissa dressed up, out of work clothes, but never glammed up as elegantly as this night - hair, makeup, the whole thing. She was in a long, black dress, strapless, with a bodice that presented her unbelievably enormous bosom in a mind-numbing display set against her bare, trimly athletic shoulders. As much as I could, I tried to focus on other details - her necklace, her glimmering earrings, the long waves of her thick, raven hair. But good god almighty her skin was so perfect and those tits were like magnets and from across the table my eyes kept sinking into them. This is Melissa! My Office Manager! I scolded myself, I’ve got to stop staring! I’ve got to stop this, I’ve got to stop staring straight into Melissa’s tits. I was already flushing in embarrassment. People will notice! She’ll notice! I’d spent the week at work trying to be strong, avoid much contact with her…but here we were. I was floundering.

Abby continued to speak to me, pressing on. “Excited to see what happens here in November?” she asked, as I was somehow able to tear my gaze away from Melissa’s soft, magnetic cleavage.

“Y-you mean the elections?” I managed, feeling a strange wave across my vision, the world swimming as I looked away, into Abby’s expectant face. It was uncomfortable, weird, and I just wanted to look back, let my eyes sink back between the tits, watch the jiggles. I saw Melissa giggling, tittering covertly to Aubrey next to her. I can't hear what she's saying, I thought, Is she laughing at me?

Abby, meanwhile, was weighing the moment. “Yeah, the elections,” she continued, “What do you think’s going to happen?”

“Uhhh…”

“Look at the polls. New ones come out tomorrow,” Vida, on my left, explained, “People are talking about a landslide.” Her hand had found its way intimately to my thigh, resting over where she’d stuck me with the syringe.

“That’s right. Women are getting ready to take the reins,” Abby said, “sort of like what’s happening here, to your practice…”

W-was that a joke? I laughed, lamely. “Oh I don’t know about that…”

”Yeah…though I hear women have sorta always been in charge here,” Abby commented, “but it’s been, like, more and more that way, though, recently. Hasn’t it?”

My eyes, I found, had already drifted back into Melissa’s big chest, and still she was talking to the girls to her right. If she noticed me ogling, she still gave no sign. I immediately felt transported again, like this was where I was supposed to be, what I was supposed to be doing. I noticed the little jewels at the end of her necklace, maybe pearls, how they hovered right above her cleavage…

Abby’s hand, also, had found a thigh, right above my right knee. “It’s just natural,” she said, “We’re more adaptable. We’ve had to be…” That’s weird, right? I barely know Abby. She’s a sales rep. Why is she touching me..? “I mean, look at Melissa…” she continued.

I was already - heavy-lidded but unblinking - staring. Of course Abby was seeing that…

“...I’ve only known her a year or so, but look at where she started. A Hooters waitress,” she extolled, “now she’s here.”

“Look how she’s grown…” Vida said.

“Mm hm…” Abby agreed.

“She is very adaptable,” Vida commented with a knowing smile, bringing a chuckle from Abby. Her hand was now slowly running up and down my left leg, casually. My cock was semi-hard, resting against my lower, inner thigh. Now it’s stiffening, and starting to slide up, so, uh…

“Haha yes very…adaptable,” Abby concurred, “Just look how she’s grown into this job.” Her voice had become lower, more husky, more intimate, and whatever portent she’d just fed me was lost, I realize now, in my drug- and pheromone-induced haze. “All the while as you start to fade, shrink away…”

Did she just say shrink away?? “H-heyyy….” protested, laughing weakly again. Too, uh, close to home…

“Awww c’mon you love it, right?” Abby laughed, squeezing my right knee, causing my cock to lurch up my left thigh. She smelled so good, and Vida smelled so good. There seemed, in fact, to be a fog of perfume surrounding all of us. The only thing clear through it was Melissa’s huge chest; all else was haze. “You love being able to give up responsibilities, finally?”

It…it had been nice…doing less…

“Y-yuh…” I mumbled, entranced by how huge but yet how firm Melissa’s breasts were, across the table. They jiggled, as she talked and laughed, ripples moving fluidly across her upper swells. But yet they seemed so softly solid, in their own way. I’d been gripped by a pleasant wave of lethargy, relaxation from the injection, and if there was a thought in my head that Melissa was at the moment ignoring me like I’d tried to do to her all week, it was a distant one at best.

“It is nice, right?” Abby the sales-rep continued, as Vida’s hand now came dangerously close to my stiffened cock, nine-plus inches of it rock-thick against my thin thigh. “The company wants to take good care of you. Just like Melissa wants to take good care of you…like Vida and I here want to take good care of you…”

“That’s right, Dr. J…” Vida purred, her thick latin hips pushing even more solidly into my left side.

“…Let us, let Evolution take care of you,” Abby spoke, her voice now closely whispering in my right ear, “this party - or the money for the study - is nothing. You wouldn’t believe the things we could do for you.” The palatable promise of it, the crack and hiss of her tongue and lips over her words, made me groan, my outer vision swim. Still I stared at Melissa’s tits; they were all I could see.

This drug was really getting to me.

“You should sign those papers…” Vida said, using her newly-manicured nails to scratch my thigh, tempting my still-swelling cock towards her hand. She too, had leaned in to put her lips near my ear, to whisper to me about the divorce papers my wife, Sheryl, had served me.

“Yeah, that way you can date her,” Abby continued, “We’d all love to see that.”

”You don’t need to go crawling back to your mean, skinny, barren wife…” Vida purred, “you want big, soft, nice Melissa.”

“Isn't she your type?” Abby asked. With her free right hand, she’d brought my whiskey glass up to my lips. I took a sip, at her urging, still gazing into Melissa’s flesh. Was no one watching me?? "Haven't you noticed her getting taller?”

“Her chest still growing?”

“Her hips getting wider?”

I groaned again. Feeling the burn of bourbon down my throat, and Vida’s hand finally settle on the outsized shaft of my now-solid boner, I was lost in fantasy but knew in the back of my mind I shouldn’t be allowing this, that I’d pay for it later in humiliation. My gut had tightened.

“Imagine the babies she could give you,” Abby proposed, furthering the fancy, “the big, healthy babies.”

“She’d look so good pregnant,” Vida cooed, gently squeezing me through my thin pants, causing me to lurch, “She’s strong…”

Abby’s left hand, now, had drifted over to join Vida’s. Under the table and through my slacks they both held my outsized monster of a cock against my thigh.

“oh my god…” I managed, under my breath, bringing the two women sandwiching me between them to giggle, to draw in closer. But, somehow, Melissa seemed still unaware, her inattention letting me still tit-gaze like a helpless lech.

“Look,” Abby began again, as her and Vida’s hands alternately began to squeeze me, rub me. Jolts of pleasure ran up through my belly, gripped me. My eyes fluttered but still stayed focused on Melissa, “You’ve hired all of them, a harem of young, pretty, tall girls working for you. It’s every man’s dream right?”

“All these busty girls..?” Vida asked, she and Abby slowly but straight-up stroking me, now, squashing their own breasts into my arms.

“Busty girls…with her in charge?” Abby purred.

I was breathing, now, breathing heavy. My mouth gaped, my eyes goggled, yet somehow we still hadn’t attracted the notice of anyone else around. How was that? I was getting a hand-job through my pants by two women and yet no one was even casting us an askance glance?? What was happening?? I groaned again, despite myself.

In my right ear, Abby chuckled. “Don’t you love her tits?” she asked, “Look at them. Aren't they so huge?”

God help me I felt myself nodding.

“You know what size bra she wears, now?” she continued, “She just told me. A Double-J cup.”

“J, Dr. J?” Vida asked, kissing my left ear, “Haha…just like you…”

“Ooooo…!” Abby cooed, into my right, giggling at the little revelation.

“But double you,” Vida laughed, “double-J hahaha..!”

“Haha imagine that,” Abby urged, she and Vida falling into a rhythm now, stroking me as I ogled Melissa’s enormous bosom, “With Missy growing, imagine what she’s going to look like in a year. Her breasts could be twice your size…”

“Wouldn't you love to just bury your face in between them?” Vida asked.

“”Tuck yourself right in?” Abby added.

“Get lost in there?”

“Wouldn’t that be so nice?”

“She loves you, she adores you.”

“Just sign those papers,” Abby posited, “and you could spend the rest of your life between them.”

oh fuck…those little pearls…me…the imagery that came to my mind was shocking, but nothing I hadn’t pictured before…

“Do it,” Vida urged, as my gut began to clench, “We understand your growing needs. That’s why we’re growing too. Let us all take care of you.”

“Your body is getting smaller, but there are things growing inside of you, too. Aren’t there?” Abby hissed, “These urges? Obsessions?”

“We think its best,” Vida cooed, “if you indulge them.”

“You want to sign those papers don’t you?” Abby asked, stroking me more firmly along with Vida.

“y-y-yes,” I groaned, blood rushing alongside the whispers in my ears

“Tomorrow?” Abby pushed, her hand insistent.

“yesss…” I agreed, my body tensing, shaking.

“With her?” Vida pressed.

“yeszzz…” I moaned, my eyes fluttering as I felt it, my climax so close. Wait, no. Here? In my pants??

“You can’t hold it in, can you?” came the voice from my left….then joined by the one on my right:

“That’s okay…come.”

Omigod no…

Nnnnnnnghhhhhhhhhhh….

God help me I did it, I came. Right then and there, under the table, jerked off by my employee and a drug rep as I stared at my Office Manager’s huge breasts. Into my pants. They’d made me come in my pants.

“oh godddd…” I groaned, eyes drooping but seeing that I was now attracting the attention of a couple girls. My cock, my huge cock, had exploded, was dumping an enormous load into the leg of my khakis, onto my left thigh, hot and thick on my skin, down towards my knee, and the girls were now turning my way. I tore my eyes away from Melissa’s tits, in a panic.

“Are you okay, Dr. J?” asked Nadia, from across the table.

“Yeah, you look weird,” said Brittni, further down.

oh my god. oh my god. no. This was…nnngh…beyond humiliation. I was coming in front of half my staff. “nnnnnnhhhh….” I groaned, as Abby and Vida giggled into my ears. please…

Mercifully, they slowly backed away, Abby’s hand leaving me, Vida’s too after one last squeeze. Still I pulsed and throbbed down my leg, feeling the come puddle on my thigh and drool down my leg as my orgasm began to wane. I closed my eyes, an escape, and tried to settle my breath.

“Do you need some air?” I heard Aubrey ask.

“uhhhh….” I groaned, flushing now as both the reality of what had just happened and a thick, heavy wave of exhaustion settled onto me. I was going to pass out, I felt it now. I fought my eyes open.

Melissa was looking right at me, her shoulders set. She waited for my vision to clear before speaking:

“See you tomorrow?” she asked.

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Thanks to Pervypagan for the render. Again, check out his Patreon and DeviantArt for more. Also thanks to TopographicSociety for his help with the dialogue, and CaptainAmbiguous for general inspiration.

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Taking Chances 2/4

Keanu Reeves x Reader (A/n- Switching perspectives without clear divisions cause why not)

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Warnings- Brief mentions of smut, cheesy romance stuff

Ayiana and Mark had left when the rain had slowed, and Keanu had insisted that they take the rented car back, after agreeing with Y/n that they could fend for themselves. After the couple had left though, tipsy and all over each other, the rain, as predicted by the forecast, had grown heavy again. Though, as the night waned on, most patrons, drunk and tired, had opted to bare the worst of the storm, leaving the pub scantily populated, with Keanu and his newfound friend cozied in a booth near the back, where the lights were lowest, beer bottles and empty glasses laid out on the table. By then, Y/n’s clothes were mostly dried, as was her hair, now in messy curls framing her gorgeous face. “Wait,” drunkenly, Y/n giggled, leaning in so Keanu could catch a whiff of the alluring remnants of her perfume mixing intoxicatingly with the scent of alcohol, “Say that again.”

“Okay, okay,” her fit of musical giggles were contagious and Keanu could help but grin wider as he realized how absolutely breathtaking Y/n was when she smiled, “I got up to check the air, and just like that this lady rear ends me.”

“And the bike slides out from under you?” She finished, eyes wide and her soiree interrupted by her gaping in shock.

“Basically, yeah,” Keanu nodded, “It was insane!” He laughed a bit louder, not caring how much attention they attracted, only quelling the sound when he finished off his latest drink. They’d had so many by then, that they’d both lost count and Y/n and Keanu could both safely say that they were way past drunk.

“But you were okay right?” And just like that, her glassy eyes were sparkling with genuine worry, and again, Y/n leaned in a tad bit closer. The nearer she drew, the harder it was to ignore how plump her lips were, how much Keanu wanted to kiss her. It was so strange, they didn’t know each other very well, and Keanu knew that Y/n would probably be gone by the next day; but he thought he could listen to her for a lifetime, her laugh, her voice, even her silences were enjoyable. She was so unlike anyone he’d ever met, funny, intelligent, confident, but also so very shy at times, blushing when he least expected and laughing at his worst jokes. It wasn’t forced or fake laughter either, it was real, full bodied and melodious.

“Yeah,” Keanu’s smile softened as he reassured her, still surprised by her unexpected concern, “I was standing, so everything turned out fine.” They broke into a bout of silence, a brief one, which Keanu broke, "So, what brings you to Luxembourg? I mean, you're definitely not from around here."

At that, Y/n blushed, thinking back on how she'd messed up the accents on very simple words earlier, "I'm not," she chortled quietly, they'd just been equipped with fresh drinks, and as she thought of her answer, mind to blurry to work out all the details, she spun the glass in her hand, eyeing the whiskey inside with broken focus, "I'm actually here for…...inspiration. I thought some kind of spontaneous trip would somehow get the creative juices flowing, I'm a writer, or at least, I'm supposed to be," she chuckled dryly, "I used to be a journalist."

"Career change? You didn't like it?" Keanu furrowed his brows, holding his chin in his palm, elbow planted on the table. He wanted to know everything about her, willing to listen to anything she'd say, and based on their interaction, he could tell she felt the same.

"I did," Y/n took a sip of her drink, staring off to the cleared tables ahead wistfully, "I traveled sometimes, but usually I'd be in Washington, covering press conferences and that kind of stuff. It was pretty boring," frowning, Y/n tried to put her thoughts into words, "I always wanted to be a writer, you know, write a novel or something that people would read even when I'm gone."

Like she had back at the bar, though with the moment feeling far more intimate, Keanu took Y/n's hand, curling his fingers over hers, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles, her skin silky smooth. Her plight resonated with him, the burning desire to leave behind a legacy, make his own unique mark in the world sometimes haunted him too sometimes. "But?"

"But?" Huffing with a faint smile, Y/n shook her head, taking another lengthy sip of her drink, "But I don't know how. I mean, what am I even supposed to write about?"

"Whatever you want," Keanu chuckled with a new enthusiasm. Untangling their hands, Keanu rummaged through his pocket for his wallet, eventually producing enough cash to cover their bill and more, before standing and offering Y/n his hand, "Come on."

Confused by his erratic behavior, Y/n's lips hung agape, finding it hard to formulate any semblance of a sentence, "What're…..what?"

"Trust me?" His plea was half a question for her to actually do it and half an inquisition to gauge how much she actually trusted him.

"Trust you?" Y/n shot back incredulously, though still taking Keanu's hand, their fingers interlacing easily, feeling as if they were made to fit, "I don't even know you!" Already, they were already at the front door, and Keanu was pushing it open, pulling Y/n along as he stepped onto the slippery, wet sidewalk. The sound of the downpour, accompanied by the claps of thunder and occasional burst of lightning welcomed them. Heavy drops hit the street and pavement, splattering upwards, in some areas creating huge puddles. In an instant, even though they were still under the guard of the under-croft, their feet were soaked, water clinging to the hem of Y/n's tea length sundress and soaking her wedged sandals, while Keanu's boots were completely saturated, as were his jeans. "Is your plan to get us sick?"

"No," Keanu flashed her a mischievous grin, the act enough to add a distinct boyishness to his rugged features, despite the evidence of salt in his trimmed beard, "You're here for inspiration, so let's find you some. You know what they say about experience."

Squaring up to brace the weather, Keanu gave her one final glance to ensure Y/n was ready too, and when her eyes complied, he led her out. In an instant, they were drenched, cold rain water matting hair to their skin and making their clothes cling to their bodies. Y/n barely had a moment to even be concerned with how wet the contents of her bag would be, or even the fact that she was still holding Keanu's hand when there was someone at home waiting for her. All that mattered then and there was the glee on Keanu's face, how contagious it was and how much she wished they could stay like that forever. "Well where are we going for this experience?"

"This is the experience!" Keanu laughed giddily, stopping when they were stood in the middle of the deserted street to look up at the sky, "You can't tell me you've ever walked through a foreign town, with a complete stranger during a storm in the middle of the night."

It was an oddly specific situation and Y/n without even thinking of it, resigned to sharing in his excitement, "No!" It was a strain for her soft voice to combat the sounds around them, "I can't say I have." They were walking down the cobblestone street, following the gentle slope downward, occasionally stumbling as a result of all the alcohol they'd had. It was cold, though neither of them noticed; the company was warm enough, and as they walked, Y/n looked around, closed stores looking vastly different from what they were like back home. There weren't bright lights embedded in the showcase, meant to display products even during closing, and everything just seemed so beautifully vintage, straight out of a forties film noir.

"Tell me something about yourself," Keanu broke her thoughts as they grew further and further from the pub.

Briefly, Y/n turned to him, biting her lip at how enthralling he looked like that, so picture perfect, as if a snapshot from a movie had been plucked out of a television and placed right next to her. Keanu was nothing like Noah, he was enigmatic and fascinating because of his unpredictability. He laughed easier and much louder, he was shy and bold at the same time and much to her surprise, they didn't have any sort of awkward "getting to know you" period, they'd just lapsed into familiarity in merely a few minutes. "What do you want to know?"

“Anything,” everything. Keanu grinned broadly, knowing that he’d likely be content with listening to her for the rest of his time, without ever growing tired. “Just say anything,” being with Y/n, staggering through the rain, the sound of her kitten heels on cobblestone muted by the weather and her palm warm and right in his, couldn’t be anything other than the optimum of perfection. He’d never felt that at ease with someone, so ready to bare his soul to a stranger, “And I’ll listen.”

For a brief moment, Y/n glanced at Keanu, her smile faltering, softening, as their eyes met. Part of her knew it was wrong; the way she was feeling. If she were sober, then maybe things might have been different, but Y/n’s speech was slurred and her vision was blurry. Her mind was cloudy too, bombarded only with thoughts of Keanu; how much she was enjoying having his hand in hers, how devilishly handsome he was, how desperately she wanted to kiss him. Abruptly, with a pink hue, hidden by the darkness, spreading on her cheeks, Y/n turned away, “Lets see,” she deliberated, “My favorite book is The Great Gatsby, I moved to Washington for college when I was eighteen,” she thought some more, “And I love eighties music!”

Throwing his head back in wild euphoria, Keanu gazed at her, “Were you even alive in the eighties?”

“Nope!” Y/n giggled, almost tripping, only to be caught by Keanu, who took the initiative to pull her closer. Her laughter sobered, and in the back of her mind, Y/n knew she should pull away, tell Keanu the truth, but his embrace was warmer than anything she’d ever felt, and when she stole another glance at him, only to find him gazing down at her, his expression illuminated by the flickering street lamp, all she could see was a face that seemed strange and oddly familiar simultaneously. Then it hit her, she didn’t want to tell him, Y/n wanted to live like that with him, even if just for the rest of the night. It was out-rightly selfish, and utterly wrong, but she had a feeling that Keanu was worth it. Her heart hadn’t fluttered like that in a long time, and it had been ages since she’d done something so spontaneous.

Keanu hadn’t noted that he’d been leading Y/n in the direction of the hotel that he’d been staying at until the elegant building came into view, yellow lights glittering through the screen doors leading to individual balconies and the valet’s station vacant, possibly due to the storm. “Where are you staying tonight?” Keanu inquired as they floundered towards the front doors.

“I…..” Wide eyed, Y/n stuttered, “I have no idea,” despite her distress, she was still smiling faintly, I guess I’ll get a room here.” Already, they’d stepped through the door, greeted by the middle aged doorman who warmly welcomed the two with French salutations. Easing her hand from Keanu’s grip, moving some soaked hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear, Y/n twisted her body to rummage through the contents of her handbag, searching for her purse, in hopes that the hotel would have an unbooked room.

“Or you could just stay with me,” Keanu blurted, causing Y/n to stare up at him with a perfectly surprised expression, “Come on, it’ll be fun, we can have some more drinks, get to know each other better, it’ll be fun.” Holding his breath, Keanu hung on to the hope that she’d say yes; he really wasn’t ready to lose her company yet.

Internally, Y/n debated Keanu’s offer. It seemed appealing, and she wanted to say yes, to just go for it and see where the night took them. But she was engaged, and maybe going up there with him was taking the fun too far, she already felt like a cheater anyway. Not because of what she’d done exactly, you could hold anyone’s hand and it would mean nothing, no, the guilt had bubbled up like a broil in the pit of her stomach because of how she’d felt. You shouldn’t feel the way she did about Keanu when you had someone waiting for you to come back. To come home.

But Paris wasn’t home, and while she’d tried to make Noah her home, like he’d done with her, Y/n knew she was straying, far, far away from what was ordinarily familiar. She didn’t want familiar that night, she wanted Keanu, the thrill, the loud laughter that she’d easily sunk into, the feeling of getting lost in his whiskey eyes and the insurmountable comfort that came from simply holding his calloused hand. Y/n had the burning urge to know him, learn him, hold on and not let go. The feelings swirling around in her chest weren’t ones that Y/n thought could be built so quickly, yet there they were, and all she could say to his offer was, “Let's do it.”

Stunned by her willingness, Keanu’s features brightened tremendously, and he swore he’d never smiled so hard, “Great!” Taking her hand again, they trotted towards the elevator, leaving the deserted lobby behind, squinting at the bright lights and foggy reflections that dazzled their eyes as they entered the metal contraption. It took a minute or too, his eyes squinted and his stocky fingers fumbling until he found the ‘15’ button, hitting it harder than he should have. As they went up, they found that the air in there was colder than it had been downstairs, and when a shiver ran through Y/n, Keanu, without thinking of it, wiggled his fingers out of hers, proceeding to drape his long arm over her shoulders, reeling her in.

Instinctively, Y/n nuzzled into his side, reveling in the warmth that radiated off his body despite his soaked outfit, swallowing tightly as she tilted her head upwards, only to find that Keanu was studying her, his expression soft, though wanting. No one had ever looked at her like that, not even Noah; like she was everything that mattered, all wrapped up in one person. Like she held the clarity to every unanswerable question in her eyes. Like love could be simply contained in a stare. Love? Love. For probably the first time since they’d sat down in the pub, Y/n stopped smiling, though, it was only because the giddiness had been replaced by something more…….consuming. Thoughts of drinks and a chat late into what remained of the night dispersed, and the lump in her throat only thickened. Tell him, one voice urged, while the more careless one pleaded with her to just let things unfold. One night with a man who’d made her feel like she was the only woman in the world couldn’t be so bad, could it?

As if it were fated, their faces gravitated towards each other, just as Y/n turned slightly in Keanu’s embrace, cocking her head to the side. His lips were barely a hair away from descending upon hers and she could readily smell the alcohol on his breath, mixing with the scent of the rain and a long smoked cigarette. Altogether, it was alluring, and Y/n wondered if the next day she’d be able to go back to a life without it; if she’d be able to leave Keanu behind. She didn’t want to find out. As he came closer, her breath hitched, the soft sound contained in the hollow of her throat, and right as it was about to happen, right as she was about to finally break a sacred promise, the elevator dinged, the doors sliding open, ready to the deposit the pair on the sleepy hallway of the hotel’ fifteenth floor.

“We should…..” Keanu trailed off, not able to quite shake off the feeling that had prompted him to try to initiate a kiss in the elevator, though still leading Y/n towards his room, down the end of the hall. Secretly, he hoped that the moment could be rekindled when they reached their destination, it would be a lie if he’d said he hadn’t wanted to kiss Y/n since the moment they’d met. The thought had bounced around in his head all night, hope building in his chest every time their eyes locked, but the time never seemed as right as it had until they were in the elevator. Clumsily, he shoved his key card into the designated slot, swearing under his breath when he’d gotten it wrong the first two times, the mood only lightened by Y/n’s incessant giggles at his plight from nearby. When Keanu finally got it right, he was the first to enter, though she was close on his heels as he slapped the light switch near the door.

Still laughing, Y/n barely noticed the kink in the carpet in the threshold, getting caught in her shoe, resulting in her stumbling forward and right into Keanu’s arms. Luckily though, he caught her, his hands planted on her waist, bunching up the fabric of her pleated, dusty rose colored dress, beneath her cropped leather jacket. Even when she was steadied, Keanu’s grip remained, only loosening to slip to her hips. Feeling the air around them grow electric once again, Y/n took the tiniest step forward, only just registering how close they’d already been. Once again, Keanu was staring at her, the way he had been during their moment in the elevator, “He looked at her the way all women wanted to be looked at by a man,” she quoted breathlessly, not quite sure why she’d felt the need to do that, her lips already ghosting Keanu’s.

“What?” Keanu knitted his brows, his arms moving again to circle Y/n’s waist, his tongue hurriedly darting out to moisten his lips as she stood on the tips of her toes to reach him better.

Raising her hands, Y/n tangled her fingers in his shaggy, wet mane, when the other hand cupped his neck, feeling his scruff tickle her thumb. Barely, she registered the low twinkle of her engagement ring, occasionally made mute by the bursts of lightning that brightened the suite. “Nothing,” Y/n leaned in. Heartbeat to heartbeat, quick breaths in sync and minds only focused on one thing, they finally let it happen. Hot lips, meeting, taking a minute to feel each other out, slow and sweet as Y/n tasted him for the first time, though, growing passionate when their tongues warred. Better judgment was never going to prevail, and when Keanu found the edges of her jacket, pushing it off, she let him, thoughts of anything and everything that was outside of their bubble, fade away.

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War Of Souls Chapter 16

Heya! ~Yes.It’s here.After a year of this damned writers block.And of course I’m posting it right now, freshly made and translated.I hope you’ll appreciate it!If you like my Julius Novachrono x OC fanfic, please share, like and comment, it means a lot 🥰 War Of Souls: Synopsis: Two worlds, two sides of the same coin and an enemy wanting to destroy them. It was by wanting to protect the Earth from this enemy that she found herself projected into this other world, gravely wounded, in the Clover Kingdom. A man, whom she took for an angel, saved her life. But what she didn't know is that she should save his in turn. Because the enemy doesn’t just want these two worlds. He also resents these two people who, together, could change fate itself.This story starts a few days before Asta joining the Black Bulls. War Of Souls Chapter 16 : Nightmares and Reality - HERE CW: Angst, lots of sadness, mental torture, LOTS OF FLUFF BE WARNED OMGGGGG WHAT HAVE I DONE???

Previously It is your feelings that give you this mission. Do not reject them.

"I don’t reject them. I just intend to... lock them up if necessary."

It’s a programmed leak.

"It's not you who live with voices in the head. If I don't make this stone, madness will carry me away before."

We are you. And you are us.

"I am Katerina Bella. I am myself, I never wanted to be more."

You have no choice, neither have we.

"That’s why I’m doing this fucking rock. 'Cause I’ve never had a fucking choice."

This is not the way to go. You’re going to hurt more people than you’re going to save.

"It is not up to you to decide. I WILL TRACE MY LIFE AND SAVE JULIUS!"

My fist clenches and plunges into the workbench, breaking it in half. The cut stones roll to the ground, the pain in my knuckles is sharp, the blood beads on the broken wood. I slide down on my knees, exhausted. I put the amethyst around my neck, the cold chain contrasting with my burning skin. I feel my mana calm. I sigh, relieved. My gaze is on pink quartz, polished to perfection in a sphere the size of an orange.

"If I have to seal my heart to save the ones I love, I will do it without hesitation. No one will steal my most precious thing anymore. I will succeed where you failed, ladies. I will succeed where I failed, for lack of guts."

If I am to become... No. To become again the monstrous goddess that I was, I will. But first of all...

The Underworld is waiting for me.

???

Six months.

Six months since my return to Earth, to my home world.

Six months, during which my time stopped. Since Julius' death in Clover. Where Patri gave him the fatal blow, aided by William Vengeance's betrayal.

And where I was forcibly sent home, while the man I love was breathing his last breath.

It ruined my life.

I couldn’t save him, let alone say goodbye.

So I took refuge with my mother and father-in-law, temporarily moving in with them in Lorraine. I found a normal human life there, returning to work as a perfumery consultant in a large company.

I did not want to fall into a daily "metro-work-bed" but, pushed by my mother, worried very much for my mental health, I gave in after a month. I couldn’t, and I still can’t go back to Clover on my own. My powers aren’t strong enough to cross worlds. Aether is missing, there is only Eros and his wife Daphne who are thirty kilometers from my home, to visit me often and to invite me to endless drinking.

The first month of my return, I don’t really remember much of it. The only thing that resonated in my skull was the perpetual hangover that I felt when I drowned my grief in ambrosia, and the echo of Julius' sweet voice.

Drunken parties followed one after the other, my best friend Erika holding my hair when I puked my guts in the bathroom, Daphne handing me water bottles so I wouldn’t die dehydrated.

Even though dying has become a luxury for me ever since I totally became a goddess again. A goddess unable to save the man she loves.

Chronos had won.

I had lost everything.

But what everyone was unaware of, except Eros and Daphne, is that at the end of this month, I had used my pink quartz orb to enclose my emotions. All of my emotions.

All my emotions and feelings related to Julius, sealed in a crystal that I had polished and enchanted myself after my arrival in Clover.

If I had done this sooner, could I have saved him?

That’s a question I probably would never have an answer to. Monday, January 4, 2021

Open the store. Open the cash registers, launch the cashing program, receive the re-supply of the shelves. Prepare online orders. Greet co-workers who arrive one by one. Advise customers, sell them items. Take the lunch break, smoke cigarettes on cigarettes. Look at the pictures on my phone, those of Clover. Smoking cigarettes again on cigarettes. Falling into a picture with Julius. Looking at him calmly, without emotions. Smoking a last cigarette.

Perfume yourself, go back to work.

Counting the register, closing the perfumery. Walking in the city to reach the car, music in the earpieces. Smell the scent of black musk and sandalwood. Stop walking, turn around to find the origin of this unforgettable fragrance. But not find anything. Tu-dum

Get back on the road after a moment of doubt. Enter the car, turn on the engine, drive home. Parking in the garage next to my stepdad’s car, Steve.

Go home, kiss my mom on the cheek, fist bump with Steve. Take a shower, think about the smell after work.

Tu-dum

Sit on the couch, drink the aperitif with my family. Dinner, clear the table, go to my room. Being attacked by my two cats, Leo and JoJo. Let them sit on my legs, hidden under the blanket.

10pm

My phone is ringing.

Unknown number.

Do not answer.

Put the phone in "airplane" mode. Activate my alarm clock, fall asleep watching Steins Gate. Tuesday, January 5, 2021

Perfume yourself, go back to work.

Counting the register, closing the perfumery. Walking in the city to reach the car, music in the earpieces.

Feel the scent of black musk and sandalwood again. Stop walking, turn around to find the origin of this nostalgic fragrance. But not find anything.

Tu-dum Get back on the road after another moment of doubt. Enter the car, turn on the engine, drive home. Parking in the garage next to my stepdad’s car, Steve.

Go home, kiss my mom on the cheek, fist bump with Steve. Take a shower, think about the scent after work.

Sit on the couch, drink the aperitif with my family. Dinner, clear the table, go to my room. Being attacked by my two cats, Leo and JoJo. Let them sit on my legs, hidden under the blanket.

10pm

My phone is ringing.

Unknown number, like yesterday.

Do not answer.

Put the phone in "airplane" mode. Activate my alarm clock, fall asleep before the end of the Steins Gate season. Wednesday 13 January 2021

Open the store. Open the cash registers, launch the cashing program, receive the re-supply of the shelves. Prepare online orders. Greet co-workers who arrive one by one. Advise customers, sell them items. Take the lunch break, smoke cigarettes on cigarettes. Watch the videos on my phone, taken in Clover. Smile calmly, the heart still empty.

Perfume yourself, go back to work.

Counting the register, closing the perfumery. Walking in the city to reach the car, music in the earpieces.

For the umpteenth time, smell the scent of black musk and sandalwood. Stop walking, turn around to find the origin of this unforgettable fragrance. But find nothing, as usual. Tu-dum

Going back on the road, there is no place for doubt when madness has clearly insinuated itself in my mind. Enter the car, turn on the engine, drive home. Park in the garage, next to Steve’s car.

Go home, kiss my mom on the cheek, check in on Steve. Take a shower, think about the scent after work.

Sit on the couch, drink the aperitif with my family. Dinner, clear the table, go to my room. Being attacked by my two cats, Leo and JoJo. Let them sit on my legs, hidden under the blanket.

10pm

My phone rings, always at the same time.

The same unknown number, who never leaves a message.

Do not answer.

Put the phone in "airplane" mode. Activate my alarm clock, fall asleep in front of Steins Gate 0. Saturday 16 January 2021

Wake up without waking up. Pick up the phone, see a missed call.

It’s 10:30 in the morning.

Drinking coffee with the family. Eating an almond croissant. Take a shower, get ready, go to Luxembourg with Erika to buy alcohol and cigarettes for the evening at Eros and Daphne.

Go home to Erika, get on her 31, go to the mythical couple at 7pm sharp.

Being greeted by Daphne, always so stunning. Go into the living room, filled with familiar faces. Eros, my cousin James, Uncle Hades, my favorite cousin Persephone. Damien.

Ignore Damien.

Head for the buffet.

An appetizer for dinner.

Eat a few snacks, go to a contest of the biggest drinker with the girls.

Win the said contest.

To be completely drunk.

Smoking marijuana joints, being completely off the grid.

Isolate myself in the veranda to catch my breath. 10pm

My phone is ringing

I can’t stand it.

I pick up the phone. I’m about to scream, but a soft voice is ahead of me.

I recognize it.

Tu-dum

"After more than a week, you finally decide to pick up your phone. It’s a long time coming."

Tu-dum

I hold my hand before my mouth, trembling like a leaf. My knees slip away, I slide to the ground.

I feel the scent of black musk and sandalwood filling my lungs.

Tu-dum

My heart is contracting painfully.

"Breathe... I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you, baby." The bile settles in my throat. I swallow, then I manage to articulate gently.

"I saw you die... the dead cannot call the living..."

A little silence ensues. I must hallucinate. It must be that.

"Turn around and tell me what you see."

I obey mechanically, pivoting towards the bay window.

My vision is blurring.

White, red, gold and purple.

The colorful figure approaches me.

Tears leak from my eyes, my heart contracts painfully after more than five months of hibernation.

My phone slips from my right hand and falls heavily to the ground. A warm and familiar hand rests on my cheek, the thumb caressing the beading tear on the skin. The gold becomes a golden wheat mane by the sun, the violet glitters like an amethyst in the moonlight.

The shape is defined at the same time as my breath is blown.

The face that I missed the most in this world as in the other one finally appears to me and I can no longer rationalize my thoughts, already clouded by drugs of all kinds.

But this face so soft, so strong, so familiar smiles at me.

And the only thing I can do is throw myself into his arms. "Julius..."

I repeat his name again and again, like a litany, a prayer, a vow, to anchor this moment in reality.

His embrace tightens, his right hand on my neck, the other on my waist.

Then, after long minutes sitting on the ground, I step back to look him in the eyes.

Heterocromia eyes staring at his eyes holding the galaxy, the universe, in a purple hue.

Tu-dum

My thumb caresses his lower lip, fleshy and soft like a ripe apricot. A wave of well-being overwhelms my heart whose time had stopped. I desire only one thing, to embrace him with all my soul, with all my being.

Julius perceives this desire, his eyes glow brightly and his smile widens.

His hand takes mine, he kisses it. "It will have to wait, my Princess. You don’t belong here."

My trance breaks after he utters this strange sentence. Before my perplexed face, he continues.

"Nothing is a foregone conclusion. Not even this reality. Get out of this prison now. Get up and get out of this house. I opened a path for you."

"But... Julius..."

Julius helps me up and heads for the living room.

"Chronos holds you prisoner. Get out. Ignore the people here. They are illusions. Even I am one."

I look at him one last time, the incomprehension in me. But I obey him. I begin to run towards the crowded living room of my friends... Illusions from my friends. Damien tries to grab my arm, I get rid of his hold. Then Erika tries to hug me but I flee again. I run again, reaching the entrance. I open the door, a blinding blue light floods the darkness. I rush into it.

I'm finally breathing.

116

Tuesday 17 September 2019, during the night

Somewhere in the underworld

Eros felt the Aether's magic fluctuate. It had been more than two hours since the Primordial God had entered the psychic prison in which Katerina was in and he was trying to save her. And as the Primordial God of Love, Eros lent a strong hand to his favorite couple... Or at least, future favorite couple. These two have an extraordinary temporality, the labels are not enough to describe them.

The blue sphere protecting Aether disintegrated and the man landed on his feet, exhausted. Eros rushed towards him, holding him with an arm behind his back. The God of Love sat the masked God on the bench, who took off his mask in order to breathe properly. "Did the Primordial God of Time manage to get his sweet and stubborn half out of this nameless mess?" Ask Eros, already knowing the answer. His pale pink eyes stared at the tall blond, who turned his lavender eyes towards him.

"It took me a few months in that time prison, but yes, I managed to free her."

Eros laughed warmly, tapping on Aether's back. He then handed him a cup of an orange drink that the God of Time swallowed with a blow.

"After that, if Katerina doesn’t understand who you are, I will feel compelled to parade around Clover completely naked, a sign in my hand saying TAKE OFF AETHER'S MASK YOU STUPID GODDESS!" Aether, perked up by the divine drink, leaned his back against the bench, pensive.

"I have already broken some dozens of time travel laws to redirect Katerina to a less bleak future. Her making that quartz sphere was somewhere a chance and a premature act, it created a time fixed point into which I could intrude."

"But in which Chronos could also interfere, and imprison her."

Aether nodded, the features of his face pulling as he thought of Chronos.

"Right. In this life... Kat is literally freewheeling. Her actions are almost unpredictable. I only see them a few days in advance, whereas before I could predict them up to a year in advance depending on gravity. Having created this sphere months before its initial creation disrupted the course of time and of course, Chronos felt it. He took advantage of her weakness to imprison her in her sleep and change her memories. It’s a low blow." Eros replied immediately.

"A low blow that could very well add oil to the blaze that consumes Katerina. She is the Phoenix, even human, every ordeal she has undergone has drastically made her evolve. I wonder how she will react when she wakes up."

Aether scratched his chin, thinking.

"We are at a time crossroads. Knowing her character, she can very well run away for days to put her ideas in order. This time, I can’t predict exactly what his next actions will be. '

Daphne, who listened to the conversation in the distance, joined the two men, with food in hand. Eros and Aether served in the bowl of fresh fruit. "Personally, and knowing Katerina differently from you, I rather think that she will join Julius, kiss him, and then run away for a few days out of shame for having just kissed the man she loves and who she had silently promised to maintain a certain distance." Daphne said, sitting on her husband’s lap.

Eros laughs while imagining the scene.

"You should replace Apollo as an oracle, my dear Nymph." "I have already married one god, I do not intend to replace another." Retorted the interested one.

A slight smile appeared on the face of the Primordial God of Time.

Tuesday 17 September 05h

Tartarus In this part of the Underworld, imprisoning the greatest criminals and threats of the magical world, resounded a guttural cry full of hatred. The deep pit keeping the evil Titan trembled at the echoes provoked by his rage. The seal resisted the attack on his aura, alerting his jailers.

Hades appeared above Chronos' prison, an apparent mocking smile.

The God of Hell felt satisfied. Proud of his niece Rhea-Tayet, Katerina.

Proud of Aether.

The two beings capable of putting his father Titan out of his hinges.

But above all, out of harm’s way.

A small hand caressed his short snow-coloured hair. Hades turned around and saw his wife, Persephone, floating at his height. He wrapped a lock of her pink fleece on his finger.

"Soon... things will soon be better for them." Whispers Hades, hasty.

"I hope so. They deserve to be happy at last." Persephone replied, loud enough for her crystalline voice to reach Chronos.

07am

My eyes open in a heartbeat. I am dripping with sweat, my breath is erratic. I look at my phone and realize several things.

First of all, I’m still in Clover.

Secondly, it was only a few hours between my return home, my nervous breakdown in my father’s workshop and now.

Thirdly, this vision that I had.... This mental prison.... It was so realistic that I thought it was real. My reality.

Julius was dead. Killed by the captain of the Golden Dawn, who harbored an elf soul. I had returned to Earth in the same way I had arrived here, without warning. Chronos had defeated us. I leave my bed to take a shower, disoriented and the heart bruised. Everything around me seems to me attenuated, my brain is numb. My head hurts, and the weight of my wet hair doesn’t help. It seems that I unconsciously used my magic again during my sleep, my hair reaches my buttocks.

I dry myself, put on black jogging pants and a tee-shirt of the same color, put on my grey sneakers and run out of the house, passing in front of Papa in the kitchen, drinking his coffee.

I need to see Julius.

This sentence resonates in my head over and over again as I run into the nature slowly waking up, my lungs put to the test. I take an impulse to the ground and fly in the morning sky, towards the Castle.

I scan the cloister leading to the floor where Julius' office is and my heart misses a leap. Julius

He’s here... he’s really here...

I begin my descent to the cloister he is about to leave and, in a fiery volute, touches the ground, just a few metres from him.

The tall blond smiles at me and astonishment appears before my bewildered face.

I try to catch my breath, my rib cage in full effort, moving fast. The sounds are blocked in my throat.

Julius... you’re alive. you’re really alive. My gasping calms as the eyes of the Wizard King seek an answer in mine.

My body’s not responding.

And for once, I agree with my other two inner voices.

My right leg goes forward, then the left. One step at a time.

Then, my right hand grabs the white fur collar adorning Julius' cape. The left slips on his neck.

I feel the tension in his muscles, the surprise permeating them.

Time stops around us. I stand on my toes and, without understanding what I am doing, slip my lips over his, in a sweet kiss.

He doesn't repel me, though momentarily paralyzed by stupefaction, and wraps his arms around my shoulders.

The kiss becomes urgent, I dominate the dance, desperate, in a primary need to be reassured. My embrace tightens, his lips open, allowing me silently to pursue this unexpected kiss.

Our tongues dance harmoniously together, timidly then intensely. Everything seems right. Normal. Destined.

He tastes so sweet.

Addictive.

The only drug I need.

Time stops around us.

But it’s back in my heart.

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Primrose, lunar mist, bird of paradise, gardenia, lion's fairytale, marmalade skies, everlasting daisy, honey perfume, night owl, creams and sky, tulip, angel's face, lunaria, tiger lily, peony, tea rose, foxglove, cosmos, clover, lotus and petunia (sorry if this is a bit too much, I just really love learning more about the people I love)😘❤

Don't worry I don't mind 😊 and you're really sweet, I love you too 💕

primrose; what book does everyone right now need to read?

answered here

lunar mist; do you like wearing other people’s shirts/jackets?

yesss. i stole several from my sister and my mother ahah. i love stealing people's clothes in general even if i don't do it often. when i have a gf, i will definitely steal half of her wardrobe

bird of paradise; what was the best thing that happened to you this month?

answered here

gardenia; what’s a promise you’ve recently made to yourself?

to cut ties with a friend i have feelings for

lion’s fairytale; would you rather be the sky, the ocean or the forests?

the ocean so i'm not stuck in a one tiny place but can also be in contact with people. idk, it's just a vibe

marmalade skies; do you plan your outfits?

answered here

everlasting daisy; what’s the last dream you remember having?

as i forget nearly all of my dreams, the last one i remember having it's because it was quite... striking. aka it's still the sex dream with Julie Gonzalo lmao

honey perfume; favorite movie ever?

answered here

night owl; how many countries have you visited?

16! in no particular order : England, Germany, Italy, Spain, Switzerland, The Netherlands, Belgium, Luxembourg, Portugal, Austria, Norway, Danemark, Croatia, Greece, the United States, Canada

creams and sky; what’s the craziest/bravest thing you’ve done?

Dancing with friends on a bar's table (which had a pole in its center), shirtless (bra on) 😂 On at least three different occasions I'd say haha

tulip; name 5 facts about yourself.

i already answered this but i guess i can find more facts

1. I learnt German for 5 years.

2. The band/artist I saw live the most is Milky Chance. I saw them 3 times, always with the same friend

3. I'm a virgin (not by choice but more by lack of the right occasion)

4. I'm such the mom friend that when we went to Lisbon last summer with some friends, they called me Mutter (mother in German) the whole week. And they still do it sometimes. I unironically love it

5. I have absolutely no exact idea of when I first realized I wasn't straight and who I came out to first.

angel’s face; what was your favorite bedtime story as a child?

answered here

lunaria; what’s your favorite fictional universe?

answered here

tiger lily; do you have any hobbies?

music, watching tv shows, reading, eating, quantifying stuff about my life on my bullet journal, tumblr

peony; share a small random book passage that means something to you.

"Aggressive et hystérique

Ça fait des siècles que j'entends ça

Indignée et déterminée voilà ce que je suis"

from the play "À nos places" by Agnès Marietta aka @laderdesders1

tea rose; what’s something you always wanted to do but were too scared?

telling my parents i'm depressed and used to be suicidal

foxglove; who is your favorite cartoon character?

i don't know about favorite but i recently discovered the cartoon Harley Quinn and I love Poison Ivy in it

cosmos; do you ever think about the galaxy?

answered here

clover; how would your friends describe you?

Well, you once described me (there was a context but still) as "kind, informed and sassy" and I loved it so much i put it in my bio lmao. Otherwise idk. But one time, one of my best friends said that he was never worried about introducing new people to our group if I was there because I was the person who best made outsiders feel welcome.

lotus; best memory as a child?

wow, way too many. but what first came to my mind rn (for some reason) was when we went to Rome with my parents when I was 12 during the winter holidays. it was snowing like crazy in France but I have this distinct memory of getting my coat off on a balcony at the top of a museum. And standing above Rome, feeling the sun on my skin, I felt so happy.

petunia; who’s story is your biggest inspiration in life? why?

answered here

#thank you 💕#ask

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