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weemssapphic · 2 years ago

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Lipstick Stains - Pt. 5

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Larissa Weems x fem!reader

summary: the one where reader takes Larissa on a stargazing date.

words: ~3.1k | ao3 link in title

chapter-specific warnings: none / fluff

A/N: chapter 11 of 'in my head' will be out in the next two days - in the meantime, enjoy this humble offering <3

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“Are you free this weekend?” you asked. You were splayed across your bed, cell phone pressed to your ear. It was a Tuesday evening and you’d been over the moon when Larissa had called you out of the blue, claiming to simply want to hear your voice.

“What did you have in mind?” Larissa’s voice was sultry and suggestive, and a heat began to pool in your belly.

“I mean… I was thinking maybe we could go stargazing or something?” You held your breath as you waited for a response that didn’t come - the silence that came from the other end of the line was deafening.

“Okay, nevermind, that was a cheesy idea, forget it. What about-”

“Darling,” Larissa cut you off. “It was a wonderful idea. It’s just…”

“If you don’t want to, we don’t have to, it’s okay!”

“It’s not that. I would love to. But perhaps somewhere closer to Burlington?” Larissa sounded nervous and you furrowed your brow.

“Yeah, sure. There should be some good spots near Shelburne or something?”

You heard Larissa let out a shaky breath. “Yes, we can do that.”

“Are you sure? Is everything alright?”

“Yes, love, everything is fine.” Larissa paused, and for a moment you thought she was done speaking. “I’m sure you’ve heard of the… incidents that have occurred here in Jericho recently.”

“That bear that’s been mauling hikers?”

There was a beat of silence.

“Yes. That one. I wouldn’t want to put you in harm’s way by going out into Jericho’s woods at night.”

“Don’t worry, Larissa, we can go here. It’ll be fine.” You tried to sound reassuring, and you weren’t sure you were entirely successful, but then you thought you heard a hint of a smile in her voice when she next spoke and it made you grin.

“Quite the little romantic I’ve found myself here.” You could picture the way Larissa’s eyes would close slightly as she spoke, the way her nose would crinkle and her cheeks would turn rosy.

“Don’t act like you don’t think it’s a cute date idea.” Larissa could hear the scowl in your tone and she laughed, her voice filling the phone like a melody.

“I do, darling. I wouldn’t have agreed to it otherwise.”

“Good. I can pick you up Friday at 10?”

“You want to drive me?” There was surprise lacing Larissa’s voice, but she didn’t sound displeased.

“Is that okay?”

“Yes, of course it is. I’m just pleasantly surprised.”

“You know, you don’t have to take charge all the time. You can give up the reins for a bit.”

The silence that stretched between the two of you was so long that it had you wondering if Larissa had hung up.

“Larissa?”

“Thank you.” There was an emotion in her voice that you couldn’t quite place. Before you could probe her further, she changed the subject to some prank that her students had pulled that day, and the subject was quickly forgotten.

When you hung up nearly an hour later, you were tired but your heart was full.

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Larissa wasn’t able to call you every day, but the texts she would send you sporadically throughout the day more than made up for that fact. They ranged from a simple “I do so wish you were here right now” to a picture of her hot chocolate one afternoon at the Weathervane, and they made your heart flutter gently against your ribcage each time her name graced the screen of your phone.

Friday night finally rolled around and you left for your date in black pants and a thick sweater - it had been a surprisingly warm day for this time of year, and you were sure it couldn’t get much colder.

You pulled up Nevermore’s winding drive just as the clock in your car changed to 10 pm. As your headlights illuminated the castle-like building, Larissa stepped out of the shadows, and you found yourself suppressing a giggle at her choice of clothing - a sleek gray dress and matching wool coat, complete with black gloves and black kitten heels.

“Do you always dress like you’re attending fashion week when you go stargazing?” You jogged around the car to open the passenger side door for her and Larissa snorted.

“Only when I’m trying to impress a beautiful woman,” she retorted, matching your teasing tone.

“You don’t have to impress me, Larissa,” you said pointedly, raising an eyebrow at the older woman as she ducked her head to get into your car.

Larissa smiled gratefully up at you. “I always dress like this, I feel quite comfortable.”

“I can’t fathom how.” Laughing, you made your way back to the driver’s seat.

“Aren’t you going to be cold in just a sweater?”

“I’ll be fine.”

Larissa raised an eyebrow. “If you’re certain…” She leaned over the center console, taking your chin between her fingers and holding you firmly in place. Her mouth was mere inches away from yours, her breath warm on your lips, and her eyes glittered like sapphires even in the darkness that had enveloped the car.

“Kiss me,” you whispered, and Larissa closed the gap, still holding you firmly as her lips moved against yours.

The drive to Shelburne was a quiet one - Larissa’s hand rested on your thigh the entire time, her fingers drawing little patterns on the fabric of your pants. Occasionally you looked over, each time finding Larissa looking back at you, lips curled up into a blissful smile.

Pulling into the parking lot at Shelburne Pond, you were delighted to find you’d be alone tonight, as not a single other car was parked in the lot. You opened Larissa’s door for her again, then busied yourself by opening the trunk to grab the bags that you’d brought. As you fumbled with the clasp of one of the bags, you felt Larissa’s warm body press into your back, her arms snaking around your torso to tug you closer as her chin came to rest on your head.

A contented hum vibrated throughout Larissa’s chest - you could feel it against your back and on your head, and your entire body began to tingle.

“What did you bring?” Larissa’s voice was low, thick like honey, curious - this woman was going to be the death of you.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you teased, hefting the bags out of the trunk and taking a step back. Larissa moved in tandem with you, not once loosening her grip on your body as you slammed the trunk closed. You turned in her arms.

“Do you want to find a spot or do you just want to stand in the parking lot the whole night?”

Larissa grinned down at you, baring pearly white teeth. She stepped back then with a nod, allowing you to lead the way to a small clearing at the edge of the pond and pull a large picnic blanket out of your bag. Larissa watched as you set up the space with a fuzzy blanket and a few throw pillows that you’d convinced Cassandra to let you borrow.

You turned then as you plopped down on the blanket, craning your head back to look up at Larissa and reaching out a hand for her to take. The blinding smile that you were rewarded with as she gingerly kicked off her heels and placed a gloved hand into your own made your heart do a somersault against your ribcage. She lowered herself carefully next to you, tucking her legs underneath her and looking fondly down at the arrangement of blankets and pillows.

“You put a lot of thought into this.” She stated it as a fact and you nodded, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Is it okay?”

“Oh, darling, it’s perfect.”

Your heart swelled as Larissa lifted your hand to her mouth, placing soft, warm kisses to your knuckles. Flipping your hand over, she kissed your palm - you giggled, and you could feel her smile coyly against your skin, her eyes darting up to meet yours. She kissed her way up to your wrist, pushing the sleeve of your sweater up your arm as far as she could to chase the exposed skin with her lips, never breaking eye contact as she did so.

You could feel the heat in your cheeks, which were certainly scarlet by now - you were sure Larissa noticed this as well, even with the moon as your only source of light, because she leaned in and kissed you, smiling so brightly that you mostly ended up kissing her teeth.

“I brought something else,” you whispered as you pulled back from the kiss.

“Oh?” Larissa watched you curiously as you reached into one of the bags and pulled out a large thermos, unscrewing it carefully and holding it out for Larissa to take.

“It’s not as good as the Weathervane’s but I hope you like it anyway.”

Larissa sniffed the beverage cautiously - her lips curled into a grateful smile as realization dawned on her. She looked so radiant in that moment, moonlight kissing her cheekbone and the tip of her nose (her perfect, kissable nose), casting a silvery glow over her blonde locks, making her teeth sparkle as she grinned at you.

She took a careful sip of the hot chocolate, eyes fluttering shut as the sweet taste exploded on her tongue, a hum of delight reverberating in the quiet space.

You leaned back on the picnic blanket, finding a comfortable position against the pillows to look up at the stars. Larissa gingerly screwed the thermos shut and set it aside, laying down next to you on her side and propping her head up on her hand. Her other hand cupped your cheek, long fingers gently pressing into your face and turning your head to face her.

“Thank you,” she said quietly, sincerely. Then she leaned down to kiss you, chastely, softly, before settling on her back, scooting close until her arm was pressed against yours and lacing your fingers between her own.

You broke the silence. “I’ve always been shit at identifying constellations, by the way.”

Larissa laughed, squeezing your hand. “Don’t worry, darling, I’m not here for an astronomy lesson.”

“Oh, thank God,” you joked, unable to stop the wide grin that had broken out across your face at the sound of Larissa’s laughter - you would do anything to hear her laugh more often.

The view was nothing short of breathtaking. It was a clear night, the stars twinkled brightly like jewels in the inky black sky. The only sounds were the occasional chirping of crickets, the rustling of the wind in the trees, and Larissa’s deep, rhythmic breathing beside you.

“I wonder if there will be any shooting stars tonight,” Larissa mused.

You turned your head to face her. The stars were reflected in her eyes as she gazed up at the sky as if hypnotized. “Have you ever wished on a shooting star?”

Larissa’s lips quirked up slightly, her head still turned up to the sky. “I have, a long time ago.”

“What did you wish for?” you breathed.

Larissa chuckled, her eyes fluttering shut briefly. “I wished for the girl I liked to like me back.”

“And? Did she?”

Her eyes opened, searching the night sky as if it held the answers to all the questions in the universe.

“No. Not that girl, not then, anyway.”

“Oh. She missed out, then,” you whispered, your heart clenching for Larissa - how could anyone not like her back? You couldn’t fathom it, not when you liked her so much you’d give her all the stars in the sky if she only asked.

Larissa turned her head to the side, tearing her eyes away from the stars and searching your face, a wistful smile painted on her lips.

“What would you wish for now? If we saw a shooting star?” you asked. You held your breath as Larissa contemplated.

“I would wish for tonight to never end, I think.”

It was your turn to smile. “I would wish the same, I think.”

You turned your head back to the sky, feeling Larissa’s gaze boring a hole into the side of your head.

“The stars are very beautiful tonight,” you murmured.

“So are you.” Larissa’s voice was soft, so soft you barely caught what she’d said. You felt your cheeks go pink and turned to face her again. Her painted lips were pulled into a small smile as she regarded you through her lashes, her expression so soft that you felt your heart flutter in your chest - you were falling harder and harder every time you looked at her, that much was certain.

Larissa adjusted herself on the picnic blanket and opened her arms to you. You scooted closer until you felt her arms wind around you, pulling you snugly against her and tucking your head under her chin. She was warm and soft - she made you feel safe as she held you tightly, absentmindedly stroking your arm as the two of you looked into the night sky.

A gust of wind rustled in the trees, washing over you and causing you to shiver - okay, so maybe it was a little colder than you’d anticipated, as the temperatures dropped with each passing hour.

“Oh, darling, are you cold?” Larissa’s worried voice vibrated against your cheek where it rested against her sternum.

“It’s fine, Riss,” you murmured, but then you shivered again and Larissa chuckled.

“I won’t say I told you so,” she teased, letting go of you for a moment and propping herself up.

“What are you- no, don’t take off your coat, you’ll freeze!”

Larissa shrugged off her coat and draped it over your shoulders. “Hush.” She pressed a kiss to your lips and pulled you flush against her again, taking care to ensure the large coat was wrapped fully around your body. “I’ll be fine, I promise.”

You snuggled into Larissa’s chest again.

“I’m buying you a proper coat.”

“But-”

“No buts,” Larissa chuckled. “You’re never properly dressed and it will only get colder.”

“I have a coat,” you grumbled, though the thought of going shopping with Larissa had piqued your interest. You could feel Larissa’s smile against your hair, though she said nothing further.

Minutes felt like hours as the two of you held each other, occasionally pointing out certain bright, twinkling stars or little (mostly made-up) constellations and patterns. You’d never felt such peace before as when you felt Larissa’s warm, soft body against yours, as when you could hear her steady breathing and smell the familiar scent of her perfume all around you. Her presence grounded you like no other, and you could only hope to provide her the same comfort. It was only when you yawned against Larissa’s chest that she brought a hand to your cheek, tilting your head up to look her in the eyes.

“Tired?” she teased.

“Maybe a little…” You reached for your phone and checked the time - 2:47 am. You glanced sheepishly at Larissa, turning your phone screen towards her. She squinted against the bright light, then covered her mouth with a gloved hand.

“Oh, dear… I can’t ask you to drive me back to Nevermore this late, I’ll just-”

“You could stay with me?” The words left your mouth before you could stop them. Larissa looked a bit hesitant, so you hastily continued. “Only if you want to of course - my roommates shouldn’t be home, Robin and Christin are out of town for the week and Cass is out, she’s gonna crash somewhere else. But if you don’t feel comfortable I compl-”

Larissa shut you up with a firm kiss. “I will stay with you. I have to say it’s not often that I spend the night away from Nevermore but… I do want to, and I would hate for you to drive back through Jericho alone at this time of night.”

You were reluctant to entangle yourself from Larissa, but you were certain that you’d fall asleep if you stayed there another minute. You packed up the pillows and the picnic blanket and Larissa helped you carry the bags back to the car. The drive back to your apartment was short without traffic and you were grateful for it - you could feel your eyes threatening to shut as you drove and you so wanted to get back to cuddling the older woman as fast as possible.

A proper tour of the apartment would have to wait until morning, you reasoned, though you showed Larissa where the bathroom and kitchen and, of course, your bedroom were.

The two of you got ready for bed as quickly as possible. You didn’t really have any clothes that you thought might fit Larissa, not without looking a bit ridiculous, so you offered her her own Nevermore shirt.

“I’ve been sleeping in it every night,” you admitted, cheeks tinged pink.

Larissa looked at you with so much affection you thought your heart may burst.

“It’s alright, I can shift my clothes,” she said, thrusting the shirt back towards you. “You wear it.”

In an instant she had shifted on a pair of lavender silk pajamas.

“Way to be all fancy,” you grumbled, pulling your own sweater over your head and unclipping your bra. Larissa watched you with parted lips as you shimmied into the Nevermore shirt, then shed your pants to pull on a pair of shorts.

You slipped into bed and patted the space next to you, smirking at the blonde. “Well? I know it’s not as big as yours but it’s pretty comfortable.”

Larissa joined you - she seemed both out of place in the small bedroom and as if she belonged there and had never belonged anywhere else. A divine being, sent directly from heaven just for you, somehow simultaneously too good for you and exactly the sort of person you’d spend an eternity with.

You leaned back against the pillows and opened your arms to Larissa, who snuggled against you immediately with a gentle sigh and propped her chin on your chest. She slipped a hand underneath your shirt, her skin warm against yours. Her fingers flexed against your abdomen, brushing against the waistband of your shorts and causing your breathing to stutter.

“Riss,” you mumbled sleepily, looking down at Larissa who was watching you with a devilish smirk.

“I’m sorry, darling,” she cooed, sliding her hand away from your shorts and resting it on your belly.

“In the morning?” You could barely keep your eyes open, your eyelids shutting of their own accord as sleep fought to welcome you into its embrace.

“In the morning,” Larissa said softly, an inexplicable warmth settling in her chest as she watched you drift off.

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starfall-spirit · 10 months ago

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Summary: After his rescue from King Benedict’s dungeons, The Villain finds himself forced to make a difficult declaration.

AN: The characters in this fic may not be familiar to all of my readers, as some of you haven't read Assistant to the Villain. Again, I highly recommend it. It was so much fun and I'm dying for book two. In the meantime, I humbly offer slightly unhinged Evie and pathetic simp Trystan.

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Evie

I. Beg. You.

Heartless, stoic, cold, brutal, ruthless.

Countless words could be used to describe The Villain, each one as horrible as the last. They were whispered to children as warnings.

Stray from your bed and The Villain will snatch you up.

How many times had her father said those very words to her and her sister in her childhood, threatening them with the dark of night and a faceless beast? Evie scoffed, refusing to think of the man she’d called a parent for twenty-three years. He was the heartless one in this story.

But The Villain—Trystan… She wrung her fingers, letting her worry finally show within the privacy of his office, her rising emotions making her more claustrophobic than any tight space could. That constant flutter in her stomach had grown as the months passed, morphing into a great writhing thing that curled around her heart, squeezing.

An endless drumbeat. A reminder.

I. Beg. You.

Ruthless. “No,” she snarled to the darkness around her. That squeezing eased, if only a fraction, and she raised her chin once more. “If the world wants ruthless, I’ll be the one to grant that request.”

Though the declaration was made to nothing more than the empty air and a sign-wielding frog, there was a shift all the same. A shift in power. For now.

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The Villain

She had been exquisite.

Trystan’s pride was in shambles, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to care. Not when the only thing he could picture was his sunshine assistant dressed in his colors, executing a flawless rescue mission. “I told you you can’t always be the one to do the saving around here.”

If he hadn’t been in so much pain, he would have laughed. But all he could feel in that moment was agony and awe. Tatianna had managed to eliminate the first, thankfully, but the latter was another matter altogether.

And now—well, now his brain refuses to process anything productive. For example, running his equally honorable and nefarious empire. Well, perhaps not equally.

There was a hesitant knock on his office door and he found his heart rate climbing. Sage—Evie wasn’t exactly prone to knocking, but she was one of the few employees who lingered beyond the closing bell these few days he’d been back. He supposed she didn’t have anything to rush back to, with her father held prisoner and her sister living here with her on the west side of the manor. The door opened just a few inches. “Mr. Maverine?”

Ah, not his little tornado, but her miniature. He clenched his jaw. Evie wasn’t his anything.

“Lyssa, what can I do for you?”

“I just thought—” She twisted the toe of her shoe in front of her awkwardly. “Never mind. I’m sure you're busy.” He raised a brow. He thought the girl had been accepting of his newly revealed identity as The Villain. But then, there was probably a reason she still addressed him so formally. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that, or why he cared about a child’s opinion at all. “I just thought… My sister has been acting very strange the past few days. Maybe it had something to do with work. And you could, um, help her?”

He cleared his throat. “Lyssa, if your sister has a work concern, believe me, she’d make it known.” Unless it didn’t have a thing to do with office tension. He sighed, resting a stiff hand on her shoulder when her worry seemed to linger. “We have a meeting every morning. If there’s an issue, it will be solved.”

“Hey,” a familiar voice called from outside. “I’m going to track down my sister and head off. Was there anything you… Well then. What’s going on here?”

“Nothing,” Lyssa said, the picture of innocence. “Mr. Maverine was just saying he wanted to talk to you before we went home. Right?”

He frowned at the girl, seeing his assistant take a step closer in his periphery. “Sir?”

“Indeed,” he conceded. “If you don’t mind waiting outside, Lyssa.”

“Oh, Tati said she’d take me back to my room.” She batted her lashes, turning to her older sister. “Take all the time you need. I’ll be fine.”

Of course this started with that meddlesome healer. Her retribution, he supposed, for dragging her into his business with Clare. Things on that front were “progressing”, he supposed. Now, it appeared his oldest friend thought it was his turn. Turning to the window, he gave Kingsley a pointed look, and for once the creature granted them true privacy, tailing the ten-year-old to who knows where.

He wasn’t concerned. She knew the lower levels where his torture was conducted were off limits, and the foyer was now clear of any evidence of decapitation—a small courtesy he could grant Evangelina. After all, he wasn’t a complete monster. Then again, the office rumor mill had brought word of a little incident involving a certain village blacksmith’s head. He let his lips twitch up at the thought. He always knew she had a little ruthlessness to her.

“Sir. You wanted a word?”

“Right. Yes.” Her fingers grazed the back of her chair before she sat. It was an effort to not think back to those same fingers brushing his face as she marked his lack of sleep or slipping into his own when they sat knee-to-knee. Again, he found himself clearing his throat—by the deadlands, stalling.

“Sage, it would appear some of those closest to you feel something is wrong at the moment.” She stiffened. “You’ve been as diligent as always, but not quite yourself.”

“Sir.” Her shoulders slumped. “I suppose I haven’t. But it’s nothing that I can’t put behind me.”

He hummed. “I haven’t quite been myself either. I’ve heard a brush with death makes you a little more keen to express your feelings. I didn’t believe it was true. Until now.”

“Going soft?” Her voice didn’t have its usual teasing lilt. In fact, she sounded downright nervous. “Sir, that night the king intercepted us. I think of it often.”

Trystan nodded, clasping his hands behind his back before they could curl and reveal his anger. “I could imagine an event like that would leave a scar.”

“No. I mean, yes, but… What I meant was, you were under no obligation to protect me and you tried even when…”

He could see the question in her eyes. A decade of hatred, seeing Benedict as nothing more than a beast, and Trystan had fallen to his knees before the man for someone he claimed was just an employee, her death a mere inconvenience to him. Now he had to explain himself. “I find now that you’ve become important to me, Evangelina.”

She startled at the use of her full name. He could count the number of times he’d said it in the past six months on one hand. A few steps and he was around his desk, perching on the edge, just shy of crowding the chair she occupied.

Who was he kidding? Any employee who crossed the threshold of his office had coined it “Evie’s chair” and knew better than to seat themselves.

“Sir?”

“I find when you are near, my emotions are not as easy to control, nor any sort of severity.”

She smirked. “Sir, I think that’s a fairly common affliction when it comes to people as optimistic as me. Not grounds for increased protection.”

“Sage,” he almost growled. Her smirk fell. “Perhaps you’ll let me continue. This isn’t particularly easy for me to confess.” She nodded, a signal for him to continue. “I find myself pleased that you are comfortable enough to touch me. That you seem to enjoy my company and want to know me, as you put it before. I knew when I hired you that you would be an exceptional addition to my empire. I did not realize I would develop feelings beyond a general appreciation.”

Her brows flicked upward. “You’re beginning to see where I’m going with this. Good.”

“I wouldn’t want to make assumptions, sir.”

Her words were hardly more than a whisper, but he heard something vital in them. Hope. He could only pray that meant what he thought it meant. “It isn’t exactly professional for one to have feelings for a coworker, let alone those in our positions. But then, I can’t say I’m terribly concerned with textbook professionalism in this line of work. Also, I’m exempt from any and all rules when I choose to be.”

She laughed at that, likely wondering if she could get away with calling him audacious.

As if she wasn’t well aware she could quite literally get away with murder, in his eyes.

For the third, perhaps fourth time he cleared his throat. He never realized he had a nervous tic before he met this woman. “That said, I would not wish to pursue you if you were uninterested.”

She laughed again, high and sudden. “Sorry, it’s just… Kissing you was certainly no hardship. Nor was anything else, for that matter.” She bit her lip. “Even so, people will talk.”

“Ignore them.”

“You don’t.” His jaw clenched. “We both know there was a little more than impertinence to whatever Joshua Lightenson said. I’m not so naive that my imagination is lacking. And you threw him out a window.”

The crass accusation made against Evie wasn’t one he’d easily forget, and he felt no remorse for his response. He hadn’t been truly in love with her then. Imagining the reaction he’d have to a rumor like that now… The woman before him, so full of sunshine, thought she had seen the darkest parts of him. But if she saw the reality, she would come to truly fear him at last, he was certain.

How easily would she shy from him if she heard how Trystan truly felt about her father’s deceit? The pain he wanted to inflict when he heard she’d been sold off Warsen like an animal brought to market. He couldn’t bear to consider it.

“If there comes a day when you wish to punish those who have slighted you, I’d be the last person to stand in your way. Until you’re ready to take that action, love, I’ll wield the blade in your stead.” He thought back to her infiltration of Benedict’s fortress a few days prior, letting his lips curl. She’d never looked more beautiful. “Perhaps we aren’t too far off.”

She flushed slightly, due to the endearment he used for a second time now or his mention of her budding ruthlessness, he couldn’t be sure. Regardless, he found himself leaning closer, his right hand reaching to stroke his thumb across her heated cheekbone. There was a slight quiver to her next breath, cementing the rocky ground he stood on. Would he spook her if he leaned down?

The things he’d give for just one more taste of this woman, to have that soft vanilla linger on his tongue once again.

She stood, shifting forward. “Sir—”

“Trystan,” he murmured.

“Trystan.” Head tipped back to meet his eyes, lips slightly parted, her invitation was clear. Call him what you will, he had no intention of wasting it. For a moment there was nothing but the warm softness of her lips, seconds later the darting of her tongue gave him the courage to bring his arms around her, her own tentatively winding to the back of his neck, the fingers of one hand playing at his nape.

Groaning, he broke the kiss, leaning down further to press a kiss to the pale skin of her throat, earning one of those soft little sounds he’d been blessed with at his father’s soirée. “You’ll be the death of me,” he panted. “I know it.”

She gave a sweet little giggle that lit up something inside of him. “Is this a good time to mention that dream you overheard me mentioning was truly filthy, and didn’t have a thing to do with mud or blood?”

He chuckled. “Little tornado, I’ve known that since the moment you said it. If there’s one thing you can’t do, it’s tell a convincing lie.” She squeaked as he spun them around, lifting her to sit on the edge of his desk before claiming her mouth once again. It was a perfect moment and it felt like nothing could touch them.

Until the seventh hour bell chimed. Once again, a precious moment interrupted by an ill-timed sound. Evie was the one to pull away, her withdrawal hesitant. “My sister. I might not have a two hour walk home anymore, but I still need to see to her care.”

“Of course. And I’m sure I’ve given you much to consider. Let me walk you back?”

She nodded, flitting back to her desk to gather what she’d left there originally. He only offered his arm. “Shall we?”

“We shall.”

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ifievertoldyou · 8 months ago

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i finished drawing thaw!charlie y'all :D

i will probably post it once my friend who's catching up on thaw gets to The Part™, since she follows me on here and i don't want to risk spoiling it for her

but in the meantime, i humbly offer the drawings of me trying to figure out how to draw just regular cc!charlie that i did on the same page

#~ever rambles #thaw nation

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rosejigglypuff76 · 9 months ago

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Cookie Run Kimura AU - Chapter 7 (Preview)

Author's Note

My deepest apologies for being unable to write for a while. Due to me being busy with a lot of writing for my 2nd Term of my 1st Year of College I ended up getting a bad case of Writer's Block, due to my mind becoming mentally exhausted from various homework and projects. 😅🎀

Luckily the 2nd Term of my 1st Year recently finished a few days ago, and I'll be returning to my 1st Year's 3rd Term this coming May 8. But in the meantime, I'll try my best to complete Chapter 7 for my Cookie Run Kimura AU!

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Cookie Run Kimura AU 🪴 Episode 7 (Preview) - Full Experimental Alchemist 🧪

Grandmaster Hotel, Sparkling's Juice Bar Wednesday, 5:41pm in the Afternoon

"Hehe!! I supposed that was one dance within the starlights!", Herb politely chuckled while watching the reel that Sparkling posted on his Instagraham Page (Cookie Instagram Page) that ended up getting a lot of views within the first few hours alone.

As promised, Vampire sent the video he recorded on his phone to Sparkling. With the blonde teen himself both posting it and also adding the red-haired teen as a collaborator of the aforementioned reel.

"Wow! And it's crazy that you and Rockstar chose to stop the crowd from betting on either of you!", Cherry Blossom pouted in disappointment, "You won that match yet…"

Sparkling served the usual drinks to the rest of his friends, ending with serving Cherry Blossom her usual Sakura Milkshake. He sighed before replying with, "Even if Rockstar won instead of me, we both had the same idea regardless of the outcome. That being that there shouldn't be any bets, and that in the end we chose to dance for fun and sincere enjoyment."

"That's one reasonable and truly humble answer, Sparkling. It's cruel to see that there's not many cookies who have just as logical of a mindset as you, Herb, Cream Puff, and most of the cookies here...", Cocoa Butter (Dark Choco) calmly joined in the conversation as he drew on his calligraphy sketchbook.

The dark-haired teen gave an oblivious Cherry Blossom one silent side eye, drawing a quick sketch of one cute blue bear jelly plushie. The one that Herb won for him earlier in the arcade, which is also sitting right in front of him on the table.

Mango showed one big warmhearted smile, giggling at the amount of fun his friends are having. At the moment he was writing down the remaining few things on his notes from his phone, listing down everything the Student Council needs to do for the Science Fair.

"That looks like a lot of work that you wrote down.", Cream Puff spoke, taking a small little peek on Mango's list and overall sets of notes, "Working hard as ever, I see! Hehe!"

The young Student Council President himself nodded, double checking if there's anything that he needs to add or remove. Smiling kindly with complete satisfaction and happiness, "Everything is written down, and assigned the required things for each of us to do. Each is given a couple of tasks that's best suited for the five of us, both as individuals and as a team!"

One thing led to more chain reactions within the Blooming Friend Group. Most of them involve Herb and Sparkling offering their help to Mango and Cream Puff. A couple of times would have Cocoa Butter give some ideas as well, and Cherry Blossom followed along every so often.

Vampire would join in at times, recommending what the Student Council can do to promote the event in the Lotte World Tower and even make the event more widespread but reasonably limited to those in Cookie Biscuit City for a less stressful but amazing day.

That's when another idea sparked up in Mango's mind, "Hey Vampire? You're the Leader of the Science Club right?"

"Of course, Mango!", Vampire kindly replied, "If you need more help for the Science Fair, you can come to me or any of the members."

"I actually was about to ask!", the upbeat blonde cheered at the easy-going redhead, "WellyouseeweareveryopentobothofferinghelpandalsoreceivinghelpfromeveryonebothcookiesandcreaturesalikesoifyouarefinewithisitokayifyouandtheScienceClubhelpusoutwiththeScienceFairnextweek?"

"Let's just say everyone has that "Chibi Awe Face", that originated from those iconic Cookie Run Kingdom Korean Videos!", Herb thought to himself (and you) the moment Mango spoke that fast.

It took at least a few or so seconds until everyone was able to process what Mango just said. Ironically he's still easy to understand despite talking in one breath at times due to excitement.

"Mango? Is it okay if you talk a little slower please?", Cream Puff asked, blushing in embarrassment for her fellow Student Council member and silly-sweet love.

Mango blushed in embarrassment as well, chuckling with the same embarrassed look but was reassuring nonetheless, "Heh heh! Sorry about that Cream Puff. I guess it was hard for you guys to understand when I spoke that fast."

Vampire shook his head with reassurance, "Well actually, we understood what you said Mango. But we also don't want you to say it all in one breath, for your safety."

"Ah!", Mango showed a "Chibi Awe Face" of his own, kindly understanding the situation and in full agreement, "I'll try my best to keep that in mind. Thanks for telling me, heh heh!"

Everyone had a nice fun laugh, simply enjoying the times they have with each other and just in general having a great amount of fun times.

Needless to say, the red-haired boy eventually responded to the slightly younger of the two blonde teens in the room, "From what you mentioned Mango, that sounds like a great idea! I'll make sure that-!"

*beep boop*

Vampire briefly jumped out of his seat the moment he felt a sudden buzzing sound in his pocket. Calming down almost in an instant though, before proceeding to pull his phone out. Getting a recent notification of someone sending him a text message.

He sat there for a couple of seconds reading the text he was sent, before giving one deep but calmly chill sigh, "Sorry guys. But my little sister wants me to help her with something urgent at home."

*SWOOSH!!!*

It was ironically followed by Vampire putting down his payment for his drink at the counter, before immediately dashing out of the Juice Bar like his life depended on it.

This raised a bunch of eyebrows for the rest of the Blooming Friend Group. Both confused and worried of what urgent thing Alchemist texted Vampire moments prior to him bolting out of the Juice Bar. Of course, Sparkling and Herb are the most concerned. But Cream Puff was even more concerned and even scared for Vampire, "Is it just me… Or did Vampire look like he was hiding how afraid he's currently feeling about that text message Alchemist sent to him…?"

#herb cookie #dark choco cookie #cherry blossom cookie #sparkling cookie #cream puff cookie #mango cookie #vampire cookie #cookie run #cookie run fanfic #cookie run au #cookie run kimura au #cookie run kingdom #cookie run kingdom au #cookie run kingdom kimura au #wattpad preview #story preview #preview

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justalittleb-witchy · 15 days ago

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Worshiping the "Wrong" Deity ( & "Trickster Spirits"), and Why I Personally Don't Think You Should Worry About it.

To start off with, there's a lot of debate within pagan spaces about trickster spirits. There's this concept that there are spirits out there who will intentionally try to trick you into believing they are a certain god, and by extension trick you into worshiping/working with/obeying them. This isn't a universal concept-- some people believe in them, some don't, and everyone has a different "reason" as to why trickster spirits would do such a thing.

Note: This is a semi-separate concept from other forms of trickster entities, like gods with trickster epithets or spirits who are just generally mischievous. The term overlaps, but it also refers to two separate concepts, if that makes sense.

Regardless of whether or not such entities exist, and regardless of the reason they may be interested in tricking a person, discernment is key. Not everything out there will have your best interests at heart, even if they are who they say they are, so it is important to use mundane logic and decide for yourself whether or not you will listen, regardless of who the message is coming from.

For an idea of what I mean by discernment, here are some questions that might be relevant:

Is this coming from someone I know and trust, or another credible source?

Does this fit with what I know about them? For example: if you think the message is coming from a deity, does it match with their mythos? Does it contradict their myths? Or is it completely out of character for them? If it is coming from your ancestors, or a deceased person you know, does it fit what they were like when they were alive?

Is there any reason I shouldn't trust this information?

Does this, in any way, have the potential to cause harm? To myself or others?

Does this fit into my preconceived biases or stroke my ego?

Is it logical? e.g. If you are being told to quit your job so that you could win the lottery, that is both harmful and illogical.

What do my instincts tell me?

It is generally fairly difficult to tell who might be reaching out to you, as there is a large amount of overlap between deities domains/signs-- and it might not even be a deity reaching out! It could be any sort of entity, which broadens the horizons even further. Trying to figure out who's reaching out can often feel like an extended game of "Guess Who", with hundreds of potential options.

I do not say this to dissuade you, but rather I say this to soothe your worries. You do not have to figure things out right away. Whoever's reaching out to you will help you figure out who they are (except in very niche circumstances where for one reason or another they don't want to reveal their identity).

Now, what happens in the meantime while you play this guessing game? And to the theme of this post, what happens if you guess incorrectly?

Well, if you're being discerning-- not much. At the absolute most/worst, you might have to (ideally politely) banish an entity that is not welcome in your space (i.e. in the case of unwelcome trickster spirits). You may have invested time and energy into something you don't want to work with. One popular theory for why trickster spirits may do what they do is energy vampirism-- that is to say, they feed off of you, which can be unpleasant and have negative effects. Hopefully discernment would prevent things from getting to this point, but humans are fallible.

The second-best case scenario is that you've been giving time and offerings to a deity/entity that just... isn't interested, or has their own reasons for not wanting/being able to work with you/receive your worship. It can be a saddening and humbling experience, but it ultimately isn't harmful (barring events like spending way too much money on them, which would constitute the "harmful" clause when it comes to discernment.)

Best case scenario is split between a few different things. Here are some ideas that come to mind:

The deity that you were worshiping wasn't the one reaching out, but the time and effort you've spent on them has drawn their attention, and has caused them to look upon you favorably. Perhaps they now are reaching out, because they saw what you are doing and want in on it, alongside whatever was reaching out in the first place (if there was something).

Something was posing as something else, and comes clean. Sometimes certain trickster deities ("trickster" as in their characterization or epithet) will do this. Sometimes, they just do it because they find it funny, and/or to teach you something. Certain deities are particularly known for this, like Loki (SPG, aka Shared Personal Gnosis, or whatever the term for that is-- basically UPG-- unverified personal gnosis-- but shared among many modern practitioners)

You learn an important lesson from this experience, and get better at discernment and/or identification

You figure it out eventually-- my UPG is that most deities don't mind, and are empathetic towards, how long it can take to figure out who they are. With that said, (UPG) some can definitively have the attitude of, "That was a very clear sign! I don't know how you didn't figure it out. :( " when the "very clear sign" was something insanely generic, like "water".

Regardless of what happens, at the end of the day, it will be a learning experience. As long as you are practicing safely, it isn't something you should be overly fearful of. And here's the thing-- even when you are right, not every deity is a good fit for every person, and not everyone will have your best interests at heart. You need to be practicing discernment and making decisions for yourself whether or not you have identified the entity correctly. If something is asking you to do something harmful (to yourself), don't. do. it. If, in a mortal relationship, you'd think "hey, this is abusive/a red flag", do your best to get out of that situation. You are not obligated to worship/work with anything, even if they reach out to you. You CAN SAY NO.

#deity worship #deity work #paganism #trickster spirits

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morimyth · 1 year ago

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Hey so I'm a disabled enby living with my ex and shit's fucked, and I need to leave, so I am once again humbly asking for aid.

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I'm setting the launch date for September 20th, so while I organize my filing systems thru all this brain fog, any help in the meantime would be amazing, and help me feel like this is an avenue I can pursue to make ends meet.

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youredreamingofroo · 1 year ago

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Not so Berry, a long recap (1/3)

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Feel free to read this whether or not you're invested in the future of my Not so Berry save, if you are, i also encourage you to check out the intro cards for all these sims

There are images at the end of each recap Alt text very briefly explains the scene

Humble Beginnings.

We start the story in Henford-On-Bagley, in Fall, with Coral. Simon Scott decided to visit, and ended up asking to stay over, Coral let him stay (despite the shitty living situation), they also hit it off. Sometime later I (not coral) found out his wife, Sara, was PREGNANT…

They start dating (he's married btw!!! 😐), but during dinner one night, Sara finds out about the two, they both get chewed out. The next day, Simon "apologized" to Coral in a very intimate way.

Later on, Simon tells her that Sara and him got divorced, Coral proposes to him later that night. Since the proposal, he’d become silent, but one day, he asked her out on a date, the date goes poorly, they're both distant, and a man catches Coral's eye, she was drawn to this man, Simon tries to get her back, fails and leaves, the man, Don, and Coral go back to her place to tango. Coral turns out to be pregnant.

She has a discussion with Don abt the baby, and in the end, she decides to keep the baby, she’s still engaged atp. she gives birth to a girl, the heir, named Cataleya.

Coral finally decides to tell Simon what’s going on, Simon was enraged, but offered her a second chance, she didn’t take it.

(A.N) I left my game unpaused when I went to make dinner and i came back to Coral being pregnant.

Love fest comes around and Don takes Coral to the festival, after a ton of damning signs, he proposes to her (and also swaps traits, Non-committal to Loyal).

Don realizes how much he loves being a father, Coral gives birth to triplets, Peregrine, Constance and Emmett, and while taking care of the newborns, Don has another self-discovery (became Family-oriented)

Coral begins a sub-plot where she tackles her self-esteem issues, specifically on how she's gained weight from all her pregnancies.

In the meantime, the triplets age up, Coral argues with Don about wanting attention, how they still haven’t gotten married, however he didn’t retaliate because he didn’t want Cataleya hearing them argue, and then Cataleya aged up.

(I changed the lifespan to normal at this point)

Coral finally loses enough weight to be happy with herself, but she wonders if she’s actually doing this for herself or for someone else…

The triplets age up to toddlers!

Don and Coral have an argument, they sit in silence for 10 minutes, then Don tells her what she needs to change about herself, and she reluctantly agrees

Cataleya ages up to a child- And Coral ended up pregnant AGAIN (don't remember/know how it happened)

Although she’s two pregnancies and four kids late, she finally goes to counseling for this unwanted pregnancy. She also decides to get her tubes tied.

The last gen 2 baby is born, Callum Meadows, who turns out to be an Albino.

Don and Coral finally get married (Don also invited Simon to the wedding 👀)

Peregrine begins his sub-plot where he fears failure and wants to be like his sisters, he starts locking himself in his room and doing homework and extra-credit work as much/often as possible.

Coral and Don FINALLY age up to Adults, and Cataleya ages up to a teen.

Later on, Callum ages up to a child (I stopped caring about this kid when he aged up to an infant, so from here on, don’t expect much abt him at all)

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godsofhumanity · 1 year ago

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Do you want to do headcanons on Pontus and his wife Thalassa?

hullo! i don't really have any hc's about Thalassa. i consider "Thalassa" just as an epithet of Tethys (orphic tradition), and i like the idea of Gaia being Pontus' only consort. i've already done Gaia hc's here. sorry!

if anyone else has thoughts, feel free to reply/reblog :-))

in the meantime, maybe i can offer you some Pontus and Gaia hc's instead?

Pontus is created after the fall of Ouranos, so Ouranos and Pontus never have any interaction in my storyline.

also, i've said this a billion times before, but i like the idea that Ouranos is so strong and powerful and on par with the Primordials despite NOT actually being a Primordial because he was the "first" creation EVER, so Gaia never really intended to make him, she just accidentally "willed" him into existence in her desire for companionship.

and because she never really thought too hard about it, she wished for a being who was her equal completely and entirely, and in doing that, she imbues some of her Primordial strength in Ouranos' design and that makes him very powerful.

but after Ouranos, Gaia learns to have a little discretion when creating other beings-- the Titans aren't nearly as powerful as Ouranos and they don't NEED to be because their primary duty (originally) was simply to toil and take care of the earth.

anyways, seeing how dangerous it was for a non-Primordial to have that great strength, i think Gaia creates Pontus a little more carefully. i don't think he has the strength of Ouranos.

also, Gaia doesn't ask for someone to be her equal in strength, but her equal in heart.. someone with the same love for creating and creation as she. and that's Pontus.

i like the idea of Pontus being very elegant and peaceful... he might be a bit of a brooding sort of guy. but he is the opposite of Ouranos.

where Ouranos is loud, prideful and possessive, Pontus is calm, humble, and generous. he would love all his children, and be protective of the sea and the creatures housed beneath his waves, and he would deliver fierce vengeance on anyone/anything that threatened them, i think.

also i think it's poetic that the sea "waters" the earth to bring forth life; water is so important for creation, and so i think it's really fitting that Gaia's true "soulmate" should be the personification of the Waters and not the Heavens.

#nicosavior456 #asks #hc #pontus #gaia

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usedtobeguest123 · 2 years ago

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It is very unlikely that I will finish this animatic tonight in time for the #wdtajn deadline, but I will post it late when it is done!

In the meantime, here is my humble offering of a couple draft stills. The song will be Never Love an Anchor by the Crane Wives. It's coming together!

#wdtajn #I am learning so much about perspective and HANDS #oh my word the hands and the fabrics #they are so fun and so difficult at the same time #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #encanto #encanto fanart #my art

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macabr3-barbi3 · 2 months ago

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New Love, New Skin (Chapter 6)

hey so I'm just a little dumb and never realized that I didn't post this chapter after I finished it 🤣 Chapter 7 likely won't be out until the new year (then only 3 more chapters before we move on to 'Memory vs Time'!) but please accept my humble offering in the meantime!

you can see the playlist I made for this fic and series here!

Summary: Kora has a fever- seems simple enough, right?

Chapter 1 📺 Chapter 2 💛 Chapter 3 📺 Chapter 4 💛 Chapter 5 📺 Chapter 6 💛Chapter 7

September 1960

When Vincent heard from Rich that they were considering making him a substitute anchor, he had been ecstatic. Finally, his hard work was paying off. Finally, the recognition that he craved. Finally, the chance to do more, be more.

He slept the bare minimum that he could, and spent nearly all his free time at the station- hanging around in the hopes that someone would need him for something so he could prove his worth. He wasn’t quite ready to give up his Sunday’s with Kora, but it was a near thing; if he thought it would give him that extra edge to show the executives that he was dedicated he would do it in a heartbeat. As it was, Sundays were slow news wise and he wouldn’t have benefitted much from being there for them. He and Kora still did their grocery shopping together after spending the mornings lazy and soft, tangled beneath the sheets and relishing in each other’s bodies and company.

She was so much more open with him these days. After she had made her confession- something he still had yet to return, though the words sat burning in the back of his throat whenever she said it to him- her emotions seemed to spill forth in waves. She was affectionate with him in a way he wasn’t familiar with, though it wasn’t entirely unwelcome. She was generous with her compliments, her defense of him to others, the little gifts and trinkets that she obtained for him when she had money to spare. A book about sharks sat on the coffee table; she had gotten them matching shirts that said “I’m with stupid” that they wore to bed sometimes; she made sure to bring home his favorite side dish from Viv’s whenever she could, and she did everything in her power to make sure that he was happy.

Sometimes Vincent would wake up while Kora was getting ready for work, conscious enough to feel the press of her lips to his screen and a whispered “love you” before she left, and it left him with a warm feeling in his chest while he thought about how fucking perfect she was, and how he would do anything to give her the life she deserved.

When he wakes a few hours before his shift on Friday, he’s surprised to find Kora still in the bed with him, back towards him and facing the wall. A glance at the clock confirms that she was more than a few hours late at this point, and she hadn’t told him that she was taking the day off for anything. “Goldie, what are you still doing here?” He asks, his voice rough with the remnants of sleep, and when she doesn’t answer he rests a hand on the dip of her hip to get her attention. Warning bells signal off in his head- the shirt beneath his hand is damp with sweat, the heat of her skin tangible even through the fabric. He sits up in a rush and rolls her onto her back with a gentle shake, concern overriding everything when even that fails to wake her.

Her face is creased in something that looks like pain, her fluffy bangs dark with perspiration and cheeks tinted red. Her breath is slow and shallow, discontent sounds escaping her parted lips when Vincent presses the back of his hand to her forehead.

Hot, even for Hell. Especially for Hell. He didn’t know if heat stroke was a thing down here, but she was definitely warmer than she was supposed to be. “Hang on, Kora,” he tells her, petting her hair back from her face, and he runs to the kitchen to pop a couple of ice cubes from the tray in the freezer. He throws them into a mug for her, stabs them a couple times to make them bite sized, and slips back into the bedroom.

When he flicks the light on, his worry grows. The bed beneath her was soaked, a sure sign that she had been burning up for hours while he slept unaware beside her; guilt seizes him, his heart beating rapidfire while he gently parts her lips and slips an ice cube into her mouth, grabbing another to rub across her forehead. It melts too quickly, the water dripping down her face and making her nose scrunch up- it would be cute if he wasn’t so worried.

He hadn’t even thought of the possibility of getting sick in Hell- he had assumed that with the death of their mortal bodies that things like illnesses would have vanished. But it seemed like just as their Sinner forms could feel pleasure, they could feel pain as well, subject to the same standards as above.

Vincent strips her sweat soaked shirt from her body, laying her out on top of the sheets in an attempt to help her cool, occasionally letting cold water melt onto her face from the ice. She finally settles a bit, a break in the fever when the troubling crease of her eyebrow smooths out and she rests peacefully for a bit.

He sits in the living room eyeing the phone that Rich had lent him so he could be reached at home if he was needed. He had already called Viv’s, had a stilted conversation with Eris letting her know that Kora wouldn’t be in today, and he was currently debating calling the station to let them know that he wouldn’t be in. Vincent didn’t like the idea of that. He wanted to be there for Kora but his job was important, too- calling off even once set a precedent that people would come to expect from him, and that would make the executives think that he was unreliable.

He hears a whimper from Kora in the bedroom, and his mind is made up.

He gets more ice around as he dials the number for the station, sighing in relief when Rich answers. “Hey Rich, it’s Vincent-”

“Vinnie, my boy! Usually these calls go the other way around, with me calling you. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

His shoulders are tense, voice strained as he says, “I’m not gonna be able to make it in today; Kora seems to be pretty sick, and-”

Rich cuts him off again. “Ahh, she caught that bug going around? Your poor golden girl- I’m sure with some good old fashion TLC she’ll be right back to her bubbly self in no time. You go ahead and stay with her for the night- I can cover for you.”

Cover for you. The phrase is uncomfortable, already speaking to the idea that he can’t be trusted that was going to run rampant through the station as soon as he got off the phone. “I’ll still try to make it,” he says in a rush. “As soon as Kora is stable I’ll be in.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Rich says, and his tone isn’t dismissive but Vincent interprets it that way. “One of the interns caught it last week- she’s gonna be out of it for a day at least, and she’s gonna want you for comfort when she comes back to herself. Plus- you might have the bug yourself with living with her. I’ve managed to go all my forty years in Hell without getting sick and I’d rather not risk you bringing it into the office with you.”

His chest feels hollow, giving a twinge when he hears Kora weakly call his name. “Right, of course. I can make it up by coming in early tomorrow evening?”

“Why don’t you take the whole weekend? I’ll tell everyone it’s so you aren’t spreading any germs around, and you can spend some time with your girl, Vinnie- you work too much!” There’s a shuffle on the other end, and Vincent hears him telling someone else that he was assigned to be a nurse for the day and wouldn’t be in. “I’ll see you Sunday night and not a minute sooner, got it? Tell Kora I hope she feels better.” The line goes dead in his ear.

He waits in the bedroom for Kora in case she needs anything, too preoccupied now with what they might be saying about him at work to try and focus on anything else. Every once in a while she would let out a soft sound- still pained, still uncomfortable, and when he chanced placing a hand to her skin she was still burning. He continued to drip the ice across her face, would slip a cube into her mouth every now and then, and tried to tell himself it would be fine.

It was just two days. Richard had assured him that it would be okay to take the weekend off to take care of her, even though he was mostly feeling a little useless at the moment while she slept. He started to think that maybe he could still go into work- Rich would understand, surely, and Kora wouldn’t notice he was gone when she couldn’t even tell that he was here now.

Almost on cue- “Vin,” Kora says softly, her voice rough and cracking from disuse and the heavy panting that she had been doing as her body tried to cool itself down. He sees her tail attempt to wag weakly underneath her when she sees him. “What’re you doing here? You have work.”

“I know,” he says, trying not to let any bitterness creep into his voice at the reminder. “I talked to Rich; he said to take the weekend and make sure you’re okay. How are you feeling, baby?” He smooths down her hair on one side, and she breathes deeply and turns on her side to push her face deeper into his palm.

“Too hot,” she says, her brow creasing again. “Reminds me of Theron. Of death.”

“Theron?”

Her eyes clench shut, breath coming harshly once again. “Don’t hate me like he did,” she whispers, “please, I had to do it.”

Vincent’s eyes narrow as he watches her- he’s honestly not sure she’s entirely lucid, that she’s even really talking to him. “What are you talking about, Kora?”

Tears start to flow as whatever dam she’s built inside of herself cracks, and he’s reminded of the morning he had found out about Gideon- without her conscious decision, words that spilled from her in sleep. That seemed to be the only way he learned anything about her past, when she was unable to stop herself from telling him somehow. Perhaps the fever had brought the nightmares back again; they always happened around an extermination, the link between the event and Gideon’s death all too clear, too fresh when that time of year came around again. He held her through it every time, whispering soft words into her ear while she cried his name around sobs, a pattern he was used to and knew how to handle.

But Theron. Theron was new, something she had never mentioned before. It probably had something to do with Gideon still- and he felt like if he didn’t try to get the information now she might never tell him.

“Come on, Goldie, what’s Theron?” He urges her gently, and she breaks his heart by crying harder when he says the name. “I just wanna help, doll, gimme something to work with here.”

“Don’t let him hurt me,” she cries, and he feels his face flicker in shock at the words. Her fingers grip tightly at his arm, claws digging in enough to bring dark blue blood to the surface. “I had to do it, please don’t go- don’t leave, Vin, don’t hate me-”

He gathers her up from the bed, cradles her against his chest and tucked under his screen. Her skin still radiates heat, sweat slicked and damp against the fabric of his shirt. “Never,” he promises. “I could never hate you.” He presses a kiss to her forehead, burning flesh under his lips. “Just trust me, okay? I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I’ve got you.” He repeats the words under his breath, just low enough for her to hear, and slowly she drifts back to fitful sleep in his arms.

They stay like that for a good chunk of time- Vincent reaches over every once in a while to get a half melted ice cube and coax it into her mouth, and when the ice is gone he brings the entire mug for her to take a sip from. When it’s empty, he puts her back on the mattress as gently as he can and slips out of the house- he takes the bike to the closest store that’s open and pays far too much for a loaf of bread, some canned soup, and crackers, hesitating only a moment before he grabs a small bag of those god-awful chips that she likes as well. Definitely not the greatest choice for being ill, but hopefully it would give her some comfort.

As he approaches the apartment, he can hear her sounds from outside- he rushes in, tossing the groceries on the couch while he runs to the bedroom. Kora still seems to be sleeping- and in her sleep, she was digging her claws at her wrists, not hard enough that she had drawn any blood from herself yet but the lines were stark and red against her skin, irritated and injured. Her voice was a series of whimpers and whines that made his blood run cold, words muttered under her breath that he couldn’t make out.

“Kora!” He climbs on the bed and holds her hands in one of his so she can’t scratch at herself anymore, and unlike before when she had simply allowed him to bring her against his chest, she fights back this time.

Her legs kick out from under him, striking him in the legs; her hands escape his grip when he releases her from the pain, and she uses them to shove at his shoulders, his dense muscles not budging as she pushed and cried. “No no no no,” she was crying, her eyes open now but wide and unseeing- her skin still felt like fire licked at it from her blood, the fever having come back as an inferno in her veins. “I had to, T, please, don’t- don’t hurt me anymore-”

He wills himself to calm down when she lands a strike on the edge of his screen- it had probably hurt her more than it had hurt him, he reasoned, and she wasn’t in her right mind because of the sickness.

But this was so much worse than what had happened with Gideon; this felt like a trauma response, rather than just a nightmare. This was something deeper than an ex husband that had died, something that affected her so deeply that she was unconsciously lashing out in her weakened state.

He manages to get her hands together once more so she’ll stop clawing and slapping at him, bringing his knees together around her thighs and shifting his weight back so her legs can’t kick either, and once she’s immobile she just cries in earnest, tears falling fast and hard from blue eyes that are still looking at something beyond him.

He uses his free hand to smooth his fingers down her cheek, and she flinches at the contact. “Come back to me,” he says softly, and her eyebrow creases but her eyes remain vacant. “It’s me, baby, it’s okay. Everything is okay.” He continues to speak quietly, easing up his grip on her wrists when some of the tension seeps from her body, petting her hair back from her face and rubbing his thumb soothingly across the irritated skin of her wrists.

He’s not sure how long this goes on- but eventually her eyes slip closed, her breath still leaving her in shaky gasps as sleep claims her before she really seems to recognize him again.

It’s a few hours before he checks on her again, the bedroom silent once he had left it. When he creeps back in, Kora is out like a light- but thankfully when he brushes his fingers across her forehead her temperature has cooled, the fever either no longer present or on its way out of her system. He sits on the edge of the bed armed with a stack of crackers in a paper towel, and soon after he arrives Kora’s eyes flutter open, that empty look gone from the, as her gaze settles on him.

It settles on the tiny gouge she had left in his casing with her claws, and her eyes fill with tears. “Oh, Vin,” she says, sitting up and reaching for him, and before she makes contact he thrusts the stack of crackers at her.

“You gotta eat something, Goldie, you haven’t had anything since you came home from work last night- then we’ll talk, okay?”

She nods, cheeks flaming as she takes the snack and nibbles at the corners of the saltines. She’s so quiet, her skin pale where he can see it under her fur, and every time she looks at the scratch in his casing she tears up again and tears her eyes away. She eats all of them, takes a sip from the water he offers her, and then sits in silence with her hands in her lap until he sighs. “I’m so sorry-” she starts, and he holds up a hand to silence her.

“What was that?” He asks finally, and Kora won’t look at him. “I thought maybe it was similar to what happened with Gideon, just a nightmare, but you’ve never reacted like that with your nightmares. And I don’t think a fever alone would elicit a response like that.”

She pulls her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms and tail around them. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she says defensively.

He places his hand on her knee, and she doesn’t flinch away from his touch- another reassurance that it had been caused by her mind consumed by fever before. “I know you’re pretty tight-lipped about your past but that wasn’t a simple nightmare. You were fucking gone.” She catches his eye over her knee before she diverts her attention again, and he feels the first hint of true irritation towards her that he can ever recall feeling. “You weren’t in there at all. You attacked me-”

“I said I’m sorry!”

“Sorry doesn’t fucking cut it,” he snaps, and her eyes well with tears at his tone, his volume. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I just- these nightmares and shit keep happening, and I don’t know how to deal with them because I don’t know what’s causing them. I know you don’t like to talk about your life up top, but-”

“No,” she bites, the word sharp. “I’m not- I don’t want to talk about it, it’s none of your business.”

He takes a deep breath, willing himself not to lose his temper again; she was vulnerable right now, he told himself. She was out of the nightmare but it was clearly a sore subject, and he needed to tread carefully or she would close up completely.

Vincent opens his arms up, and Kora sniffles before releasing her knees and falling into him. He smoothes her hair down, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “It is my business,” he says quietly into her hair, and she stiffens a little but doesn’t pull away. “I want to be able to be there for you when these episodes happen. It’s hard to see you like this, baby- so terrified you don’t even recognize me, fighting me off like you think I’m going to hurt you.” She grips his shirt tightly, the action of pulling him closer making him think he was on the right path. “You can trust me- who is Theron?”

The effect is immediate- Kora turns to stone in his arms, her motions stiff and jerky and she shoves herself out of his embrace to stand against the wall. “What part of ‘I don’t want to talk about it’ are you not understanding, Vincent?” She asks coldly, and he’s left bewildered, the ghost of her warmth- normal warmth, not from fever- still in his arms. She crosses her arms across her chest, beautiful and captivating even in her anger. “Drop it.”

He does not. “Kora, come on,” he implores, holding his hands out to her, and when she doesn’t take them his irritation spikes; if he had a jaw anymore it would be clenched, the tension of the moment reflecting in all the muscles of his body. “I just want to help you-”

“I don’t need your fucking help!” The words come out of her like a bark, harsh and defensive with the growl that follows them. “I’m not out here prying into your fucking past, what gives you the right to try and pry into mine?”

“I’m not prying, I’m trying to figure out what the fucking problem is.” He stands from the bed, still keeping his distance so she doesn’t try to bolt before they were finished talking. “This isn’t normal, Goldie, these fucking panic responses you have; do you know how fucking scary that was?”

“I don’t care.” She steps away, to the dresser where she fishes out one of her t-shirts and yanks it onto her body. “I don’t care how you feel about it, it’s none of your business.”

“We share a bed!” He shouts exasperatedly, fingers clutching at the top of his screen. “When you wake up from this shit crying and freaking the fuck out, it becomes my business. I took off work today to take care of you, and-”

“I didn’t ask you to do that-”

“- you’re making me feel like an asshole for trying to help you-”

“I already said I don’t need your help!” Her eyes are teary again watching him, his arms moving as he talks and tries to get his fucking point across to her. The tension just seems to leave her body at once, shoulders drooping and her eyes casting their gaze at the ground. “Just- fucking leave me alone for a bit, okay? I can’t think with you shouting at me and shoving your bullshit down my throat, so please just… leave me alone.” She collapses back onto the bed, swaddling herself in the blankets and turning fully away from him, the conversation clearly over as she buries her head into the pillows.

Anger still courses through him, white hot in his veins as Vincent watches her for a moment before he storms out of the room, leaving the door open behind him. He was trying to fucking help her, to get to the bottom of what was causing her so much distress. To just dismiss him like that? Making him feel like he was somehow in the wrong for trying to help? He jerks his shoes onto his feet in the living room, grabbing his wallet from the tray by the door and leaving the house.

The streets are dark aside from the flickering lights when he slams the door behind him and takes off in a jog down the road. He thinks he hears Kora call his name when he turns the corner, but he ignores it- she told him to leave for a bit, so that’s what he was doing.

He jogs around the block a few times, by the store he had stopped at earlier in the day, past Viv’s, before finally heading home. His thoughts the whole time are a jumbled mess; he was just trying to do right by Kora. Everything he was working for was for her, so they could have a better life together. None of that mattered if Kora wasn’t there for it, if she fought him at every turn when he tried to do something for her, tried to help her work past whatever had scarred her so much in life that it was still affecting her now.

But by the time he comes back to the apartment, his head has cooled. His frustration doesn’t boil under his skin like it had when he left, and he was ready to apologize to her- for crossing her boundaries, pushing the issue when it was obvious and clearly stated that she wanted him to let it go. He shouldn’t have argued with her like he had, should have respected what she was telling him at face value. Whoever Theron was, whatever they had done to Kora- she would tell him when the time was right, when she trusted him enough to do so.

His keys jingle as he unlocks the door, and he’s hardly stepped all the way in before Kora has launched herself at him, arms wrapped around his neck and holding him tightly. “I’m sorry,” she cries, and when she tries to pull back to look at her she clings even more tightly to him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it- I love you, please don’t leave,” she begs him, and he wraps his arms more securely around her, closing the door behind him with his foot and collapsing onto the couch with her in his lap.

I love you. It still hits him like a blow to the chest when she says it, though it’s gotten easier over time to hear, to accept and know that she means it- every morning, every evening, before they part ways or fall asleep for the day. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he tells her, running his hand over her head like he had done earlier while she sobbed into his shoulder. “No harm done, baby, everything is fine. We’re fine, Kora, I promise.”

They sit there, Vincent whispering sweet nothings while she held him and cried, until Kora finally calms enough to release him, bracing herself on his chest. Her eyes were puffy and red, bloodshot and sad when she looked at him. Losing so much fluid couldn’t have been good for her coming off a fever, and he resolved as soon as she let him stand up to try and urge her to drink some water for him.

“I’m sorry,” she says again, her voice quiet. “I shouldn’t have shouted at you.”

“I shouldn’t have either,” he tells her, wiping a stray tear from her cheek with his thumb.

“I’m not… proud of who I was,” she mumbles, “when I was alive. The things I did and how I ended up down here- I don’t want you to know yet. I don’t want it to change the way you see me.” She brings one of her hands up to trace along the casing of his screen. “But I love you, and I promise I’ll tell you someday.”

“And the fever dreams?” He asks, carding his fingers through her hair. “You’ll explain that part too?”

“Yes,” she agrees, “and I’m so, so sorry that I hurt you. What happened with Th-Theron is hard to talk about, and I lashed out.”

Even now she stutters on the name, and he feels a sharp stab of self-loathing for trying to make her talk about it. Her fingers caress the section of his casing that has the small gouge in it, and he grabs her hand to press a kiss to her fingers. “I shouldn’t have pushed it. I’ll wait however long you want,” he assures her, “and when you’re ready to talk I’ll be here.” He thinks about how she had clung to him when he came through the door, her desperate pleas that he not leave. “I’ll always be here for you, don’t worry.”

She comes back into his chest again, her breathing finally calm against him, and he waits until she’s fallen asleep to carry her to the bedroom so they can both get some much needed rest. He tucks them both beneath warm sheets and hopes that they’ll get through this together.

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terrifickid · 1 year ago

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How is this helpful? Your wishful thinking and non-grasping of the basic fundamentals here is more demented than my own schizoaffective delusions.

They de-enrolled me because I could make my appointments. I didn't offend them. They already said I could come in. You haven't seen me in 10 years and I've never been doing great. There's no reason to go back on medication that I went off of after 1 months because meditation was more effective. Grace's brother was never able to function and was granted SSI, but I will not.

I am completely alone.

On Thu, Dec 21, 2023, 6:59 PM Sunny Elizabeth <[email protected]> wrote:

Please try again with Permiacare again… consider an apology if you caused any uncomfortable situation with them, not meaning to and humbly ask them to help you with your treatment. You really do need them to help you. They have history with you and they are close enough by to help The medication, though you may not like gaining weight is the most helpful Ive seen and witnessed you be the most functional on. Once again, Grace’s brother struggled with taking the medication until he went on the monthly shot and this has made the biggest difference for him, he really likes it and never forgets to go get the next shot it helps him so much…please consider trying this route…you might be pleasantly surprised! In the meantime we can work on getting your application in once you get all documents needed to apply…it will work out, you will get accepted. I’m sure of it and so is Grace. OK? We are here to help you thru this process and you are not alone. I see you have many people that care about you and want to be supportive.

On Dec 21, 2023, at 4:03 PM, tk <[email protected]> wrote:

Looks like Daniel Gregory is out. Can't/ won't help.

I don't know why it's so difficult to fathom that help for people like me is unavailable.

On Thu, Dec 21, 2023, 4:30 PM tk <[email protected]> wrote:

Hello!

Well I can't get rides there and they already de-enrolled me for not showing up. Also I don't know what magic world everyone is living in that permiacare is going to save the day. My positive symptoms are already under control.

I'm going to attempt to enlist the aid of cowboy faith alive church after the New Year to carpool me to my appointments since they go back and forth every Sunday.

I've already been ignored in my statements that I will 100% go back on medication that didn't improve my situation. This is as a formality to prove medical treatment isn't available for my incurable and terminal degenerative neurological disorder.

I'm doing all of this and documenting it all to attempt to qualify for AD because the alternative is completely horrifying and unacceptable.

I don't believe I will qualify for AD - and that will put me in a very precarious and adversarial relationship with everyone else I'm sorry to say. Where I would be born a political criminal for having a health condition.

For the love of God, I fully encourage everyone to deeply consider their commitment to denying me health care I can afford today.

Richard

On Thu, Dec 21, 2023, 4:16 PM frenchcowgirl <[email protected]> wrote:

Dear TK...

Have you been able to get an appt at permiacare? Possibly consider getting back on meds they offer and getting documents needed from them in order to apply and fill out ssi paperwork? I can help you on monday if you want to set up an appt or just have a conversation what to do next? I will fill out the paperwork for you if i can get each document i need, one at a time if that helps. At least get you in the line.

Were you able to talk with dr Grier?

I care...Mom

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From: tk <[email protected]>

Date: 12/21/23 1:19 PM (GMT-08:00)

To: [email protected]

Cc: Sunny Elizabeth <[email protected]>, Aaron Rhoades <[email protected]>

Subject: Fwd: Welcome to the SOAR Online Course: Adult Curriculum

Hello!

This is Richard Croft again. I'm making slow progress putting my justification together. I've still not been able to work/find work. I've started hearing voices. I have reached out to everyone I know and the best plan anyone has is to somehow qualify for US disability benefits from the federal government - according to our resident expert a random disability lawyer it just isn't that simple.

Meanwhile I'm falling apart and headed into homelessness. It's not reasonable to expect family friends to take care of me and it isn't a long term solution. I noticed you hadn't replied to my last email - are you still able to provide AD assistance in switzerland? As documented I'm enlisting the help of a local church to get transportation to nearest ward in the next city over to re-enroll in their program and get the paperwork of their diagnosis.

So far nothing has really surprised me and I still think AD is my only humane option for a future.

Thanks!

Richard

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Subject: Welcome to the SOAR Online Course: Adult Curriculum

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As you begin the course, be sure to review the Course Introduction. It provides important details about the course along with troubleshooting links.

While you are free to read all the information in the course to learn about SOAR and the SSI/SSDI application process, submission of a Practice Case Application Packet is geared toward case workers who will be assisting with disability applications using the SOAR model.

If you choose to complete the Practice Case, please note that when you enrolled in the course you agreed to the following: “In completing the Online Course Practice Case, case managers are required to do their work independently and not copy others or submit “joint” work. This is a requirement to receive a SOAR Certificate of Completion and 20 CEUs from the NASW.”

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