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My interpretation of Paul Holden 🙏🙏🙏🙏

Because @crow2222 asked. And by the way I'm so sorry its so bad I lowkey kind of rushed it 🙁

Warning, homos 💔💔🙅🙅❌❌⛔⛔🚨🚨🚨🚨🍅🍅🚫🚫❌❌⛔⛔⛔🤷🤷🙅🙅. And small reference to child abuse. But like very small 😔 🙏

And I'm actually so tired I almost passed out writing this so ignore all the major mistakaes

Okay so first off, I do NOT see Paul as the one who called off the whole thing with him and darry, nor the only reason they had issues. Which they didn't really have but that's a whole other thing.

I like to see him as someone who mirrors darry sort of on the opposite side. Darry is seen as Soc like even tho he is known as a greaser. Shorter hair then ur average greaser, no hair gel, actually follows most laws (he needs too but yk) and doing very well in school and academics in general. But still having many greaser qualities and being a greaser in general.

Meanwhile Paul, a Soc, has longer hair, breaks a few more laws (many socs jump greasers, drink and smoke underage ,and that's it. But Paul would steal, vandalize, etc) but wont jump greasers. Rumbles sure but jumping them in general is a no go for him. Considering his best friend is one.

He also does just well enough in school to pass classes and stay on the football team. Not trying all that much. If it weren't for his parents forcing and pressuring him and his (I hc him to have one) little sister encourageing him he would have probably failed everything then get kicked out. His father is also just an asshole and his mom was so emotionally neglectful it was crazy

I see him as some of the socs safe person for if anything happens similar to darry. Hiding from whatever? Paul. Want a party? Paul. Just wanna hang out that isn't out or at your house? Paul.

His house is basically the hangout spot bc his parents are barely home and when they are they don't pay to much attention bc they act good with them around. Even tho it was rare socs would go there anyway.

Now to Paul and darry. Darry was pauls safe person. If his dad beat him or threatened to kick him out, Darry was the person he would go too. And they were close for years. But It was darry who called off the whatever they had. Paul was the one who was fine with what they had. He was fine keeping it a secret. And he's probably given up a thing or too just for Darry. And darry did care, but he just couldn't do it anymore. In fact, he had kissed many girls when they were dating, claiming its just to hide what they had but realistically he just wanted to try to “get rid of his homosexuality” as its against god. (he literally went to church in the south in the 60s..) but Paul ignored it. Ofc it bothered him but Paul didn't really see it as bad to do bc maybe darry really was trying to hide it?

Darry didn't hate him but when he broke up with Paul. Paul began to dislike him a lot more. Ofc still not jumping greasers but just hated darry. He felt like darry never really cared and everything he did was useless. Ofc darry said they could still be friends like they had been for years but Paul just wanted to leave.

This is why Paul looked visibly angry at darry during the rumble and why darry had no reaction during the rumble. Paul was pissed and he had every right to be. And darry knew this. They still fought, fist to face, body, whatever. But secretly, even though Paul wanted to refuse, the second Darry would make any motive to wanna get back together, Paul would have dropped anything in a heartbeat.

[k0yaz]

drink from me.

Pairings: shenhe x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, vampire au, vamp shenhe yayay, mentions of violence, blood obviously, men, reader being scared at first because she’s a PUSSY, GIRLS LIKING GIRLS OH NO, she walks in on reader changing like once but it’s not meant to be weird you absolute freaks, I USE THE WORD TITS OMG SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE??? Reader kinda 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 (not really), bloodsucking yummy, lowkey cringe wee woo wee woo jk I don’t give a fuck if it’s cringe, not proofread

A/N: YAYAYAYSYS VAMPIRE AU YAY I had to down two bottles of tea while writing this one ngl I wasn’t feeling as creative but I might write a part 2 for this who knows 🕯️

Wallowing in the swift rushes of wind grazing your unconscious body, your knocked out self remained perplexed as to what was occurring within your surroundings while your current view was pitch black. All you felt was a set of calloused hands situated firmly below your back, and your curled up form pressed against someone’s chest.

A couple moments ago, a stream of agonized, low cries erupted from several individuals circling you, that being the only thing you heard once your vision went dark. Likely, it was the screams of the armed circle of men who had backed you up into the woods, actively targeting you. Your hands had scrabbled backwards desperately against the dried leaves, palms stinging from the light scratches from the crunching leaves.

The mist clouding both your vision and cloaking your perpetrators into a menacing silhouette only served to heighten the sense of helpless dismay fogging your mind. You choked out a sudden weak hiccup as your back abruptly bumped against the rugged wood of a large oak tree towering above you, leaving you at a dead end. It all seemed to flicker out of view as what seemed like a cold steel rod collided against the side of your head, causing your body to rock slightly before collapsing onto your side.

Thin trickles of blood ran down the corner of your ear, occasionally rolling down your cheek to the ground to stain the dried leaves a bright red. You knew you were finished. They were going to kill you. You were knocked out already left with your final thoughts of turmoil, while the crunching of one of the men’s footsteps grew louder and louder, indicating he was getting closer. Suddenly, the crunching came to a halt, a shriek now piercing your bloodied ears, along with a swift splatter noise following it.

Your unmoving, curled up body remained buried in leaves as the string of shrieks followed by splatters rang in your ears. Despite being unconscious, you didn’t know what was here, yet your gut wrenched at the gnawing feeling that this unknown savior was coming for you next. Instead, you felt yourself elevated off of the rough earth, this person’s arms not being softer, yet making you feel a bit more at ease in their arms clutching your form.

The cold wails of the breeze fluttered against your skin, rigid goosebumps blooming onto your skin as your body shivered from the stinging cold. Slowly, you began to regain faint traces of consciousness, eyes slightly squinted as you briefly opened them. Your body jerked upon opening your eyes, your vision clearing up to reveal a woman with ice white hair staring off into the distance with a stern gaze plastered onto her rested face, pale pupils fixated ahead of her as you noticed that you were moving abnormally quick along with her while situated in her arms.

She didn’t seem to react at your minute movements as you jerked in her arms upon regaining consciousness. You winced as you felt her fingers tighten into your back, strengthening her grip when she realized that you were awake.

“Don’t let go. Hold onto me.” She commanded, her sharp voice making you flinch and comply with her while she still avoided looking over at you. The feeling that she wasn’t normal racked your body with a shiver, eyes trailing her figure as your arms tightened around her neck, cold fingers tracing along her nape and making her sigh. Her nails seemed to rake along your clothed back in thin motions while she held you. Abnormal speed, pale skin, and sharp nails? Not to mention the intricately suited clothing fitted onto her body? Yeah. She wasn’t human.

There wasn’t any time to worry about things like that though. Once you had recovered completely, you planned to thank her for saving your life. A large, dark architecture filled your sight as her pace quickened, dim golden rays adding a barely visible glow to the windows inside. The woman halted before the lavish mansion, her gaze darting down to you so rapidly that it was strangely uncanny. You only blinked in confusion as the doors seemed to part themselves for her, your mind flooding with a flurry of questions as to if you were dreaming or not.

However, when she opened her feverish lips to breathe out a relaxed sigh, your train of thought was suddenly pushed back upon catching a quick glimpse of a strangely sharp set of fangs adorning the corners of her teeth.

“Can you stand?” The woman inquired, iridescent eyes transfixed onto you. It was quite intimidating to be honest—mixed with the revelation that she was possibly a blood sucking vampire on the verge of devouring you, caused your stomach to drop in fear of what she could’ve possibly brought you here for. “I…I think I can.” You muttered out in a shaky voice, stumbling over your words out cautiously.

Lowering yourself onto your feet, your statement proved to be wrong as your wobbly legs buckled inward. The woman reached over and almost immediately caught you, arm snaked around your waist before you could topple against the glossed marble floors. You exhaled a relived huff as your face was in line with the hard surface, cringing at the thought of your skull cracking against the marble. Her fingers laced into your hair as she heaved a sigh, brushing a few stray strands out of your face. She effortlessly hitched up your body into her arms, curling them around your waist to keep a hold of you from slipping as she carried headed toward the stairs.

From the corner of your eye, you spotted a maid carrying a tray beholding a small cup and a bowl, before she set it down on the table and headed over to the two of you. She backed up slightly, seemingly out of respect before lowering her head.

“Miss Shenhe, is there anything else you need?”

Huh. That was a pretty name for someone who might murder you later.

Shenhe shook her head, before replying. “We do have a fresh spare room, right?” The maid simply nodded, raising her chin to gesture towards a spruce door on the right of the second floor. “Thank you. I’ll call you back if I need anything.”

Once Shenhe had carefully stepped along the polished stairs with you situated in her arms, she leaned over against the door, pushing it open with her shoulder while still holding you. Your eyes widened in awe at the opulent decor of the spare room, scanning the dim lighting from the chandelier hung by a short chain branched from the ceiling, and the gold and porcelain decorations stacked atop various shelves and tables.

Your back pressed against the fleece silk of the pure white bedsheets, eyes nearly fluttering shut at how your body sunk into the soft blankets. Shenhe looked you up and down, her expression still calm and unfeeling as she attempted to affirm that you were comfortable.

“Make yourself comfortable. You can go ahead and get out of your dirty clothing, I’ll go and fetch you some fresh clothing.”

Letting out a small “mhm,” you apprensively continued to track Shenhe, making sure she left the room. Once she shut the door behind her, you heaved a long breath which you felt like you’d been holding in for ages, your constricted chest and tense muscles seemed to relax when she left. You don’t understand why you’re so cautious of her. Sure, she may be a vampire, but she had saved your life. On top of that, giving you a room without you asking was awfully kind of her. Perhaps you should ease up a bit around her.

You hunched one shoulder up, leaning your cheek against it as you began to slide down your soaked and bloody clothing. Before you could reach over for a towel after completely stripping down, the door swung open, smacking the wall with a large thud and revealing Shenhe holding a set of neatly folded black robes in her hands. Almost immediately, you gripped the edge of the blanket, throwing it over your exposed self, while your hand instinctively covered your chest as your face was flushed bright red from embarrassment.

“Can you knock?! And how did you get here so fast?”

Shenhe simply shrugged and set the robes down on the bedside table, turning her back to you and proceeding to walk out. For a moment, her hand rested on the side of the door quietly as the clock’s ticking reverbated through the room, cutting through the silence.

“Sorry.” She mumbled, before shutting the door behind her. It was as if she didn’t mean it, but just wanted to be polite, considering that she took into account that humans weren’t a huge fan of being seen nude. You sighed out In slight guilt, hearing the door creak as it clicked shut. She was treating you so kindly, yet here you were yelling at her for something as trivial as almost seeing your tits. Reaching over, you proceeded to slip on the silk robes, allowing the left end to hang off your shoulder loosely and expose it.

You admired the craftsmanship and comfort of the silk covering your body as you struck various poses into the gold rimmed mirror, praying nobody would walk on you doing the most embarrassing shit known to humankind. After a couple moments of admiring yourself, you headed over to the bed, flopping down and allowing the plush mattress to engulf your outstretched frame. Thin transparent curtains cascaded down either side of the bed, and blocking out the already dim light shining from the lamp and chandelier. The cloud like softness of the bed made you instantly relax, feeling like royalty as comfort and ease flooded your senses.

All of a sudden, a brisk knock tapped at your door, making you jolt and sit up straight—albeit a bit sluggishly considering that you were practically sinking into the mattress. You groggily wavered back onto your bare feet, opening the door hesitantly to peek out through the small gap.

“Shenhe?”

“May I come in?”

Wow. She really decided to listen to your last harsh comment about her knocking.

You nodded, extending a hand to gesture her to come in. She gratefully slipped inside, looking over at your bed and then back to window before your bed, revealing the crowning rays of sunlight beginning to rise, indicating it was nearly morning. Strangely enough, Shenhe seemed to repel away from the sun rays, snapping her head to the side swiftly. She carefully walked over and tugged the curtains shut, her already pale skin fostering an almost sickly white hue when she caught a glimpse of the bright sun.

“Are you alright..?” You asked with your head slightly cocked to the side, clearly attempting to make up for being so defensively rude earlier. Shenhe nodded, composing herself and standing upright, before situating herself beside you in the bed. “I’m fine. Just slightly parched.” She hummed, those pale pupils of hers still seeming to not show any signs of vulnerability and still sharp.

And just like that, you felt a twinge of unease and discomfort, knowing fully well she was referring to blood. You subtly retracted your arm from her, trying to push back the annoying vexations of your human instinct. Shenhe suddenly interrupted your little internal turmoil, breaking the uncomfortable silence with her voice.

“I might just go find a blood bag in the wild, it’s nothing of concern.”

You couldn’t help but feel your apprehension replace with guilt at your stereotypical assumptions of her. She had just saved you and provided you with a place to stay for a bit, while also trying to be polite, yet here you were assuming things about her just cause of the fact that she was a vampire.

“…do you want to drink from me?”

She paused, looking at you with a puzzled expression.

“Wouldn’t that hurt for you?”

“Yeah but it’s not unbearable I hope. Plus I want a way to repay you for saving me back there.”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

You rolled up the sleeve of your robe until the cloth bundled up to your elbow, before sticking your arm out toward her, wrist facing up. “If you insist.” Shenhe rasped out, her throat probably dry from her thirst. Gently taking a hold of your hand, she wrapped her fingers around the space below your elbow to keep your robe sleeve from sliding back down, flipping your hand over so that your palm was face down. She lowered her head to your knuckles, a surge of different emotions building up inside you as her breath fanned over your skin.

You sucked in a breath upon feeling the initial sting of her fangs prodding at your forearm, biting back a pained gasp as you felt them bury within your skin. You continued to stare down with a couple labored breaths as she lapped at the occasional blood trickling down your wrist. Surprisingly, the way she was drinking your blood didn’t seem as painful as you thought, and you let out a sigh as her expression seemed much more relaxed with each sip of your blood.

A sudden lightheaded ache washed over you once Shenhe pulled away, grabbing the bandages conveniently situated on your bedside table to aid your wrist.

“Thank you.” She whispered, guiding you against the mattress as she raised a hand to caress your cheek. Your eyelids fluttered lower at her tender touch grazing your skin, tilting your head against the fluffy pillows. She rose to her feet suddenly, heading out as the door creaked behind her upon closing.

You sank back as silence enveloped the room once more, eyes closing peacefully as you barely felt any lingering pain in your wrist by now.

Maybe she wasn’t so bad after all.

A/N: OH MY GOD THIS WAS LONG anyway wawawawawawa NO THIS ISNT A SESBIAN LEX FIC YOU FREAKY PEOPLE. Jk love yall

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GLUTTONY MY BELOVED

GLUTTONY BARNABY!

Gluttony was created by the multiverse to be a vacuum for all the ideas, scrips, dialogues, scenes that were not use by their creators, ideas that were forgotten in time and become just words.

Gluttony was born in a white void were he himself was lost, with no name or actual voice to talk. While in the time spending in the white void letters appear in the void.

He started to read all of them, understand the words, see the different shapes. In one time he found the word "Hotdogs", it made him feel nostalgic for some reason he didn't understand, and made him hungry.

Without even thinking he put the word in his mouth and take a bite out of it, he felt amazing! Like he actually eated a hotdog! It was delicious.

After that he started to eat all the letters, words, everything he could read and see in the void. Some were sad words, others happy words, angry words and some were more tasty than other but he loved all of them.

And not even noticing he eated all the words there were in that void. He looks and tried to find everywhere of the void for new words but there were none. He accepted that fact but his hunger didn't, he felt hungry and hungry, he felt empty inside.

After sometime of sitting on the floor of the void waiting for a word to appear he saw from far away some type of door be open. Without hesitation he got up and runs towards it. Maybe there is more words he could eat in there.

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