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dwrlm-orion · 10 months ago

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ABOUT THE NEWEST TWST HALLOWEEN EVENT🎃🐦‍⬛

Here's things I take a notes from the event (correct me if I'm wrong or just TELL ME IF I MISSED SOME THINGS)

IMPORTANT, this is just my notes and rants so it will get messy, I mean a real mess. And I'll mix Indonesian and English language since it's easier (for me and my english it still improving, I hope). Hehe :D

It's gonna be a long post I ever type. Help

Not recommend to read since this is just my rants.

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Halloween Event Tittle:

"Lost in The Book with Tim Burton's The Nightmare Before Christmas"

I wonder how Tim Burton will react to this, HE NEED TO KNOW

This is part 2 of Lost in the Book Series. Which I didn't expect tapi gak akan ku tolak 😳

Some facts yang udah terungkap sampai hari ini (btw, eventnya besok ahay GASKEUN~):

Twisted version dari Jack Skellington, named Skully J. Graves (honestly it's a cool name, and WE WON'T LET THE ENGLISH VERSION MESSED UP AGAIN JUST LIKE THEY DID TO KIFAJI AND FELLOW-ekhem)

SSR card: Leona (I CAN'T BREATH, WHERE'S OXYGEN?!!), Jamil (NJAY, JAMIL WITH HIS HAIR DOWN?!! SENGGOL DONG BOS) & Sebek (LET'S GOOOOOOOOOO BABY CROC!!)

SR card: Riddle (THIS IS HIS 2nd BOOK, GIVE HIM A BREAK. And, what in the Ciel Phantomhive???? Bro, I'll give my everything just to get your ass card, luv you), Trey (O-M-G, are you here to babysit Riddle??? or opened your own bakery in Halloween Town??? #babysitter), Jade (YOU'RE NOT TRYING TO BE SEBASTIAN MICHAELIS, AREN'T YOU?!! Nice hairstyle btw) & Idia (STAY SAFE BRO, I HOPE YOU'LL SURVIVE BRO, I'LL SAVE YOUR ASS IF YOU GET STUCK ON THE TREE- I got feeling he'll got stuck on a tree at some point)

R card: Azul (Honestly, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?? KAYA TIBA-TIBA BANGET NIH GURITA HADIR- but I'll enjoy your stunt dan skema penipuan yang akan kau jalankan MAJU KAU GURITA GULUNG!!), Vil (BEAUTIFUL QUEEN!! WELCOME TO THE NIGHTMARE- also you're here to babysit Epel??? #babysitter 2 I got feelings he'll get into more trouble because of his gremlin son), Malleus (BABY GORL, WHAT IN THE W- IT'S GOOD TO SEE YOU TRAPPED HERE, SAYANGKUH!!) & Epel (DON'T GET YOUR MOM Vil INTO TROUBLE!!)

SKULLY GANTENG DAN MENAWAN BANGET PLIS (Gojo reinkarnasi ke semsta yang tak terduga ehe)

Overblot team hadir semua bos! (APA ARTINYA INI????)

Story might be follow the original movie or rather more drama and chaos?? This is NRC students we talked.

ORIGINAL JACK SKELLINGTON ON THE SHOW!! Also Sally and Zero is here?? holy- DID OOGIE BOOGIE WILL SHOW UP TOO??

And I notice the tone color on the card is more grayer or darker??? Riddle's bright red hair is supper grayish in his card. Perfect for this Halloween event :D

AND THE SANTA CLAUS?? OR TWISTED VERSION OF SALLY???

🔥🔥🔥THIS HALLOWEEN WOULD BE FIRE!!!! 🔥🔥🔥

I want to add some of movie that have been adapted to event (as I remember so far):

Tinkerbell (fairy gala?? It's fairy themed)

Pinocchio (wishing star event and playful land event???)

Hunchback of Notre-dame

Lilo and Stich

The Nightmare Before Christmas (we're here!)

What's Next ?????

And I want to make a list of potential Disney movie that might be turned into future event in Twisted Wonderland (just my hunch but we'll see #smilemenacingly):

Frozen (trapped in the endless winter??? I'm in)

Zootopia (I'M WAITING FOR THEM TRAPPED IN ZOOTOPIA AND MEET WITH JUDY. I'm watching for you, Ace)

Dumbo (obvi, classic and nostalgic. Yana-sensei will do this right?? RIGHT?!)

Beauty and The Beast (aside from Vargas, I WANT TO SEE MORE OF TWISTED VERSION OF BATB CHARACTER PLS)

Bambi (I don't know why I add this movie but I LOVE THIS MOVIE FOR YEARS)

Brother Bear (EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE)

Winnie The Pooh (I mean what's wrong with Pooh and Friends make disaster at NRC?? Crowley will be in despair and suffer, now that's gonna be delightful)

Tarzan (I can imagine the first year trying survive in the jungle. Also Rook in Tarzan cloth??? 👁️👁️)

Jungle Book (Exploring the jungle is fun, boys 🙃)

The Emperor's New Groove (WE WANT TO SEE TWISTED YZMA)

Mulan (I know what you're thinking but SILVER GONNA LOVE IT WHEN HE MEET HIS IDOL)

Tangled (Them being tour guide for Rapunzel is hilarious. They'll get more lost but who cares)

The Princess and The Frog (Swamp time people!! Also, who's gonna kiss the frog?? Lilia will)

Peter Pan (I mean it's cool but The Prefect currently experience this *side eyeing Crowley)

Atlantis: The Lost Empire (WELL- IT HAVE POTENTIAL)

And the list goes on...

WE ARE SO READY FOR TOMMOROW!! APAPUN YANG TERJADI CINTAKU PADA TWST INI YANG BERSINAR SEPERTI SINAR ULTRAFENG DAN SELUAS SEMESTA INI AKAN TETAP MENGEBU-GEBU!!!

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #thank you #I'm so happy I'm gonna die #Lost in The Book with Tim Burton's The Nightmare Before Christmas #the nightmare before christmas #I'M SO FREAKING READY FOR TOMORROW #this excitement fuel me to much #I think I'm gonna explode #disney twst #rants and notes by me✨

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thejuliejournal · 1 month ago

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June 15, 7:24 p.m.

Yesterday, I woke up at 5am because I fell asleep too early. Forgot what time because I didn't care to check but it's not like you care either. I woke up to my brother still awake and hyper, still on the iPad. And after realizing that I couldn't go back to sleep, I decided to brush my teeth and...my memory's really foggy. I think I fixed my Turkish exercise and posted it on instagram cause I thought it was kinda weird. I don't know what else I did. Oh. Right. I spent 2 hours listing down all the memories I had with my braces. Look, something you have to understand about me is that I consider 2023 to be the best year of my life and I want to preserve every memory and every second of it because I just don't want to lose it. You'll also notice that it's also the reason why a lot of my works that take place in the 2020's are only up to 2023.

Anyway, I sort of watch this girl named Coleydoesthings. I watched her most recent video (and I don't mean to brag, but I was early by 14 minutes) and while watching, I drew something that I ended up posting on instagram.

I think I ate after that. Then I went to sleep and I drew again, this time I was watching Savantics' video on Plan Bee, my new favorite movie. My mom came back from the orientation and the gym. I got two kit-kats. :-/ Not that I'm upset or anything, I'm just not in the mood to type a smiley emoticon. If you're wondering how my drawing came out, here it is.

Took me an hour I think. I guess four Savantics videos. And guess what I did after that? Well, I watched Conan at the American Girl Doll Place...and then I drew again. While watching Conan at a southern charm school and then I watched a Parks & Recs compilation of Leslie Knope cold opens, I ate my last Kinderjoy with a teaspoon because I put it in the fridge, and then I got this terrifying ad

Hey, what would you do if you woke up to these things dangling right about your head? Anyhoo, I finished the drawing when I was probably five minutes into the Leslie Knope compilation. Again, this is for my future self incase she gets nostalgic about things. My future self wants specific details about things. Anyway, when I was done with the drawing...I drew again. I have a very good reason for these drawings and it's cause it's for Stereotype. Minus the ones I posted on instagram. So I can't show it to you guys now.

I was scrolling through the chapter picking which parts to illustrate. I was on the second illustration and...sorry, I just HAVE to mention what I was watching while drawing. It was The Needlers. All that Amy Poehler reminded me of my most favorjte SNL sketches and I rewatched all of them. I was called for dinner, so I charged my iPad cause it's been draining a lot recently. It's been like that since December. The food was fish. My parents were talking to me. Whatever. They ordered Red Mango and when they asked me if I wanted to order 'Red Mango', I thought they were asking me if I wanted to order the fruit. Like as if a 'red mango' was actually a thing. Cause I forgot it existed. I have never been more stupid in my life, but to be fair, my brain was probably affected by the entrance exam I took.

So I said no. When I remembered that it was a frozen yoghurt store, I said yes. But then I said no again because I remembered those times when I would feel really sick after eating it. This is my usual order if you guys want to... try...

Oreo crumbs 3x

Caramel shell

That's it. Now, as I was saying...I went back upstairs to continue drawing. I began to struggle picking a photo for the backdrop so I decided to make Diane's room in a 'Room designer app'. This led me into insanity, because all of these apps would put 90% of their furniture and sometimes, features behind a paywall. And I started going crazy, I was so angry. I also got this ad for a 'brainrot quiz'. No comment, I'm gonna go and plank for 27 hours.

The rest of the night was boring. Nothing special. Okay, bye. 8:17 p.m.

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recipeslime · 3 months ago

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Ice Cream Cake Strain: A Homemade Nostalgic Chill You Can Taste

There’s something magical about desserts that transport you back to simpler times, warm summer evenings, sticky hands, and laughter that echoed through the house. For me, desserts were never just treats; they were memories wrapped in sweetness.

One particular flavor memory I fell hard for was inspired by the Ice Cream Cake strain, a cannabis strain beloved for its ultra-creamy, sugary, relaxed vibes. It got me thinking: what if I could recreate that feeling as a real dessert? A treat that melts your worries away, just like the best summers of your childhood.

And so, this Homemade Ice Cream Cake Strain Dessert was born.

The Ice Cream Cake Strain: A Quick Flavor Story

Ingredients You’ll Need

How to Make a Homemade Ice Cream Cake (Step-by-Step)

Serving & Storage Tips

Variations to Try

FAQs About Homemade Ice Cream Cake

A Sweet Ending from My Kitchen to Yours

The Ice Cream Cake Strain: A Quick Flavor Story

Before we dive into layers of cream and cookie crunch, let’s talk about the inspiration. The Ice Cream Cake strain is a 75% Indica-dominant hybrid made by crossing Wedding Cake with Gelato #33, two heavy-hitters known for their delicious flavors. It’s loved for its creamy, sweet vanilla notes with hints of sugary dough and a relaxing, euphoric high.

Ingredients You’ll Need

Here’s what you’ll gather to make this sweet masterpiece:

2 cups chocolate sandwich cookies, crushed (like Oreos)

6 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted

1½ quarts vanilla ice cream, softened

1½ quarts cookies and cream ice cream (or mint chocolate chip for a twist)

1½ cups heavy whipping cream

3 tablespoons powdered sugar

1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract

Toppings: Mini chocolate chips, chocolate shavings, crushed cookies, and a drizzle of chocolate syrup

How to Make a Homemade Ice Cream Cake (Step-by-Step)

1. Crafting the Cookie Crust

Start by crushing your chocolate sandwich cookies into fine crumbs. Mix them with melted butter until the crumbs look like wet sand. Press firmly into the bottom of a 9-inch springform pan. Freeze for about 15 minutes. Tip: Use a flat-bottomed glass to pack it down tightly for the best crust.

(P.S. Need more no-bake dessert ideas? Check out my Frozen Strawberry Cheesecake Bars, they’re a freezer must!)

2. Layer the Ice Cream

Spoon softened vanilla ice cream over the crust. Smooth it gently with a spatula to avoid lifting the crumbs. Freeze for 30-45 minutes until firm.

Next, spread the cookies and cream (or mint chip) ice cream over the vanilla layer. Freeze again for at least 1 hour.

Looking for a nostalgic twist? Sally’s Homemade Ice Cream Cake Recipe offers more layer inspiration!

3. Whipping the Dreamy Frosting

While the cake freezes, whip up your frosting. Beat heavy whipping cream, powdered sugar, and vanilla extract until you get fluffy peaks. It should feel like thick clouds, but still hold its shape.

Kitchen Tip: Chill your mixing bowl and beaters for 10 minutes beforehand for quicker whipping.

4. Decorating with Heart

Unmold the frozen cake and frost it generously with the whipped cream. Decorate the top with mini chocolate chips, chocolate shavings, crushed cookies, and a gooey drizzle of syrup if you like.

This is the part where you pour your personality into the cake, colorful sprinkles? Caramel drizzle? A sprinkle of sea salt? Go wild.

Want even more summer dessert ideas? Southern Living’s Lemon Icebox Pie would pair beautifully with a slice of this cake!

Serving & Storage Tips

Serve: Let the cake sit out at room temperature for about 5-10 minutes before slicing for easier serving.

Store: Wrap the cake tightly in plastic wrap or foil and store in the freezer. It stays fresh and magical for up to 7 days.

Make Ahead: It’s a perfect party recipe because you can make it 1-2 days in advance!

Variations to Try

✨ Mint Lovers: Replace cookies and cream ice cream with mint chocolate chip. ✨ Peanut Butter Dream: Add a layer of peanut butter cups between the ice cream layers. ✨ Strawberry Swirl: Use strawberry ice cream and fresh berries for a fruity twist.

Feeling inspired by classic flavors? Grandma’s Best Strawberry Desserts will definitely spark ideas!

FAQs About Homemade Ice Cream Cake

Can I use store-bought whipped topping?

Yes, if you’re short on time, but homemade whipped cream tastes so much fresher!

How far ahead can I make this?

You can make the full cake up to a week in advance and decorate it just before serving.

Can I make a smaller version?

Absolutely! Use a loaf pan instead of a springform pan for a mini ice cream cake.

A Sweet Ending from My Kitchen to Yours

When I take the first bite of this cake, I'm instantly back in my mom’s kitchen, barefoot on cool tile floors, licking melted ice cream off my fingers. Food has that kind of magic, doesn’t it? It can teleport you back to the safest places.

This Homemade Ice Cream Cake Strain Dessert is creamy, nostalgic, stress-melting, and a pure joy to share, or to hoard all to yourself. (No judgment here!)

If you loved this recipe, you’ll definitely want to peek into The Sweet Spot where you’ll find irresistible treats like my Quaker Oatmeal Cookies and Cherry Pie Bars Recipe

#food #cooking #recipe #healthy food

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lostmary25 · 3 months ago

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Can the Lost Mary MT15000 Turbo Replace Your Daily Vape?

As someone who’s been around the vape block a few times, I’ve tested my fair share of devices—from the ultra-basic to the high-end refillable setups. But when I started hearing about the Lost Mary MT15000 Turbo, I was curious. Could this sleek little disposable really replace my daily vape? I had to find out for myself.

After spending the last couple of weeks using the MT15000 Turbo exclusively, I’ve got a lot to say—and spoiler alert, it might just be the upgrade you didn’t know you needed.

Why I Decided to Try the Lost Mary MT15000 Turbo

I’m usually the type to stick with my go-to refillable, but lately, I’ve been wanting something more convenient. I travel a lot, work from different spots, and don’t always want to worry about carrying juice bottles or charging mods on the go. That’s when the Lost Mary MT15000 Turbo caught my eye.

What intrigued me:

15,000 puffs—yeah, seriously.

Dual mode (Normal & Turbo) for customized hits.

Type-C rechargeable, so it’s still eco-conscious (sort of).

A growing variety of Lost Mary Vape Flavors that people seem obsessed with.

So, I ordered one directly from the Lost Mary site, picked a couple of flavors, and gave it a real-world trial.

First Impressions: Sleek and Smart

I’ll be honest—the design surprised me. It’s compact but feels sturdy, with a modern look that doesn’t scream “disposable.” It has a digital display that shows both battery and e-liquid levels, which I think every vape should have by now.

The finish is smooth, and the mouthpiece fits naturally. This wasn’t your average puff-and-toss vape. It felt premium, like something I wouldn’t mind pulling out in public.

Performance: Normal vs. Turbo Mode

One of the coolest features of the Lost Mary MT15000 Turbo is its dual vaping modes. I wasn’t sure what to expect at first, but switching between modes makes a real difference.

Normal Mode

This is great for when I’m just casually puffing. It’s smooth, slightly cooler, and perfect for flavor-focused hits. Battery life also stretches out way longer in this mode.

Turbo Mode

When I need a little extra kick, Turbo Mode delivers. It hits harder, the vapor is warmer, and you get a more intense throat hit. Definitely my go-to when I need that satisfying hit after a long day.

Switching between modes is super easy—just a tap—and it makes the device feel way more personalized than most disposables.

Flavor Quality: My Favorite Lost Mary Vape Flavors

Let’s talk flavor—because no matter how fancy a vape is, if the taste isn’t there, I’m not interested. Thankfully, the Lost Mary MT15000 Turbo didn’t disappoint.

Here are a few Lost Mary Vape Flavors I’ve tried and absolutely loved:

1. Strawberry Watermelon

It’s a classic combo, but Lost Mary nailed it. The watermelon is juicy and fresh, while the strawberry adds a candy-like sweetness. It’s balanced and not too sugary.

2. Blue Cotton Candy

This one brought back carnival vibes in the best way. Sweet, slightly creamy, and totally nostalgic. Great for anyone with a sweet tooth.

3. Pineapple Coconut Ice

If you love tropical flavors, this is your jam. It tastes like a frozen piña colada and has just enough ice to cool the finish without overpowering the fruit.

4. Kiwi Passion Fruit Guava

Complex, fruity, and exotic. You actually get distinct notes of all three fruits, which is rare in a disposable.

The flavor consistency is honestly one of the best things about this vape. Each hit tastes just as good as the last—something I’ve struggled to find with other brands.

Battery Life & Puff Count: Is 15,000 Realistic?

Okay, the million-dollar question—does it really last 15,000 puffs?

Short answer: pretty close.

I’ve been using mine daily, moderately to heavily, and it’s still going strong after 10 days. The display helps me keep an eye on battery and juice levels, so I never get caught off guard.

If you’re someone who vapes all day, you might get around two solid weeks out of it. For light to moderate users, I can easily see this lasting a full month.

Convenience: The Everyday Vape Factor

So, can it replace your daily vape?

Here’s what I found:

Portability: Super easy to carry. No mess, no tanks, no refills.

Reliability: Always ready to go. I haven’t had a single misfire or leak.

Simplicity: No learning curve. It’s very much a pick-up-and-go device.

Flexibility: With Turbo Mode, it feels like two vapes in one.

I used to think disposables were just for emergencies or nights out, but the Lost Mary MT15000 Turbo proved me wrong. It’s reliable and enjoyable enough to use all day, every day.

Where to Buy: Trust the Lost Mary Site

I ordered mine directly from the Lost Mary site, and I definitely recommend going that route if you want to avoid knockoffs. The official site has the freshest inventory, exclusive flavor drops, and guarantees that you’re getting the real deal.

Plus, I found the shipping to be fast and hassle-free—mine arrived in just three days.

Who Should Try the Lost Mary MT15000 Turbo?

After my time with this device, I can confidently say it’s a great fit for:

Busy people who don’t want to deal with juice refills or constant charging.

Vapers looking to simplify without sacrificing quality.

Anyone switching from cigarettes or pod systems who wants flavor variety.

Disposable lovers ready for a serious upgrade in puff count and customization.

If you’re still clinging to your refillable setup, I get it—but this vape might just convince you to make the switch (or at least keep one around as a backup).

Final Thoughts: Is It Worth It?

Absolutely. The Lost Mary MT15000 Turbo checks all the boxes: long-lasting, flavor-rich, stylish, and convenient. It might not fully replace my beloved refillable setup for every situation, but for day-to-day use, travel, or just something simple and satisfying, it’s become a top contender.

With a variety of Lost Mary Vape Flavors to explore, dual-mode functionality, and an impressive puff count, it’s more than just a disposable—it’s a serious option for anyone who vapes.

So if you’ve been wondering whether the MT15000 Turbo is worth the hype, I say go for it. Just don’t be surprised if it becomes your new daily driver.

#lost mary mt15000 turbo #lost mary site #Lost Mary Vape Flavors

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keefiswhoiam · 8 months ago

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November 07 - 2024 Thursday

2:07pm

I feel like I didn't let myself enjoy anything for the past few years and maybe before that too. I feel like I'm so nostalgic for things not even that long ago because I still have to catch up on the experience of those things. I wasn't there when they happened, I was either in the past or worrying about not being good enough. These 2 states of mind burden every moment of my life. When I'm having "fun", I am secretly distracted by my own mind.

And all I do is complain about it here on this blog. I put stuff here and then I look away because I'm so ashamed sometimes of how pathetic I can be. I am broken, I can't have fun or feel real happiness. I experience no whimsy. Hardly anything speaks to my heart or drives me anymore.

11:03pm

This morning I was going to make tuna stew on a whim since I had fresh bell peppers and celery but for some reason I chose to use the last of this frozen sausage I had. I also intended to put tomatoes in it which I thought I had frozen but I didn't so that plan fell apart. What I made instead was basically my chicken stew but with veggie broth and sausage. It was alright.

I didn't stream today because I kinda wanted to be alone. That being said I joined BR and her friends for a little bit before I started working but I left to focus. I did all of my work despite feeling like I just wanted to lay in bed. I wasn't too hungry for lunch so I just made a bowl of popcorn with a lot of salt.

In the afternoon I hopped in VRchat and streamed my art via Twitch onto a video player. I did something a little different and was doing a study of a Simmars screenshot. My goal was to have fun and not rush it, and I did. TK joined me as well as WX and D2. It was mostly me listening to them talk. I honestly had hoped for a little 1 on 1 time with TK to just talk about whatever, she's a good listener and gives good feedback. Instead it was kinda goofball hour and it was hard to get a word in. Then this troll joined doing the classic "you're too old to be playing this game" and stuff like that. I saw this as an opportunity to see if I could talk someone like this into a real conversation but I didn't do a good job. I mostly deflected instead of asking him any real questions. This is partly because I was hungry, working, and was already frustrated in general. But it's still practice for the future.

DS and I finally got to play Just Dance again. I was thinking about how I must look in my room dancing very poorly. I was also noticing how different parts of my body felt to move them certain ways. In Hades we are finally getting close to finishing the Achilles plot which is our personal finale.

#journal #diary

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princess-angelheart · 1 month ago

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OH WOW, thank you for tagging me! this looks so fun :D XD

quiet by lights makes me cry since it's so nostalgic to me. i'm so happy that someone else knows it! i didn't put lyrics that exactly came one after the other, i just picked the ones i liked and combined them lol (i had to reshuffle a couple times because since this is going on my agere acc, i wanted it to be kid safe! so these are also mostly from my noelle playlist lol) 1. only acting - kero kero bonito you should be able to feel a performance with your whole body and soul now i'm gonna teach you everything i know and you, and you, and you, and you!

2. all i want for christmas is you - mariah carey all the lights are shining so brightly everywhere and the sound of children's laughter fills the air and everyone is singing i hear those sleigh bells ringing santa, won't you bring me the one i really need? won't you please bring my baby to me?

3. sad - lemon demon we have a saying back in my hometown "when you're feeling down, sunshine fixes everything!" but here, winter is getting volder everything's frozen still beautiful things no longer give me the chills 4. all will be okay - nyxtheshield can't sleep you once again feel so real your fading shape just out of reach i cannot tell what are dreams i can no longer drown the screams why didn't i wake up? and why did kris make me do that? 5. snow - ricky montgomery to me, evergreen wasn't such a bad dream take my father's conscience from me sister, will you lend me all your strength? i'm bringing everyone home

6. ringtone (remix) - 100 gecs, charli xcx, rico nasty, kero kero bonitothrow away my phone hide it somewhere no one knows buried it in the ground, so it can never be found but i still hear it, i hear the sound of your ringtone it's a crime, why can't i get you out of my mind?

7. dream sweet in sea major - miracle musical you look quite divine tonight, here among these vibrant lights pure delights surround us as we sail signed, yours truly, the whale 8. always forever - cults you know, you've got me in your pocket you don't just have to wait around you know i'll keep you in my locket just come here, and we can settle down 9. everybody - liz everybody sing this song 'cause your somebody's someone 10. aurora borealis - lemon demon beneath apocalyptic snowflakes from above we are not in peril, we are in apocalove is this the first time you've seen an aurora borealis crush mankind? a flashlight underneath my chin, a pretty winter night, your hand in mine tag time :3 @grand-zammy @pink-crayon-princess @littleprincessfluffybunny you guys dont have to ofc!

and then, anyone else who wants to, no invite required ^_^ yay!!!!

I saw a fun challenge where you shuffle ten songs (can just do five too) from your ‘liked’ playlist (or whatever playlist you use frequently that has a decent amount of songs) and share your favorite lyric from each song. might be a fun way to find some new music!

kryptonite; 3 doors down

I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon // After all I knew, it had to be something to do with you // I really don't mind what happens now and then // As long as you'll be my friend at the end

haunted house; treaty oak revival

She's like a curse // The way she follows me around // And I haven't told her yet what we have's six feet in the ground

ceilings; lizzy mcapline

But it's not real // And you don't exist // And I can't recall the last time I was kissed // It hits me in the car // And it feels like the end of a movie I've seen before

easier than lying; halsey

Whatever you give to me, from yourself, you take // Well, if you're a hater, then hate the creator // It's in your image I'm made

gold rush; taylor swift

Walk past, quick brush // I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush // I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush

blowing smoke; gracie abrams

I cut the rope and you fell from the tower // I let it go for my peace of mind // Bit the bullet, it didn't hurt // But I still hate the image of you kissing her

edge of midnight; miley cyrus ft. stevie nicks

And the days go by like a strand in the wind // In the web that is my own, I begin again // I said to my friend (everything stopped) // Nothing else mattered

hemorrhage (in my hands); fuel

She cries her life is like // Some movie black and white // Dead actors faking lines // Over and over and over again she cries

it’s time to go; taylor swift

Fifteen years, fifteen million tears // Begging 'til my knees bled // I gave it my all, he gave me nothin' at all Then wondered why I left // Now he sits on his throne in his palace of bones // Praying to his greed // He's got my past frozen behind glass // But I've got me

need a favor; jelly roll

I owe you more than one and beggars can't be choosers // But I'll pay for all I've done, just please don't let me lose her

I’m nominating @miranova23 @kelseyfitzherbert @nowimhaunted @heart-beat-girl @dreaming-in-seams @the-writer1988 @paintedinflame @thecw-unicorn @newdream2010 and @daimerpassionement for this , but if anyone else sees this and wants to do it too, please do & tag me! ☺️

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tea-under-the-stars · 6 years ago

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The Signs as Disney Villains

Aries: Te Ka (Moana - 2016)

Taurus: Ursula (The Little Mermaid - 1989)

Gemini: Dr Facilier (The Princess and the Frog - 2009)

Cancer: Mother Gothel (Tangled - 2010)

Leo: Gaston (Beauty and the Beast - 1991)

Virgo: Evil Queen (Snow White an the Seven Dwarfs - 1937)

Libra: Maleficent (Sleeping Beauty - 1959)

Scorpio: Jafar (Aladdin - 1992)

Sagittarius: Shan Yu (Mulan - 1998)

Capricorn: Lady Tremaine (Cinderella - 1950)

Aquarius: Mor’du (Brave - 2012)

Pisces: Governor Ratcliffe (Pocahontas - 1995)

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the-blue-fairie · 3 years ago

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Character ask: 2, 4, 5, 14, 15, and 20 for Anna

2. I think I started to adore her the first moment she was onscreen. Frozen was part of what really rekindled my love for Disney, so I remember still having a bit of the cynical disaffected feeling at the time - and I was surprised at how easily I fell in love with these characters when they were children. I might have expected insincere treacliness, but what I got was two deeply sincere child characters in the form of Elsa and Anna. The strength of the film RESTS on the emotional weight of the accident and what follows. If we don't feel for Anna when she is struck, it's all for naught. And I was swept up in the emotional dynamic. Part of that rests on Elsa's likability as a child, of course, but so much rests on Anna. One wrong move and she could have been annoying, but she just feels. Exuberant. In a way that feels both nostalgic but deeply tender.

My love for her as a character solidified firmly thereafter, during Do You Want to Build a Snowman. DYWTBAS is, I think, a masterclass of storytelling, a timely, effective, emotional gut-punch - and the look in Anna's eyes when Elsa shuts her door for the first time (and the look in Elsa's eyes) is HEARTBREAKING. The emotional resonances of Anna's character are heartbreaking, you feel for everyone in the scenario. Just sublime storytelling.

4 and 5. I politely decline to discuss ships, but send my love to everyone and the beautiful stories they weave and art they craft in this fandom.

14. Her best storyline? Oh, this is difficult, because so many of her storylines have emotional resonances with me. Her desperation for human connection tying into her romance with Hans and her arc regarding True Love. Her reconnection with Elsa. Her self-sacrifice being key to her salvation and her being her own savior? Aaaaaaah. The intense emotional power of The Next Right Thing? How can I begin to choose? I will say, The Next Right Thing might be my favorite moment for her, but because I think certain parts of her arc in F2 were written more clumsily (even if the culmination is executed perfectly), I think I'll say her F1 arc, tying together her sense of isolation, her desperation for human connection, her gaining of wisdom, her faith, her inner strength, her saving herself, all of it. It overwhelms me.

15. Her worst storyline? Oh, I have strong feelings about this one. See here.

20. A weird headcanon? Oh, fun! Let's go lighthearted! She's a bit of a nudist and part of the reason Olaf has an aversion to clothes ("So nice to take your coals off once in a while", "I just find clothes restricting"), which I'm basing off the "Like run naked in the breeze" line from the musical. Which, between Oaken, Bulda's casualness regarding washing Kristoff's clothes, various introspective pieces I've written about Elsa, Oaken's family, and Olaf of course, she'll fit right in among many.

#anna #frozen #ask meme

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xu-ren · 4 years ago

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Goodbye

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Dick Grayson x reader / Nightwing x reader

Wordcount: 2,200+

I love Dick, I really do but even though I think that he can make a good boyfriend, I also think that he won’t, mostly because of the heavy burdens he takes upon himself. This is me trying to write a breakup where they both still love each other but the relationship is like beating a dead horse. I hope that you enjoy.

Masterpost

*~*~*

You jolted awake suddenly. You weren’t sure what woke you up, maybe it was the feeling that someone was staring at you, maybe it was the wind coming in from the window you always close, maybe it was the coppery smell of blood. Well, there was only one person that would sneak into your bedroom in the middle of the night.

“………Dick?”

“Yes, darling?”

You dragged your weary body from your warm embrace of your bed and walked to where the shadowy figure was. Gently, you slowly took his hand in yours, making sure to telegraph your movement so he doesn’t startle. You linked your fingers together, comfortable and nostalgic in equal measures. It feels like it has been so long since the last you held his hand but also like you have never stopped holding it.

You went into your bathroom to fetch the first aid-kit, which in a normal household would be defined as overstocked but when you are dating a vigilante, there’s no such thing as an overstocked first aid-kit. Understocked, definitely, but never overstocked. When you entered the dining room where you left Dick, you found him in his Nightwing costume, gingerly perched upon one of the chairs on your dining table, specifically the one covered in plastic that was set aside for nights like this. The lights you flickered on your initial journey to the kitchen only serves to highlight his wounds. Luckily, they don’t seem to be anything serious, just a mixture of bruises and small cuts, nothing you have not seen before.

You settled yourself in front of him and gently start cleaning and dressing his wounds, muttering apologies when he hissed from the pain. Your hands were steady, far too used to cleaning up wounds for someone who is a civilian. Dick was uncharacteristically silent, maybe he was too exhausted to talk, which is doubtful. Maybe he could read that you are not in the mood to talk, which was far more likely. He had always been perceptive to your moods, that was what made him such a good boyfriend in the first place.

Once, earlier in your relationship, your hands would have trembled, shaky and uncertain as they dressed his wounds. Your panicking apologies would have been met with demands for kisses to make it better, perhaps even interspersed with kisses from Dick to whatever patches of your skin that he could reach.

But now, it was no longer so. Quickly and efficiently, Dick’s wounds were soon all cleaned and dressed. You moved a chair in front of him and settle upon it, finally meeting his eyes. He looks exhausted, world weary with bags that would rival the bag you see on a backpacker. If you could have it any other way, you would not have this conversation now but if you don’t, you don’t know when you would next have a chance to do so or the courage to go through with it.

You held one of his hands in both of yours, rubbing your thumb in a soothing motion on the back of his hand, doing whatever you can to soften the news.

“Dick, let’s break up.” You let it spill out of you, as quickly as you could before your courage failed you.

Dick’s baby blues widen, making him resemble a baby owl before blinked rapidly once, twice, thrice, as if he is in disbelief while the rest of him was frozen. The silence seemed to drag on and on, the calm before the storm.

“Love, darling, dearest, whatever do you mean? I promise that I would do better. Just tell me where I went wrong, it won’t happen again. I promise, just please please don’t leave me. Let’s get married, okay? When do you wanna get married? Tomorrow is fine, how about tomorrow?” babbled Dick desperately. In the middle of his babbling, the position of your hands had switched, with both of his hands cradling both of yours. It’s warm and familiar and you desperately want to savour the moment, especially since it’s one that you have went so long without.

However, you have already come this far. It would be doing a disservice to the courage you so desperately gathered to fail here.

“Oh Dick, I love you, I really really do. But you don’t have anything left to give me, do you? Do you even remember the last time we went on a date?” You asked as kindly as you could.

“We went to the burger place you mentioned?” He asked hesitantly.

“That was 2 months ago, and you were 3 hours late,” you retorted, trying to keep the heat from your voice.

“The café with the ………pancakes?” His next guess was much more hesitant, so it was safe to say that you weren’t particularly successful with keeping the heat from your voice.

“5 months ago, and you left 3 minutes after the pancakes arrived because you received a call. From Barbara.”

The silence that followed your second answer was deafening, uncomfortable in a way that was rare when you were with him. He responded by bringing your hands, still cradled by his to his cheeks and looked at you from under his lashes with his lower lip jutting out. There are many things about him that you were weak to, but none as much as when he looked at you with his baby blues from under those long pretty boy lashes of his.

You snatched your hands from his and narrowed your eyes at him, furious that he would try such a method at a time like this. It was unfair of him, since you knew your weakness, he knew it, his family knew it, even the waitstaff at your favourite breakfast place probably knew it.

“Point is, Dick, we have barely seen each other in months, and when we do, you are either late or rushing off. I’m not angry,” You pinched your nose, trying to keep your voice steady. “I mean, I was but I came to realise something. There’s no place for me in your life, or rather, there’s so much on your plate that there’s no place left for me. You are a flying Grayson, and I’m the shackles that bound you. I have been selfish all this time, but would you let me be selfish this one last time?”

At the end of your rant, you finally dared to hazard a glance at Dick. His shoulders were slumped and his head bowed, like he was beaten down and it broke your heart. It’s not the first time you have seen him like this, his life often takes its toll on him, but it never failed to break your heart nonetheless.

You wanted to comfort him, but how do you comfort someone who you hurt? You wished to wrap your arms around him, giving him a reprieve from the horrors of the world and a place to be weak. You wished to let him sob into your shoulder but how do you do so when you are the one that inflicted this pain on him?

“Alright,” he sighed, ending your relationship once and for all.

“It’s late, why don’t you stay the night?” It’s cruel of you, to offer your bed to someone whose heart you just broke, but you missed him.

He raised his head and you finally looked at him after your awful revelation. The sight of it broke your heart all over again, especially the way his eyes were shinning with barely unshed tears and his lips were quivering. His eyes scanned you, trying to tell if you meant what you said.

He nodded his acceptance and head towards your couch. You pulled on his shirt to catch his attention, unsure if he wanted you to touch him at the moment. He stopped but doesn’t turn to face you.

“Come to bed, Dick.” An unspoken one last time passed between the both of you.

He changed directions and headed towards your bedroom, shoulders and back stiff. You were left standing in the kitchen alone, except this time it's all due to your own making. When you finally gathered your thoughts, you head to your bedroom to find Dick in the showers.

You sat on your bed, waiting for him because you like to think that you still know him well and he is someone that would go to sleep on your couch or gods forbid, leave, if you close your eyes for even a second. The way he jolted when he came out of the bathroom confirmed your suspicions.

He made his way stiffly to his side of the bed, closer to the window. “All the better to protect you, my dear,” was what he said when you had asked why he loved sleeping on the side closer to the window.

You crawled under the covers, unsure on what to do next. It’s painful that your last night together would be so horribly awkward, even though you know that you only have yourself to blame for this. Lovely, precious Dick broke the awkwardness by wrapping his arms around you, pulling your head onto his chest and resting his head on yours. You reciprocated by wrapping your arms around him and snuggling closer. His scent was comforting, a mixture of his shower gel and something that was uniquely him. It has long faded from both your bed and the clothes that he left in your apartment, even though you tried to preserve it for as long as you possibly could.

Only in the darkness of your bedroom, with both of your arms wrapped around each other, does Dick finally let his tears fall. His tears wet your hair and gut-wrenching sobs that tore through his chest. What broke your heart over and over again was however, the kisses he pressed to the top of your head in between his sobs.

You closed your eyes and succumbed to sleep only when his sobs were silent, presumably having exhausted himself.

*~*~*

You jolted awake to the smell of something burning, causing you to leap from your bed and run towards the kitchen. There, you stared as Dick waved your pan around, trying to put out the burning something on it. You would hazard a guess and say that it was a fried egg, given the eggshell you could see at the side of the stove.

Some unknown emotion, maybe relief, crawled up your throat and you laughed and laughed and laughed. By the time you managed to gain some control, you looked up to see Dick pouting at you.

“You could have helped, you know?” pointed out Dick, clearly a little upset.

“I’m sorry, I should have. How about cereal instead?” you said as a peace offering.

“Fruit Loops?” Watching Dick perk up at the mere mention of cereal made your lips twitch upwards. It certainly made the number of times you had to replace the cereal worth it, given that he had never stayed over enough in recent months to finish the cereal and you weren’t going to eat that sugary cereal.

“Of course, were you expecting something else?”

“I love you, honey.” At the words that spilled out of Dick’s mouth, both of you freeze, unsure on how to proceed, your conversation from last night hanging heavily in the air. You smiled at him tentatively and his shoulders relaxed marginally.

By the time you return to the kitchen after freshening yourself in the bathroom, Dick had already taken your largest bowl and was eating what looked like half the box of cereal. You made yourself a cup of Milo before sitting across Dick, drinking in the sight of him sitting at your kitchen table bathe in sunlight.

Far sooner than you would like, breakfast was over and you are helping him pack up his things. Even that doesn’t last as long as you would liked and before you knew it, you were standing in front of your door with Dick, his things in a box at his feet.

Both of you look at each other awkwardly, unsure or perhaps unwilling to take the next step. He cupped your cheeks and pressed a kiss to your lips. He tasted sweet, which suited a person as sweet as he is.

‘I’m sorry, I love you,’ his kiss said.

‘Don’t be, it’s not your fault. I love you too,’ you kissed him back.

You separated, his hands still cupping your cheeks, your faces so close that you could smell the sugar on his breath.

‘Goodbye.’ He pressed one last kiss on your forehead before turning around and walking out of your life. You know that if you ask him to stay, if you tell him that you don’t want to break up anymore, he would stay, but it wouldn’t be fair to either of you. You watched, rooted to the ground, drinking in the sight of him until he turned around the corner.

You can’t bear the sight of your apartment, so bare without his things. Even when he had been barely around in months, at least his things were still around to remind you of him. Instead, you headed to your bed and cried, surrounded by the smell of him. The first time your bed smelled like him in months also marked the last time your bed would ever smell like him.

#dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x female!reader #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x #nightwing #nightwing x reader #nightwing x y/n #nightwing x #nightwing x you #young justice #teen titans #young justice x reader #teen titans x reader #teen titans x #young justice x

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4joonkookie · 4 years ago

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Gravity

(Mirror, Mirror part #2, [or not])

⚘ Paring: Jungkook x Reader

⚘Words: 3.8K

⚘Summary:

Part 2 of the Mirror, Mirror series. All parts can be read as a series or standalone. (Standalone) - You strike a lusty connection with a sexy stranger at a concert venue. OR (Series) - Unsure about the future of your relationship, you recall the first time you meet and fuck JK.

⚘Tags/Warnings:

SMUT, flirting, public foreplay, infatuation, established relationship, non-disclosure agreement, angst, rough sex, putting on a condom is sexy?, waxing nostalgic, noona!kink, destiny, series, career woman, Jungkook takes long showers, oops there's a plot, lots of research on that 'Euphoria' harness, Seokjin cameo, commitment issues, avoidant behavior, unresolved ending, ending up to reader interpretation, just wanted to write a sex scene in the mirror and it's manifested into 4 parts.

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You stand frozen in the mirror, looking at your reflection until it fortunately steams away from Jungkook’s hot shower.

Quit your stupid job. Please. Stay with me. And you don’t need to have an answer. But we have to talk about it.

You could be predictable and do exactly what Jungkook thinks. You can leave.

Or. You could head to the kitchen, start a pot of coffee and unpack your bags.

Memories flood your mind, keeping you still.

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The thousands of seats in the stadium are empty but ample employees work through set-up and dress rehearsal for the concert happening tonight.

You stand on the stage watching the staff secure a performer to the platform harness, tightening a cable around his waist. They shuffle to finish and take steps back to watch the man be lifted, hung and swayed above the stadium seats.

This is the last item on your agenda today before you can head back to the hotel and rest for an early flight tomorrow.

The performer is slowly lowered down to the stage.

Working for these large venues means traveling, living in hotel rooms and keeping you too busy to take advantage of endless complimentary show tickets. Most of them go to waste or are given away . A “friend” (one of the many that come out of the woodwork depending on what show is in their city) casually asked about tickets to this particular concert. You told her the stadium is sold out but you had 2 tickets and weren’t planning on using them.

Your ears still ring with the high-pitched shriek she wailed into the receiver.

When the man lands safely back on the stage, you approach him. “How is it? Does it feel okay?” you say, in your best client - friendly voice as he steps off the device.

“Do I have to wear the wrist harness?” He rubs where the looped fabric has reddened his skin.

“It kind of burns.”

You scrunch your face before replying. “Yes, you have to wear the harness. It’s a liability if you don’t.” you say, matter-of-factly.

“A liability.” It’s not clear if he’s parroting you or asking a question.

“Right,” you nod. You signed a contract.”

“I did?” his hand on his chest, genuinely surprised.

“Well, someone did,” gesturing to the plentiful staff of his company.

“What does it say?”

“It says the stadium isn’t responsible for anything that happens to you if you don’t use the moving platform as recommended, I.E. with the wrist harness.”

He doesn’t reply. “Sorry.”, you add. Just trying to keep you and your 5 friends safe.”

“6,” he corrects you.

“6 What?”

“There’s seven of us. Me and 6 friends.”

You quickly apologize, realizing you may have come off rude and too eager to leave. You have no idea who he is but he’s not the first diva you’ve dealt with. You turn on the charm and start sucking up to the talent, as your job often requires.

“But if the fabric of this one is too rough on you...,” you briefly rub your hand over the reddening skin on his hand. “I think I have one in a different material that’ll be gentler on your skin.”

He laughs shyly and smiles. It wasn’t your intention to flirt but his reaction made it feel like you were. It makes him seem a little young.

“It’s ok.” He laughs again, containing a smile. “It’s not too rough,” eyes glancing at your lips and moving to your eyes. The wind blows his dark hair over his face but you can still see his eyes. His near smolder throws you off, causing you to dart your own eyes down.

“Are you sure?” feeling blood rush to your chest and face as the distance between your bodies begins to close.

“Yes.” He thanks you by name after quickly getting a glimpse at your name badge. “Is that your job? Making sure everyone is safe?” Embarrassed by your initial touch, he seems more confident now.

“Sort of,” you reply shortly.

Really, your job is to prevent the venues from being sued. Charming (and albeit, sometimes flirting) with talent is part of the job, so, you’re not sure why this random has such a pull on you. Or why your palms are sweating and your mind is going foggy.

“Wait here,” you instruct.

He nods and you jog to an equipment room backstage to retrieve another wrist harness. This one is made of silicone instead of fabric. You hurry back to him and worry you’re out of breath when you return.

“Here.” You pull the moving platform to you, stepping on your tiptoes to unhook the fabric loop. He holds out his hand to take the new one from you. You offer it and he easily reaches to hook it on, making you feel small as you return back to your flat feet.

“Hopefully, it’s a bit gentler for you,” you tease, taking some advantage of his bashfulness.

“Thank You.” He smiles. Your bodies are closer now and you can feel his breath.

Swallowing, “Do you want to try it.?” Soap and cologne fill your nostrils.

“Try what?” keeping his lips parted, eyes searching your face.

“The harness.” You pull the still-hanging platform and hold your foot down on the device so he can step easily onto it again. He raises his arm above his head and you loop his hand through the strap. You pull the belted cables and secure them tightly around his waist, feeling rigid muscles under his oversized t-shirt. He winces when you snap the belt closed.

“Speaking of rough,” he scolds, looking down at you, the world closing in quickly on you both.

“Safety first.” One of your feet between his, holding him down to the stage on the small platform. You could’ve had staff do it but eliminating this closeness seems wrong. “Ready?” you say, hands hanging from his belt.

His eyes peek down at your lips again. “Ready.” You step off the platform and give a thumbs up to staff working the cables above the stadium. They pull him for a few laps, flying around, giving you a moment to compose yourself.

When he lands, you replace your foot between his. “Better?” you ask, rising to your tippy-toes to unloop his wrist, letting your fingertips graze on the top of his hand.

“Better,” he replies, smiling ear-to-ear now. You wrap your arms around his waist again to remove the cables.

Behind him, a group of men huddle together at the end of the stage, conspicuously giggling and immediately stopping when your eyes find them.

“Are those your 6 friends?” you question, as you unhook the belt, embarrassed that you acted as if you were alone.

He steps off and rolls his eyes, endeared. “That’s them.”

“Ok.” You rub your face, trying to coax yourself back into reality. “You’ll let me know if you or your friends need anything?”.

He nods respectfully and thanks you by name again.

“You’re welcome.” You offer a wave and turn to slink away. You cringe when he calls you again. You turn to find a sheepish grin on his face.

“Do you know my name?” he asks with a knowing look.

You try to be casual. “No, I don't. You don’t have a name badge like me.” You take another step forward, being pulled in like a magnet again, onlookers be damned. “I’m sorry. I don’t know who you or your friends are. Will you forgive me?” looking up, controlling the urge to pout at him.

He scrunches his nose. “It’s ok. Kind of makes me feel normal.”

Funny, he seems normal to you. Your faces are too close to call this any kind of “schmoozing” or “sucking up” but you can’t drag yourself away.

“Your name?” scanning him from head to toe.

He crooks his mouth and inhales sharply. “I don’t know, I kind of like it this way.” He leans in closer, voice getting lower. “Is there somewhere we can go?” tongue running over his cotton-candy lips. “I promise to introduce myself.” He's painstakingly bold now and not a second too soon because you’re practically putting on a show, center stage. “Or is that a liability too?” he teases.

“I guess that depends on how rough you plan on being,” you taunt back and he exhales a breathy moan. “Follow me.” He takes your hand and you lead him to the office buildings in the stadium, empty on a Saturday.

“Is this part of your job too? Seducing singers?” he asks, as you approach the glass doors. You stop in your tracks before inserting a key into the lock of the building.

“I am NOT seducing you.” Reflecting on the last few minutes, you hardly believe it yourself.

He raises an eyebrow at you. “And no,” you continue. “I’ve never done this before.” You insert a key in the lock and turn your wrist.

“So, why me?” a hand still clasped with yours.

“Still figuring that out,” you reply, opening the door. “I’d hate for you to feel like I'm taking advantage of you, do you want to stop?”

He pulls the door open. “No.” gesturing for you to walk inside. You hardly make it in before he pins you to the wall right away, hooking his index fingers in your belt loops.

You look at him closely. “How old are you?”

“You first,” he says with a sly smile.

“Old enough.” You give him a playful shove.

Looking at him long again, “20.” you guess, sounding confident.

He grips around your waist. “How do you know that?”

You look up at him, thoughtfully. His lips are millimeters from yours. “Just a feeling,” you whisper. His lips finally press against yours, soft pecks at first. You breathe each other in and your mouth opens to him when he lifts a hand to the back of your neck.

He slots his legs between yours, heatedly pushing you harder against the wall. His lips move to your neck and both pairs of greedy hands squeeze and tug at each other's bodies.

Unfazed by still being visible through glass doors, you slip your hands under the belt of his pants to give his ass a squeeze and push his groin more roughly against you.

It gets more desperate, both of you panting and sweating through your clothes, still against the wall. He lifts up your shirt to grope at your breasts when you hear the speakers.

“Jungguuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuk, let’s goooooooo! We need to get ready!”

You peek out of the glass to see two other members shouting for Jungkook into hot microphones. He lets out a heavy sigh and kisses you hard again.

“Jungkook ,” you whisper. Like a prayer falling from your lips, naming the pull of his gravity.

He looks at his watch which prompts you to look at yours. 5 o’clock.

“I have to go. Can I see you later? Are you busy?” still panting and pressed against you.

“Aren’t you?” running fingers through strands of his chocolate hair.

“Later, later. After the concert, 10 or 11. “You’re staying for the concert?”

“Yeah,” you lie.

His name still blares over stadium speakers. He groans and pushes his forehead to yours. It’s a relief that he feels stuck to you too.

You begin to offer, “I have a hotel nearby, you can…”

He laughs. “Sorry, I can’t really do that. Can I have your number? I’ll have my lawyer find you tonight.”

“What?” you ask, confused.

“You know… liability and legal stuff.” A hundred voices tell you to end this right now. And one voice has you unhooking a pen hanging from your name badge and listing digits on his hand.

He plants one more kiss on you and just like that, he’s gone. You let your back slide down the wall until you’re sitting on the floor, taking a moment before you head back to the hotel to change clothes, put on your staff badge to blatantly take advantage of your job and enter a concert you don’t have tickets for.

You re-enter the stadium without suspicion and blend into the standing room. Any sense of nervousness disappears. You lose yourself in the magic of the show and his talent on stage, now done up and dressed in almost a costume. Still beautiful.

At intermission, a stranger in a suit calls you by name and introduces himself as the lawyer. You walk into an empty office as the stadium still buzzes. He talks and talks and talks. Then, he takes out a stack of paperwork, a non-disclosure contract.

You sign in about a hundred places. You know better, you should be taking time to read and sign carefully but your mind is fogged with the idea of getting your hands back on him, whoever he is.

“Ok. You’re all set,” the lawyer says, after a final signature.

“What happens next?” wondering when you reap the benefits of signing your life away.

“He’ll be in touch, I guess.” The lawyer shrugs and you walk him to the arena exit.

The concert ends and you head to an office to wait, unsure if you should leave the stadium.

Finally, a message from an unknown phone number with an address and hotel room appears on your phone screen. A knot forms in the pit of your stomach. You feel compelled to tell someone where you’ll be going only to remember that you signed an NDA that forbids just that.

You try to reply to the number and an error message immediately returns. “Sender not available”.

What the fuck. You stop and take a deep breath. This could be dangerous and now it’s going beyond “sexy” danger. You try unsuccessfully to convince yourself to stop thinking with your genitals and about the sexy stranger you needed to finish that kiss with.

It doesn’t feel real. You open an internet tab and search his name.

What a mistake. All the blood in your body floods to your core, knowing this man was potentially waiting in a bed for you makes your mind even hazier. Before you can catch up to your thoughts, you rush to your car to drive the short distance to the hotel.

Silent security guards escort you through the lobby and up the elevator. When the doors reopen, Jungkook has his back propped against a wall, expecting you. His hands are in the pockets of sweatpants. He doesn’t look like he did on stage anymore. Not like the pictures. His freshly showered and bare-faced appearance disarms your anxious mind.

“I’ve narrowed down who you are,” you start. “You’re either a big deal or an axe murderer.”

He laughs. “What if I told you neither is true?” He pulls you close by your waist and places a quick kiss on your lips. It’s too casual, like some muscle memory you never knew you had.

“The paperwork? The spoofed phone number?” you gently scold, as he leads you to a door in the hallway.

“You still came,” he says, opening the room door.

“Yeah, what does that say about me?” walking in ahead of him and taking a moment in self-deprecation.

“That you want to finish that kiss as much as I do,” door closing behind him.

You smile to yourself as you face away, heart fluttering at the notion that his idea mirrored yours. You turn to approach him.

“It was a little more than a kiss,” you flirt, placing your arms around his neck.

“Yeah…” his hands wrap around your waist again and his lips hungrily find yours. He bites gently on your bottom lip, eliciting a whimper from you.

“Sorry if that’s a little rough,” he teases, taking his mouth to yours again letting his hands roam. He adds: “I promise i’m not ‘axe-murderer’ rough,” he chides, and you both giggle between kisses. You sink into the familiar and comfortable space, regardless of being actual strangers . You lift off his shirt, eager for what you felt earlier, running hands gratuitously over his chiseled chest and abs.

“Do you want a drink or…” he’s graciously offering between kisses.

“No,” breaking your lips just long enough to reply, knowing he’s got exactly what you need right now.

Clothes are tossed in the air and landing on the floor before he lays you on the bed and the heated pace slows. He mounts on top of you and places slow kisses down your neck and chest while lowering the straps of your bra and kneading your breasts beneath the fabric. He takes nipples into his mouth, warm tongue circling, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. Your encouraging hands, tangled in his hair.

He moves to your mouth again, offering his tongue, slow but deep. He pulls your panties around your ankles and allows the palm of his hand to slide against your thigh before he can reach his thumb to stroke between your folds, causing you to shudder. He sucks at the tip of his thumb and moves his hips to push his still clothed cock against your center. You wrap your legs around him, urging him closer, needy for his friction.

“Be back,” he says, leaving a peck on your cheek. He walks to a bag on a nearby table, rustles through and retrieves a condom. You sit up on the edge of the bed as he struts back to you. He presents the foil square between 2 fingers. You peel it open, looking up at him. The back of one of his hands strokes your cheek while his other lowers the waistband of his boxer briefs, revealing himself. You instinctively grip his shaft to plam slow strokes along his length and take pleasure in watching his eyes roll back.

You release your hand to pull the condom from it’s open wrapper, place it on the tip and use 2 hands to roll it down to the base before discarding the wrapper on the nightstand and pulling his underwear to the floor.

Leaning down to kiss you, he asks, “What do you want?”

You search for the words but opt to stand and silently guide him to sit back on the bed. He’s satisfied to follow your action as you straddle his lap and use your hand to brace his hard cock on your swollen center, rubbing up and down, slicking the rubber further. You guide yourself onto him, digging your nails into his shoulders slightly when you feel how he spreads you open, stretching and adjusting.

He groans when you reach the base, pushing down on your hips and shifting beneath you, getting deeper and widening your stretch. You whimper and squirm as you adjust.

“Too rough?” he teases.

“Not at all, '' you say, lifting your hips again and meeting the base faster. He pushes you down again, lifting his lap up.

“Good,” he breathes out, shakily.

You create a rhythm with your legs lewdly spread and circle your lower body, his shaft grinding against your sensitive walls, encouraged by his quickening breath.

His eyes are glued to your hips, watching them move. He slams you down a little harder, testing you. You both grunt when he meets the hilt.

You encourage his hand on your center, placing his hand on yours and setting the speed for him. He takes the cue and continues on his own, watching your face. You drop your head to his neck. He lifts you by your chin. “Let me see you.” The sensation is too much, and you're embarrassingly close. He quickens his pace below you, your own hips hardly moving anymore. You look down, entranced by his fingers. He uses his free hand to tug back on your hair.

“I said let me see,” you pulse around him at the words, a delighted smile on his face as he watches.

Still inside, he flips you on your back and buries himself balls deep inside you with an audible slap, bed rocking at the motion.

“Too much?” he sounds sincere.

“More,” you reply, challenging him anyway. He thrusts hard into you again with a sinister grin and keeps his pace, watching diligently as you take all of him. You whine at his deep strokes and he pins your wrists above your head, rendering you helpless as the pressure coils again at your center.

His grunts get lighter, whinier as he grips your wrists tighter.

“Fuck, Jungkook,” you curse, and grope at his tensing ass cheeks when he comes. His thrusts become slow and shallow before sliding out of you. He takes a moment to lay his head on your chest before pulling and tying the condom off, tossing it.

He collapses beside you so you’re shoulder to shoulder and you fall into conversation, for too long and too late but you both delight in it, taking in more of each other.

“When can I see you again?” he asks as you prepare to leave, sunrise peeking through the curtains.

You’re a little surprised. The circumstances had you assuming this as a one-night thing.

“What do you mean?” you ask, unsure.

He gives you a suspicious side-eye. “Can I see you again?”

You attempt to shake down the guard you have up and smile at him.

“When?” you question, as his gravity pulls you back to the bed where he lies.

You lie side by side and compare schedules. It would be the first of hundreds of times you do this, comparing calendars and forcing your lives together.

You’re not sure when you stop forcing it but it’s happened. Now, 3 years later, you’re frozen at a fork in the road, torn to make a decision, knowing you can’t continue to drag him through your hesitation. You pick up your bag and head to the front door.

This first memory and a million others flood your thoughts.

When you saw him for the second time, weeks later, your hands wouldn’t stop shaking. You remember his flattered, cheeky smile.

The time you both got food poisoning and shared the bathroom floor for 3 days.

Surprising him backstage one night and sucking him off before a performance. His face was priceless.

The time he was so exhausted from touring he just slept for the 15 hours you were together. And you contentedly watched until you had to part again.

Taking a spontaneous flight just to get tattoos.

When you told him you loved him on the plane. “I love you.” The words slip out effortlessly, you don’t even remember what you were talking about. He’s pleasantly surprised and almost proud that you say it first. He reciprocates your words and seals it with a kiss on your forehead. “I love you too.”

Playing domestic during quarantine and settling into a chosen family when the world comes to a screeching halt.

The look on his face when he fucked you in the mirror last night.

His disappointed face before he got in the shower today.

You don’t notice Seokjin until he speaks, passing by you on his way to the kitchen.

“Leaving, noona?”

You don’t respond, still facing the closed door.

“Do you need help with your bag?” he’s walking up to you now.

“Noona,” he places a hand on your shoulder. “Are you going?”

Part 3/4 HERE

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depressedacadamia · 4 years ago

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Whataburger

Summary: Leo and Will sometimes feel somesick which leads them into a whole load of trouble...

A/N: Okay so first off what is 'whataburger'? Apparently its a just a burger place in Texas?? I didnt do too much research since I kinda rushed this fic (since I may or may not have 4 other ones that I need to write...). Either way, its day 3 of Will's bday week so thank you to @solangeloweek and there are 2 days left but I may turn it into a 7 day week birthday because why not? I hope you enjoy and please comment! <3 from Persephone

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“Dya have it?” Will whispered as he grabbed Leo by the elbow and dragged him to a secluded corner, away from the presence of everyone else. These interactions had been happening quite recently and were always private.

“Yes, yes I have it. Are you sure no one saw?” Leo murmured back. Will nodded and the two quickly scuttered away towards the abandoned side of the lake, closest to the forest.

Nico had an unsettling feeling.

He had had this feeling for what seemed like ages but in reality, it had only started up until very recently when he noticed Will was finding more and more reasons to ditch his friends. Will had never ditched one of their dates -unless there was an emergency at the infirmary that required the Head healer- but Nico had noticed his greater withdrawal when around large groups of people.

And at first, not much was thought about it. But as Nico began to dwell more and more, he noticed that every time Will withdrew, so did Leo and he was almost positive that he had seen them sneaking about once or twice around the camp together.

But Will wouldn't be up to anything like that, would he? Afterall, Will was a loyal boyfriend- right?

“Oh my god,” Will practically moaned as he took another bite in his burger.

“Calm down, it’s food, not sex,” Leo pointed out, munching on his fries.

“You're right for once but this time you got my order right and they’re still warm!” Will said in delight.

Leo nodded. “You’re welcome.”

The two boys ate in silence, gobbling down their burgers which gave them the greatest sense of nostalgia. For those who really don’t understand what’s going on, it was often that these two- the demigods in question being Leo and Will- would feel a sort of longing for their home: Texas.

They were both from there and they had to get up and move their lives suddenly- so suddenly that they had barely had any time to depart from their home. Despite it being inappropriately warm there, they did miss the home they grew up in.

And so one time when they both felt a very deep sense of longing, they banded together and boarded Festus- flying to Texas and back. Indeed, it was an overly ridiculous thing to do and they realised at once that it wouldn’t be as simple to do this every time they felt homesick.

So instead they decided on this. Whenever they felt homesick, Leo would fly to Texas and order them burgers from Whataburger. He then would fly back as fast as possible and they would both take immense delight in enjoying the nostalgic meal together.

Of course- Will couldn’t tell Nico what was going on. It would ultimaetely seem stupid and there was a possibility that Nico could get jealous- especially since they weren’t out about their relantionship yet.

So they agreed that no one could ever find out about their agreement.

“I got extras by the way- if you want them,” Leo passed Will the bag with extra food and Will happily picked out the fries.

“Do you want my pickles?” Will asked as he opened the burger and removed them. Leo, who could never say no to pickles, nodded and happily accepted them. This sort of routine and intimacy between the two became normal for them.

“I still don’t get how you can dip your fries in ketchup. Barbecue is the best sauce there is!” Leo cried as he stole a couple of Will’s fries, dipping them in barbeque sauce before eating them.

“Nu-uh, ketchup is way better than barbecue. It’s just so much more…” Will waited for the word to hit him as he took another bite. “Original.”

“Woah…” A surprised voice came out from behind them. Both of the boys shot towards the surprised voice, their faces frozen with panic. A younger camper- luckily- had stumbled upon them.

“Oh, thank the gods,” Will breathed outwards, in a calmer manner than before.

The kid quickly turned on their foot and ran back towards the camp. Leo and Will- not being disrupted anymore- continued their meal. Little to their knowledge, the kid would do much more damage than one could ever imagine a child could do.

Will and Leo walked back to the main part of camp, unaware of what would meet them. They had taken their time with their picnic and by the time they had returned, people were gathering by the bonfire.

“Ooooooooooooh, look who’s here guys!”

“Why didn't you say you guys were dating!” A voice called out.

“Although honestly, I really thought it was you and Nico.” Another voice mentioned.

And as Leo and Will were surrounded by misinformed campers, Will could have sworn he saw Nico mortified. Their eyes caught and as quickly as he had appeared in Will’s life, Nico slipped into the shadows.

#will solace #Nico Di Angelo #Leo Valdez #solangelo #solangelo angst #will solace fanfic #will solace fluff #will solace angst #will solace bday week #Leo Valdez fanfic #Leo Valdez fluff #Nico Di Angelo angst #nico Di Angelo fanfic

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ginkgomoon · 4 years ago

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Gavin’s Mini House In Detail 🏡

During the Mini House special events, I obtained all the furnishing items and had already unlocked all the furniture in the home so I thought for Gavin’s Birthday Week, I would share all of the little secrets it contains!

Gavin has four sections of the house including-

Living Room

Loft

Courtyard

Basement

This post also includes MC’s commentary and quotes from special happenings associated with Gavin. Special furnishes will have the coziness points indicated next to its name.

Please enjoy!

Living Room

Soft Stool

The white soft stool next to the tea table.

This stool is a must when Gavin watches soccer games.

The leather surface is very soft, and its height is just right for watching TV on.

Want to know the trend of the soccer lottery recently? How about asking about it?

It seemed to have won all the recent games, and is both happy and lonely.

If his favourite team loses, Gavin will sit here alone. (#sad)

White Sofa

With so many pillows, you don’t have to worry about having no support behind you.

Is the white sofa difficult to clean?

The bolsters are very comfortable.

Curled up on the sofa with soft ginkgo aroma.

“Gavin, do you remember what you told me?”

“I just want to be with you, just like this...”

“You still remembered!”

“I won’t forget what I’ve told you.”

“Then... Do you have anything you want to tell me this time?”

Gavin kissed MC’s forehead gently.

- This special happening (Starry Sky) refers to the Furniture City Date!

White Table

“Gavin’s Pad is placed here too.”

(It has a photo of MC and she says she will change it into the both of them next time.)

“I can add a snack box, but Gavin doesn’t really eat snacks.”

Hallway Cabinet

“Gavin waters the plants regularly.”

“These are often loose change on the cabinet which we can take before going out.”

“The silver ornament is a souvenir I bought when we went to Disneyland.”

The “Wavy Thing”

“I noticed a little “go for it” written on the most recently scrawled page of the notebook.”

“I found a magazine that puts people to sleep in a second, which was necessary for insomniacs.”

Zoombot

The black Zoombot.

Today I’m again busy all over the place saving Zoombot.

It’s a bit stupid and often gets stuck after hitting the furniture.

Makes a buzzing sound when working.

You threaten it: If you hang again, I’ll replace you!

Music Stand

The music stand bought by Gavin.

On it are sheets of music scores printed by Gavin.

It will sometimes think that the small black table next to it is a bit short.

Sometimes Gavin uses in in the hanging chair to record melodies.

Gavin will print the music scores and put them on it to practice.

Flowers on the Wall

Each flower is carefully selected by Gavin.

The front wall stores a variety of flowers.

The flowers on the entire flower wall are all preserved fresh flowers.

Black Table and Seat

Looking at it closely, it is the song that Gavin played last time. (Music score sheet on table.)

It is also very comfortable with the little black seat cushion next to it.

The soft black cushion stuffed with cotton.

My exclusive seat for Gavin’s recital.

I bought it with Gavin when we were shopping at the furniture market.

Hanging Chair/Rose Hanging Chair (Coziness 88)

A great napping spot.

Here in the Leisure Time special happening, MC and Gavin talk about the swing they had in high school. MC is surprised that Gavin knew about the view of the sunset when being on it. He says he “passed by” sometimes. MC notes how the ginkgo leaves danced in the wind. He says, “they were gifts from another person”.

Heart-Shaped Chair (Coziness 28)

A cute small stool and a convenient storage box.

Gavin’s expression was a bit subtle while he sat on it first.

Alternating blue and pink hearts, as it’s a Valentine’s Day limited edition.

Surfboard Cabinet (Coziness 42)

It’s a new surfboard. Bring it next time we travel.

There are also other surfboards. Guess where they are?

It says fly on the surfboard, like I can leap through waves with it.

(THEIR CUTE SHOES ARE NEXT TO IT AHHH)

Blue Lamp

A lamp that always blows bubbles from the bottom to top.

It’s beautiful and dreamlike when switched on at night.

Black Table on the Left

“This looks like the score that Gavin played on the beach last time. I suddenly feel a bit nostalgic.” - This refers to the Slightly Drunken Date!

“I found a picture of an asleep Gavin. He was sleeping soundly.”

Claw Machine and Carpet

A dream-like claw machine. Gavin will add new dolls in it.

The inserted game coins can be taken out from the back of the machine and then reused.

A small black carpet in front of the claw machine.

I bought it together with the large carpet.

Red Bunny, White Bunny, Pink Bunny, Red Bunny, Grey Bunny.

Motorcycles

The blue motorcycle sometimes want to compete with the opposite motorcycle.

The colour of the motorcycle displayed is sky blue.

Maybe its name will be “Azure”? (because Gavin uses colours to individually name items.)

Spring Landscape Display

The landscape has been embedded into the window, like beautiful paintings.

Maybe there is a new world inside.

I can't help stopping to enjoy the view each time I pass.

Is designed for a wider view, improving your mood even when you're tired.

Winter Landscape Display (Coziness 61)

A corresponding landscape should be changed into winter.

Such heavy snow! Frozen river! Unfortunately, they are all fake.

You can enjoy the red maple leaves and snow even at home, isn’t it wonderful?

Loft

Painting

This is a word map that covers the entire wall.

Looking at it, Gavin and I have already been to so many places.

If you want to travel, you can find the destination on it in advance.

I'm willing to create memories with him in many more places.

Chandelier

The current iron style design is really cool.

Shines warm yellow when turned on, warming our hearts.

Display Cabinet

It should have been a wine cabinet, but Gavin doesn’t drink, so it became a display cabinet.

The ‘little things’ between me and Gavin are displayed inside.

It looks empty now, but it will slowly be filled up in the future.

Black Tea Table

A black low table in front of the sofa.

I occasionally work here.

The star and moon deco piece is very beautiful, I picked it with Gavin.

You can put fruits and snacks on it while reading.

The wood texture had a matted quality with the black coat of paint.

Art

Looks cold but is artistic.

Seems useless, but also seems cool.

Greenery

A corner with blooming flowers all seasons, is warm and restful to the eye.

Outside the window is a huge ginkgo tree, and the fallen leaves are like brocade.

I feel like it’s always spring with all these flowers around.

It compliments the scenery outside the window. (They have a ginkgo tree right outside their home!)

Cabinet

Photo framed have karmas from the Starry Date and the Romantic Date!

Decorative Cabinet/Snowman Closet (Coziness 49)

The two little snowmen stared at each other throughout the winter. (Cute little reference to the CN Recovery ASMR.)

It looks like a window at first glance, but it’s actually a cabinet if you look carefully.

And you could open it. Didn’t see that coming right?

Starry Sky Wall (Coziness 52)

Today’s wish… I hope that Gavin…

I will accompany you to see the meteor rain which falls on this Earth.

Every moment a wish is realised, there will be a meteor streaking across the sky.

Dandelion Lamp (Coziness 43)

The lamp looks exactly like the grapefruit during Mid-Autumn Festival.

Like a burning sparkler, shining brightly.

Six light sources, not too dazzling nor too dark.

Festive Decoration Table (Coziness 57)

Although there are two cups of drinks, we can still drink from the same cup.

The sofa in the corner always makes people feel safe.

Although we are only two people, I still chose two long couches.

The letter under the ginkgo biloba leaf, writes a love poem.

All the shopping bags represent his most flawless love.

The wide view allows you to see the scenery in the yard.

The soft white mat was added afterwards.

But it’s always hot under the sunlight, so the curtain is often pulled down.

Basement

Security Camera

You are in a monitored area, please mind your actions.

Bulletproof Glass

It’s not a normal screen, it’s bulletproof.

It's not often that one gets to see such a cool and HARD-CORE transparent screen.

Anyways, curious what’s in this wall.

Sci-fi glass wall in the movies.

The engraved badge is Gavin’s silent pride.

1-2-3... still shorter than it!

Gingko Tree

Seasons slip by soundlessly.

No matter how small their wishes are, they will become seeds and eventually bloom in gold.

All life’s little joys turned into gold.

It guards the serene life here quietly over in the corner.

(Gavin makes ginkgo bookmarks with them for MC. CRIES.)

Corner Resting Area

These action figures are actually pretty fun!

The puzzle is all grown up. It should be able to piece itself back together. (LOL)

(Puzzle) Maybe finish it while Gavin’s gone?

(Table) It sometimes thinks the table is a bit short.

(Chair) It looks hard but it’s actually comfortable to sit on.

Very spacious, but looks a bit empty.

Some decorations should be displayed here.

Sitting on a blanket is also very comfortable. You can also lean on the small pillow.

(Carpet) This is a carpet. You can’t tell, right?

The advanced smart carpet that is warm in winter and cool in summer is awesome.

(The book on the table is called ‘Kritik Der Urteilskraft’- The Critique of Judgement by famous German philosopher Immanuel Kant. It follows after the Critique of Pure Reason and the Critique of Practical Reason- the First and Second Critiques, respectively. The Critique of Judgment constitutes a discussion of the place of Judgment itself, which must overlap both the “understanding” and “reason”.)

“You need to take better care of your health.”

“Who was the one working overnight over the proposal the other day?”

“Alright, we’re birds of a feather, so... so both of us should look after ourselves for each other!”

“Rest assured, I will. After all, it’s different now. I have you by my side.” -Harmonous Compa Special Happening

Gavin’s Workspace

Accompany Gavin though every sleepless night.

This seems… No, I’m seeing things.

All folders are neatly organised and arranged.

A spacious table, with files and reports spread all over when busy.

I no need to worry about waking up from naps due to cold late at night.

I was reminded of some criminal investigation shows I have watched. Come on, Officer Gavin!

If this complicated case is made into a movie, it will be an exhilarating one.

(Computer) A customised large-screen UHD model customised for work purpose.

(Computer) Work exclusive computer, only connected to intranet.

(Computer) The three auxiliary monitors can help keep the data safe.

(Chair) If you want to protect your waist, you should first have a comfortable cushion.

(Chair) if you work long hours, be sure to work in a comfortable chair.

(Board Area) What does it say? Ermm… Cats have nine lives?

“Found a girl crookedly drawn next to a work record when he reached a bottleneck.”

Airplane

This airplane model was assembled by Gavin himself.

The computer says- Agent B-7

Team Operator S.T.R.I.K.E

Location Tracker

S.P.Y Camera

U4V Commando

Gunship Operation

Motorcycle Repair Area

Every vehicle is so cool in its own way!

Hello, you are... Little… Erm… Let me think…

With the strength to lift mountains and the spirit to take on the world! Ha!

The robot arm is actually a simple robot.

For your safety, please don’t linger below it

(Motorcycle) I would like to greet my seniors.

Electronic Control Pad

Responsible for controlling the rising, descending and switches of the entire area.

On Spring Festival, it will say: Happy New Year, Sir!”

Sooner or later, fully automated smart management will be achieved.

Radio Office

It’s an important communication device, and the only disadvantage is that it’s a bit heavy.

It’s actually a satellite phone, and it can receive signals everywhere.

Looks like the palm phone in the 90s. Oh no, I’ve exposed myself.

It looks like an electrocardiogram.

Don’t know how to use this weird device.

A thick laptop that it’s properly shut when not in use.

A cool eagle logo is printed on it.

Gavin used it only for special tasks and it will not be brought out.

LMAO MC DOESN’T HAVE ACCESS-

Courtyard

Corner Seating Area

A courtyard in sunny or snowy days are interested in their own ways.

Sometimes the unfrequented bolsters will envy the knee pillow.

It's’ wonderful when two people are sitting here reading, even if they don’t talk.

Standing barefoot on the soft lawn is very comfortable.

There's nothing nicer than basking ourselves when its sunny.

Binoculars

The white binoculars which you can see things several miles away.

You can use it to watch the stars when it’s not too cloudy.

But star-watching is clearer mid-air.

Seems to be the same binoculars as those in the scenic area.

The binoculars in the scenic area require coins, but this one doesn't.

Outdoor Lounge Chairs

The new furniture I asked Gavin to buy.

Can enjoy the sunlight spa comfortably when relaxing.

Closing my eyes, I feel like I’m lying on a beach.

The soft breeze and warm sunshine. This is life.

Lying on it and looking at the blue sky and white clouds, your mind goes blank easily.

The blue and white clouds-

Leisure Table/Romantic Table (Coziness 52)

Lace tablecloth… I can’t imagine that it was chosen by Gavin.

The elaborately prepared dinner and roses, just for today.

A large sunshade on the balcony. (Black large umbrella.)

Bird Nest (Coziness 37)

Once it was a pair of binoculars, now it’s a bird’s nest.

I bought it just because it was cute, but I’ll consider having pets in the future.

Birds flying by can also have a free meal here.

#mlqc #Gavin's birthday #mlqc mini house #love and producer #mr love queen's choice #mlqc gavin #Gavin week #happy birthday Gavin

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wannabe-fic-writer · 5 years ago

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Natasha Romanoff x Reader : Prove Me Wrong

Summary: She can trust you, even if she doesn’t know it yet.

Warning: 18+ Mental Health, Mentions of Death, Mentions of Violence, Smut

Chapter 2

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Coffee. You use to drink it every morning but that became a bad combination with the wave of emotions you took on. In which you switched to tea. It doesn’t have the exact same effect as the coffee did but it worked perfectly in it’s own way.

Pouring the hot water on the teabag causes a swirl of transparent brown to fill the mug. The steam that rises warms your hand and you release a sigh.

Being distracted means you get startled when dishes start clattering behind you. You jump, spinning around to see who came into the kitchen without you noticing. Only to instantly relax when you see Steve and Rhodey.

“Hey guys.” You smile and wave.

Both men give you a smile and say good morning.

A small conversation breaks out about some threat over in San Diego. Not knowing anything about it, and it being none of your business, you just fix your tea and a bagel while they chat. And when they’re done Steve is more than willing to get his session started.

Your last session with the man ended with him heartbreakingly sad. The topic of Peggy arising and being addressed.

He’d admitted to you that he considered going back. After Thanos, when he had the stones, he considered staying in the past to be with her.

When you asked why he didn’t, he told you a number of things. Two important ones making the decision for him. One, when he found her, she was on a date with a man who would later become her husband. And two, despite his regrets over the past, he had things waiting for him in the future/present.

He had built friendships with Tony, Natasha, and Sam. And he had Bucky, his best friend since the beginning of time, or at least Steve’s time.

During this session you ask him how it felt to move on, not just from his second chance with Peggy but even before that, when he woke up from being frozen.

He’d started to tell you how hard it was and how he still doesn’t think he has. But he’s interrupted when his phone rings.

Much to your dismays, he has a mission he’s been called on and has to leave.

Before he walks out you stop him,“ you want some happy?” You seriously ask with a joking smile.

That’s how you’d described your powers to him, after he didn’t get the broader description the second time. You told him that you could take away his hurt and pain and give him happy.

Steve shakes his head,“ I’m good actually. Thanks though.”

Usually, with the busy schedules and occupied minds of the team, you have to go in search for your next patient. With Bucky you don’t. In fact you find him waiting just down the hall when you step outside your office.

Even though he wasn’t eager to be sharing his memories and feelings with you, he always made it a point to show up. You appreciated it.

You wave him over and he’s quick to walk down the hall. Bucky steps in behind you and sits on the couch as you shut the door. Despite the comfortability of the furniture he sits up straight, hands rubbing his knees.

When he glances up at you, you smile comfortingly. You sit in your chair, crossing your ankles as you hold on to your fresh cup of tea.

Like always, the super soldier remains nervously silent. It was a few sessions ago that you came to understand why. He isn’t nervous because of you, it’s the idea that he should know what he’s feeling and felt.

The man hasn’t processed an emotion properly in decades only to just recently be introduced to the concept of explaining his emotions. Plus the added anxiety of letting it all in.

Knowing he won’t be the first to speak you ask him,“ you want anything to eat or drink?”

He’s quick to shake his head. Then looks directly in your eyes, for the first time today,“ do you, um, have any cracker jacks?”

“I do actually, they’re in the cabinet to the left of the mini fridge.”

After he’s gotten two boxes, he turns away, before grabbing a bottle of water and then going to sit.

If it weren’t for Steve you wouldn’t have had any. The man said it reminded him of the “good old days,” getting cracker jacks when he went to see baseball games. Steve usually eats his with a Coke.

“Me and Steve use to buy a bunch of these and sneak them into baseball games. They were always cheaper at stores than the stadium.”

A fond, nostalgic, smirk plays on his lips and you smile as well.

“Are you also a Dodgers fan? Steve spent our whole first session talking about them.”

When he chuckles you feel good about yourself and focus on his answer.

He nods,“ yeah, I like the Dodgers, but I think the Cubs are better. I used to like the Yankees simply out of loyalty to New York.”

“Do you not like the Yankees anymore?”

A sigh falls from his lips,“ no. They’re not the same. Then again, nothing else is either.” Before you can ask anything else he continues.“ I didn’t really know how to feel about missing decades of time. For a while I just pushed it aside, especially since I didn’t remember anything.”

His long pause makes you a little anxious. He’d started to open up without much from you and you didn’t want that to stop, you couldn’t help if he chose not to continue.

You ask,“ what changed?”

“Steve.” It’s a quick answer. Obviously he’s given this particular topic some thought.“ After my memories started to come back I realized I wasn’t alone in being so out of place. Steve missed just as much time as me and after I got better, after Thanos, it was nice to have someone to remember with.”

Throughout the session you let him do most of the talking. Every so often he starts to shut down so you prompt him with an easy to answer question that seems to guide him into opening up even further.

By the time it ends, you’re incredibly happy with the progress. Seeing Bucky’s troubled and stressed expression drives you to asking him if he’d like you to take it away.

He was hesitant at first, you know it’s because of his experience with mind altering tricks. You assure him that it’s nothing like that. You don’t take his memories or thoughts away, essentially you pull everything he has to be happy about to the forefront.

Your powers aren’t permanent on anyone but it helps.

The man accepts and while he doesn’t leave with a bubbly smile on his face like Peter does, you can see that his eyes are lighter.

“Thanks for the chat Doc.” He smirks playfully when he mentions your title.“ And thanks for being patient with me.”

You shrug,“ thanks for letting me.”

After he’s left, you sit back down and finish off your tea.

According to you schedule, your next patient should be Natasha, but that hasn’t been a thing for months.

You can’t help but wonder if it was something you’d done that made her not want to even try. Thinking about it, you’d done nothing but be kind to the woman, offering your help at first but then just telling her you would only listen if that’s what she wanted. Each attempt at reaching out failed miserably with the woman’s emotionless denial.

One long glance at her name written in your notebook lit something in you and you knew you couldn’t just give up on her.

******

Natasha moves her body effortlessly.

She uses attack combinations and take down moves that at, one point she thought was too hard to execute, without even thinking.

Which is good. If she, even for a second, allowed too many of her thoughts to break through she’d never stop. She’d become distracted and give her opponent too big a shot to take her down.

If she focuses on anything but doing these moves perfectly she’d fail and she can’t have that.

Yet another groan from the person underneath her causes a smirk to form on her lips.

“Jesus Nat, we’re sparring you’re not trying to kill me.”

She lets his wrist go and rolls off his back before offering him a hand.“ I think your retirement is setting in Barton.” She teases.

Rolling his eyes, he rubs his wrist,“ what? I’m in the best shape of my life.” The man mockingly pulls a karate pose.

Natasha laughs, making Clint smile widely.

With him knowing her so well, it’s good to see the woman happy. Still he hears the heaviness in the laugh and knows that there may always be something holding her back from being genuinely, completely happy.

Part of him wonders if talking about everything would help her. He knows it helps him and he doesn’t miss the light air that’s seemed to encompass his other teammates lately.

Clint formed a greater appreciation for you over that fact. It was about time the team took a shot at healing themselves instead of ignoring their issues to fix the world’s.

He wasn’t pleased, and still isn’t, to see his best friend so opposed to the help. Natasha is strong but she’s still human and holding everything in the way she does isn’t healthy.

“Alright,” with yet another groan, he steps off the mats,“ I need to get home or I won’t have a good spot for movie night.”

He salutes to Natasha’s wave, figuring the woman is going to be in the gym for a while.

The door almost slams into him with the force that it’s thrown open. Stepping back, he just barely avoids getting hurt.

You stand on the other side, your determined expression slipping to one of shock when you realized you might’ve hit him.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t know you were right there, are you okay?” You rush out.

Chuckling, he nods,“ all good, didn’t even graze me. What’s got you in such a rush?”

As if remembering why you’re there, you go back to being determined.“ Is Miss Romanoff in here?”

“Uh, yeah, she’s over on the mats.”

Nodding with a smile, you march past him further into the gym.

Clint presses himself against the wall with every intent to listen in, whether Natasha knows he’s there or not.

The woman is already looking at you when you step into view, trained eyes watching your every move as you approach. An eyebrow quirking in question when you stop at the edge of the mats.

“You didn’t show to our session Miss Romanoff.”

She’d never heard someone’s tone be equally as warm as it is accusatory.

She makes no effort to reply.

Moving forward, you step on to the mat, her eyes flickering to your shoe covered feet, then back up to your eyes to see how close you are now. Far enough away to not be overstepping any boundaries but close enough for her to see the fire in your eyes.

Admittedly Natasha is fascinated with seeing the emotion in your eyes. Ever since you got here she’d seen nothing but your perky, optimistic, “everything is going to be alright” attitude. Like this, she feels as though she’s seeing a new, slightly intriguing side to you.

“I know exactly what game you’re playing Natasha,” the way you say her name nearly makes her shiver. She’s not intimidated, but she could be.“ I’m sure you sized me up and categorized me as a certain type of person the second I got here but I can tell you now you were wrong.”

Her head tilts in the slightest, amusement flickering through her eyes.

You continue,“ I am not going to accept you giving up on yourself.” That right there erases the amusement. Her expression hardens.“ I don’t know anything about you but the fact that you actively avoiding coming to see me is very telling.”

For the first time, since maybe your third day here, Natasha speaks to you. And you’d be lying if you said her voice isn’t as sexy as it is scary.

“Whatever you think you’ve figured out, you haven’t. And this power move that you’re trying to pull isn’t going to work.” Despite her control over her words you feel the emotions pouring from her statement.

The agitation radiates off her and sets your powers alight, almost enough to make you back off. Until you feel it. The smallest, microscopic, bit of fear. It’s buried behind her annoyance with you, and a mountain of other things, but you feel it.

“This isn’t a power move Miss Romanoff. This is me letting you know I’m not giving up on you. I don’t know what it’ll take to get you to come to your sessions but I’m going to try everything I can until it happens.” She’s glaring now but that fear hasn’t left.“ Tony gave me your very detailed file,” she stiffens,“ but I didn’t read it.” Que her surprise.

Her frown this time is a mix of curiosity and annoyance.

“When you come to see me I want you to be comfortable. I don’t want you to think I see you as whoever is on those papers. You will simply be Natasha Romanoff and I will accept whatever you’re willing to give.” You smile softly at the woman and step away.“ I’ll schedule you to come see me on Friday’s, that day is free for me so I will have more than enough time to chat. And you can try avoiding but I will come find you.”

Not leaving even an inch of room to argue, you turn and leave, giving Clint a little goodbye on the way.

It’s quiet for a moment. Natasha and Clint both processing what just happened. Clint gets it first and steps around the corner to look at his best friend.

“I didn’t want to push you into seeing her but after that,” he puffs out some air,“ I think it would be really good for you to go see her. She obviously cares, if that whole thing was to go based off of. She just wants to help, at least let her try.”

With one final smile, he leaves.

Standing on the mats, Natasha thinks.

You were right. She did categorize you as the type of person who would just accept that she wasn’t coming. And if what you just did was any evidence, she was wrong.

******

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eternallysarcastic · 4 years ago

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winter moon/ch.3

Okay this took a little bit longer than I thought it would cause I had to figure out a few stuff in the story and its pacing. Good news is I have the next 2 chapters almost ready so the wait between this one and the next shouldn’t be too long! Comments are always appreciated!

I also post this on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28999362/chapters/71169963

Chapter 3

“So, ojou-chan, where are we off to next?” Childe asked you. You were still around the fire, everyone was still too wound up to really sleep - and that meant Childe, seeing as he was the only human in a company of non-mortals that needed little to no sleep.

“We’re looking for leads as to where she might’ve gone. My stars- I followed her until Liyue and lost track of her. We need to find clues on whether she’s still in Liyue or if she left it.”

“And she’s a yaksha, she wouldn't dare mingle with the mortals of Liyue Harbour. Most likely she’s as far from them as possible. Not many mortals can withstand a yaksha’s energy.” Xiao continued for you. The teacup Zhongli had handed him remained untouched.

“I’ll take that as a compliment, shortie.” Childe mocked from his place beside you. You could almost immediately see Xiao lose his temper, weapon conjuring in his hand.

“Hey, hey, there’s no need for that. We should rest and continue on our way once the moon sets.” You tried to reason but Childe had already conjured his own dual water blades.

“Come, have some tea with me.” Zhongli patted the seat beside him. You sighed in exasperation as you sat beside him. He handed you a new, hot cup of tea that you gladly accepted as your eyes followed Childe and Xiao out of the cavern.

“This is going to be a long journey.” You said, listening in on the sounds of blades clashing.

“Are you sure Yin really is here?” The sudden change of topic startled you and you looked at Zhongli quizzically.

“What do you mean?” Why would he suddenly bring up your yaksha?

“My loss of gnosis is very recent. I don't believe I would’ve missed it if someone as powerful as a yaksha stepped onto my territory. Perhaps she is no longer here or she never was in the first place.” He stated as he calmly sipped his tea. “Or perhaps have you come here seeking something else?” He knew something wasn't right with you. He noticed it the moment he saw you, saw it in the way you talked and the moment you had first laid your eyes upon Xiao.

“I-...” He was as perceptive as always, that or because he’d known you since you were a newborn god, had trained you and watched you grow into the feared yet respected Celestial Goddess you once were. “There is something else, that’s true,” you replied.

You didn't know how to continue though. How do you explain the sudden desire you’d felt to come back to Liyue, the weird nostalgic feeling you had once you finally stepped in its borders, the constricting of your lungs when you’d first seen Xiao or the mysterious agony that had overwhelmed you when you’d seen the half-frozen tree.

Was Zhongli’s trust in you wavering? So soon? On another hand, perhaps he was right. He couldn't have missed the fact that a yaksha had stepped into his domain. He would’ve definitely felt it. Or was it something else? It seemed that since you’d arrived in Liyue there always was something else.

“Nonetheless, my priority is Yin. I’ve never been this close to finding her. I can’t give up now, Zhongli.” You said, turning to him with pleading eyes.

“You know I’d never refuse to help you, you don't need to look at me like that. No matter what you say, you are still the current God of the Moon and I would never disobey you.” He stated as a matter of fact, continuing to sip on his tea ever so calmly.

A silent rage swirled in your chest as you turned your whole body towards him. “I want you to help me because you’re you and I’m me, not because of your duties as an Archon to obey the Celestials. I want you to help me because Yin fought for you in the Archon war when she swore she’d never fight again just because of what you meant to me. Because I know how much she hates herself that she wasn't there when I-” You cut yourself off, you didn't want to finish the sentence.

Zhongli’s eyes closed in phantom pain as memories he didn't want to remember resurfaced. Images of your lifeless body, covered in blood flashed before his eyes. He knew that if Yin was with you instead of with him, perhaps what happened to you on the night of your descent from Celestia wouldn't have happened.

“I’m sorry, Zhongli.” You were just guilt-tripping him at this point with how you were phrasing things. You were never too good at expressing yourself with words.

“You need not apologise. You are indeed correct. My duties to you as an Archon may be over, but I am still your life long friend and I am willing to help you find Yin no matter what.” If you didn't know him like the back of your hand, you’d say he was emotionless when he said that. But you could hear the underlying determination coming from his words.

You smiled at yourself as you drank your tea, “Thank you, Zhongli. I promise you she is here in Liyue. I can feel it. Her constellation has never shone brighter.” Zhongli hummed as he poured himself another cup.

Something shook you awake from your slumber. You opened your eyes and was met with the golden ones of Xiao and the restless figure of Zhongli. You hadn’t even noticed you had fallen asleep the night before.

“Wake up. Childe is missing.” What?

“What? How? I thought someone was keeping watch?” You looked around - the fire had long been extinguished, the tea was cold and the moon still hadn’t set. By the looks of it, it was close to early morning.

Xiao ran a hand through his hair in annoyance. “I was keeping watch outside and Rex Lapis came over to discuss… something. By the time he went back in, the annoying harbinger was gone.”

“I see… Then we have no choice but to look for him.” You pulled yourself up. What was Childe up to? “Since you were both outside when he vanished… then there’s only one direction he could’ve gone.”

The deeper you walked into the cave the darker it got. You couldn't hear any sounds, even Zhongli couldn't feel any vibration in the stone floor. It was as if Childe had disappeared into thin air.

“How much deeper does this cave go? We’re losing light. We should've brought torches.” Xiao pondered.

Well, you could help with that couldn't you? You took off one of your gloves and concentrated on the pyro vision within you and brought it forth to your palm, lighting the cave around you. The small crescent moon sigil at the back of your hand glowed gently in response.

“You shouldn't do that.” Xiao said, grabbing onto your wrist, looking at the fire, or more likely into the slowly reddening flesh around the flame.

Your body had the ability to wield all seven elements but the downsides to that were the fact that it couldn't adapt to just one. Cryo was too cold, Pyro burned you and Electro electrocuted more often than not. But how did Xiao know that? Sure, it wasn't hidden knowledge that the Celestial Gods possessed all elements but it was a strictly kept secret that your bodies couldn't withstand them for long periods of time, so that no one could use that weakness against Celestia itself.

You looked at Zhongli in question, perhaps he was the one that told him. Out of all the seven Archons, only Zhongli knew of your predicament. But Zhongli wore the same confused expression you did. So how did Xiao know? You decided not to comment on it right now. You had a harbinger to find.

“Don't worry, I’m okay. This is nothing.” You smiled softly at Xiao. It felt nice to have the normally stone cold yaksha care for something as small as a slight burn on your hand. If you had a heart perhaps it’d skip a beat.

The deeper you went into the cave the more lost you got in your own thoughts about the previous peculiar events. Of Xiao’s knowledge and his familiarity with you. It felt so out of place.

“I feel something.” Zhongli spoke up, his deep voice echoed inside the cave.

“What is it?” You tried to listen in but you couldn't hear anything.

“I can’t tell which way it's coming from.” In front of you were two long, dark corridors.

“Do we split up?” The moment the words left your mouth, the ground shook beneath your feet. Xiao immediately held you steady by the arm while his free hand found purchase on the nearby wall. “I guess we don't need to split up after all.”

The rumbling of earth was coming from the right corridor. When the earthquake stopped, you walked forward following the loud noises. You could see an exit at the end of the constricting tunnel, dim light that wasn't there before, shining through it.

Out of nowhere, Xiao gently grabbed your wrist again. “You should extinguish that before we go any further.” Ah, yes, Childe wasn't supposed to know. You quickly extinguished the flame in your palm and was about to put on your glove when you noticed Xiao wasn’t letting go of your wrist.

“I know some herbs that help with burns. We should look for some later.” He said, looking intently at your reddened palm before finally letting go of your wrist and walking forward. Instead of the wound itself burning, it was the skin that he had touched along with your reddening cheeks.

Before you could dwell on the action even more there was another earthquake and this time you could hear the sounds of fighting and… a roar? What exactly was at the end of the tunnel? You hurried til the end of it just in time to watch Childe being thrown high into the air by what seemed to be a moving assortment of… boulders? It looked like big rocks being held together by pure elemental energy. It stood in the middle of a giant cave opening with light shining through a hole in the ceiling.

“I haven't seen one of these in a long time.” Zhongli seemed all to calm as he mused with a hand on his chin.

“Comrades! Took you long enough to join me!” Childe had noticed you from across the field and waved enthusiastically before he was thrown into the air once more.

“We should help!” You ran without even thinking, the instincts beaten into you kicking in. Xiao told Childe you had an electro vision, so you had to be mindful not to impulsively use any other element. That seemed easy enough. You could do it.

“Don't run into danger out of the blue!” Xiao growled from behind you as he ran after you and toward the stone creature.

“I wonder if they can take down a geovishap by themselves and her… being able to use only one of her elements, she’s not used to that.” Zhongli stood silently at the sidelines to observe you fight. He wondered if you still used the techniques he taught you.

“I am not going to believe you if you say you only heard of the commotion until now.” Childe landed beside you and wiped the blood at the side of his mouth.

“Where did you even go?” You asked him, paying half attention to the stone monster’s position. It seemed to have backed up a little, wary of the newcomers.

“My hands were itching for a fight after the disappointing one I had with this little adeptus,” Childe replied, panting.

He looked a little beaten up which surprised you a little. When you'd watched him fight Xiao last night, he looked like a very talented fighter.

“You were really this disappointed over losing? Don't fret it, not many can beat me.” Xiao said from beside you.

He looked just a little bit smug, which put an annoyed expression on Childe’s face.

“I didn't lose! I was just -”

“Can you stop fighting for just a moment? We need to find a way to stop this thing.” You interrupted him.

You didn't need them fighting each other and the giant boulder that looked as if it made up its mind that you were the enemy and was getting ready to charge at you.

“We can't attack it head first without thinking of some strategy. Not many elements work against geo creatu-” You stopped.

Childe was already charging at it, a water bow in his hand and trying to shoot the tiny shiny thing on its forehead. Something you guessed was a potential weak point. You sighed in annoyance and looked at Xiao, trying to silently communicate to him. He gave you a small nod. You both charged at the monster, following Childe. All the while you manifested a white sword in your hand, infusing it with as much electro as you could muster.

Childe’s water attacks didn't even phase the monster, you tried to stupify it with your electro charges but it wasn't’ working. Xiao was trying to immobilise its feet but it proved futile. It’s geo skin seemed harder than any other geo enemy’s. You knew if you and Childe weren't there to get in the way of his attacks he would’ve been done with the monster already.

You noticed that last night, too. How swift and fast his movements were, with every swing from his spear precise and thought out. The way he moved felt like art to you.

“Nothing seems to work against it.” You said after you put some distance between it.

“We just need to take out that silver sigil from its forehead.” Childe jumped next to you, having been flung yet again in the air. “I accidentally awoke it by placing that thing into some engraved stone. Never thought it’d awake a giant angry boulder monster like that,” he chuckled.

He was enjoying this, this fight and the fact that he couldn't beat the creature as easily. The masochist.

“I need to take a closer look. If the right strategy would be to try and take out the sigil then why do you have us trying to beat it into submission.” You looked pointedly at Childe and he only laughed at you in response.

“I’ll watch your back while you try to get close to its forehead. Be careful of its arms - they may look like they are not even going for you but when they hit the ground, it’ll send you flying.” Xiao spoke. He didn't have one scratch on him, his fast movements evaded every attack of the monster.

“As much as I’d like to continue this exciting fight, I guess we do need to head out soon. Be careful, ojou-chan.” Childe winked at you and then he was off.

The harbinger distracted the creature while Xiao leapt around you, watching its every movement, deflecting some of the strikes coming towards you. After jumping around, circling around the creature you managed to land on its back. The moment it felt you it tried to fling you off, shaking uncontrollably. Yelping, you tried to hold onto some of its stone scales and slowly climbed up to its head.

Its head was even more unsteady than the rest of its body, swinging it around wildly. You were just about to grab the sigil before you lost your footing and nearly slipped off save for one hand trying to desperately hold on. You struggled to pull yourself up as you were swung around. You barely managed to grab onto the sigil, eyes widening at the symbol on it before you were completely thrown off from the creature.

Your thoughts were still fogged with the surprise you felt to even try to land a clean landing. You closed your eyes and braced for impact, but it never came. Instead you felt warm arms catch you and swiftly jump from stone to stone. You opened your eyes to see Xiao, eyes concentrated on not getting hit by one of the many crumbling stones.

Looking back you watched the creature continuously hit the ground with its crumbling arms, creating one shock wave after another. This couldn't be good and Xiao knew that as well.

“Hold tight.” He muttered into your ear as he held you closer.

You weaved your arms around him and hid your head in his neck as you watched the creature wail pitifully as it crumbled away into nothing. However, the ground still continued to shake as it split in two as the ceiling caved in on itself. It was complete chaos from that moment on. You watched Childe stumble before he was steadied by a stone pillar made by Zhongli who you guessed was nearby, after that you lost sight of them both.

The last thing you heard was Xiao’s curse as more heavy stones fell and everything went black.

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