#dance yourself mindless (main cut)

[djerazerhypno]

DJ Erazer - Dance Yourself Mindless (Tease Mix)

Teaser of a brand new hit mix quickly finding its way into my standard sets. If you're a bunch of good boys, I'll upload it in full for Sunday Funday

[excalibursbane]

THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR

The Slimecicle smut >:)) Pairing: c!Slimecicle x Reader Type: Smut (16+ ONLY) Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it lol), semi-public sex, mentions of overstimulation

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Slimecicle x Reader Oneshot: Mall Trip With Charlie

Going to the mall with Charlie was always an adventure. The way his eyes sparkled every time you spoke or dragged him into a store or he saw something shiny. Everything was going smoothly—you both had bags of clothing and other items and were grinning like mad, heading out from the food court and back into the main mall—until you decided to slink a little closer, sliding an arm around his waist, your fingers dancing over his ribs. His reaction was not something you were expecting; he let out a small sensual moan, shivering at the unexpected touch. You turned to him, eyes wide.

"You okay, Charlie?" He flushed deep green, looking away in embarrassment.

"Yeah I- I'm fine, just scared me a little is all!" He tried to laugh it off, turning more green in the process. But the small moan had sparked something in you, sadistic thoughts that you couldn't push down. You shrugged to play along with him but kept your hand on his hip, slightly lower than the sensitive spot, just barely below. But as soon as you two walked into the arcade, your hand danced up below the hem of his shirt, drifting against his cool skin. He shuddered again and bit his lip hard enough to taste blood.

"Y-Y/N- Wh-what are you doing?" He turned to you, confused and trying to sort out the thoughts racing through his head and the heated knot growing in the pit of his stomach.

"Oh nothing, honey~ Just messing around is all." You took his hand in yours and brought it up to kiss the back of it, then gently started to pull him towards the back of the arcade where the storage rooms were.

"Where are we going? I thought we were gonna play Galaga-" Charlie stuttered but followed you like a puppy. You merely turned around and smirked, pushing the door to the storage room open and peeking inside. The coast was clear, thank god. Grabbing both of Charlie's hands, you pushed the door all the way open and pulled him in, pressing your body against his and letting your lips lock. He whimpered into the kiss, his hands drifting down to your waist, uncertain of where to go.

"Y-Y/N??" He moaned quietly as your fingers slipped under the hem of his shirt. "What are- mmh~" You looked up at him, cocking your head slightly in a silent question. "G-go ahead…" He whispered, nodding slightly. A sinister grin spread across your face as you carefully pulled Charlie's shirt off, exposing his slick chest to the warm air. You let out a soft huff, admiring his body.

Despite being a slime, he maintained a somewhat human appearance and had somehow figured out how muscles worked. And so he had added them. Your eyes took in his slight abs and defined pecs and… Whoo. Charlie swallowed and shifted under your gaze, tugging absently at the waistband of his shorts.

"Charlie I- Damn you look good." You stepped closer, pressing his upper back against the wall and leaning against him for another kiss, then moving down his neck and to his chest, listening to his pretty whimpers. One of your hands drifted down to his waistband, tugging it down his hip as he kissed back, biting your bottom lip ever so slightly.

"Can I take care of you, baby? I know this'll make you feel so good~" You whispered in his ear, making him shiver.

“Y-Yes please, this feels so good so far y/n...” You grinned and moved your hand carefully against the growing bulge in his shorts, palming him as he wrapped a hand around your arm, whimpering at the feeling and bucking his hips up slightly into your touch. "O-oh fuck-"

Suddenly, you brought both hands to Charlie's hips, undoing the buttons on his shorts with ease and pulling them down along with his boxers. Your eyes went wide at the sight as he tried to cover himself, but you gently grabbed his hand.

"Let me take care of you, okay? You'll love this, babe." He swallowed hard and nodded, bracing himself for… something. He didn't know what was coming but all the sensations that you'd given him so far had caused the pit in his stomach to turn white-hot. When your hand wrapped around his cock and started to move, slowly yet confidently, the heat in his stomach began to spread to his head, taking over his thoughts and replacing them with ones unfamiliar to him, filled with dark spaces, heated kisses, skin pressed to slimy skin… He wanted you, and badly. Without realizing it, Charlie started to thrust into your hand, keening at the feeling.

"Y/N th-this feels weird-" He started before an unexpected moan cut him off, causing him to clap a hand over his mouth. You smirked, he was right where you wanted him. Carefully, you pushed him into a nearby chair so he could give his legs a rest without falling over. You stepped back and winked at him once he caught your eye, starting to pull your shirt off.

His jaw dropped watching you undress in front of him, his racing thoughts focusing on your body now, your perfect form that he knew would be so close to him in a few moments. You grinned at him and pulled down your shorts, letting them drop to the floor with your shirt.

"You enjoying the show, Charlie~?" You asked, pulling at the waistband of your underwear. He nodded frantically, a hand moving down to his cock to stroke it subconsciously. With a triumphant smile, you pulled them down in one motion and stepped forward, sitting on his lap and straddling him. Charlie let out a strangled squeak as you started to roll your hips into him, gently moving his hand out of the way as you pressed against his member.

“Wh- what- I- Y-y/n-” A string of near-incomprehensible words made its way out of his mouth as you reached down to stroke his cock, his mouth lolling open and his eyes filled with confusion and bliss as you press his tip against your entrance, your other hand stroking his cheek gently. In a single fluid motion, you lowered yourself onto his cock and pressed a hand over his mouth to stifle the loud gasping moan that he let out, starting to ride him slowly as he shook beneath you. You bit your lip with a soft groan, rocking your hips as you look down into your boyfriend’s teary eyes, smiling softly as his hands shakily rest on your hips.

“You doing alright, babe~?” You kissed him on the forehead as he whined at a particularly hard roll of your hips. He nodded in response, babbling quietly for a moment before going almost silent, letting you use him and hold him as you rode his cock. Looking over his face, you could tell that the confusion had faded into mindlessness, his eyes glazed over with pleasure. With a smirk, you bent down to press your lips to his, the sudden contact causing his hips to buck up into you, leaving you moaning into the kiss. Charlie’s eyes widened and he experimentally pushed up into you again, shuddering at the stimulation as the heat in his stomach grew and expanded and burned through his core.

As Charlie’s cock pressed farther inside you, your thoughts began to blur, the texture of his skin and the feel of him inside you and his cool hands drifting over your ribs and waist was intoxicating, your thoughts turned away from the fact that you two weren’t supposed to be doing this and solely to making him feel good. You started to bounce faster on his cock, eliciting a moan from him and a low growl from you as you gripped his shoulders, feeling yourself get closer to release.

"Y-Y/N I- I'm gonna- I feel w-weird- mmh~!" Charlie moaned suddenly, his fingers digging into your hips to pull you down onto his shaft without fully understanding why. Your back arched into him with a gasp as he pulled you down so your hips were flush with his, suddenly feeling his lips against your neck and his seed inside of you.

It was enough to send you over the edge. The heat in your stomach contracted to a white-hot marble and exploded outward throughout your entire body, your fingers tightening into Charlie's shoulders and your muscles tensing around him as you let out a long, deep moan of satisfaction. Charlie's arms wrapped around your waist and he buried his face in your neck, sobbing silently from overstimulation. "Y-Y/N-" He panted, holding you close and keeping you seated on his cock. "Th-that felt really good…"

You smiled and rubbed his back gently, kissing his cheek and wiping away the tears. "And you did so well, baby, I'm so proud of you. You look so beautiful, Charlie." You felt him smile into your neck as he hugged you a little tighter. "You do too! You always do, y/n!" You chuckled, kissing him again and then pulling back a little to look at him.

"Thank you baby, now let's get out of here, shall we? I'll get you some ice cream." Charlie grinned, his innocent and bubbly demeanor already returning.

"Okay!"

[animatedrapture]

RINTOBER : [ forbidden fruit ]

suna rintarō x reader

word count: 2,418

tags: NSFW, GOD COMPLEX, SACRILEGIOUS, power play (?), degradation, choking, momentary exhibitionism(?), size kink(?)

a/n: thank you to my precious wife @toffees-main for proofreading this for me and for first, urging me to actually write it when i was brainrotting again lmao. also, i figured this would be good for rintober! so here it is.

Neither you nor your boyfriend, Suna Rintarō, knew what had cut the knot that tied his self-control together. Perhaps it was the raven colored silk fabric that had adored your body for the night, or the sheer white and lacy panties that you had paired with it in contrast—the one he watched you slipped on as you got dressed for this very event.

Watching as you did so had his breath hitching, "Bunny," he even groaned. He was as deadpanned as they came but you were an often exception to this; you and the way you looked at him, made him feel, writhed from underneath him, to the way you'd moan into his ear with repetitive, blabbered nonsense; all of it just meaning and begging him for more, more, more.

The venue was littered with pro athletes like Suna and businessmen who had their names adorned with brands and companies they owned, sponsoring teams and individual athletes alike; usually, one would assume that Suna Rintarō would be the eye candy in these events—and he is—it's simply that right now, you looked more enticing than the forbidden fruit that Adam and Eve had sinfully indulged in from the beginning of time.

With the dress shining as you moved, scatteredly placed lights affecting how it accentuated your figure, you truly were a sight to behold, glowing like an angel, and the eyes that followed you knew.

Perhaps it was the way Suna didn't know what to do from the moment the both of you had stepped out of the limousine to the very last second that the two of you had stayed in that godforsaken party, only three hours later; in what seemed to be longest three hours of his life, he was in the constant state of either threatening other men who were nowhere near ashamed with the way they gawked at you and eyed you like a hawk as if you were a prize to be won in an illegal auction or staring at you and how your dress danced with every dip of your body.

It especially didn't help how you looked back at him, eyes swimming with neediness, your touch never once leaving his body. At first, you were convinced it was the nerves—you're nervous, this is the first time you'd gone to such a high-end event that never ran short with big names, important people, huge companies—that's why your tight grip on his upper arm wouldn’t leave for even a second as if you'd get lost with no idea how to find your way back to him. Though, it didn't take long for you to figure out that while yes, you're nervous, you also can't get enough of watching the way Suna's muscles flexed through the suit he had on with every movement he made, or the way his fox-like eyes looked down on you with so much want, nor can you get enough with the way he'd subconsciously pull your body closer to him for whatever reason you didn't have the liberty to ponder on about.

It could even be the way he felt how drenched you were when he had sat you on his lap in one of the corners of the venue just to take a little break from all the socialization. How he had rubbed his hand up and down your waist before tugging you to the corner, his lips latching on to the skin where your neck and shoulder met with a harsh suck—an immediate sigh of relief escaping past your lips as he did so. After all, it's high time he stakes an even more evident claim on you, right? It's not like you minded how he was littering the visible parts of your neck and chest with lovebites, especially when his hand was snaking its way underneath your dress, caressing your inner thighs and ghosting over the oh so wet patch of your underwear.

“Please,” you whined, grinding yourself against him, desperate for some sort of friction that would ease the aching need you had to just let him bend you over to fuck you.

Maybe it was how you were possibly staining his slacks with your slick as you grinded against him, how he was practically claiming you right in that very public venue, and how you begged for him is what made him indulge in your pleas. You held your breath in anticipation as you feel his finger move your panties to the side—and as the boyfriend who just knew you through and through, he kisses you to silence the moan that you let out the moment his finger traced the line along your slit, rubbing your clit before easing his fingers inside you without any resistance.

God, it was almost shameful how dripping wet you were for him. Only almost, though, because the only thing that truly mattered was the approving hum he'd let out, vibrating against the hand you had placed against his chest. When Suna adds another finger, curling it to hit that spongy, sweet spot, it takes all your willpower not to clasp your legs together and just beg for him to take you right there—something you're sure he wouldn't be too opposed to if the tent in his pants poking your ass would be anything to go by.

When he pulls his fingers out, glistening with your wetness under the glow of the place, your face flushes.

"Clean it up, bunny," he whispers to your ear, and his voice is husky; it was unfair, his voice alone sounded seducing and you were nearly mindless to just how aroused you were.

Suna Rintarō is like sin. The sweetest, most delicious, addicting sin. You know this and you're almost sure Suna does, too. He was temptation—the snake and the forbidden fruit molded into one, perfect being; and you were no people pleaser, but it's always a different case when it comes to Suna. If it pleased him, you'd do it in a heartbeat.

So you do as you're told, like a good bunny, Suna would say. You wrap your lips around his fingers, tasting yourself as you bob your head from the base to his fingertips. Suna looks calm as ever but you know better with the rapid beat of his heart against his chest, its every skip echoing to your hand.

You let his fingers go from your mouth with a pop, "All clean, sir," you tell him, eyes wide, pupils blown out with lust. Suna places a kiss to your forehead, murmuring, "That's a good bunny."

It was a shame the marks Suna had littered all over you did nothing to keep the predator-like gaze that fell over you once the both of you came back. What was it? Did he have to fuck you mindless in front of them to get the message across?

The last straw was the man who approached you. You, specifically—not even sparing Suna a glance as he stopped at nothing with his attempts to flirt with you. Suna lets you handle it as he stood next to you, his arm still around your waist protectively as one of EJP Raijin's sponsors talked his ear off. You're a big girl and it was a lot more satisfying to tell other men off on your own.

"I have a modeling company as well, we'd be happy to have a beauty like you there. I personally would—"

There's a polite yet nearly deadly smile you pull off when you say, "I'm not interested," and you tell him this dead in the eye, without waver.

"C'mon darling, I'd love to have you—"

"And what you think doesn't matter to me, I don't care," you continue with a smile that should've told him it was really time to back out. It was such a shame it didn't, as the man reaches out to take your wrist.

Quick as the man had your wrist in his grasp, was as quick did Suna had the man's arm bent painfully to his back, Suna's expressionless eyes looking down at the man with such distaste. He didn't need to waste his breath to say the man was a scum of the earth, absolutely worthless, lesser than the gum on his shoe.

"She already told you to fuck off, didn't she?"

Suna Rintarō really was beyond the description of words. The way Suna towered over the man who couldn't take no for an answer, who winced at the death grip his bent arm was subjected to, who was now babbling apologies—hell, it made you press your thighs together.

It was your luck you didn't need to wait any longer after that.

Suna had your face shoved into the mattress, your ass up and cunt dripping as it clenched around nothing. You swore you were about to cry with how much you just wanted him to fuck you without reservation, as if all you were to him was a fuckdoll to use and nothing more, so when you feel him lick up a stripe along your slit, you whine.

"Rin, no, please, need your cock now, please," you beg, and he chuckles at you, but it's dark, like he's telling you what a pathetic little whore you were to be begging for him like that.

But since you are his precious bunny afterall, he'll indulge in your wants; he lines up the head of his cock to your entrance, and when he's pushed it in, your thighs are already trembling as you cream around it instantaneously—pleased at the feeling of finally having his thick cock easing into you.

"Such a slut, bunny, cumming just from me putting it in," He says before his voice lowers and he tells you, "Gonna fuck you dumb, baby."

His hips snap, completely sheathing into your velvet walls that clenched around him as if you didn't want him to go. He doesn't miss a beat though, he's immediately rutting into you at an unforgiving pace.

"Oh fuck, Rin, s-so deep, slow d—"

"Don't care, bunny, 's what you wanted, wasn't it? So be a good girl and take it."

You know you're moaning, but you don't know what words were coming out of your mouth anymore, all you knew was the sensation of Suna and his thick cock stretching your little cunny out, rearranging your insides.

"Awww—fuck, bunny gone dumb so quickly?"

When he thrusts into you in such a way that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, you scream, "God, fuck, god, yes! god yes!" 

That's what halts Suna's thrusts, it helps you come to your senses a little bit as you try your best to look back at him, confused why he stopped.

"What did you just call me, you desperate cock whore?" Suddenly, he sounded way more dominating than usual, way more intimidating, it made you feel so much smaller in comparison. 

You wish you can answer him, but you can't—all you knew was the overwhelming pleasure you were swimming in. You shake your head the best you can, "D-don't know, Rin," you sob as you feel him slip out of you.

Suna flips you over to your back, the way he's staring down at you is making you completely breathless, and you—you were glowing like an angel, like you were at the party earlier. Only now, your hair was sprawled out into the bed, your skin littered with the marks he made, and your face—beautiful in the most erotic, sinful of ways; tear-stained cheeks, eyes half lidded gazing up to him in complete submission and lips parted.

He presses one of your legs to your chest, the other spread open for him as he lines himself to your sopping entrance again, "You called me your god, dumb bitch," he said as he pounds into you completely—so particularly deep that it had your mind reeling.

You feel Suna's large hand wrap around your throat, squeezing, "You worship me that much, bunny? Such a devoted little whore for your god, always lettin' me use you as I please, hm?" he says as he regains his brutal pace, you're not even sure how many times you've cum on his cock at this point, all you know is that you're clenching around him, sucking him in with every merciless thrust.

When you don't answer, mind too hazy and completely dazed, Suna tightens his grip around your throat, "When your god asks you a question, you fucking answer, yea? Or is this all you're good for? A body for the god you worship so much to fuck?"

"Ah—yes! You're my god. Nngh—please, god, please, I'm so close," you sob, you're looking at him with so much desperation as he continues to fuck you, your nails digging into his arms as you try to take each of his harsh pounding. Suna likes you like this—completely untethered for him and him alone.

Suna was your god, the only one who can make you feel like this, as if you're in heaven with nothing but bliss, nothing but pleasure.

"You are, aren't you? My own whore made just for her god—for me," his thick length that was twitching inside you and the dirty words coming from him were putting your senses into complete overdrive. The tip of his cock was kissing your cervix, it was nearly painful if it wasn't for the sensation of his hand around your throat and the delicious way his dick was stroking your walls in all the right ways.

You nod desperately as you feel your orgasm nearly at the brink, you're sobbing with each time he fucks into you, "Yes! God, please—let me cum, god, please, please, please," you beg, you repeat it over and over like a prayer to him.

"Cum for me, bunny. Cum all over your god's cock like a good girl," He goes faster as both of you reach your high.

The way you whine while you convulse around him, moaning about how good he was fucking you, screaming, "Yes, god! Yes!"  with your cunt clenching impossibly tighter as you squirt all over is what does it for him—his movement stutters and his languid thrusts loses its rhythm as he empties into you, his warm cum painting in your insides white.

You're glowing again—from underneath him. Your love and devotion to Suna Rintarō is truly unparalleled as you give him a lazy smile, and you tell him, "God, thank you, Rin."

That's how Suna knows you're made just for your god—for him.

©️ written by animatedrapture; all content belongs to animatedrapture. do not plagiarize, repost, or modify.

[mctherofdragons]

Kiss Me | G.W.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Summary: Two best friends realize maybe there’s something more between them. Based on the song Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran. Post-War!AU.

Warnings: breakup, alcohol, mentions of Fred passing away, some angst at the very beginning, other than that just straight up fluffiness

Request: The sweetest request from @weasleysflowr​ - “i was hoping i could request a george weasley fluff fic, maybe based on “kiss me” by ed sheeran? thank you in advance, i hope you have a fantastic day/night!”

Author’s Note: Aylison! I loved writing this so much. I’m a huge Ed Sheeran fan, so his songs honestly inspire so much of my writing. By the way, I’ve met Ed, and I fully believe he should be an honorary Weasley. I hope you enjoy this George fluff! PS: Song lyrics are in bold.

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George Weasley was, without a doubt, the best mate you’d ever had. You could recall vividly the day your parents brought you to Platform 9¾. Before leaving the house, you had melted down in tears. The concept of going to Hogwarts and being surrounding by more well-off children was a nightmare to you. You were convinced that the other students in your year would relentlessly make fun of your hand-me-down robes and old, ratty wand. Your mother and father, however, had insisted that it was too late to change your mind now. So, off you went to the Hogwarts Express, resolute that you would be tormented for the next several months.

Conversely, when two identical twins introduced themselves to you on the train, your anxiety had vanished. They understood you, and this made a world of difference. You clung close to the Weasleys all throughout your schooling. You’d often helped them with their homework when they slacked off. In turn, they’d pull pranks on your bullies in defense of you. The laughter shared between you, Fred, and George was the soundtrack to your teenage years.

When Fred passed, George had become a shell of himself. You spent days with him, just to ensure he was eating enough food and bathing himself. Through it all, he clung to you. You would lay in his bed for hours, often listening to the rain beat against the roof, humming softly to him. You would allow him to weep, soaking your h/n tee-shirt with tears. There was never any judgement or pleas for him to control his grief. You were - as the twins always joked - a sister from another mister.

Thus, it was no surprise that when your partner broke up with you unexpectedly, George was armed and ready to assist. He showed up to your flat with your favorite bottle of wine, chocolates, and a cheesy romantic comedy on DVD. You opened the door, sighing when you saw him.

“I don’t want to hang out with anyone, George.”

“Please, let me come in, y/n. I’m worried about you.”

The sincerity in his brown eyes made you give in. You opened your door wider for him, allowing him to come in and set his belongings down on the coffee table. You rubbed your eyes, which George noted were puffy from crying. He glanced over you. He noted to himself that you were still absolutely gorgeous in your Hogwarts Alumni hoodie and grey sweatpants.

You plodded over to your couch, sitting down with a huff. You pulled your knees close to your chest. As you laid your head on your knee caps, you glanced up at your friend. All at once, your tears began to leak from your eyes again.

“They didn’t deserve you,” George cut in, sighing softly. This just made you weep harder, now closing your eyes to let a few sobs come out.

You moved to allow George to sit next to you, taking the throw blanket from off the back of the couch. He wrapped it around your shoulders and pulled you close to him.

“You are lovely, in every way, please don’t ever forget that,” he squeezed you tighter to him. You inhaled contently, letting a few salty tears spill down your cheeks. The familiar scent and warmth of George brought some piece to your achiness.

After you’d cried for quite some time, you’d allowed George to put the movie on. You sipped your wine slowly, tossing your head back whenever the main characters got into some kind of shenanigans. Like always, laughing with George was like a warm balm over the breaks in your heart.

At some point, both George and yourself had fallen asleep on the couch. Wine had a tendency to make you both sleepy, and after some mindless conversation about politics, you both were tuckered out.

You opened your eyes, glancing at the clock on your cell phone. It was past midnight, and you shook George’s shoulder.

“Georgie,” you whispered. The redhead continued to snore, probably caught up in some sort of dream about the leading lady from the movie you’d just watched. “George,” you had to repeat yourself, a bit louder this time. He opened one eye, groaning.

“I’m going to go to my bed,” you explained, handing him the blanket you had been using. He sat up a bit, rubbing his eyes. But just then, you remembered how cold your bed had for the past few days. It felt so much bigger and emptier than before.

“George....I’ve been having trouble sleeping...will you...lay down with me?”

Your question even shocked yourself. But George nodded, not even thinking twice about your offer. He desired to be a comfort to you, simply because he loved you. Although lately, George had found himself torn between the manner in which he admired you.

He followed you into the bedroom, crawling beneath your grey blankets with you. Each of you snuggled down deeper beneath the comforter, finding spot that felt most satisfying. You laid together for a little while, not speaking. Both you and George had turned onto your sides, gazing into each other’s eyes. George reached up and moved a stray hair behind your ear. You moved to press your head into the crook of his neck.

His heart picked up speed as he felt your lips dance on the skin of his neck. He gently pressed a kiss to your forehead. Inside of him, a little spark of annoyance had rose to the surface. Not toward you, but rather, toward the one who had hurt you. How could anyone let such an angel walk away?

“I want to be loved,” the words spilled from your mouth, your breath dancing against George’s throat. You felt George’s warm hand reach down and pull your chin up. You looked into his eyes. You expected the familiar feeling of jitters in your stomach, but rather, you just felt safe.

“Kiss me,” he said quietly. His voice was barely audible. You allowed him, pressing your lips against his. He moved a hand down to beneath your jaw, pulling you in to deepen the kiss. He moved himself on top of you and you obliged, allowing him to kiss your neck gently. You pulled back, gazing into his brown eyes for a moment. You realized suddenly that all of the chasing other people, the heartbreaks, and nights spent running after people who didn’t want you back were pointless. It was futile because George was the one you were meant to love all along.

“This feels like falling in love,” George said. His words made you realize that he was coming to the same epiphany you were.

“We’re falling in love,” you answered certainly.

[just-call-me-the-intrusive-thot]

Soulmate September - Day 16

Day 16 - When your soulmate listens to music or is singing, you hear it in your own head as well. (Songfic, Crazy = Genius by PATD)

Pairing(s): Romantic Intrulogical, Ambiguous/Romantic Analomus, Background Roceit [the Janus part is ambiguous but whatever], Familial Logicality, Familial Virremile, Background Remile [again hinted]

TWs: swearing, sexual themes [light but they’re there], makeouts, Remus being Remus, drunken behaviour, pyromania, vomiting [not graphic just mentioned]

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“Either of you pyros got a lighter I can borrow?”

Logan sighed, not making much in the way of eye contact with the emo sitting in the cell next to him and his soulmate. He dug into his jean pocket and lazily tossed the lighter to the boy clad in so much black and purple he looked like the sapient embodiment of a bruise.

“Keep it.”

“Oh. You sure? This is a pretty sweet lighter-”

“I insist.”, Logan groaned, running his hands down his face, “It’s not like I’ll be needing it ever again after this.”

From beside Logan, Remus slung his arm to the side, flopping it about limply to swat at his soulmate, “Shuddafuckup”, he slurred, hauling himself upright from his slumped over position, “S’gonna be fiiiine. Roman said he’d bail us oooouuuut, so fuckin’ chill-”

“Your brother told you last week that he would give us a ride to Dairy Queen but instead he was too fucking busy getting to third base with his boyfriend!!”, Logan snapped. Ugh, he would regret that in the morning. He ran his hands through his hair anxiously slicking it back. How had the night gone wrong so fast?...

-

‘You can set yourself on fire! You can set yourself on fire!’

Logan wasn’t sure what it was about the glowing ember embrace of a flame that drew him in toward it like a moth with a death wish, but as he allowed his soulmate Remus to haul his ass towards their usual hangout with the promise of some pretty choice items to burn, he found that he couldn't care less.

As he approached the overpass with his soulmate chugging a whole half a bottle of tequila without blinking, Logan wondered how he ever survived before without this whirlwind in human form.

‘She said at night in my dreams

You dance on a tightrope of weird

Oh but when I wake up you're so normal that you just disappear

You're so straight like commuters with briefcases towing the line

There's no residue of a torturer inside your of eyes’

“Check it the fuck out, babe! Did I bring the goods or what?”, Remus grinned nearly as brightly as the shine on the rather expensive looking crimson car - he guessed it might have been a Mercedes, but car brands all looked the same to him really - parked under the overpass. Logan didn’t have a particular favourite item to burn, but when Remus walked over in his lime green hoodie that barely covered his black leather shorts and fishnets to pose seductively on top of the hood? Logan hadn’t wanted to incinerate anything more in his life.

“You… How on Earth did you come by this?!”, he ran his hand along the curve of the hood, unashamedly letting his hand roam over Remus’ thigh. 

His soulmate hummed, leaning in to steal a kiss, murmuring softly against Logan’s lips, “If I told you I might’ve hotwired it just this afternoon? Is that a turn off or a turn on?”

Goddamn him, Remus knew just how to speak right to Logan’s soul.

“The latter, and you know it.”, Logan all but growled into their kiss.

‘She said you're just like Mike

Love but you wanna be Brian Wilson, Brian Wilson

Said you're just like Mike

Love but you'll never be Brian Wilson’

In the back of his mind, Logan did wonder what his father and morally conscious little brother would think; if they knew he snuck out to satisfy his pyromania, make out with his feral cryptid of a boyfriend, and engaged in petty acts of vandalism and thievery from time to time. What would Thomas and Patton think of their stoic, orderly son and big brother who - instead of studying for his undergraduate degree in astrophysics - would rather spend the night getting dangerous and dirty alongside his soulmate who had literally just admitted to auto theft  to acquire a ridiculously expensive car for him to burn?

The thought was there for all of two seconds until Remus’ tongue licking into his mouth banished it away. The only thot he needed tonight was the one driving him crazy with a kiss alone.

‘And I said (hey ay, ay)

If crazy equals genius (hey ay, ay)

If crazy equals genius

Then I'm a fucking arsonist (hey)

I'm a rocket scientist (hey hey)

(Hey ay, ay)

If crazy equals genius (hey)

You can set yourself on fire (hey ay)

But you're never gonna burn, burn, burn (hey ay)

You can set yourself on fire (hey ay)

But you're never gonna learn, learn, learn hey!’

Knowing they came here for a reason, Logan reluctantly ended their makeout session and grabbed for his trusted blue lighter.

“How full is the gas tank?”, Logan made sure to ask, popping open the door to the driver’s side to see what was left in the car. Might as well keep anything worth selling.

“Not sure.”, Remus shrugged, twirling the keys around his finger excitedly while he finished off their first bottle of the night, “Wanna help me make sure there’s nothing left?”

‘She said darlin' you know

How the wine plays tricks on my tongue

But you don't seem to change when you stuff all of

your feelings with drugs

Other boys you may have dated serrated your heart with a slice

But the cut of your love never hurts baby, it's a sweet butter knife’

Logan wasn’t sure how Remus managed to look even more majestic every time he looked at him, but as he clung tight to the hand rest above the passenger window while his soulmate pulled off his sixteenth donut in a row, all he could think about was how lucky he was to have him. Like a trickle of water turning into a river, Logan recognised the beginning of Na Na Na starting to play in his head. Of course. He knew Remus well enough by now to know that was coming. The humming under his soulmate’s breath also gave it away somewhat. 

While Remus kept trying to empty the tank, Logan couldn’t help but feel nostalgia for their first meeting; Remus’ older brother Roman had asked Logan to stand in for the theatre department’s regular dramaturge when Logan began to hear the beginnings of Avenue Q’s The Internet Is For Porn begin to invade his mind. Luckily for him, it hadn’t taken long for Remus to saunter over and try to flirt with him, humming the exact tune Logan had been hearing the whole time.

From there, they’d begun dating though it took a good few months before Logan would join Remus in his fantastical ramblings. He lamented on how he felt trapped by a father who meant well but expected so much from him, how stifled he felt having to be a role model to his living marshmallow of a little brother. How Logan just wanted the fun, exhilaration of doing something extreme for a change.

With Remus’ encouragement, Logan opened up about his pyromaniac tendencies which his soulmate was 110% onboard with. Ever since, the underpass had become their dirty, out of the way, graffiti scarred home away from home. Where Logan could indulge the urge to burn away his stresses and lose himself in Remus’ mantra of doing whatever the fuck they wanted.

‘She said you're just like Mike

Love but you wanna be Brian Wilson, Brian Wilson

Said you're just like Mike

Love but you'll never be Dennis Wilson’

With the car finally seemingly out of gas as it shuddered to a stop, Remus fluidly slid out of the open window - you know, like a normal functional human being - and slid across the hood of the car to open the door for Logan, “Alright, time for this bitch to burn!”

Logan was more than happy to get down to the main event after doing a last quick sweep of the car. All he’d found worth keeping was the planet shaped air freshener; so sue him, the sweet scent of mixed berries was delightful. Whipping out his lighter, Logan escorted Remus a safe distance away and pulled out the hairspray he’d swiped from his room earlier. He aimed the spray towards the car - making sure it wasn’t against the wind or pointed back at himself, he preferred to keep his eyebrows, thanks - and watched as the plume of fire engulfed the car’s seat cover. 

Crackling flames. Straining metal. Hissing fabric burning to a plastic like mess. It was a symphony and Logan was it’s conductor.

With his boyfriend wrapping his arms around his shoulders, Logan tilted to kiss him once more as the heat of the fire caressed their skin. Remus’ eyes never once left Logan, seeing his soulmate delight in an act of pure mindless vandalism, watching the way Logan looked truly free, sent his heart racing. In compliment, Logan turned back to Remus, grinning already at the shades of orange and yellow that painted his handsome features. He always thought Remus was at his most beautiful that way.

‘And I said (hey ay, ay)

If crazy equals genius (hey ay, ay)

If crazy equals genius

Then I'm a fucking arsonist (hey)

I'm a rocket scientist (hey hey)

(Hey ay, ay)

If crazy equals genius (hey)

You can set yourself on fire (hey ay)

But you're never gonna burn, burn, burn (hey ay)

You can set yourself on fire (hey ay)

But you're never gonna learn, learn, learn hey!’

Logan couldn’t tell you what happened next; one minute the two of them were watching the flames while his soulmate continued his campaign to destroy his kidneys with alcohol, the next Remus was sitting in his lap leaving hickeys all over his neck while Logan let his hands roam around under Remus’ hoodie. In the back of his mind, Logan could make out the beginning of a song he didn’t recognise at first, but as the lyrics kicked in, he let out a breathy chuckle. Of course, trust Remus to pick a thematic piece of music for the night’s events. As the song got louder - and Remus marked him more needily - Logan found he rather liked the song. He’d have to ask Remus what it was called later.

‘You can set yourself on fire (hey)

You can set yourself on fire (hey)

You can set yourself on fire (hey)

You can set yourself on fire’

The next thing either of them knew, there was a vague clattering noise followed by a  thunderous metallic bang. Followed by another, then another. One after another for a total of seven times before it finally quieted down. No music, no bang, just the fire crackling away. Thoroughly shaken, Remus and Logan untangled themselves from each other, the former demanding all too loudly, “What the creme fresh fuck was that?!”

“I-! I have no idea-”, Logan began. There wasn’t anything that would’ve done that inside the car, he’d checked. However, as he rounded the car, giving the flames a wide berth, Logan noticed someone laying on the ground on the other side of the car; dressed in a dark, patchy hoodie and ripped jeans, a plume of purple dyed frizzy hair poking out from the hood. He looked like your run of the mill emo. For a second, Logan was worried he and Remus would have to dispose of a body, but fortunately the young man groaned and began to sit up. To his side, Logan winced at a metallic glint blinding his vision.

The spray can doing so had clearly rolled out of the bag full of other cans, all in different colours. At least now Logan could put a face to the rather beautiful graffiti that tattooed the underpass as well as what had exploded in the fire as he noted the burst open paint cans under the car.

“Are you alright? What the hell happened?”, Logan questioned firmly, though he knew the disoriented emo on the ground likely couldn’t answer right away. He assumed from the way the young man rubbed the back of his head that he’d taken a rather nasty fall. The anxious artist seemed to remember exactly where he was, eyes blown wide in fear, 

“Dude, get outta here quick-”

“There he is!”

Three officers rushed towards the two of them prompting the emo and Logan to make a break for it, being sure not to run into the inferno. Remus pretty quickly got the idea and joined the two of them. It seemed neither of the three of them knew exactly where they were trying to run to, but a silent, unspoken agreement saw them all heading for the same direction. Looking back on it, Logan wondered if parting ways and heading for his car with Remus could’ve at least seen them with a better chance of getting away. 

But hindsight is a bitch that wakes up seven hours late and didn’t even bother to bring Starbucks. 

‘And I said (hey ay, ay)

If crazy equals genius (hey ay, ay)

If crazy equals genius

Then I'm a fucking arsonist (hey)

I'm a rocket scientist (hey hey)

(Hey ay, ay)

If crazy equals genius (hey)’

Before long, all Logan could hear was his sneakers scraping the ground and his own breathing competing against his heartbeat to dominate his ears. The urge to stop and breathe was intense but it felt as though doing just that would send the world crashing down around them. 

Of course, prolonged exercise and a stomach full of alcohol wasn’t the best combination. 

“‘M gonna fuckin’ puke-!”, Remus huffed, trying to cover his mouth with his hand. 

“Just hold on, Remus, we’re-!”

Logan watched in horror as his soulmate stopped to empty his stomach, unintentionally doing so in a way that blocked off the hoodie clad young man trying his best to keep up.

“Ah sHIT-!”

He didn’t need to look back; the clattering of the satchel, the mutual yelps of surprise and pain, Logan kept running even as two of the officers apprehended his soulmate and the hooded lad. The guilt would catch up to Logan before the third officer did, or it would have if he didn’t mistime his turning around the next corner only to end up nearly getting run over. How poetic; from making out on a car hood to being cuffed against one. Had Remus not been busy insulting the officers’ mothers rather colourfully, Logan theorised he would’ve no doubt made some innuendo about it.

Exhausted from their chase and thoroughly cuffed, all Logan could do was let himself be loaded into the back of the cop car with Remus and the anxious emo.

‘You can set yourself on fire (hey ay)

But you're never gonna burn, burn, burn (hey ay)

You can set yourself on fire (hey ay)

But you're never gonna learn, learn, learn hey!’ 

-

“Mmm… Logan, can you-”, Remus burped a little too wetly for it not to make Logan feel as queasy as Remus looked, “Can you stroke my hair? Pleeeeeease?”

Sighing in that playful kind of annoyance only true love can allow, Logan did as asked. The night may wind up with him being harshly reprimanded by his father and possibly losing his come-and-go privileges, but at least for now he had Remus.

“...... I’m sorry.”, came the rough voice of the emo in the cell next to theirs, “You both wouldn’t be stuck here if it wasn’t for me.”

Remus just gave a dismissive grunt in reply while Logan assured their cell companion, “While you may have led the police to us, I doubt our proclivity for fiery vandalism would’ve kept going undetected forever.”, he looked the emo up and down, “Might I ask,...?”

“Virgil.”

“Virgil,”, Logan repeated, “Might I ask how you ended up stumbling across us?”

Virgil shrugged, “I’ve been painting the underpass for years. Pretty much everything down there’s something I’ve done.”. 

He chewed the inside of his cheek, “I had a shitty night so I came down to paint something when I walked in on you two getting all ‘friendly’,”, he airquoted, “So I went to go home but I got stopped by an officer and started panicking. So I just…. ran.”

His posture curled a little while he twirled Logan’s lighter between his fingers in a stimming action, “Then I realised I was way too fucking close to the fire and I blacked out.”, Virgil embarrassedly pulled his hood up, “Fire scares the shit outta me, always has. Next thing I knew, I woke up with you staring at me. You both know the rest.”

Logan nodded quietly. It really did fill in a few gaps, “I can’t blame you for not wanting to stick around. I do apologise that we inadvertently ruined your night.”

Virgil shrugged, “Eh, it’s alright, it’s just gonna suck having to have my dads bail me out again. Not that dad would mind but pops will probably gimme another lecture about ‘unhealthy coping habits’ again....”

At that, they sat for the most part in silence. Then that song began to trickle into Logan’s brain again. As nice as it had been in accompaniment to their antics before, Logan found it almost grating now. He sighed and gently nudged Remus, 

“Re-”

“Logan, babe,”, Remus groaned, beating him to the punch, “Can you fuckin’ give it a rest with the music? M’fuckin’ head hurts.”

“....But you’re the one who’s been thinking about that song, right!?”, Logan’s concern was obvious. Remus caught on as well.

“No!? I thought it was you!?”, he sloppily hauled himself onto Logan’s lap, pressing their foreheads together, “Issokay babe, I won’t let-”, he stifled a burp though it did nothing to save Logan from Remus’ drunken breath, “Won’t let fate change our soul bond! I’ll fuckin- I’ll whip out my brain surgery skills right here if I gotta-”

“Remus!”, Logan sternly held him back a little, “Calm down, let’s just try and think rationally, okay!?”

“.... Have you ever MET me, you stupid sexy science bitch?”, Remus cackled at the alliteration.

“Please be serious for once.”, Logan sighed, fixing his glasses in a self calming gesture, “Do you know the name of the song in your head?”

“Yeah, iss fuckin’ um...”, Remus clicked his fingers in thought, trying to place it, “S’fuckin Scream In The Club, or some shit who sings it...”

“..... You mean, Panic At The Disco?”, came Virgil’s voice from the neighbouring cell.

Remus pointed dramatically, “THATS THE BITCH!”. He put his fist to his chest to stifle another burp, instead taking a second to turn and spit out some of the awful taste on his tongue, “Fuckin’... the lyrics were like…. “You can set yourself-””

“- On fire?!”, Virgil finished, looking rather interested in the conversation now.

Logan nodded between the two of them, “Yes, that’s the same opening line I remember. Virgil, I take it you’re familiar with the song?”

“Well yeah, and I’ll do you one better. Uh,....”, he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “I’ve had that song stuck in my head all night.”

Remus and Logan shared a look of shock. Could Virgil really be their soulmate? It would explain the times when they would hear music that didn’t seem to line up with each other’s tastes. Before Logan could propose a test, Remus was way ahead of him; he rolled his eyes as the music flooded into his skull. 

Virgil brightened up, “Ashnikko, huh? Good choice-”

“HOLY SHIT, LOGAN, WE GOT-! WE GOT ANOTHER ONE!!”, Remus screeched, wriggling excitedly in Logan’s lap, almost causing his boyfriend to drop him.

“Indeed.”, Logan sighed fondly as he tried to get Remus to sit back down on the bench instead of his lap, “So now you better call Roman and see if he can bail us ALL out..”

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... I know I won’t probably be able to catch up but hell with it, I love some of the prompt ideas, I’ll just stop tagging the blog if I run over at this point.

A big thanks to @accidental-sanders for the idea for this one, it was really fun to do.

@tsshipmonth2020

Taglist: @somehow-i-got-an-account   @cateye-glasses   @fandomsofrandom

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Imagine Being Jacob’s Imprint and Him Taking You To The Cullen Party

Title: Bite Your Tongue 

Pairing: Jacob Black x Fem!Reader

Request By: @lolabunny2008​

(A/N: I changed the personality of the reader to come across as more a confrontational badass, I hope you guys like it)

Four words, party at the Cullens. Jacob, your boyfriend, invited you come along to the graduation party at the Cullens to introduce you to Bella. You were pumped because this was the first true party that you had been to since moving from Las Vegas. 

When you lived in Vegas it was non stop partying every other night, but that was until you had your little incident. You don’t like to reflect upon what happened that night but what’s done was done. Seeing the troubling behavior you had in Vegas, your mother decided that it was time to move away and start anew in the small town of Fork. No big parties and no big city, it was all greenery and a quiet town.   

You tried to leave many times in the first few weeks of being there, but none were successful. Tried driving to Seattle to catch a plane, didn’t work. You tried leaving by bus, didn’t work. You tried hitchhiking, Chief Police Swan had to come pick you up after your mom called. 

A lot of times your anger would get the best of you in the arguments after your attempts to leave and it wasn’t pretty. Your mom could only think of one thing that she could do to prevent you from getting in anymore trouble with her and prevent you from getting in trouble with the police. Anger management classes. 

‘To hell with those’ you’d think when the idea was mentioned. You weren’t gonna bother with some stupid class that teaches you to be mindless and obedient. 

The classes would start at around five in the afternoon, giving enough time to get home from school and go back. When your mother had dropped you off for the class at the high school, you waited for her to leave the area so you could sneak off. With nothing to do for an hour and a half you had decided that you would go take a trek through the forest. 

The hike had taken you quite a bit of a distance toward the northern ridges, where the mountain streams would be, in the thirty minutes you had been in the forest. 

You had taken a break by the bankside of a small ravine when you noticed movement behind your form a couple meters away. You turned around to find a mountain lion watching your form in the grass. One thing you did learn in school back home in Las Vegas was you could do one of two things when coming face- to-face with a mountain lion. One, make yourself look as big as possible to look intimidating or two, run as fast as you could.

Being the bad bitch you are, you never stood down from a fight, even if it was against a mother fucking man eating mountain lion. You spread your arms and started cursing at it, trying to make yourself like a bear to the predator. The lion cowered from what you assumed to be your stance and constant cursing, but turns out there was something much larger and scarier to the mountain lion that stood behind you. 

Jacob had found you wandering around the forest. You stood on the Cullen side while he stood on the Quileute’s. He didn’t see your face but just followed your form feeling a strong tug dragging him along. At a lower part of ravine you had stopped and Jacob eyed you from the other side wondering why you were out by yourself at around this time. Predators would be out at this hour hunting for their next meal with the cover of the falling sun to hide them. 

Jacob saw the mountain lion that was stalking you from it’s place in the grass. You had turned around to see it eyeing you for it’s next meal. Jacob had to do something, he couldn’t let you get hurt, but that would mean revealing himself to you in this form and entering the Cullen’s territory. 

He did what he felt was right. Jumping to the other side of the ravine, to your unbeknownst, he stood behind you intimidating the mountain lion. The mountain lion, who became submissive to the presence behind you, ran away with the tail between it’s legs. 

You were so proud of yourself for five seconds because you scared off a mountain lion, until you could feel a bigger presence behind you. Of course already being in a defensive mode you did what you would’ve done to the mountain lion or anyone that would try and attack you, you threw your fist. 

Jacob did not expect this. He expected that you at least turn, scream, and run away, but not throw your whole fist like you are Mike Tyson in a fight. As you threw your deadly hook, Jacob couldn’t help himself but admire your face for the first time when you twisted around. And that was when he felt it. 

The pull of his gravity no longer attached to the earth but now to you, his imprint that was going to land a punch to his muzzle. You were so beautifully poised in your movement to defend yourself, how could he not admire your reflexes as he felt himself fall further in love with you. He was so used to being the defender and not the defended, it was a nice change to see that you could protect yourself unlike others he knew. 

That was how your first meeting with him went two months ago. Now in present times, Jacob wanted to introduce you to Bella at the Cullen graduation party. Agreeing to go, Jacob also brought along Quil and Embry. They had become good friends of yours, despite you getting them into some of your shenanigans and sometimes getting them in trouble with Sam. 

Pulling up to the party on Jacobs bike with Embry and Quil on their own, you admired the exterior of the property but it wasn’t like anything you hadn’t seen in Vegas. The houses, including you old house, were a little more extravagant in Vegas.  

Jacob helped you off the bike and gave you a full once over.

“Don’t you look sexy, you trying to impress someone (Y/N)?” Jacob joked before giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“Nah babe, if anything you friend should be trying to impress me after what she did to you,” you noted facing the house. 

Jacob had told you about Bella coming over and using him as emotional support when her boyfriend had dumped her, and when she had heard that she had a chance of getting him back she had dumped Jacob like a hot piece of shit. You thought it wasn’t right, if anything you thought that she should've been honest with her intentions instead of dragging Jacob along. You were furious that this girl treated your man like this and wanted to give her a piece of your mind but Jacob told you not to. 

Jacob had been helping you control your anger like he does when he doesn’t want to turn. You guys would meet up in the forest every time your mother would drop you off for anger management classes and would practice plus steal a couple kisses here and there. 

Jacob turned you back around to him to look in your eyes, “I know you aren’t particularly fond of Bella but can you try to be, please for me? We’re on their land we have to be at least,” Jacob paused before finding the right word, “polite”

“Fine,” you bite your tongue holding back from saying “as long as she is”.   

“Thar’s my girl,” Jacob kisses your temple before holding your waist with one arm and leading you inside, as Embry and Quil trail behind.  

You guys walked into the lively party, you recognize most of the people as peers of yours from school. The vibe of the party felt relaxed and joyful but not thrilling like the parties back home, but this wasn’t back home so it would have to do. 

After climbing the stairs to the main part of the party, Jacob looked around to find a familiar face amongst the crowd, Bella’s face you assumed. Finally noticing her on the opposite side of the party, where most people were chilling and not on the dance floor, Jacob guided you over. 

Bella walked over to Jacob, Embry, Quil, and you looking lost at the party. 

“Jacob, hi,” Bella said going in for the hug to which he reciprocated removing the arm around your waist. Jacob placed his arm back around you.

“Hey Bells, congrats on graduating” 

“Yeah thanks, glad it’s over,” Bella expressed awkwardly looking around. You guess she was looking for her boyfriend but to also avoid the tension of them being in close proximity. 

To end the awkward air Jacob spoke up again, “Bella this is (Y/N), my imprint and girlfriend”

“Sup,” and you nodded your chin up. This was something you usually did instead of nodding your head down. You liked establishing that you didn’t bow to no one.

“So you stuck with Jakey over here,” Bella tried to joke not knowing how to interact with you.

“And you’re stuck with the stiff,” you sarcastically joked back but it coming across as slightly defensive. Jacob squeezed your side to remind you about your promise before coming in. 

“(Y/N) just moved here a couple months back from Vegas,” Jacob cut in, “I saved her from a mountain lion when I was out on patrol”

“So she knows about you?”

“Actually she knows about more than just us,” Jacob uttered looking down.

 That’s right, Jacob had told you not only about Sam’s pack but he had to tell you about the Cullen’s because you lived in Forks and not on the reserve. The treaty made it hard sometimes to watch you but you go to the reserve most of the time so he could protect you and more. 

“You told her about them?!” Bella spoke under her breath annoyed that Jacob told you about the Cullens, “Jacob, what the hell? That’s not your place to tell her about that.”   

“What, is there something wrong with that?” you piped into the conversation, “Jacob just wants to protect me. I’m not sorry he told me, especially if I’m going to stay in his life” 

You went there. If Bella was going to chastise, manipulate, and try to control Jacob like she did when her boyfriend left, you weren’t going to let it happen.

“It is just as much his secret as it is yours and your boyfriends family. Don’t try and call him out for doing something he thought was right. Especially if it concerns the one’s he loves. You’re no longer one of the only humans apart of this and in danger. Now excuse me I’m going to go find a drink,” you turned Jacob’s head towards yours and planted a kiss on his lips. You could feel his lips turn from tight-lipped to a smile under yours.

Breaking from the kiss, you turned on your heel you went to try and find a decent drink in the house. 

“Wow didn’t expect that,” Bella breathed out, running her hands through her hair, after being slapped with that reality check.  

“Yeah sorry about that, she means well but she’s a little firey. She just wants to make sure that I’m protected as well. You’ll like her when she warms up to you,” Jacob told Bella still smiling about the fact that you only chewed her out at your lowest level of anger.

It could’ve been a lot worse but Jacob knew that you were trying to bite your tongue. You had good intentions but the way they came across wasn’t always the most pleasant way. 

After Alice had her vision at the party and they discussed about the Newborns coming to Forks, Jacob, yourself, Embry, and Quil enjoyed the rest of the party. 

As the night came to a close so did the party, but something did ponder on your mind. You might have been a little harsh with meeting Bella at the beginning of the party and it did make your chest fill with guilt. You could’ve been nicer but something needed to be said, just at least not like that.

As you walked out of the house party with Jacob, hand-in-hand, Bella had come out to wave a quick goodbye. Bella stood on the porch steps when she called out to you guys. 

“Jacob!” the boy in question turned around to see her standing on the porch,”I’ll see you tomorrow at the thingy” 

Jacob nodded, “See ya then Bells”

You let go of Jacob’s hand before leaning over to him and whispering in his ear, “Give me a minute, you can start up the bike”

Jacob looked between Bella and you before understanding what you were about to do, “Don’t punch her please”

“I won’t babe, promise,” you winked before walking back over to the porch.

You observed how Bella visibly tensed up at your approach like she was ready to either cower away or square up to fight. She stuffed her hands into her pockets after wiping them on her black leggings.  

“I want to apologize, which is something I don’t usually do, about the way I came off,” you paused before continuing,”But I was just saying what had to be said. Im’ma be brutally honest and tell you what you did awhile ago to Jake was horrible. However, I’m willing to put everything about tonight and before in the past, alright?” you remarked more with assurance than as an actual question.

“Yeah that sounds good. It was nice meeting you,” Bella took her hand from her right pocket and offered to shake it as a peace offering. You shook it trying to be polite about the situation before walking back over to Jacob on the bike.

Your handsome boyfriend passed you your helmet, before kissing you on the cheek.

“I’m proud of you,” he gleamed as appreciation that you were good for the most part and then apologizing.

“So proud that I get a reward when I get home,” you muttered into his ear biting your lip seductively.

“Maybe,” he teased and then kissed you passionately on the lips. You loved when Jacob would give you kisses like this in the woods like no one was there watching. 

“Get a room!” Embry yelled over to you two. Him and Quil waited on their bikes, that are already to go, waiting for you two.

He broke away to put on his helmet and you did the same. Jake waved over to Bella before revving the engine and skidding out the driveway with Quil and Embry in tow.

You couldn’t wait until you got back and see what your reward is.

MASTERLIST

[cuttingthe-painter]

Taron - Fae Boyfriend

Oooh, what about a human in a library researching the fae in Ireland. A friend went missing. Everyone thinks they ran away, but you found things that lead you to believe the fae have them. Now you're trying to find a way in and all the ways to bargain, fight, or trick them into giving them back. The fae admires your determination.

Thank you @saviorsong​ for the prompt!

***feel free to reblog***

Taron - Fae Boyfriend (sfw)

male fae x human reader

word count: 1775

Your eyes could not focus; the words on the page seem to scramble together more and more the longer you stare. You close your eyes, scrub your hands across them, and let out an irritated groan. The hours and days spent in the library seem to finally be catching up with you. All the books seem to say the same things: don’t tell the fae your name, don’t be rude to them, pay your respects, be careful with your words. What the books don’t tell you is how to get back your friend that the fae stole.

Of course, no one believed you when you claimed the fae stole Ayda; they all brushed off your claims saying ‘Ayda’s always been a wandering soul, she probably ran off on another one of her adventures.’ You listened to them and waited; Ayda was prone to taking spur of the moment trips and always came back a week or two later. But she always told you when she was going on an ‘adventure’ and after two weeks passed, you knew something was wrong.

You went to her house, letting yourself in with the key she gave you, and searched for any clues pointing you to where she went. All of her things were in their normal spots, as if she never left. Her keys hung by the door next to her coat and her purse sat on the kitchen counter. What you found in her office led you to these endless days in the library. On her desk sat a stack of papers; she had printed pages upon pages listing etiquette for interacting with the fae, where to find fairy rings, what happens if you enter a fairy ring. At the bottom of the stack was a map of the local woods covered with thick black X’s and a single black circle.

You had followed the map and went to the circle in the woods, knowing what you would find. A fairy ring sat right where the map said it would and you felt your heart sink. Sticking out of the grass outside of the ring was Ayda’s phone, covered in the morning’s dew. It was dead when you grabbed it, and even after you charged it for days, the screen stayed black. You knew it was a reach; the idea of fae stealing Ayda was outrageous, but all signs pointed to that being the case. So, you were going to get her back…you just needed to figure out how.

You’ve been coming to the library every day since, absorbing every single book on the fae that you can find, and you’ve hit a wall. Nothing seems to be working. You’ve gone to the ring every night, leaving behind shiny things, sweets you’ve made, and copious amounts of honey, yet nothing happens. You let your head fall from your hands and thud onto cold wood of the table. You know you can’t give up on her and you never would, but god are you tired.

“Well don’t give up now,” a velvet brogue taunts, “you’ve been working so hard.” Your head snaps up from the table, meeting two glimmering orbs of silver. The most beautiful man you’ve ever seen sits across from you, one arm lazily resting on the table and the other propping his head up.

Silver hair cascades over his mahogany skin, plaits woven with blue yarn scattered amongst the waves. The blue ornate clothes he wears, lined with gold, highlight the haughty air he exudes. He’s absolutely otherworldly. This realization tightens your throat, fear and victory battling to respond, clawing their way out of you. The man notes your silence, raising a perfectly groomed eyebrow in question. His silver eyes shimmer, rainbows dancing in molten silver, and your breath catches.

“Who are you?” you ask, attempting to keep the nervous tremor out of your voice. Despite your efforts, he catches the slight shake and a slow, predatory smile spreads across his face. Bright white teeth greet you, their sharp points confirming your suspicions of who- no, what- he is.

“Now, now,” he tsks with a slow, disapproving shake of his head, “you should know better than to ask something like that, especially with all this research you’ve been doing. I’ve loved all your gifts, by the way.” His eyes bore into you, hot and knowing and wild; you squirm under his gaze, feeling your neck and face flush.

“My…apologies.” You speak slowly, mulling over your choice of words. The books all told you how tricky the fae can be, how an unthoughtful sentence could lead to a multitude of troubles. He chuckles at your words, moving to lean forward and rest both forearms on the table.

“You’re so nervous,” he murmurs in a chiding tone. You watch him, unsure how to respond, and he tuts his tongue at you again. “So completely different now than you usually are. Why is that?”

“I- uh- I’m not-“ you cut yourself off, embarrassed by your unusual stutter. You face grows hotter and you attempt to swallow down the painful lump in your throat. His nose crinkles at you in frustration and he waits for you to continue. You shrug your shoulders at him and slump into yourself.

His lofty demeanor hardens, the air around you both growing thick and serious. “You obviously wanted me for something. Speak up, tell me what it is.”

“My friend went missing,” you blurt, nervously balling your hands into fists on your lap.

“Your friend went missing,” he echoes, raising that silver eyebrow into another imperious arch.

“Yes,” you breathe, cringing at the slight hiss that escapes. One of the main rules for talking to the fae is to be polite and you’re already fucking it up. Maybe it would be easier if the fae weren’t so incredibly insufferable. “I fail to see how that has anything to do with me.” He sits back lazily in his chair, pretending to clean under his nails. Anger burns at your ears and you start count your breaths to calm down. After a long moment of silence, you look back to the fae, plastering a cheery smile on your face.   “I have reason to believe she disappeared in a fairy ring,” you explain with false blithe. His eyes move from his fingers, languidly trailing up your still form. Calculating eyes meet yours and you push away the anxiety creeping in. “And I want to bring her back. People miss her.” You leave out the fact that you’re the only one who has actually realized she was missing and not just on a trip.

“How interesting,” he muses loftily, “and I suppose you want me to bring her back. Is that why you left me all those gifts?”

“The gifts were merely a friendly gesture.”

“You are most kind,” he offers, watching you expectantly.

“I’ve read that fae will sometimes… strike a deal,” you say with hesitant determination. His face instantly lights up, a joyous smile barely hiding the mischief swimming in his eyes.

“A deal,” he repeats with burgeoning excitement. “Human’s rarely attempt to make deals these days.” He stands and moves around the library table. Your stomach twists with a mix of fear and excitement as you watch him; he’s a tiger and you’re his prey. You should leave, run and never look back. Nothing good will come of this, his face tells you that much, but you need Ayda home safely.

“I’ll tell you what, little human,” he purrs, leaning against the table, his thigh hot again your arm. “I will bring your friend back, but I want you in return.”

“What?” you gasp, sliding your chair back away from him.

“I want you. A companion. A partner. A mate. Whatever you choose to call it.” He steps forward, a hand brushing through your hair as he walks around you. Could you do it? Could you sacrifice your life here to give Ayda back hers? Could you live with this strange, arrogant man? Does he want you to love him? Thought after though races through your mind, overwhelming you. Your palms start to sweat and you rub them on your jeans. “You want your friend home so desperately. You’ve been so fiercely loyal, yet now you hesitate.”

“What’s the catch? Detail it all out for me, no tricks.” His hands move to rest on your shoulders, his thumbs rubbing mindless circle.

“There’s no catch, my dove. You will give up your life here and move with me to my world. You will become my companion indefinitely and your dear friend will return back to her life.”

“Why would you want a human mate?” you pry in an attempt to find a hole in his deal.

“Fae become such boring company, but mortals are always so…human. It’s quite refreshing.”

“And what if I can’t love you? Will you still expect all the…partner perks from me?” You trip over the words, rushing the question off your tongue. You feel your face heat again and his fingers caress your cheek, savoring the warm flesh. His touch is light, but purposeful, and you find yourself enjoying it. The way he speaks to you is exasperating, so uppish and condescending, but his touch is gentle and tender and you lean into it, never wanting it to end.

“This right here tells me there is at least a chance. I have no intentions to force myself on you, my dove, that’s not fun for either of us. But I think you’ll find that you���re able to love me,” he whispers, his breath ghosting across your face. Your eyes flutter shut as his scent cocoons you. You breathe in deep, savoring his essence of freshly fallen rain and spring flowers. You can do this for Ayda.

“Will I ever be able to see her again?” you ask sadly.

“No,” he answers simply.

“Will she return safe and happy?”

“She’ll never know another sad day.”

“Then it’s a deal,” you murmur with a gentle sigh. You turn your head, looking up to him curiously. “But if we’re going to be companions, shouldn’t I know what to call you?” He laughs lightly and brushes your hair away from your face.

“You can call me whatever you like,” he states, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “But most call me Taron.”

“Taron,” you repeat, attempting to mimic the way he rolled the r and butchering it.

“Good thing you’re going to have a lot of time to work on that,” he taunts before running a hand over your eyes, coloring the world white, and whisking you away to your new life.

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[dolanswhore]

My girl.

summary: Grayson and Y/N have been friends with benefits for a while, what happens when Y/N is finally ready to admit her feelings for him, but soon changes her mind when they have a big fight.

Grayson and Y/N have known each other forever, there were many nights before laid together spent in front of fires, on the beach and playing video games with Ethan. She was always around every since they first moved to L.A. actually. A cute, smiley girl from next store, who would greet the boys with a sweet hello every time they passed.

Soon after the two began to slowly hang out alone, leading to current time of being friends with benefits. Everyone was aware of the feelings she held towards the younger twin, everyone seemed to notice but Grayson himself. Grayson had always been kind and fair to her, many nights spent inside the warmth of his swollen arms.

Grayson though would never allow himself to believe she would hold feelings like these for him. As much as he would love just to have you as his own, his own self wouldn’t allow it, seeing he felt as if he wasn’t good enough. Truth be told he wanted you as more, even though the pair acted like it was committed, not daring to even try for anyone else, not wanting anyone else.

The last few months were all happiness and laughs when it came down to it, plus an addition on Ethan, who was very much her best friend as well, it seemed the three came unseperatable.

“E?” What are you doing here?” it was a night out with the girls which seperated her and gray tonight, which isn’t unusual they often had friend nights. It was strange to him in this type of scene, him being the only person in the room without a cup filled with alcohol. He smiles widely at his bestfriend, happy to finally find someone along the sea of people he got lost in.

“Bryant asked me and gray to come and now iI’m lost.” She laughs slightly at his mindless behavior. “Bryant is usually in the main room, c’mon you goon.”

Ethan’s hand gently presses her shoulder, in a way to keep them close together when they adventured deeper into the house, he tried not to press to much pressure in fears of hurting her, but it was a little difficult due to the messily drunk people either dancing or falling.

This reminded Ethan of exactly why he didn’t do these type of things, never really seeing what was fun about being so under the infulence that you weren’t even yourself.

“There you are!” Bryant smiles, laughing slightly at the annoyed expression on Ethan’s face. “I see Y/N found you.”

Bryant was a good friend of hers as well as the twins, and actually gave the idea to come to the party, which of course she was down for. “Look lovely as usually.”

WIth a sweet smile, and a hug she thanked him. Her attention wondered around the room, knowing one more person was missing. “Where’s gray?”

Bryant didn’t even think before the words spilt out of his mouth, “He’s talking to that hot girl over there.”

The look Ethan gave him said it all, eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar, and it wasn’t his twin he was trying to protect. It was his best friend of three years that already looked crushed. It didn’t take much to finally see gray dressed in a plain black t-shirt and a pair of tan shorts that cut off mid thigh, showing the various colors of perment ink across his skin. What was unusual about that was the small blonde next to him.

Suddenly it felt as if all breath was ripped from her chest, heart thumping in an irregular pattern, body not allowing a single ripple of air as she watched the blonde press a shy kiss against his lips, which he didn’t fight. It hurt to see the small smile he gave her afterwards. The handsome features of his dimple, and white smile making her knees weak even to this moment.

It was only hours ago, after a very much needed bestfriend meet, she told her she was finally gonna tell Grayson she loved him, and wanted more, and that was suppose to happen tonight. Eyes burned as she ripped them from the sight, pooling tears of anguish and embarrssment. 

Cheeks growing hot, air suddenly filling her lungs as a sob racked her body. The panicked eyes and trembling breath and soon Ethan’s face was her new sight. “Do you want me to drive you home?”

He knew exactly what she was feeling, but what confused him the most is Grayson felt the same way. Gray would tell him all the time of what was going on, and the he did hold feelings for the girl that slept in his bed nightly.

No matter how much Grayson would admit it, he never had the courage to ask her. It really had nothing to with that, it was more to do with how he felt about himself. And after many nights of staring at the ceiling with the girl he loves breath hitting the skin of his neck, he came to the conclusion. He would never be good enough for her.

Nothing he could ever do in the world would be good for her, he would never be able to just what she needed it. Y/N didn’t deserve that either, she deserved someone who was constantly there, would give her everything, but little did Grayson know he already was doing it.

She nods quietly, trying her best not to trying her best to not make any confrontation. It seemed like constant turmoil between the two, Grayson telling her that he does have feelings for her.. and then this.

She walked reluctantly, noticing Ethan’s almost not noticeable grip on her forearm. A wave of emotion hit her at once, sadness squeezing her heart, but anger bubbling deep inside her chest. A million thoughts running through her head, they weren’t actually dating, and of course she knew there was no label, but among the nights spend in each others arms, the tears, the kisses, and being there for each other there was a thought there was some kind of a mutual understanding.

Ethan opened the door of his jeep for her, seeing his phone light up from a text from Bryant but at this very moment he didn’t care. Ethan loved her it was true, but not in the romantic way, but as in the way you were truly his bestfriend, almost a sister. There were so many times he was down and Y/N was there for him, so many times she was the only reason he got through rough patches in his life. 

Of course Gray spent every day with her in a loving romantic way, but many forgot about how Ethan also spend every day with her in the loving brother/sister way. The night was chilly, breeze pinching both of their cheeks, creating patches of redness to stain them. 

It was quiet as she slipped and got lost in her own thoughts, but was soon ripped from peace as the sweet song of Gray’s ringtone sounded from her phone. Ethan’s eyes were slightly off the road, taking in the state of her. “Ethan no.”

She struggled to grab the phone but failed as if Ethan was too fast as he pressed it to the opposite ear by her. “Hello?”

“E? why are you with y/n? Why did you leave? I was calling her for a ride?” Despite being his brother, Ethan couldn’t help but feel his blood boil at the fact of what happened at the party, and now he called asking for a ride?

“She was there. And saw you kiss her.” That all it took before Gray’s side with silent with fear. Grayson didn’t know what to say except feel the small closing of his throat, a lump making it even harder to breath.

“I just left, she asked me to go home with her and i couldn’t do it. Put her on the phone?” 

E looked over to take in the sights of her, with red cheeks, swollen eyes and tears and suddenly didn’t want to put her through it. “She doesn’t want to talk.”

“E!” but Ethan didn’t bother to hear another word as he hung up. He would deal with Grayson once he got her home. The car once again filled with her ringtone and then soon after Ethan’s.

The ride which only took ten minutes seemed to reach even hours, but only due to the prolonged silence of the car and of the late night. Ethan wanted to say something, but really didn’t know how to comfort in the situation, except say his twin is an idiot, but not wanting to mention him quite yet.

“I can’t just let you leave upset like this.” Ethan pulled the jeep into park in front of your apartment. It didn’t feeling right to leave like this.

“I’ll be fine E, I’ll call you in a bit?” It took everything to give him a small smile, wrapping him in a tight hug, that was longer then necessary. but at times like these she was so grateful for a best friend like him, and wanted him to know it. “Thank you, I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Moments before that very moment, Grayson had began to walk, he didn’t know where, but just knew he had to get away from the thoughts in his head. Chest tight with emotion, knowing exactly how upset Y/N probably was right now. The kiss meant nothing, even though it might have looked like it. Grayson didn’t want to be mean, push the girl away, but when it is said she kissed me, it usually isn’t the truth but in this case it was.

It was only a half an hour later, Y/N currently wrapped in her pajamas and a blanket, cartoon’s blasting through the tv, but not much attention was on them as tears continued to break her under eyes. The sudden knock, making her rolls her eyes, despite texting Ethan for the last twenty minutes, he still came to make sure she was okay.

What was least expecting was Grayson, with heavy breath and red faced. Grayson couldn’t control his feet, as they made their way to her house, it was natural and despite the half an hour walk, he was ready to fall to his knees for her forgiveness.

The lingering look to his eyes lasting a little longer then necessary, but she didn’t dare speak not trusting her self. “I-I’m sorry.”

It was rough, raspy from the lack of breath circulating his lungs. Nothing was said again, and to him, that was the scariest moment of this whole situation, he hated silence. “Please.. listen to me.”

It was a small beg, “She kissed me - no, I don’t mean for it so sound like that. Fuck I mean, She kissed me, and I didn’t want to just push her away.” Despite practicing this speech in his head about a million times before reaching the house, he still fucked it up and now couldn’t help but the feeling of his own thumping heart breaking at the sight of her devistation.

Even with swollen eyes, red cheeks, hair thrown in every direction in a bun thrown on top her head, she was still the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. “You can wait here until E gets here.”

“No, no.” It was more for Grayson to calm down himself as he closed the door behind him. “Are you listening to me?! I don’t want anyone else.”

It was Gray’s heart that was crushed now at ignorance, and her turning to her back facing him. “Grayson no matter what you’ll say to me will make this better.”

Something sparked inside of her though, anger bubbling inside her chest now, as she turned towards him, eyes narrowing. “It’s always been like this, you’ve always known of my feelings for you, you just don’t care grayson. I’ll never forget that one night I asked if we would ever actually date, and you told me no. I was an idiot for staying, I should’ve left, and realized i would never be good enough for you.”

Gray was taken back by the words, sinking in every single one of them. “What?” His voice is horse, confusion wrinkling his forehead. “I will never be good enough for you, and that’s not fair!”

Grayson didn’t give her another moment to talk, just spit out everything that came to mind. “How could you even say that to me?! i spent so many nights thinking about us, of course I want to be with you! I want you with everything in me, I can’t even look at another female without seeing you. They don’t matter. What does matter is you, and I don’t deserve you, and can’t give you what I want despite loving you.”

As soon as those words left his mouth they both froze, words never heard to each other, but all she ever wanted to hear. “Is that what you want to hear, that I love you? because I do, fuck, I love you.”

Grayson couldn’t help but reach out for her. The one thing that stayed constant was the safeness, and comfort he felt in with her, hand resting against her cheek, eyes staring into hers. “When she kissed me, I was a little taken back, I just met her, she literally just walked up to me. I didn’t want to be mean to her, I couldn’t just push her away. The whole time all I could think of was you, and I was going to tell you about it, once I picked you up, and thought sleep next to you.”

Breath was suddenly gone, “please, say something.”

The silence was the scariest of all, Grayson mumbled something under his breath, creating a little distant between the the two, but Y/N reached back out for him, letting out tears of relief at his confession, head snuggling his shoulder.

“You’re my girl, and you don’t ever need to doubt that.” Despite the title not being used, which was kind of upsetting, she was just glad at his confession of love, that was until he said, “We’re together right? Boyfriend and Girlfriend?”

There would be no more sufferering or constant worry of what ifs, now it was just the two of them together. She nods, leaning forward to press a kiss against his lips.

"Ugh.." The opening of the door, revealing Ethan went unnoticed by the two, "I'll be in the car.."

THIS WAS WAY BETTER THE FIRST TIME I WROTE IT, but my laptop shut off and didn’t save so :) gonna make an ethan version 

[im-not-a-writer]

Jacob Frye x Reader ~ CHAPTER 5

~~Here we are my dears! Thank you for all the constant support it really means a lot! Now I don’t want to give too much away but the next few chapters aren’t going to be as fluffy and sweet just saying lol... sorry not sorry! Anyways as always if you want to be added to the taglist then please shoot me a dm! Thank you and enjoy~~

Your breath billowed out in front of you like a puff of smoke and a bitter breeze nipped at your exposed shoulders making you shiver and bring your shawl closer to you. The carriage that dropped you off rolled away to leave you standing alone on a street filled with eager party goers, dandy lads and ladies dressed in their finest all holding each others arms and smiling at each others presence. You started walking, joining the crowd, the soft sound of your heels clicking melting into the conglomerate of monotonous murmuring and soft giggling from party goers. You stepped and stared forward to admire the the estate; the gas lamps were alive with bright flames casting a soft orange glow across the courtyard and the flower beds had a thin sheet of snow draping across them reminding you of the chill in the air. An arm slid through yours and pulled you closer causing a bit of warmth to spread through your right side. The man at your side stepped in time with you, smiling and leaning closer mimicking the happy go lucky attitude of the people around you.

“You look lovely tonight darling,” Jacob whispered down at you, his smirk almost audible.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” you smiled softly back, trying not to seem like you were enjoying yourself too much as it wasn’t becoming of a lady.

His suit fitted him perfectly, turning the mischievous assassin into a dashing nobleman, it almost fooled you. You looked down at yourself and smirked at Evie’s handiwork. She chose a dark royal blue gown with champagne accents, white ruffles, and a shawl to match. The corset hugged close to your waist limiting your movements and yet the skirt provided ample room to hide the blade you had strapped to your upper thigh. Confidence surged through you unexpectedly as you strolled your way towards the entrance, wearing such a gown was a completely new experience and if you were being entirely honest you sort of enjoyed the glaces and the stares, and more importantly the attention you were getting from Jacob.

“You know the plan?” He whispered into your ear and you giggled as if he was saying some flirty bit of small talk.

“Of course. The target is Lord Clarke, best course of action is to lure him to his drawing room, kill him, take the documents, and hide his body in the maids closet.” You giggled softly and leaned closer to him, covering your words with your actions.

He slipped your invitation into your right hand and smirked when he felt the sharp edge of your hidden blade from under your shawl. He pulled you closer and whispered into your ear, warm breath tickling your cheek making you blush deep red. “You really do look ravishing tonight love and quite dangerous as well,” his voice dropped to a husky whisper only to be cut off by an inpatient doorman.

“Your invitations sir? Madam?” The doorman stared down at the both of you and you handed him your invitation with a smile and waited for Jacob to hand over his as well. “Enjoy the ball,”

You entered the estate and warmth overtook you immediately, well dressed lords and dames gossiped and chatted while waiters danced around the room holding out trays of food and drink only to be heavily ignored by the nobility in the room. The man holding your arm grabbed a glass of champagne and took a sip before tilting his head towards the center of the room.

“Do you see him?” He mumbled and you stared into the crowd.

Your eyes scanned the crowd before they caught the Lord Clarke, standing in the middle of a crowd of easily impressed men and women wearing a snow white suit with a matching top hat, he looked to be preaching about something concerning his massive wealth or his social standing and the onlookers ate it up greedily.

“Bloke in the white suit on a soapbox? How could I miss him,” You smiled and pulled a blue paper fan out from your cleavage.

“What the.. You can fit that in there!?” Jacob turned to you, shocked, breaking his character out of pure curiosity.

You giggled and hit him playfully on the shoulder before releasing his arm and unfolding the fan with a flick of your wrist, “Does it look like I have pockets in this thing? And besides, I’m full of surprises darling,” You winked and sauntered off towards your target.

Every step you took was carefully calculated to create the perfect lady persona, more importantly, the perfect single lady persona. You fanned yourself slowly, careful to keep your blade arm as concealed as possible behind your shawl, from behind the fan you could see the lord had already taken interest in you; his blue eyes caught yours and he was quick to throw a smirk your way and break from the crowd. The ladies waiting on his every breath in his little audience all shot you quick glares of annoyance and huffed, prancing away to find something else to gawk at. As he started approaching you felt your pulse quicken, your entire mission was dependent on your ability to gain the lords interest and convince him to take you upstairs.... In short you had to seduce the man… while your lover watched.

“Good evening my dear, are you enjoying yourself?” He smiled brightly at you and you brought the fan low near your lips.

“Why, yes of course my lord, the ball is absolutely lovely,” You smiled back sweetly, fluttering your eyelashes.

The lord was no doubt handsome and he knew it, dark ash blonde hair peeking from his top hat and bright oceanic blue eyes lighting up the ball room. He was taller than Jacob, slim but healthy build, and he had a smile so bright it could melt a thousand candle sticks. In all honesty you were quite pleased that this was the man you had to seduce and not some pot-bellied politician with a preference for younger women and dark liquors.

“My lady I notice, you are all alone, now how might the most beautiful woman here manage that?” He sauntered closer and spoke with the utmost confidence, “Why I do say it’s a crime for you to be alone while all these other ladies have arms to hold,”

You giggled lightly and fanned yourself a bit faster, tilting your head you leaned in a bit closer, “My lord if you’re able to keep a secret..,” He leaned down to your level and you were able to get close to his ear, “I do hate crowds, and I must say…” Your right arm rested on his, a dangerous move considering your hidden blade was just an inch or so from his skin, any wrong move and the entire mission would be a complete failure, “You are something the other men here simply are not… you are completely irresistible my lord,”

Jacob sat and watched the entire thing, he told himself it was so he could see how you were completing the mission but God knows he was watching to make sure that pompous little beanstalk didn’t lay a hand on you. He watched carefully, eyeing the way you fanned yourself, the way you tilted your head back ever so slightly as to show off your slender neck, your hand resting on his arm. He knew that he could be off gathering intel or finding some interesting item to pocket but he couldn’t take his eyes off the scene in front of him. That should be him, your hand on his arm, whispering oh so close to his ear, temptation practically dripping from the entire conversation. Jacob sipped his champagne and dusted on a fake smile but he was fighting back the urge to throw the Lord Clarke aside and claim your lips right there in front of the entire party, to let everyone know that you were his and he was yours.

“Come my dear, let’s get you away from this crowd, you look practically overwhelmed,” Lord Clarke smiled down at you and allowed one of his hands to rest on your waist while the other one took your hand lightly.

You smiled up at him and nodded slightly, “Lead the way my lord.”

The second his hand touched your waist Jacob knew he couldn’t bear to watch any further, the lord was approaching a line he dared not cross or there would be hell to pay. ‘Well, at least he’s dying soon,’ Jacob thought to himself before strolling out of the main ballroom and finding a more quiet room for him to snoop around in while you did the real work upstairs.

Lord Clarke walked slowly with you, giving you ample time to assess your surroundings and finalize your plan in your mind all while maintaining your mindless and desperate lady persona. The halls were surprisingly dark minus a few lamps here or there and the lord started to pull you closer, his hand reaching around farther and starting to drop lower than just your waist. There were large paintings on the walls, tapestries and statues lined the corridor, all paid for by the efforts of child labor.

“Right this way my lady,” He lead you to the right, allowing you to enter his drawing room before you so you could admire the decor, and so he could lock the door behind him.

The room was dark, the only light was from a gas lamp outside on the street and the moon, big and bright shining through the thin curtains and casting a silver glow across the floor. You knew he had locked the door and yet you stayed perfectly calm, this was all going according to plan. He started to walk closer and you continued to pretend that you were still admiring the paintings and the hand-carved desk. His wandering hands held onto your hips and brought you back to his chest.

“Now darling, completely alone, do you feel better?” The lust dripped from his voice and you fought back the urge to gag.

“Much,” you leaned back into his chest and allowed his hands to travel. “Why don’t we get more comfortable my lord,”

You pulled away from him and sauntered over to his desk, running your hand over the dark wood, a smirk etched onto your face. He seemed to catch your drift because in a mere second he was back with you, his hands on your waist, lifting you up to sit on his desk. You brought your hand down and started lifting up your skirts and he eagerly began running his hands over your legs, one started to travel dangerously high and you fought against every urge telling you to stab him now and get it over with, you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his face towards your neck.

“Do not tease me my lord,” You said in a husky whisper.

Lord Clarke eagerly took the hint and practically attacked your neck with his mouth, eager, sloppy kisses plagued your exposed flesh while his hand worked up dangerously high on your right thigh before it stopped. It all stopped. He pulled away from you and his hand rested on the cool blade of the dagger you had strapped to your thigh.

“What the hell?” He looked up at you and you smiled sweetly before flicking your wrist and sending your blade straight into his chest.

Swiftly you caught his body and laid him down on the ground, ready for the first real exchange of words for the night.

“You… you bloody assassins… can’t a man have a little fun,” He coughed and clutched at his chest.

“You had your fair share of fun, taking money from innocent children, throwing massive balls to distract from your thievery, putting your grubby hands on every woman who is stupid enough to talk to you, oh I do say, you have had loads of fun.” You smiled and watched as life slowly started to drain from his eyes. A rose of blood started to blossom through his white suit.

“Those children would starve if I didn’t give them a place to work, they would be on the streets playing in the filth until they die in it,” He spat, holding his wound tightly.

“Beating them, keeping them working until their limbs almost fall off, not allowing them to go home until they’ve finished work, and then taking away over half their piss poor wages… aren’t you just a good samaritan.” You shook your head and watched as the final bit of light drained from his eyes. He let out a final breath and that was all, the lord was finished. “Rest in peace…bastard” You sighed and took out a white cloth from your breasts and dragged it swiftly over the pool of blood on his chest before standing and wiping your blade clean as to not get any blood on your shawl.

You dragged the lord to the maids closet and shut the door before returning to his desk. You eyed the furniture and sighed when you realized it was ultimately drawerless, you almost forgot it entirely till you noticed two small hinges hidden under the lip of the desk. Smiling to yourself you flicked out your blade and shoved it under the lip, prying open the locked secret compartment. Nestled inside were a stack of papers, all signed by lord Clarke and ready for delivery. Swiftly you folded up the papers, shoved them down your cleavage and made your way downstairs to find Jacob.

You descended the stairs and melted into the crowd of people that were waiting for lord Clarke’s return, eagerly watching the staircase for any sign of the white clad man and his dazzling smile. You scanned the crowd but couldn’t find Jacob anywhere. You broke away from the crowd and entered a smaller room, a few party goers sat and sipped drinks and gossiped in front of a wooden folding screen that divided the room in half. You sighed and stepped swiftly behind the screen trying to think of where Jacob might be before nearly stepping on him.

The dark haired assassin was looting through a chest and perked up when you walked behind him. “There you are! You had me worried,” He stood up and smiled at you, taking your hands in his.

You smiled back and shivered as you could still feel lord Clarkes wandering hands on your body. “It’s done and I have the papers,” You patted your breasts and Jacob gawked back at you.

“You’re telling me they’re in there?!” He stammered with his mouth agape and eyes wide; he looked like a fish gasping for water.

It wasn’t long before he noticed how red the side of your neck was. It was obvious what had happened and he wasn’t thrilled.

“Is everything alright? He didn’t touch you did he?” His tone turned deathly serious and you shrugged it off.

“It was nothing, he did a number here though,” You sighed and rubbed your sore neck and Jacob growled and placed his hand over the red skin.

“He is so lucky that he’s dead or I would rip him apart.” He snarled.

You chuckled and pressed a quick kiss to his lips, relishing in the feeling for a brief second. “Come on let’s get out of here,” You took his arm and you left briskly, walking in time with each other and bidding the doorman a good night.

The chill of the night met your skin again and you pulled yourself closer to Jacob trying to steal all of his warmth for yourself, to this he chuckled and put his arm around your shoulder and continued escorting you to an empty carriage down the street. He didn’t bother with the driver instead he simply pulled the man from his seat and took his place as driver, waiting for you to enter the carriage and sit down. The older man exclaimed loudly, stumbling as he was thrown from his seat but the sound of hooves and the rolling of the carriage wheels drowned out his shouts.

In the solidarity of the carriage you could finally breathe, your mind was swimming with the events of the night; the mission, the party, the dress, and that dirty fool of a lord. You could feel his breath on your neck and his hand slithering up your gown, of course the mission had gone perfectly but you didn’t feel quite as happy as you should have. A part of you felt like you should have killed the bastard before you let him touch you but there was no telling how that could have gone, no…. You did the right thing.

The second you entered your flat you started ripping your dress off, your fingers flying to untie the corset only to be pulled away and replaced with Jacobs.

“Calm down darling, let me help you,” He chuckled and you sighed, allowing him to make quick work of the corset strings.

Once you were finally released from your fabric prison you grabbed a baggy white shirt that may or not be Jacob’s, you couldn’t care less, and you made your way upstairs to your bed where he was already laying down reading the documents you took. He looked at you and grinned happily.

“Is that my shirt?” He questioned.

“Probably,” You smiled and climbed over him to lay down on the other side of the bed. You rested your head on his chest and sighed.

Jacob put the documents on the floor and wrapped his arms around you, “Tell me what happened,”

And so you did. You told him everything and although he was astonished with how you completed the mission so well and he was just as upset as you were. “You did what you had to do… you did a good job,”

“You know, you’re the only man that’s ever touched me..” You sighed and listened to his heart beat.

      “Is that so?” Jacob smirked and pressed a kiss to your lips and you lifted yourself up to hover over him. “I can’t blame the bastard though, you looked absolutely amazing in that gown,” He smirked and you scoffed in return.

You sat up entirely and captured his lips, your hands moved up to hold his and you started positioning yourself to straddle his hips. You leaned down and continued to kiss him, lips moving in harmony before you pushed farther, getting more and more eager with every second. He tried to move his hands but you were holding him down sternly, holding his wrists near his head, not allowing him what he wanted so desperately. Slowly you left his lips leaving him gasping and you started to move your kisses further south, stopping to nip and suck at his exposed neck, smiling against his skin as he let out a deep moan.

“My aren’t you an eager one?” He exclaimed after catching himself moan.

You smirked in reply and you shifted your weight a bit, receiving another deep moan as a reward, “You’re the only man that’s ever touched me love, being so close to another man… I missed you” You giggled and continued off where you were on his neck.

“Oh darling…” he let out a pleasured sigh as you found a sweet spot on his neck. “I missed you too.”

He finally broke free from your grip and his hands flew to your body, one resting on your hip the other tangling itself in your hair, he brought your face back up to his and your lips collided in a passionate dance. Jacob started to sit up, your legs wrapped around his waist and his arms wrapped around your middle bringing you flush to his chest. One of his hands started to snake up your shirt, resting on your bear back and you rested your hands on his chest, your fingers running over his exposed crow tattoo.

“So is this how our evening is going to go?” He pulled away and tilted his head, a cheeky grin on his face.

“I think so,” You smiled and giggled softy.

“Sounds good to me dear,” A wild fire was lit behind his hazel eyes but you stopped him in his tracks.

You smirked devilishly and tugged on his trousers. “You’re not going to need these,”

~~Taglist: 

@littlewhitefairy7777 @temerey @talesfromassassiansguardian @eliffromthebrotherhood @i-am-totes-sherlocked @icarrotcake @seapandaftw @pwedatorpanda @comic-freak @nunalula

[tenchikothefangirl]

Where’s Henry?

In honor of a very special event that occurred today in the @ask-joeydrewstudios blog, I have actually decided to do my job and write something, dammit. This is the chaos I have created as a result this evening, at 11 p.m. Enjoy the chaos!

Every little sound was setting him on edge. Every creak of the door and every rustle of paper, was a break in the silence so thick Joey thought it must be made of cotton. He tried to direct his focus elsewhere—paperwork, scripts, reports from the maintenance crew. The words skittered and danced along the pages, mocking him.

Goddammit.

Joey was pretty sure he was losing his mind.

He tossed aside his pen, absently noting the ache in his hands. He rubbed the complaining joints and scanned around his office. Surely he had some sort of mindless busy work in need of attention around here.

Next thing he knew, he was walking out of his office and heading toward his apartment. He wasted an unreasonable amount of time making a fresh pot of tea, and by the time he was done, his counter was spotless, the trash can emptied, and the items in his refrigerator rearranged. Three times.

He didn’t even bother stepping back into his office. Instead, his cup in hand, he went straight for the animation department. If he sped up a little the closer he came, no one was there to see. His heart faltered when he rounded the corner to zero in on Henry’s desk. Empty. Not a single page of work was set (Henry always took his work home with him), and the chair was still pulled aside so the animator could slip into it as smoothly as possible.

Bendy sat next to the chair, not daring to touch a speck of dust. The little toon’s eyes brightened at first until he recognized that it was just his father. His tail fell limp and wrapped around his left leg. Joey’s shoulders fell at the sight. Bendy and Joey looked at one another, but didn’t say a word.

In the room across from Henry’s desk, the rest of the animation team was busy but tense. There was nothing but frowns, and Joey caught a few tense murmurs rumbling among them. One man even snipped at his neighbor.

“Mr. Drew?”

The man behind the voice stood behind him sorting through a collection of papers. Oh, this was one of the newbies. What was his name again? It started with an A…

Joey stepped out of the way, but had to ask, “Has Henry showed up yet?”

The young man quirked a brow, unsurprised. “Sorry, sir, but no.”

“Has anyone gotten any calls from him?”

The man shrugged. “As far as I know, no.”

Joey nodded, his grip on his cup’s handle tightening. He let the young man return to his work, and retreated back to his office where he soon set aside his untouched cup next to the other four.

Joey Drew might have thought he was doing well, keeping his worries in check and away from everyone else, but unfortunately, his mood was a plague that spread fast and infected everyone else in the studio.

As a matter of fact, things were already coming to a head in the break room.

“Can you believe it!?” Sammy raged, slamming his cup of coffee onto the table. “Joey has come in and out of my department six times—six times—today, telling me how to do my job! I swear if the tapes weren’t still rolling, I would have clobbered the bastard!”

“No, you wouldn’t have.” Susie grabbed Sammy by the arm and dragged him into the nearest chair. His scowl never wavered, but his leg was bouncing so fast, the table rattled.

Shawn, who had been listening to Sammy’s incessant tirade, frowned. “I’d hate to say it, but I can understand that completely.” He groaned as he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “It’s one thing to get a surprise visit every once ’n a while, but this is ridiculous. Hardly an hour into my work, and Mr. Drew is in and out, scannin’ over every doll we make.” His face screwed up in distaste. “Not a word said between a hello and a goodbye.”

Lacie scoffed and joined the table. “At least you don’t have Mr. Drew ask’n for progress reports every hour. Can’t do a lick of work with him breathin’ down my neck.”

“Joey’s just been having a weird day,” Susie said calmly. Another unnamed employee offered Susie a drink that she politely declined.

“Yeah, but it was creepy,” Shawn said.

“And annoy’n” Lacie added while Sammy nodded.

“If ya wanna talk creepy—“ Wally walked into the break room, mop clasped in an iron hold. “Get this: Henry’s not here.”

All movement in the room stopped. Everyone stared at Wally, before Sammy broke the silence with a snort.

“Very funny, Franks.”

“No, I wish I was that funny! He’s really not here.”

“What are you talk’n about, Wally, that man’s always here,” Lacie replied. “It’s a wonder he ever leaves.”

“Oh yeah? I can prove it!”

“Oh here we go.”

Wally stuck his tongue at Sammy and said, “Just look.” He marched over to the cabinet. With a grand wave of the hand, he threw open the door. It swung open with a clatter. It almost rattled shut, but Wally caught it. He gestured toward the top shelf.

Everyone became quiet.

Susie, hesitant, slowly rose from her chair. Her heels clicked loudly along the hardwood floor as she walked. She almost wavered before reaching for the item on the shelf, and she examined it as though it was a cursed, foreign object.

With wide eyes, she looked at the group, and held up the item. “It’s…it’s Henry’s mug.”

A chair shrieked, and Sammy was at her side in a flash. He snatched the mug from her hands. After a solid five minutes of scrutiny… “Holy shit, it’s clean.”

“Yeah, and so’s his desk,” Wally said, a smug grin on his face. “See for yourself.”

One of the unnamed employees ran out of the room and down the hall. After a tense minute, the remaining group heard the guy scream, “OH MY GOD!”

In record time, the entire studio was uncomfortably aware that Henry Batim was not at work today, and Joey definitely had not scheduled a week off for him. Some checked their calendars and annoyed the secretary three or four times just to be sure. The animators were harassed, but not one of them could explain this phenomenon away. The gossipers got more incredulous as this sick game of telephone circulated.

Some even say that Grant Cohen stepped out of his office to ask around himself.

The members of the main crew who were still gathered in the break room stared at one another, in disbelief, worry hanging over their heads like a dark, stormy cloud.  

“Should…” Susie began, “Should someone call his house to check on him?”

No one moved.

“I’ve tried a coupla times already.” Wally shook his head, leaning heavily on his mop. He made the cut-throat motion with his hand. “Nada.”

“This is bullshit,” Sammy said, still staring at the mug.

“I’m telling ya, it’s a sign of the apocalypse. And you can bet that when the sky falls, I’m outta here.”

Bendy sat at Henry’s desk, trying not to fidget. He wanted to curl into a ball but didn’t dare when there were so many people in the next room. So many witnesses… When that one rando employee had run off screaming, Bendy felt his panic rise, but he stubbornly refused to move.

“He’s just a little late,” he mumbled. “Papa said so, so he must be.” He wrapped his arms around his legs. “He’s gotta be.”

“Bendy? Are you still here?” Bendy looked up to see Alice standing over him. Her hands were on her hips, but her frown was a concerned one. She got herself situated on the ground with him. “It’s been hours, Bendy.”

“I’m waiting for Henry.” He scowled and faced the wall.

Alice sighed. “This is getting ridiculous.” Bendy ignored her. “Haven’t you set up that ink bucket yet?” she asked.

Maybe if he ignored her, she’d go away.

“I think there’s a slice of cake that Sammy hasn’t eaten yet,” Alice said. “It’s double layer. You could scrape off the icing in the middle and replace it with ink, no problem.”

Wonder how much longer it’ll take for Henry to come? Hopefully Papa Drew will give him a earful for all this trouble.

Alice hummed and then gasped. “What about that invisible ink? You annoyed Wally for hours about it yesterday.” She poked the back of his head. “Don’t you wanna try it?” she asked playfully.

“No.”

Alice recoiled. Although Bendy didn’t see it, a scowl formed on her face. If she was a colored toon, her face would have become boiling red. “Okay that does it.”

Faster than he could have thought possible—and, for a toon, that was saying something—Alice scooped him up and threw him over her shoulder.

“Hey! Put me down, Al! Alice!” He pounded his fists on her shoulder and squirmed like a drowning snake. “Lemme go, you jerk!”

“Bite me. I dare you,” she shot back. “We’re fixing this right now, or so help me—“ As soon as she passed by the stairs, she shouted, “BORIS! DRAG YOUR TAIL UP TO PAPA DREW’S OFFICE. NOW!”

By the time Alice toed their father’s office door open, Bendy gave up struggling in favor of making himself dead weight for his sister to lug around. Boris caught up to them, tail dragging and ears pressed to the back of his head. Alice ignored them both and marched inside.

“Papa?” Alice called as she came in. Joey looked up just in time to see Alice hold Bendy up by the arms. “This”—She gave Bendy a careful shake—“and this”—she used Bendy to gesture to Boris—“is a problem.” She then dropped Bendy like a sack of potatoes, and he yelped.

“What was that for!?”

Alice ignored him and marched over to the door. “Oh, and did I forget about this?”

She wrenched the door open, and if one listened carefully, they could hear the sound of someone screaming in the hallway about Henry’s empty desk. Her point made, she snapped the door closed and moved aside a seventh untouched cup of tea so she could place her hands on their father’s desk.

“Papa,” she asked softly, “where’s Henry?”

Joey was quiet for a minute there, the senseless scribbles on his papers long forgotten. He was an absolute mess. Although he’d begun the day no better or worse than any other day, his vest was now hanging on a chair while his sleeves were pushed back as far as possible (the ceiling fan was at its highest setting as well), and his bowtie hung loose. His hair looked like it’s been combed through with his fingers multiple times, and he kept tapping his pen against the blank paper at an obnoxiously rapid pace.

Tptptptptptptptptptptp

Joey took in a deep breath, the taps slowing. “Honestly, sweetie…I…I don’t know.” There was a moment allowed for it to sink in. “I don’t know…and it’s driving me crazy.”

Bendy and Boris jumped while Alice slid easily out of the way when their father suddenly stood to pace.

“I don’t know where he is, why he hasn’t come in, and he isn’t answering his phone—believe me, I couldn’t begin to recall how many times I—” He sucked in a deep breath. He rubbed his temples, brows furrowed, and let out a loud sigh.

Bendy and Boris exchanged worried looks. What could they do? Papa Drew was usually so calm and easy going. If things were this bad, then…what did that say about Henry being missing?

“Papa,” Alice said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Maybe it would be a good idea if you headed over to Henry’s house.”

Joey blinked, dumbfounded.

“It’s mayhem in here,” Alice said, flinging her arms in the air, “More than usual! Everything’s gone bananas because Henry’s not here. You need to check up on him.”

There was a long stretch of silence. Joey looked from one toon to the other. Bendy shuffled his feet, anxious. Boris’s eyes shone, worried and sad. Alice offered her father a confident nod. After a second, Joey slowly began to nod as well.

“You’re right,” he mumbled slowly. The toons jolted when Joey suddenly slapped his hands on the desk. “You are absolutely right.” He seemed to spring back to life as he went about gathering items around the office. He opened up his desk drawer and started rifling through his things as he rambled on, “You three go let the others know that I’ll be out for a bit. Oh where are my keys?”

Moving closer to his father, Boris scanned the desk, and his eyes eventually lit up. “Oh right there!” He pointed them out to Joey.

“Thank you!” Joey fished them out. “It shouldn’t take too long. Their house is about…eh, twenty minutes away—”

Alice offered Joey his vest. He slid into it as best he could, still rambling, “I’ll call to let you all know what’s going on, so stay by the phone, and I’ll—“

Prrrrrrrring Prrrrring!

Joey and the toons jumped when the ringing began.

Prrrrring!

Speak of the devil.

Prrrrring!

The four all looked at each other, and then they looked at the phone vibrating on the wall. Joey practically charged after the phone, the toons skittering behind him. He snatched the phone off its cradle and pressed it into his ear so fast, he was almost certain he’d snap the chord.

“Henry!?” he asked immediately. His heart was pounding as he waited to hear an answer.

“Joey—”

Oh thank GOD! “Oh my GOODNESS,” he cried, relief flooding his veins. His boy’s voice was the greatest thing he’d heard all day. The toons looked at one another, eyes alight.

“Where on earth are you??” Joey demanded, “Are you OKAY!? Do you even know how late you are!?”

Did Joey even know how late it was!? When was the last time he looked at a clock? “I have been worried sick all day—”

“Joey.”

Joey had half a mind to tell Henry to not Joey him young man, but he was already on a roll. “I was about ready to come check in on you two.”

The toons were trying to listen to Henry’s end of the line, but clearly they knew better than to get close while Joey’s voice was starting to rise.

“I mean, you NEVER just NOT COME IN without some kind of call prior—”

—And nothing short of death would usually stop Henry from coming i—Oh god. Dianne. The baby!

“E-even if you couldn’t, then Diane would—”

But she didn’t. Oh god. Oh god!

“And yet, WHAT ON—“

“JOEY!”

“WHAT!?”

From the other end of the line, Joey could hear Henry take in a deep breath. When he spoke again, Henry’s voice was soft, almost in reverent disbelief. Quietly, he said, “You’re a grandfather, Joey.”

His panic jerked to an abrupt halt, and it took him a moment for the words to register. The toons became nervous when Joey didn’t say anything. Meanwhile, Joey could only imagine the grand smile spreading across Henry’s face. It took a second for him to realize that his own lips were pulling into a small smile.

“…Really?!”

((Aaaand then Grandpa Drew runs out of the studio and leaves his kids to explain what the heck just happened. It takes a bit for everyone to calm the frick down. Joey might have forgotten his wallet.

 Happy Birthday, Ben. Welcome to the nuthouse—I mean family

—Tenchiko))

[midnightinkdreams]

Andante

Pairing: Cassian Andor x Reader

A/N: I’ve had three quarters of this fic written for a while now so I sat and finished it up. I enjoyed writing it but it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything and I’m not completely confident about how it turned out. [so any feedback would be really appreciated.]

Summary: A college!AU roughly based on a prompt from this post:

“We live on the same floor and the dorm between ours always has REALLY loud sex so now we’re both in the main lounge at two am do you want this last bite of ice cream?” 

It’s been a long day-- hell, a long week if you’re being honest-- and all you want to do is eat ice cream in bed while watching something completely mindless on Netflix.

So, considering the way your luck’s been lately, it really doesn’t come as a surprise when, as soon as you enter your room, you find yourself assaulted by the sound of loud moaning from next door.

You resist the urge to throw something at the wall-- really, why does the damn thing have to be so thin?-- and focus instead on getting what you need and getting out of your room.

Depositing your backpack on the bed, you grab a pint of Ben&Jerry’s and head out to the TV room down the hall. As you hit play on Pride and Prejudice and settle back with your ice cream you can’t help but wonder if Cassian will join you tonight.

It’s been a while since the first time you’d come home to the extremely loud noises of your neighbour having sex (though why she felt the need to get laid in the middle of the week, on only the second day of classes, you still don’t know).

You’d taken refuge in the empty common room with your laptop and some snacks. Barely a half hour later a boy with messy black hair and brown eyes and the cutest dimples (the cutest smile) had hesitantly asked if you’d mind if he came in.

After about ten minutes of awkward silence you’d gotten to talking and the both of you had a good laugh over the fact that it was the same noisy neighbor who’d driven you both to the common room. He’s funny and easy to talk to and over time, it becomes something of a tradition for you both to escape to one of the common areas in the dorm when your mutual neighbor has her boyfriend over.

This particular night is no different: the movie has just crossed the halfway point when the door is opened a crack and Cassian pops his head around it.

He flashes a smile when he sees that you’re alone and makes his way over to the couch to plonk himself down next to you. After all, this has happened so often that you’ve both long since done away with the standard pleasantries.

“How long do you think it’ll go tonight?” he asks by way of greeting.

You turn towards him, finding that he is a lot closer than you had expected. And for a minute, just one fleeting moment, you contemplate closing the gap and pressing your lips to his. It’s not the first time you’ve had the thought, and you’re willing to bet it won’t be the last.

It’s all you can do to shake the thought away and shrug in response to his question.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he huffs, “I should just mentally prepare myself to crash here tonight.”

You hum your agreement and silence falls over the pair of you as you return your attention to the movie and your ice cream. (And tearing your attention away from him is, as always, rather hard.)

But before long you feel his gaze on you and when you turn to him, you find that he’s looking at you with the barest hint of a smirk, and there’s a distinctly mischievous spark dancing in his eyes.

“Ever think of getting back at them? Our lovely neighbor and her boyfriend?” he asks.

His eyes seem darker, liquid, and you think he’s turning a little red.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, you know, just, giving them a taste of their own medicine.”

He ducks his head as he speaks, looking away from you, and yes, he is most definitely blushing.

“No, I have-” you cut yourself off mid-sentence as you suddenly realize what he means, and even as you start speaking again you can feel the heat rising in your own cheeks, “wait, is that...are you hitting on me?”

He huffs out a laugh, and draws himself up, shifting ever so slightly so that his shoulder no longer brushes yours.

“Well, obviously I wasn’t doing a very good job of it if you felt the need to ask.”

He chuckles again, as if to shake off his embarrassment, and then his mouth twists into a wry smile, and he returns his attention to the screen. You glance up yourself to find that Darcy is approaching Lizzie through the sun-drenched fields and the movie is going to end soon and really if you don’t say something now-- even after the perfect opening that Cassian has given you-- then you deserve to be left pining after him forever.

“I have this rule,” you begin, and you’re so nervous that the words come out as barely more than a whisper.

“Yeah?” he prompts, turning back to you, eyes suddenly wide with hope.

“No sex till the fifth date.”

Whatever strange courage you had managed to gather dissipates the instant the words are out of your mouth. And you find yourself with your heart in your throat- gods, what is wrong with you? Did you really have to be so damn forward? Who says something like that? Obviously he was just joking and so are you, but you’re also hoping that he’ll realize you actually do want go out with him. What is he going to think of-

“Okay. How would you feel about dinner followed by a movie tomorrow night?”

It’s nothing special, but movies do seem to be a thing for the pair of you.

And he’s smiling at you, actually smiling, cheeks dimpling and eyes dancing, and you feel as if you could melt with relief. So you do, and with a shrug and a casual smile, you lean back into his side, your multiple concerns from earlier mostly forgotten.

“Depends on the movie,” you tell him, tone flippant; you know it’s perfectly clear to him that you don’t actually care what movie it is as long as you’re watching it with him.

“They’re playing ‘How to Train Your Dragon’ at the uni theatre.”

You’re not looking at him, but that smile is still in his voice and he’s shifting closer to you.

“It’s a date,” you tell him.

He laughs and throws one arm around your shoulders as you laugh too, two parts excitement and one part relief. Because you still can’t quite believe the wonderful turn your evening has taken. (Whoever said your luck’s been bad?)

[gallyg]

Extended Thoughts on Breath of the Wild (spoilers below the cut)

Breath of the Wild simultaneously feels like an idealized distillation of what Zelda is all about, and a very un-Zelda-like experience. The resulting experience feels both nostalgically celebratory, but also unfettered by traditions that don’t benefit the experience. I went into the game with some degree of cynicism, as I don’t care for survival mechanics and the game seemed to be drifting further and further from a formula that I basically liked as a Zelda fan, but I was pleasantly surprised on both ends.

Perhaps I would have known  more about what the survival mechanics in Breath of the Wild were going to entail if I had paid more attention to the pre-release information, but I was trying to stay away from it since I am a doormat for Aonuma and will buy the game anyway, even if I thought it'd be bad, just to keep up on what's going on with the franchise. Or maybe it was never clear. Either way, I don't really care for the idea of having to hunt for food to feed myself because I get hungry. I was relieved to discover that there isn't actually a hunger mechanic. You hunt for healing items or elixir ingredients, but you only need to cook them if you want to heal yourself or create a potion to give you specific buffs. Cooking is a rather tedious, boring process, but at least you only need to do it on occasion to stock up on healing items and elixirs. You can even just eat the fruits and meats raw for a small heal if you don't want to cook anything.

The interesting consequence of this is that you don't have straight-up hearts to collect anymore. Grass drops almost nothing in this game and monsters only drop cooking and crafting material. This is part of a trend Zelda has been on lately with cutting out random consumable drops like arrows and bombs. It all started when Twilight Princess decided not to have random bomb drops, and it comes to a head now when enemies only kind of have random arrow drops if they had a bow and arrow. This makes me curious what exactly the "hard mode" DLC they have planned for Breath of the Wild will entail. Hero Mode is the recent Zelda standard hard mode, and its main feature is the lack of heart drops. The only difference here would be increased enemy health and damage, which really just makes the game more annoying than hard. Here's hoping for more of a Master Quest approach to the game's difficulty, as the puzzles in Breath of the Wild are significantly less demanding than the combat.

This leads me to the other big part of Breath of the Wild's survival mechanics: weapon degradation. The Master Sword is the only weapon you have that won't break, and even it will need to recharge every once in a while. Everything else? Shit breaks after a few skirmishes, at best. If you're fighting a stronger enemy like a Guardian or a Lynel, you will often have to burn through two or three swords just to take a single enemy down. This is substantially more annoying than the cooking, as it is an omnipresent fact that every single weapon you find that you like is either going to be relegated to "too good to use" territory or be quickly disposed of, as there isn't even a way to repair damaged weapons in this game, as far as I could find, anyway.

This is a small annoyance that never really stopped nagging at me, but it is basically the only negative to this game's combat. Wind Waker gave the combat a more fluid feeling, and Twilight Princess and Skyward Sword gave you more ways to act in combat, but the core issue of enemies being weak and passive has only ever been slightly addressed. In Breath of the Wild, running from a fight is not an easy get-out-of-jail-free option, because enemies tend to be quite aggressive in chasing you down. Rushing headfirst into battle is also not a mindless exercise in button mashing on most enemies, because the monsters of this game actually attack when you'd expect something trying to kill you would. Nothing like Twilight Princess's bokoblins dancing and screeching an inch from your face for thirty seconds before finally doing a half-heart attack. The enemies in this game will mess you up if you let your guard down. If you decide to invest in stamina over hearts in the early game, you can find yourself regularly getting one-shot by normal monsters. I think this change is especially welcome in The Breath of the Wild, as it does make the more substantial resource management of its survival mechanics feel more relevant.

I mentioned earlier that the puzzles were a bit easier than the combat, and while I stand by that, I don't want that to come across as a slight against the puzzles, because the puzzle design of this game is absolutely brilliant. This game takes full advantage of its systems when it comes to the puzzles. While you might find a Sheikah shrine that clearly wants you to use all your abilities to move some blocks in such a way that they stay in place and finish an electrical current, you can also just throw all your metal weapons at the circuit to make the connection. You might be expected to use stasis to launch an object at a button across a long body of water, but you can also just build yourself a little bridge with ice blocks, three at a time, until you can push the button yourself. You might be expected to manipulate the room geometry to carefully maneuver yourself higher up, but you can also just use your high jump if you've already completed the dungeon that gives you that. This all technically makes the puzzles "easier", and even the intended solutions tend to be pretty straight-forward, but the way you are allowed to experiment and abuse all the games mechanics to achieve success makes for a great system of player expression. Or to put it less pretentiously, it's fun.

All in all, I like the exploration in Breath of the Wild. It's freedom from the moment you finish the tutorial, and there's always more to find. My only complaint really is that the visuals can get a bit boring. The vast majority of the overworld feels the same with the repeating theme of fields and trees and mountain ranges. There's a few areas that are a bit different, of course, but it's mostly just the dungeon quests around those aesthetics, so most of the exploring still happens in that eternal green field. Fun to traverse, rewarded with finding tons of shrines with interesting puzzles, not a whole lot to look at while you're doing it.

I've heard people complain about the enemy variety, and I do think it makes the world feel a bit bland when combined with the above point, but I think it's made up for to some extent by how many references to the rest of the series there are. Nothing to Spirit Tracks, sadly, but Phantom Hourglass's cast has some islands named after them, Tingle's brothers get some islands, Koholint gets a mountain, Fi gets alluded to, the Wind Waker races are back, even Minish Cap gets a shoutout. And of course, Ocarina of Time gets referenced plenty because of Ocarina of Time privilege.

I am a timeline theorist, so the fact that all these references seem contradictory is exciting to me. It's been a long time since Hyrule Historia and we haven't really had a game that muddied the timeline since then. The Sheikah, Rito, and Zora all co-existing in healthy numbers like they do here makes no sense, even if we grant that every name on the map is just a coincidence. It's fun to think about, and the general conclusion I've come to is that if it is meant to make any literal sense, the Hyrule Historia timeline is useless in discerning that sense. Aonuma even confessed that the timeline he works off of changes to suit the purposes of whatever game they're currently developing. Three games and six years have passed since Hyrule Historia. The timeline they work off of has definitely changed as well. And that's even ignoring my general opinion that the authorial intent does not matter when it comes to theorizing.

That's just speaking literally, though. What the game feels like, to me, is the metaphorical resolution of the Zelda series. The last major game introduced the concept of Demise's spirit and felt like the true origin of the legend. This game features Calamity Ganon, an ethereal spirit/eldritch horror that feels like a spirit that has put up with dozens of lifetimes and thousands of years of anger and frustration. It has degraded into a horrific form, a return to that force of nature Demise was before being reincarnated as Ganondorf so many times. You are not fighting a man or a beast, you are fighting hatred and malice incarnate. This combined with the inclusion of may beloved elements from all the games, timeline coherence be damned, makes me believe that this game is meant to be the definitive end of the story, not just of the adult, child, or downfall timeline, but to Zelda as a whole.

Or maybe it's just after Adventure of Link, I donno.

Random Thoughts:

The Koroks in this game are tear-wrenchingly adorable in this game. Only the ones in the forest, though. The Koroks in the overworld don’t have any unique character or dialogue.

I played this game with my girlfriend and she put forth the amazing idea of having to find replacement Champions for the Divine Beasts as an alternate version of the story. Riju pilots Vah Naboris, Teba pilots Vah Medoh, Yunobo pilots Vah Radunia, and Sidon pilots Vah Ruta. I love this idea and consequently hate that they just had ghosts pilot the Divine Beasts instead.

Remember not that long ago when Twilight Princess, Phantom Hourglass, and Spirit Tracks made it seem like we were headed toward a Steampunk aesthetic? Funny how the somewhat cybertech aesthetic of the Twili are what seems to have stuck around more, with Fi being basically a robot, Skyward Sword having literal robots, and now this game straight up just giving Link an iPad.

So the magic meter is never coming back, right? Right. Damn shame. I don’t like the stamina meter as much.

Much as I enjoy the more open games, I do hope that we eventually see more linear Zelda games. I love the more structured take on things as well. Both of the last two mainline games opted to give you every relevant item from the start over the traditional approach of gaining items throughout the game to unlock the ability to get to new places, which as a Metroid fan I love. Even if it is technically less freedom, it feels more rewarding because when you get somewhere and beat the challenges there, your prize is basically more ability to explore the world.

People complain that this game had no good music but Stone Talus is right here:

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reduced Carbohydrate Diet Plans, Are They A Good Idea?

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Eat slowly and within a measured sum. In other words, plan your junk food. Enjoy the snack, put any fork or spoon down and really taste who you really are eating. Don't gulp meals and wash it down with a liquid in addition to. Did you comprehend it take twenty minutes for mental to know you are full? Be patient! When your stomach is full, the tendency of mindless snacking will cut back on. CKD's aren't very anabolic. Despite it's initial name, the Anabolic Diet (also known like the Metabolic Diet) will not increase your lean weight by very much. Although the dishes are very accomplished at preserving muscle mass, but anti-catabolism and anabolism are 2 different processes. Plenty of the size increase that you just will experience while on his or her diet will be due mostly to the weekend carbo loading. When you are looking to get big associated with CKD's, a person won't be big daily. Carbs constitute a great deal of a muscle's size, and who have'nt experienced it (i.e. 5-day ketogenic phase), you won't look as big or as muscular as you'll want to be all the time. When in doubt, usually opt for a physical exercise-type gift for the dieter. Exercising one of this finest ways for dieters in weight excellent. Research has demonstrated that dieters who increase exercise with their weight management system can certainly reduce alot more than instances as much fat as other dieters. Regular have a superior rate of maintaining pounds. There are numerous enjoyable weight reduction gifts. A low cost option may be to provide numerous workout DVDs. Try one thing fun like belly dancing or TaeBo. Mix workouts up supplies them some new and authentic items to utilize. You may never understand what your gift may possibly encourage your crooks to do. And so we try fad diets, we count calories, we count carbs, we count fat, we starve ourselves, as well as several of us even use harmful drugs or supplements designed to speed up our metabolisms. ketogenic Diet There is presently a new set of bars called Crunch pubs. These will be reformulated MedifastBars tend to be now much closer towards the other nutritional supplements and which they are now interchangeable with the shakes as well products. So you can crunch up to five bars a day! They contain either 12g or 13g each select depending of what bar your. Remember, in case you are ketogenic weight loss exercising or are active, you it is fair to account to do this in much better. You will need to provide yourself but now proper nutrition to support your activity. Sugar intake is the main topic on any watch list on a healthy diet regimen. Many people believe that liquid is appropriate replacement for sugary soda drinks. This isn't the case because these juices will contain more sugar than just a regular serving of can in fact. Whatever it is that we consume, discovered understand the significance of it.

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2018: In Review

At this point in time, I feel like my blog is 100% reblogs of memes and ridiculous videos of animals and maybe some gratuitous selfies. Originally, Shaneth Varosa was supposed to be a place for me to publish some of my articles about music and try to facilitate discussion about these releases. Unfortunately, life gets in the way, and I can’t write like I used to. While here on Christmas break from work, and with the next hour or so of free time I have, I wanted to go over some of the artists that did The Most this year and recommend their work in case you’re in need of something new and exciting. See more after the cut! 

I’d like to start with about five honorable mentions and then move in to the ten artists who did the best job at promoting their craft and developing something sincere and meaningful. These honorable mentions all had really great releases, but overall didn't feel very impactful to pop culture overall. 

1. Florence And The Machine - High As Hope  was absolutely one of my most anticipated albums this year, especially after the amazing lead single was released out of the clear blue sky. The follow up single, Hunger, is one of the most relatable tracks in her discography. However, the lack of overall energy was somewhat disappointing despite the lyrics being 100% on point. 

2. Miyavi - I’m not sure I’m as big a fan of the Samurai Guitarist as I used to be, however he really is expanding upon his talents and schmoozing with the right people. A feature from Samuel L. Jackson was no small feet and he really did some neat guitar work on his third collaborative album this year. 

3. Crystal Kay - A Japanese/American pop star with a voice like Janet Jackson, but does not always make the strongest choices when it comes to album tunes. Her singles for this era were almost entirely ballads, so when she released an album with actual bangers for the summer, I was very impressed.

4. Cher - Usually, when Cher releases an album it is a shoe-in victory for album of the year. However, she really only did a cover album of songs, even if they were completely amazing songs. Here’s hoping she has a collection of original material to release soon. 

5. DADAROMA - A newer VK mainstay, but they haven’t actually released a full collection in over two years. Instead, they’re focusing on singles and EPs. This year, they began with “This is Live” which really blew me away following their lackluster third installment of the Dadaism series. They rounded out the year with the fourth installment which was also a significant improvement. However, in 2019, they should consider an album. 

Without any further ado, the top ten artists who really Did That this year:

10. Troye Sivan: I am a sucker for a good Gay Tune and “Bloom” had 12 of them. It’s rare when you find an album that has no tracks you want to skip, and maybe I’m biased, but there isn't one track that isn’t relatable to me and most of my pals. Highlights: Plum, Dance to This, Animal. 

9. CHVRCHES: Every couple of years, I’m guaranteed an over-the-top synth album from this group. Their debut found me at just the right time and their follow up found me at just the right time as well. These two albums really struck a chord with me personally and so naturally I was through the roof the Love is Dead was announced. While the production and vocal performance was totally still there, the lyrical content didn’t quite get me the way the previous albums did. Highlights: Graffiti, Graves, Deliverance.

8. Kamijo: Interesting how my favorite male singer and my favorite female singer both released albums this year and how neither of them made top five. Well, of course they were both excellent, but something stopped them from being everything they could be. Kamijo’s newest solo effort came in four parts and they were all a little confusing. Sang’s main storyline seemed to insinuate Napoleon Bonaparte was a vampire and the third installment of the album was a duet with vocaloid Hatsune Miku. Not to say the vocal performance and composition weren’t top of the line, but I just don’t know what he was trying to do with this era. Highlights: Sang II, Emigre, Nosferatu. 

7. Dir en grey: The world’s most iconic shock-rock band finally returned to us after a four year hiatus. This year’s Insulated World really did give us something to behold: A concept album that wasn’t completely based on mindless violence and fake-deepery. Sure, Kyo does his standard noise-making throughout a lot of the album, but I firmly believe this is their best work in about ten or more years. Highlight: Ranunculus, Keigaku no Yoku (Ravenous Greed), Ningen wo Kaburu (Suffering Human Beings). 

6. The 1975: A recent favorite of mine. Their singles for this era really enraptured what it is to be in your late 20′s in today’s day and age. Their whole album ended up being somewhat bizarre and ballad-heavy, but everything they put out before the main LP was fire and deeply, personally relatable. Highlights: Give Yourself a Try, Love it If We Made It, I Like America and America Likes Me. 

5. David: Most who will read this post will probably not know that “David” is a pseudonym for VK heavy-hitter Sui. This man started out in Metis Gretel many years ago, moved to a band called Megaromania, worked briefly with Lin before ultimately achieving his solo project which is easily the best thing he’s ever done. Probably because it is produced by Kamijo, but I digress. This year, he gave us his first solo album released in too-many parts, but the overall product was outstanding. His visuals even made him look like a true-blue cartoon character. Highlights: Confession (Awakening and Genesis), Genesis (In Bible), Metempsychosis. 

4. Panic! At the Disco: This band, whom we all know is just Brendan Urie, blew me away several years ago with Death of a Bachelor and the only way he could go at the time was down. DOAB was one of my top 25 albums of all time and I didn’t think he could outdo himself, but the energy given to us on Pray For the Wicked was genuinely dumbfounding. His lyrics were and are always at the forefront of what makes him special and for that reason I’m ecstatic that I have “Filthy as Charged” on a t-shirt. Also, he managed to make the title track of “The Greatest Showman” into the banger hit I knew it could be. Highlights: Dancing’s Not a Crime, Dying in LA, Old Fashioned. 

3. Asagi: For those of you who don’t know, Asagi is another heavy-hitter in the VK world. He did attempt a solo project back in the day, but it didn’t take off. This year, thankfully, it really did in the biggest way and he didn't let his main project, D, suffer at all. Fans were getting bored of D’s constant Vampire and/or Alice in Wonderland themes and so he basically said “I hear your pleas, here is what we give you” and released a traditional Japanese album with a modern twist in January as the true beginning of his solo presence. The man then followed up with several incredible singles with D including Revive and Deadly Sin, both of whom had insane B-Sides. Highlights: Madara (Chestnut Tiger Butterfly), Gekkai no Miko (Children of the Moon World), Homuzakura (Hidden Cherry Blossoms). 

2. the GazettE: An absolutely legendary band, one of the fewest VK success stories to be told. They’ve released so many concept albums over the years with stacks and stacks of successful singles, but 2015 really was their comeback year. They revamped everything about themselves and gave fans the darkest album in recent history. How do they follow it up? With their 9th LP of varying intensity, which was actually quite refreshing. My personal favorite aspect is how absolutely self-gratifying it was. Highlights: Ninth Odd Smell, The Mortal, Sono Koe wa Moroku (This Voice is Weak). 

1. BoA: My favorite multi-national pop-star had a... Kind of ridiculous last few years. In 2014 she released a Japanese comeback album that was literally a collection of singles that came out since her last album. In 2015, though, she brought us back with a Korean album really showcasing her talents as a singer/songwriter and then in 2018 she did THE MOST!!!! She starts the year with a Korean EP called “One Shot, Two Shot” which was all bangers, and then followed up with a Japanese LP called “Watashi Kono Mama de ii no Kana (I Wonder if I Can Remain this Good).” This album was a little less perfect than the EP, however it will be forgiven as it had a perfect selection of ballads with one of the hottest tracks of the year: Mannish Chocolat. Don’t ask me what that means. Almost immediately after, she released an EP called “Unchained” which was an acoustic set of some of her recent ballads. Most notably, “Close to Me” was released as a completely acoustic piano ballad. Several months go by, and she comes back with a Korean LP called “Woman” which was almost completely perfect as well. “Encounter” and “No Limit” are probably the hottest tracks, but the title-track really showcases her feminist nature. She rounded out the year with yet another Japanese single called “Amor” which is, truly, the hottest dance track of 2018. I hope she keeps this momentum up next year! 

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7 Proven Motivation Tips For Weight Loss

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Studies show that many overweight peeps don't like workout due to the fact that they find it tiring. Smaller sized individuals discover workout exciting and thoroughly satisfying. This need to be a motivator due to the fact that once you work out more you will be able to slim down and start delighting in workout. In a brief time you will be losing even more weight as you drive to exercise more.Why you ca

n't remain motivated to lose weight?As a novice, all you have is an objective, but this objective can quickly change into a stunning success story. Other individuals can try their finest to provide you something to do, however unless you embrace this and make it your own it does not work.Real inspiration ideas for weight-loss comes from within and not from outdoors. Discover a challenge within yourself and fire it up into inspiration-- the kind of inspiration that attains excellent outcomes. Obviously some weight loss programs such as the 3 week diet plan comes with a motivation manual. How to get encouraged to reduce weight when depressed?Depression is a terrible state

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online forums with other individuals who have comparable objectives and obstacles. This makes it easy to share your problems and be comprehended along with to be lofted up when you are offering up.Choose the perfect weight loss diet According to diet physicians, there are all classifications of individuals who try to slim down and the results are as different. A number of the individuals reduced weight successfully, some have gained back the weight and others lose extremely little weight. It ends up weight loss in the real life, not the celeb happiness, not what's on TV, but genuine effort by genuine people with genuine constraints is not so easy or straightforward. One should have weight loss motivation that is grounded.For celebs, weight-loss belongs to their life, they have personal medical professionals, nutritionists, chefs, nannies and fitness instructors to hold up all the ends. Regular individuals on the other hand are working to put food on the table, they are attempting to keep their jobs, the care of kids, take the kids out and all things that typical individuals do. On top of these daily stressors, they are now attempting to exercise and lose weight.In weight loss,

there is nobody diet plan that fits all people, some people will discover outcomes by utilizing one diet while others will not. For that reason it is best to hang on to some basic dieting principles in order to get results no matter what. In addition, thoroughly assess what is on offer and select a diet that will work for you-- your body type and your schedules.7 inspiration tips for weight loss

Make it fun! Weight-loss does not have to be unappetizing, long suffering and boring. You do not need to engage in difficult exercises. Rather, you need to engage in things that are pleasurable and workable at your present level. This will enable you to be successful and proceed to higher things-- higher transformation-- greater confidence. A good work out strategy ought to likewise provide benefits and motivators.Eat more fruit Individuals

get accustomed to eating an equivalent quantity of food every day. To lose weight, you ought to have more low calorie foods on your plate. These are mainly fruits, vegetables, wholegrain which are also high in water and or fiber. Fruits are naturally sweet and might even help you to satisfy your cravings for sweets.Use smaller meals This is a mind game! Instead

of knowingly trying to eat less food , decreasing the size of your plate will accomplish the very same technique mindlessly. Glasses that are high and thin will make it possible for one to drink less. This is called mindless consuming and it includes looking after the eating environment and allowing the other aspects to fall under place.Lifestyle exercise The fitness center is a wonderful development and it has makes it possible for many people to work out more routinely. However, the very same quantity of workout intensity can be got out of engaging in typical lifestyle activities such as strolling, standing, dancing, walking upstairs, cleaning utensils, cleaning the house etc. These are more sustainable in the long run.Settle for something Often times you have an"all-or-nothing"mentality. You desire to get the very best out of your diet so when you do one thing incorrect, you desire to throw away the whole strategy! It's excellent, even healthy to cut yourself some slack, you can not be perfect at all times. Let yourself do something imperfectly and still strive to achieve your original goal. You need to also enter a lifestyle that is healthy and sustainable if you want to drop weight and keep it off.Plan ahead Planning your meals for the week helps you to have something on hand when you need it. This lowers rush buying when you might not find what you need.Planning ahead is likewise what makes you bring your swim fit to work and manage to get 45

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keep healthy treats at hand to hold you up as you search. Healthy treat alternatives include fruits, nuts, protein bars, bee pollen etc.

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Rant/Analysis: Logan & Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 --aka -- Redefining the Comic Book Film Genre

(As for why this gif specifically…yeah, I couldn’t think of a better one…)

Y’know…Logan and Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 were really freakin’ good. Like…REALLY freakin’ good. Most people I’ve talked to have said that they liked it, but nobody seems to share the amount of enthusiasm I share about these two films in particular, and often say “It’s good. I dunno if I’d see it again, but it’s pretty good.” But, not only do I think that both are good, I will even go so far as to say that both of these comic book movies have shown what it means to redefine the comic book film genre in their own unique ways. BOTH. Bit of an odd claim, especially with that second film being…well it’s Guardians of the goddamn GALAXY. Volume TWO. And the other one is just…it’s WEIRD. It’s the dour follow-up to Deadpool to cash in on that sweet R rating they got. But, again, I have claims. Specifically, I believe that narratively Logan pushed the genre the farthest it’s gone, while I believe that Vol. 2 became the first film in the genre to work with one of the most unique and hard-to-get-right story-telling structures.

But, let’s go into detail about these things. Spoilers, btw.

First off, let’s tackle Logan.

The ways in which Logan pushed the boundaries for comic book films are roughly as obvious as you’d expect if you’ve seen it. It actually provides finality to a character, is self-contained, and successfully does the opposite of what we’ve been taught to be a comic book film ought to be. There ought to be big action set pieces, the villain has to be cut and dry from the get-go, make room for a possible sequel, if a hero dies, it has to be ceremoniously, etc. Logan has the downright balls to stick a finger to these ideas, and actively do the opposite. As the name suggests, we see the man underneath the Wolverine mask. The man behind the myth. In fact, that’s what the film’s main central theme lies in. Taking down myths that we have around heroes that we praise ala Unforgiven and the like. It’s almost a reverse Batman Begins, where Bruce Wayne is making a symbol, while Logan is trying to dismantle it. What’s more, the film downright stood against the very Hollywood mantra for how a sequel should work. It’s usually accepted that you should go bigger, instead going small, which is what Logan did. In fact, if you look at the Wolverine trilogy, you’ll notice that they actually steadily go smaller as the films go on in scale—with the quality just getting better as they progressed. The fact that both of these happen in the same trilogy itself makes it almost the anti-trilogy, as that kind of notion would be previously unheard of. But, that’s another subject for another day.

Despite Logan basically spitting in the face on how most comic book films are supposed to go, with the director himself scoffing at the very notion of seeing the films become something along the lines of carnage for the sake of carnage (sorry Kleatus Kassidy,) the film still remains true to the character in the best way it can. It stays on Logan himself. The man behind the mask, which, to be honest, is the real reason any comic book fan worth his salt likes the character. Not just for the excess violence and swearing and one-liners, but because of who Logan is. How he holds himself, how loyal he is to those who he cares about, how he’s too scared to be too close to anybody, and his general rejection to take a knee to just anybody. As such, it makes sense that the final villain that he has to face off against is a jacked up version of himself, the Wolverine that has been advertised and sold to the masses. A blood-filed rage machine that doesn’t have much in the way of character, but is just about the carnage and violence. By doing so, you make the audience question what it is that they expect from a comic book movie. Which makes it all the more tragic when Logan is eventually killed by this monstrosity. It takes another generation, X-23, or Laura, to put the Wolverine down, and finally do the character justice…perhaps it’s more of an open ending statement. How it’s up to the next generation to decide what matters more: the character or the caricature? The fact that Logan even poses these questions makes it stand out among both the top of the Fox brand of X-Men films, but also in general as a film tackling the subject of super heroes.

And then, conversely, there’s Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2.

Before I go into detail about this one, I should back up a bit.

In film, there are certain structures that most films abide by, that all mainly circle around the 3 Act Structure, and hence be more narratively driven. Main character sees a problem in his environment that reflects himself, and he or she must conquer that evil, though not before entering his or her lowest point that he or she must conquer. Typical stuff that nearly every movie does. It’s not a bad thing, hell it’s pretty satisfying if you can do it in a unique way, but not all films actually follow this structure. One of note, and the one I’m going to be focusing on, is the “hang-out” movie. The hang-out movie, arguably invented on accident by the film “The Big Sleep” and hitting the mainstream with films like “Pulp Fiction” and “Jackie Brown,” is basically what the name suggests. It’s a movie where you “hang-out” with the main characters, and the plot takes a backseat. There is no clear end-goal that you can see from the get go, but that’s not the point. The point of the film is just to sit around and enjoy the company of the characters, and watch them bounce off each other in different scenarios. The plot winds and curves as dictated by the scenarios that the characters have been placed into. If you try to piece it together at the end, you may find yourself more confused to find a cohesive plot, which is a reason why it isn’t usually embraced by general audiences with a couple exceptions, though to try to pin it down would miss the general point, I think. To rephrase, it’s similar to watching a movie go from scene to scene, rather than plot point to plot point. Hell, the film basically spells it out for you that that is the direction the film is going to go during the opening credits. In it, Baby Groot is dancing to Mr. Blue Sky while the action and destruction is going on behind him. The plot is LITERALLY in the background to the character.

This isn’t to say the plot is unimportant, but it’s very much meandering, but oddly enough meandering with a purpose, which is something that a lot of films in general can’t seem to master. And the fact the film decided to go that direction is endlessly FASCINATING mainly because of one little fact. If I’m not mistaken…Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 is the first comic book film to actually use this structure. Every comic book film that I can think of has a very rigorous plot structure that the characters must fall into. That’s to say that there’s not a comic book film other than this one that doesn’t have its fair share of character moments, look at Logan for God’s sake, but this is the first that I can think of where the plot didn’t matter. They tossed out the handbook and just did whatever they wanted to do to flesh out the characters by placing them in different scenarios, see how they bounced off each other, and let it go from there. What you then get in response is this piece of film where every single major character is provided with enough character development and depth. Every single major character, I should remind you, include the already established five heroes, as well as five additional characters. That’s TEN characters who hold their own in terms of how much their characters are just that. Characters. With depth and layers that you could peel back to see the real humanity in them, or lack thereof in Ego’s case. (Avengers and Justice League: take note.) To see all of that come from a comic book film is honestly rather refreshing, when placed to all of these plot heavy films that are focusing on either setting up another movie down the line, mindless action or is just chucked into the same formulaic structure that Marvel has become damn near infamous for following. Add to that the most stunning visuals ever seen in a Marvel movie, and you have one of the most unique comic book films in both the MCU, as well as in general. The subject that Vol. 2 tackles is also very much an important subject matter as well, if you think about it. Focusing on toxic father figures as well as asking what’s more important: what your legacy is or what you value. (Insert political joke here.) Which, in this case, can be seen as family. I’d go into detail about this, but that’s another discussion for another day. Point is, you have a character heavy film in a very plot heavy world, and I couldn’t help but love every single minute of it.

In many ways, perhaps the two are more similar than I gave them credit for initially. Both are character driven films that defy convention and push the boundaries and demand more from their niche medium. Both are relatively contained with uniquely satisfying character development. They are both still vastly different, with one being a neo-western that tears down the “mythification,” for lack of a better word, of the characters, while the other is a hang-out space opera with the slightest echoes of old Greek legends. Both, I should also add, aren’t perfect. Each have their own set of issues, and if you didn’t like them, I can understand why. They also broke so far from tradition in each of their own respective ways, that I can see how it can be jarring and maybe a one-time watch for some of you, as hang-out movies always being an acquired taste, and Logan being so dour, dark and harshly blunt. That being said, I do think that both should be recognized as innovative in the genre in their own unique way. If you think that one’s a bit of a stretch, feel free to disagree, but I stand firm in saying that these two are among the best and unique I’ve seen come out of each studio. One is more critical, while the other is looser.

As to which one is my personal favorite, I’m torn. I’m leaning towards Logan, with its jaw-dropping performances from Hugh Jackman, Sir Patrick Stewart and Dafne Keen as well as the pure grit and honesty that went into it, but the more I think about it, the more I can’t help but smile when I think about how well those scenes between Yondu and Rocket (also, GIVE IT UP FOR MICHEAL ROOKER, Y’ALL. Best damn Mary Poppins I EVER did see), or how devious Ego was that FINALLY GAVE ME ONE GREAT FANTASTIC FOUR VILLAIN ON THE BIG SCREEN, or the eye-watering visuals….so I dunno. The jury is still out at the moment. But I’ll tell you what…they were both better than Iron Fist.