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aemonds-wifey · 2 years ago

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[This was a continuation one shot request by the lovely @dothrckis …but it exploded into a full chapter! So thank you for the request and I hope you guys enjoy!]

Epilogue: You and Osferth decide to try for another child

Warnings: Smut

The flame danced ever so gently as you lit the last candle in the room. The very room where you and Osferth had declared your love for one another was looking like the perfect dream. Pillar candles on every surface as your light, the rain crashing against the villa roof and the bed full of the softest furs.

You felt two arms snake around your waist gently, that familiar chin resting on your shoulders were your hair was resting , Osferth inhaled you , you closed your eyes. Even after five winters of being his wife he still drove you wild with desire. He kissed your neck making your skin tingle with anticipation, he swooped your hair off your shoulders and pulled gently on your dress, exposing your shoulders to his lips.

“Osferth…” you moaned lightly.

He breathed onto your skin after each kiss , your knees were sure to crumble , your hand reached to the back of his head and when your head turned you were instantly met with hungry kisses on your lips. His fingers lightly crawled against your neck , rubbing your jawline with his thumb. He spun you around, your fingers found their way to his robe and you pulled it over his head. As his head appeared again he grinned before he continued to remove your dress , as you stood naked before each other he looked you up and down and marveled at your body. Bringing children into the world had brought new scars onto your body…but scars you were proud to show. Osferth travelled down to your chest with peppered kisses. He stayed in between your breasts planting long kisses as you ruffled your fingers through his messy hair. One hand massaging your breast, the other securely against your lower back. You looked down at him, you couldn’t take the separation and brought him up to you. As you firecley kissed him to satisfy your hunger of him his knees knocked into yours, pushing back onto the bed. Once again he stood over you, marveling at your body, he made the sign of the cross with a playful smile “Lord have mercy woman…you’ll be the death of me.” You supported yourself by propping your shoulders up slightly “come here” you demanded He obliged , slowly, kissing one of your legs from head to hip. His fingers brushed your core which made you shiver in awe at how Osferth could make you loose control. As he lay on top of you you stretched your hands making them cross over his neck. His hand slowly rubbing your wet folds as you ached for more. You could feel his hard cock brush against your lower belly. “Osferth please…” you groaned against him. “For the love of god” You pleaded . He could not deny you any more, he lined himself Against you and pushed tenderly inside you . Your head snapped back In joy and as your back arched you cried out your husbands name shamelessly “Christ Y/N!” Osferth hummed. As he began to increase his rhythm you moved your arms from his back and under his arms.

His breath hitched as you pushed him onto his back , placing your hand on his chest . Whilst your other hand. His eyes wide with surprise and love watched as you slowly sank into him , you both gasped in tender pleasure and with such carefulness , you began to roll your hips. His fingers were sure to bruise your hips as he clung on so tightly you hissed at the sensation it made your skin feel. You leaned backwards utterly lost in the sensation of the moment, the sound of the heavy rain thundering against the villa walls drowned out your ecstatic moans. One of Osferth’s hands slid up and gently squeezed your breast, he brought himself up , that same hand ran round and held onto the back of your head as his other wrapped around your back, tightly gripping the flesh below your breast. One of your arms fell to his back and found your finger tips digging into him, your other hand ran up and cupped his face. He leaned up, desperate to catch your lips with yours, but all you could both do was gasp and moan , your hot breaths brushing against each other skins until Osferth couldn’t take it. With every thrust he got closer , he found his lips graze yours - his lips now pressed against your neck and your head leaning back as the wave hit you. The vibrations of Osferth moaning against your throat was the final release of euphoria that caused your hips to spasm against him, he pulled on your hair lightly so your chin went up, he caught your lips with him , kissing you deeply he squeezed you and rolled you back onto your hips and thrust a final time. Breaking the kiss only to stare into your eyes as emptied inside you.

You both grinned as your legs tightened around him , your hands roamed over his back , gently pressing down - wincing in pleasure as he moved deeper inside you. He leant his forehead against yours as you both caught your breaths. Both of you were utterly spent , Osferth waiting a few moments more before slipping out of you finding a relaxed solace in your others lips and wrapping you round him. His hands caressing your thigh and body soothingly as your hands explored his back, your fingers rubbing intricate circles at random spots. You could feel yourself drift in g into slumber , before you closed your eyes for sleep you and Osferth wordlessly kissed each other once again before succumbing to your exhaustion and peacefully sleeping.

A few months later 🌝

“Like this” Sihtric flung the fishing wire far out into the river , Stigir gasped at how far it went and crashed into the middle .

“Now you wait patiently “ Sihtric said

“And the fish come ?” Stigir asked

“That’s right.” Osferth said leaning against the wooden pole at the end of the dock. Estrid sat by his feet playing with a bunch of daisies she had picked with you earlier in the day, the first flowers of spring.

Edmund observed the fish “But we have to be quiet…or they will swim away.”

Sihtric nodded “Osferth I think your boy may be a scholar”

Osferth nodded and laughed as Estrid giggled and laid on her back. Osferth scooped her up and held her and watched as Sihtric taught the boys how to fish.

You watched them from your hut and made your way down to them. Edmund noticed you and smiled “Mama look. Uncle Sihtric is teaching us how to fish!”

Stigir bellowed as he waved the fishing line “I’m going to catch the biggest fish! And we shall feast for days!”

You laughed, Osferth smiled at you as you got closer and hugged your boys. Kneeling carefully at their level , you gently rubbed their backs as they watched the water.

“Uncle Sihtric is a good teacher I hope?” You asked

“No he’s been a reet heathen “ Finan piped up approaching from the river bank.”teaching them curses and drinking”

The boys giggled “Uncle Finan lies!” Stigir yelled.

You adored how well Finan and Sintric took to your children, they loved spending time with them and teaching them new skills. Uhtred too was happy to be around the children.

Osferth smiled at you “He’s just teasing I am sure.”

You laughed “Of course he is. Sihtric would not dare become a bad influence”

Sihtric nodded with that playful smile “of course.”

You stood by Osferth, Estrid beamed at you “Mama I do not see the ducks!”

You held her arm tenderly “My little flower the ducks are nearby. “ you kissed the side of her head as she kept looking around.

You inhaled looking at Sihtric and Finan. “Would you boys mind if I stole my husband away for a few moments?”

Osferth looked a little curious, Estrid held her arms out and Finan took her “right my lady” as he held her his free arm palmed over his eyebrows as if he was scouting “ Shall we go and find out where the ducks are? ”

She nodded “Yes!”

Finan walked with Estrid in his big arms down to where several ducks circled the bank near the longboat. Kneeling down to her height and pointing at the scenery and ducks, Sihtric stood by your boys and nodded “We’ll be right here. “

The boys were too interested in their fishing to notice you had to leave them Momentarily. Sihtric watched them carefully and continued to guide them with the fishing wires.

You nodded in gratitude at Sihtric as you took Osferth’s arm and lead him down the path towards the large willow tree that sat by the river. It’s lush green leaves gracefully stroking the water as the wind brushed through, you took him underneath the shelter of the tree.

“I swear my love Sihtric is be-“

You cut him off by pulling him around the tree bark , out of sight and kissing him ever so sweetly.

He smiles “Y/N you are in high loving spirits?” He mused.

“I have plenty of reasons dear Husband.” You grinned.

He returned a grin “Oh? Pray tell.”

“Hmm where to begin….my devoted husband , my beautiful good children, my comfortable home…the peaceful life you gave me ..”

Osferth smiled warmly “Y/N I -“

“Or…” you interrupted gently.

He frowned, hanging on your last word he was curious. Wordlessly you took his right hand

and opened it flat, before pressing it against your stomach. Except it was not as flat, as he felt a small yet familiar irregularity Keeping your eyes trained on him as he eyes widened in glee.

“Are you…?” He said

You nodded “I am my love…almost 4 moons ”

He gasped in excitement before kissing you quickly and dropping to his knees facing your stomach. Planting a kiss on your lower belly. You’re ruffled your fingers through his hair as he stayed there, he looked up at you with so much excitement in his eyes you were sure to burst. A tear escaped your eye, immediately he came up to you “Y/N what is it?”

You breathed “I’m happy. Truly happy.”

He embraced you and rested his head against yours “Me too my love.”

“It’s a boy Y/N!!” the midwife said as the cries of the newborn babe echoed around the hut. You would sure they would hear him across the river And into the next kingdom. Your Labour had started in the morning , the sun was starting to set now. You were truly grateful for the quick and easy Labour.

Your breathing was staggered by your exhaustion but your relief at the healthy sound of your new son was now resounding within your heart.

“Let me see him…” you asked. The midwife came over after cleaning him, he continued to gurgle as you took him in your arms. He was precious and beautiful, you laughed with glee at the miracle of his life.

You looked at Ealhswith who had sat with you through the Labour, she nudged you “Well done Y/N. He’s perfect.”

You nodded and squeezed her hand “Thank you for being here with me..”

she nodded and got to her feet “I’ll go get Osferth and the others.”

You stood up slowly as she left the room, cradling your new born was the purest joy you felt .

You rubbed a finger delicately over the babes soft forehead “Hello little

One.” You smiled.

He curled is fingers and yawned , eyes radiantly blue like Osferth’s, he had your nose you were sure.

After a few moments you heard the rumblings of footsteps coming , the rest of your family approached. The door opened, Osferth was there with your children. Stigir and Edmund hurried to you, followed by Finan holding Estrid , her tiny arms holding onto him. He placed her carefully down and she followed her brothers to you.

“Careful boys., Estrid…careful ” Osferth said as they came over to you. You smiled as they walked to you, eagerly looking up at the bundle you carried. Osferth beamed as he stood and planted a long kissyou on the head , searching your face “Are you well?”

You nodded “Tired but…worth every ounce of pain.” You said as you both looked down at the baby in your arms, You could already see rogue scarlet hairs at the top of your newborns head. The relief on Osferth’s face was soon heavenly taken aback by the sight of his newborn son.

Stigir cried at you “Mama what is his name?”

You looked at Osferth , you simply replied “Boys, Estrid…this is your baby brother .Cenric”

Osferth wore his heart on his sleeve as he held his arms out , ready to hold his third son. You gently passed him to him, You moved to the chair, Edmund rushed to helped you by offering his arms for you.

“Oh Edmund thank you my sweet.”

He almost jumped up at you at wrapped his arms around your neck . Even though it hurt as he pressed into a tight hug you did not care. Estrid and Stigir were introduced to Cenric as Osferth was steadily knelt down , you nudged Edmund and he wandered over to meet his new brother.

You’re watched as the children chattered with excitement , you briefly met Osferth’s eyes as he raised himself back up. Finan swooped up Stigir “Come on ya devils, I heard Uncle Sihtric talking about some honey and oats for supper!”

Stigir gasped in excitement “Mama can we go?”

You nodded “Yes my loves. Save some for us we will join you shortly.” Edmund smiled as he and Estrid followed Finan out of the room. As soon as the door closed you sighed happily, Osferth swirled round to face you holding Cenric, a slight bounce to his step.

You exhaled with a relaxing smile as Osferth swayed Cenric side to side “Another boy” he said in happy disbelief not taking his eyes off the babe, he was so gentle and loving your heart skipped a beat watching them. He looked at you briefly “we are outnumbered my love. Hmm and this little raider is already asleep…how terrible he finds his father a bore.”

You chuckled with the warmest smile “Never a dull moment with you…baby monk.”

The way his smile curved on his face as his eyes remained on yours gave you a rush of bliss you thought was never possible. He continued to lightly bounce Cenric in his arms as the smile never faded. In that moment you felt a deeper connection to him, not only had Osferth been the best thing to happen to you, you had also proven a good influence on him. He was more confident which was only amplified by becoming a father, you were made for each other. ..and you both knew it more than ever in that look you held onto in this very moment.

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Thank you to all who enjoyed this series ❣️

#osferth x reader #baby monk #Osferth #the last kingdom #Finan #sihtric #Saxon #Dane #Viking #fic #osferth x you #epilogue #ewan mitchell

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milfmarine · 3 years ago

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reverend ninomae

Gawr Gura/Mori Calliope/Ninomae Ina'nis/Takanashi Kiara/Watson Amelia (Hololive), Mori Calliope/Ninomae Ina'nis, Polymyth - Relationship

how many found solace in a humble priestess.

how a town gets destroyed.

how gods play with their food.

Reverend AU, Alternate Universe, tags will update as characters and relationships appear, Churches & Cathedrals, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, but its a fake religion!, cause i havent read the bible :), or any holy text of any religion either, Alternate Universe - Human, Kinda?, Humor

chapter 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

chapter 1 of 10: a voice

She is to care for the dead, Calliope knew that much. She couldn't remember anything before she had received that first message, only that, as soon as she started receiving them, they wouldn't stop. Little urges and ticks would leave her grasping at her side for something that was never there. Tiny wisps of words would make her head ache and split at the most minor sound.

"A new town," they would say, "A way to find something important, a way to meet me,"

That was when they were quiet. Their voice became less and less weak over time, each word becoming less of a struggle to force out of their metaphorical lungs. Calliope had taken to calling them the works of the devil, only receiving a squawk of resentment in return. Each day she lived out wandering from wild plains to thick forests, not remembering the day before or anything before that. She thought it strange, finding only a blur of shapes and colors where there should've been childhood.

One can only take so much nagging, which is exactly why she had followed the devil's orders. She trekked through the slush that surrounded a pitiful town, drowned in its own waste and tears. Heavy rains deterred Calliope, only to receive an itch in her back every time she turned away. Her ragged clothes stuck to her skin, cold and leaching at her as she spotted the main road.

"Almost there, Calli," the devil spoke, a hint of impatience in their voice, it recently having taken on a feminine lilt. Surely, it was a trick to garner trust from Calliope, to have someone that's somewhat alike, but something in her stirred at its sound. Her tongue curled around what used to be a name, but long since forgotten.

Calliope grumbled wearily, her legs screaming as she finally hit the rocky tops of a cobblestone road. The sky sobbed, loud rumbles of water pattering at the roofs of houses around her, deciding to stumble over to the closest building and collapse on the door. It had swung open, leaving Calliope to wetly slap the ground. A quiet gasp was all the warning she got before her head was lifted from the cool stoney floor.

"Oh jeez, uh, are you alright?" The kneeling woman spoke, long dark hair cascaded down her shoulders and onto her cassock. She peered down at Calliope through her glasses, kind and soft eyes relaxed her exhausted body.

Calliope scraped words out of her throat, scratchy with unuse, "Yeah," She sat herself up to the best of her ability, feeling as though if she put too much weight on something, it may snap.

As Calliope gathered her senses, the devil spoke once more, "Calli! This is it! I remember this place," The woman had stood, now sifting through a few baskets by the door. Calliope scanned the room, it being somewhat sizable, and filled with pews all pointing toward a huge stained glass window. Its colored shards displayed an entirely white figure with tendrils strung across the landscape like webbing, shades of purple and orange faded to a blue aura surrounding the figure. She felt that it may have looked a lot more soothing without the constant bashing of rain against its surface and dark tones it took from the clouds.

Calliope felt a piece of cloth draped on to her head and covered her eyes. Panic stabbing her limbs to life, she scrambled away, ripping the rag off as she did.

The priest held up her hands as Calliope's breath slowed, "I didn't mean to scare you," She pointed at the watery skidmarks on the floor, "but, unfortunately, you are wet."

Calliope, looks at the puddles, face beginning to prickle with heat. She opened her mouth, only to be cut off with a giggle, "Don't worry about it, I've spilled plenty of bottles of communion wine on these floors. They can take a beating, especially if it means someone is safe," She squatted to meet Calliope's eyes, "Speaking of someone, may I have your name?"

"Calliope," She coughed out, rubbing at her face with the rag, "Morrison,"

The priest hummed, "Reverend Ninomae," She held out her hand in offering, Calliope hesitated, but took it after drying her own. As they shook, the reverend smiled, "Water you doing out there?"

A small moment of silence overcame the room, Calliope tilted her head to the side and furrowed her brows. The reverend snickered to herself, "Alright, alright, I'll lay off the puns… for a bit," She readjusted her glasses, moving to sit next to Calliope, "but seriously, what were you doing out there? The whole town's been preparing for this storm for a week-" She stopped herself, turning to squint at Calliope, "You're… not from here, are you?"

Calliope looked off to the side, shaking her head. She sat there for a long moment, staring at the walls of the church surrounding them, “Rever-en…” she cleared her throat, “Rev-Rev… Ni-nino- AGH!” she balled her fists, shaking her head at herself.

Ninomae held up her hands, “Hey, hey, it’s alright.” She moved her head to meet Calliope’s eyes, “You can call me Ina if that’s easier for you, your voice sounds real beat up, you shouldn't use it all up on my title." She chuckled as Calliope smiled back, gratitude seeping into her expression.

Calliope sat up slightly, preparing her voice with a few thumps to her chest and a cough, "Ina…" she spoke slowly, "home?" she pointed down, tilting her head to the side.

Ina raised a brow for a moment before her eyes widened, "Oh! Yes, I live upstairs. It's a lot cheaper than having a house around here," Ina smiled, a sharp canine slipping out and resting on her bottom lip as she spoke, "I can show you around since I can't imagine you enjoying going back out into the rain." Calliope nodded and Ina stood.

"Wait-" Calliope croaked as Ina paused. She thumped at her chest a few times, stopping to hold up the tattered edge of her tunic, "Spare?"

#holowrite #holoen #ninomae ina'nis #ina #calliope mori #calli #polymyth #takomori #lets goooo #im so productive today #2 drawings and the first chap to a fic thats been on the back burner #i hope people will like this one #its an au so its gonna get weird for a bit

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thiswasinevitableid · 4 years ago

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sea monster indruck nsfw? maybe including one of them masturbating while fantasizing about the other one and confessing all their dirty thoughts as they're actually having sex? scary protective monster is also always hot if you're down for that

Here you go! I wasn’t able to fit in everything, but this one was fun!

This is all the hangman's fault.

Indrid could be pleasantly dead right now, not trapped in a gibbet on a clifftop, if the man had bothered to check his ropes ahead of time. But no, instead he failed to see the rats had been gnawing on them and the blasted noose snapped clean off the instant it took Indrids weight. To the villagers, this was a sign that Indrid was indeed a witch (and the son of a demon, a rare charge that drags his poor, deceased mother into this mess). To Indrid, it meant a new set of bruises and the worst possible death.

They locked him in the gibbet, the Atlantic crashing in angry, grey waves far below them. The man on his right is dead, eyeballs already plucked out by an enterprising bird, and the man on his left is getting there. If his visions are accurate, Indrid has a good five days of suffering the elements, the wild-life, and his own hunger and thirst before he joins them.

A lifetime of visions breeds resignation in the face of fate, so he closes his eyes, follows the futures of luckier men as a temporary escape. The screams of his neighbor rouse him with a start. Their source is wholly unexpected.

Looming at the edge of the cliff is an immense monster. From his vantage point, Indrid spies the creatures’ lower body still submerged in the sea, making it well over a hundred feet tall. It’s skin is green, it’s fingers webbed, and it’s crowned by a frill of wave-shaped spikes. The face is humanoid, with green eyes and hair of black water and a squid-beak where a mouth should be. Strange tentacles appear and disappear along its torso, as if they have not made up their mind as to whether they wish to exist.

The monster sighs, “Fuckin hate it when they leave their dead like this. Unsightly, and I ain’t sure it’s good for the seagulls to be eatin humans.”

“The dead and, ah, almost dead do not enjoy it much either.”

Upon hearing Indrids voice, the creature peers into his cage, “Huh, guess you ain’t dead. Either of you.” He turns his eyes on the other condemned man, who starts screaming again, “why’d they stick you here?”

“Witchcraft, specifically foresight and dabbling in ‘black magic.’ Well, that and a failed hanging” He tilts his head to show the visitor the rope mark.

“Damn, that looks like it hurts. Wonder if I can..” the tip of an immense claw extends towards him. There’s a crackle of power that makes his ears pop, and the monster pulls his hand back, “nope, fuck, was hopin it’d be a small enough thing to do.”

“I beg your pardon?”

The monster sighs, “Long story short, my kind ain’t able to interact in an, uh, altruistic fashion with humans unless they’re acolytes. Can’t even open that damn cage without gettin zapped. Never mind that some of us don’t even wanna be old gods or whatever the fuck, still ain’t allowed to help. Maybe if I get a real big stick..”

“How does one become an acolyte?” Indrid presses his face to the front of the cage.

“Uh, you gotta swear loyalty and servitude to me, specifically, and the ‘old gods’ in general, live in a place I set up for you, and do stuff when I need you to.”

“Very well, are there specific words of the oath or…”

“Whoah, hold up now” the creature raises his hands, “this shit is real bindin’, rather you not rush into it.”

“Given the alternative is death, a rush is rather necessary.”

“All I’m sayin is you might wanna think for more than two seconds before you agree! And there might be other ways for me to get you out.”

“Do..do you not want an acolyte?” Being rejected by a sea monster feels like a fitting end to his life.

“Not really. It ain’t personal or anythin; I’m just now leanin into the whole god thing and I still ain’t all that comfortable with parts if it. Last thing I want is an acolyte who saw me as ‘not as bad as death.”

“And the last thing I want is to die of exposure, so we are at an impasse.”

The monster clicks his beak once, “Okay, here’s what I’ll do. You take until sunset to think over whether you wanna be stuck servin’ this” he gestures to himself, “for a long-ass time, and we’ll go from there.”

“Very well.” Indrid resigns himself to several more hours of misery as the creature sinks from view. He glances at the other prisoner, “what do you think? He seems very considerate for a sea monster and I for one would like to keep living.”

The man stares, babbles incoherently for a moment before shouting, “You, you conversed with a devil! You are a witch, just as they say!”

“He spoke to both of us.” Indrid blinks, puzzled.

“I closed my ears to his lies, you offered yourself to his wickedness! Speak no more to me from your black tongue.”

“Hmmph” Indrid does his best to ignore the ongoing beration. He’s not sure the creature is a god, but then again the creature seems uncertain on the matter himself. Serving a maybe-god seems no worse than serving the king, a life among the depths no less tolerable than his small home in a town torn to pieces by accusations of witchcraft.

After a time, the storm clouds fulfill their purpose, a downpour battering him from all angles. Then a shadow falls over his shut eyes, and no more rain touches him.

“Seemed awful rude to leave you stuck in the rain while you thought things over.” The god explains, one massive hand shielding the human.

“Many thanks. Ah, I do have one concern about being your acolyte. Would...would I have to hurt anyone?”

“Don’t think so. I ain’t fond of hurtin folks, and if someone did need to be hurt, seems real strange to make the tiny human do it.”

Indrid puts on his most hopeful, charming smile, “I am very cold, very hungry, and my whole being feels as though it’s been stomped on by a team of horses. Perhaps I could give my answer early?”

A chuckle, like bubbles in deep water, “Hard to say no to that face. Okay, you got a deal. I checked with Joe while I was gone, to make sure I knew the right thing to do if you said yes. I’m gonna say the oath, and you’re gonna repeat it.”

Indrid nods, makes his way laboriously through the incantation in a gurgling language he does not know. The god patiently guides him along, cracks open the cage when the last word is spoken.

“Do I get to know your name? If it was one of those words, it will take me some time to master it.”

The monsters’ cheeks rise, suggesting a smile, “You can call me Duck. It’s a nickname. C’mon” he holds out his hand, “let’s get you outta the rain.”

“One moment.” Indrid moves to the other gibbet, undoing the lock, “you can get free if you wish. If anyone asks how, tell them it was the witch.” With that, he settles in Duck’s cupped palms, the skin smooth and cool to the touch.

“Down we go.” Duck sinks.

“Wait, how will I bre-” water fills his mouth, but only for a moment. A clear bubble forms around him, let’s him gulp in air as Duck dives further into the sea. More jarring than the spell is the sight of the monster unfurling behind him. He assumed Duck had legs, but instead his lower body is that of a sea-serpent, green with bronze rings and undulating in the dark waves.

“Like what you see?”

“Yes” he wonders what touching that tail is like.

“Yeah, this is a real beautiful part of the sea. If you want, some time I can take you further out; some spectacular lookin creatures out there. Here we go, home sweet home.” They surface at the base of a much shorter cliff, Indrid woozy from the change in depth. Three cottages--one red, one gold, and one blue-- stare back at them from a grassy hill.

“Let’s see if I can do this” Duck sets Indrid on the ground, closes his eyes, and hums. The world shudders and splits, and then a fourth, emerald green cottage sits alongside the others.

“Ha! Pretty damn good for a first effort.” His frill flickers with silver light.

“It’s wonderful.”

“All yours. You get yourself settled, I'm gonna go find out from the others what else needs doin’ now that I got an acolyte.” He lowers himself so the two of them are roughly face to face, “see you soon, Indrid.”

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The cottage holds more possessions than Indrid’s ever had in his life, including a large feather bed that he stretches his aching body across before falling asleep and dreaming of seaweed twining up his legs.

Voices from the window rouse him some hours later. At the side of the red cottage sit three other humans, two of whom are at work in a vegetable garden. Indrid ventures down to introduce himself.

“Hi!” One, a woman with golden hair, waves to him, “you must be Indrid. I’m Dani, this is Barclay” she points to the bearded man harvesting potatoes, then to a tattooed man polishing a pile of gold and silver jewelry, “and that’s Boyd.”

“Pleased to make your acquaintance. You are all acolytes as well?” His stomach rumbles and Barclay pauses his digging to slide him a basket containing bread and cheese.

“Help yourself, those are leftover from lunch. And yeah, we are. Or were, in Dani’s case.”

Even with foresight, Indrid is surprised when the woman says jokingly, “Got promoted to ‘wife’ a few months.”

“Congratulations.” It seems the appropriate thing to say, given her smile, “ah, what exactly do you all do for your gods? Duck is rather unclear on the details.”

“Some of it is spellwork. Beings like Duck have some innate power, but they can get more of it from an acolyte doing rituals or making offerings. Joseph, that’s my monster, Duck, and a few others aren’t sold on the idea that they’re meant to destroy humans, so they spend a lot of time keeping other monsters from doing just that. Our spellwork gives them an edge. Other than that, it really depends on who you’re working for; I spent a lot of my first month helping Joseph understand that hauling himself up onto a random dock to ask questions is not the best way to learn about humans. Boyd spends a lot of time maintaining Ned’s treasure.”

“Only because he bloody tricked me into workin for him. Just bidin my time until the deal runs out. You hear that Chicane!” Boyd yells towards the water, “don’t care how much you steal, I’ll get my share and run one of these days.”

To Indrid’s ear, the sea laughs in reply. Boyd grumbles and returns to his work.

“He’s just annoyed because he and Ned thought they could outwit each other; Boyd was on a prison ship bound for Jamaica and Ned offered him an out. Apparently they spent hours haggling over the terms.” Dani leans closer, whispers, “Boyds left twice, comes back every time saying he’s bored without someone to challenge him.”

They talk a while longer, Dani promising to bring Indrid some hens and a goat from town, Boyd giving him some firewood, and Barclay explaining the network of sea caves in the surrounding hills. When there’s a knock at the door, he opens it expecting another human and jumps when this is not the case.

“Evenin’” Duck smiles as he slithers into the house, “brought you a few more things.”

“You got smaller.”

“Can change my size some, though this is about as small as I can get.” He’s still two heads taller than Indrid, who notes that the ceilings are just high enough to accommodate him, as if the god built the cottage with visits in mind.

Duck sets a bucket of fresh oysters in the kitchen along with a large slab of butter, some milk, and some sugar, “Had one of my human friends bring me these. And, uh, I made you this” he holds up a cloak in the same colors as his tail. It fits Indrid snugly, shutting out the chilly air and making him feel rather grand indeed.

“C’mere” Duck pats a kitchen chair, “lemme take care of your neck.”

Indrid sits, shudders when webbing and claws rub sticky balm into his skin. The gods hands easily encircle his neck, a realization that stirs heat deep in his stomach. Duck talks as he works, a meandering story about a shipwreck, and Indrid finds he enjoys his manner of speech. The initial discomfort of the touches subside, the balm washing the pain in his neck away like a wave erasing a message in the sand. Cool hands wrapped around his throat turn as comforting as the fire crackling in the stove.

“That looks like it healed. Good” Duck’s beak fondly nips his ear, “gotta make sure my servant is in good condition.”

“Mmmm” Indrid bumps his chest with his head, hoping for more; tomorrow he’ll ask the others if it’s commonplace for an acolyte to lounge in the coils of their gods lap like a housecat.

The beak touches his ear once more, biting it lightly with little kissing sounds.

“Huh'' two tentacles catch Indrid as he tips sideways, his body deciding that the earlier nap was not enough rest, “didn’t think you’d find that soothin. Did it by accident, it’s how my kind show affection.”

“S’very nice” Indrid mumbles, dimly aware of being carried.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Y’know, in case I need to reward you for somethin.” Duck lays him in bed, pulls a thick blanket over him, and bids him goodnight. Indrid is sound asleep before the door closes.

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“Ngahka miskato--ah! Give that back” Indrid wrenches his spectacles free from hold of a far too inquisitive octopus. The creature squirts him with water, then disappears back into its pool.

Each of the gods has a sea cave in which their acolytes perform their rituals. Since the processes involves ancient, dark magic, all manner of strange sea life makes its way to the caves. Some, like the octopus or the seals that bob in the distance or flop on the rocks to nap, are known to him. Others might be classified as indescribable horrors from the deep, though Indrid thinks they look like crustaceans with a few too many limbs or the offspring of an eel and devil fish.

His oath to Duck allows him to read the spells, and his pronunciation is improving. Duck’s requests center on defense; letting himself take greater damage from an enemy, be better able to protect his friends, that sort of thing. Indrid even found a ritual that gives the god new cloaking abilities, which he’s used to make the cottages disappear on the hillside and thus keep curious townsfolk away. He also found one that allows Duck to remain out of water for well over a day.

The Duck who visits him in the cave and the one who stops by his home may be radically different sizes, but his disposition is constant. He talks about the kelp forests and the animals, about his annoyance with his supposed destiny as “destroyer of all man.” He conjures fine clothes from seaweed, furniture from driftwood, and brings Indrid newly made grins embedded with fresh pearls.

“Aren’t I supposed to be the one serving you?” Indrid will tease.

“Way I see it, we serve each other. Don’t care what that fuckin oath said.”

Indrid is feeding his hens one evening when his luck catches up with him; his human friends are all standing at the edge of Dani’s house, peering anxiously around it’s corner and down the hill. Joining them, he sees a crowd marching with torches and an assortment of lethal farm equipment.

“What the fuck are they doing? You were just in town today and everything was fine” Barclay glances at Dani, who shrugs, worried.

“My visions tell me that as they get closer we will hear them yelling about witches and that I will recognize many of them. I suspect my fellow gibbet-occupant told them about Duck.” He sighs, “I’ll try to lead them on a chase, get them away from all of you.”

Indrid runs into the evening before the others, or his own common sense, can stop him. Keeping to the cliffside, he lets them glimpse his hair and his red glasses, both used at the trial as proof of his wicked nature. His plan is to take a secret tunnel down into the caves, but his visions alert him a moment too late to the fact there are two, not one, groups of villagers. He’s outflanked on the cliff, holds up his hands to show he means no harm.

“I understand my continued existence alarms and confuses you, but that is no reason to go running about with weapons. Would you kindly leave me alone?”

“No, witch, we will not.” The head of the party shouts over the wind.

“I have a name, you know.” He grumbles, looking behind him and wondering if his status as an acolyte grants him immunity from death by falling in the water.

“You have already confessed to your black work, and we have on good authority you have made a pact with the devil. There is nowhere to run, and if you come quietly I promise we will hang you properly this time.”

“And if I do not?”

“We shall see to it that your body is scattered about this cliffside before the night is out.” The mob moves forward and Indrid stumbles back, the earth giving out beneath his feet.

He lands with a yelp in a smooth, large hand. As Duck rises more fully from the waves, the crowd freezes, struck dumb with fear.

“Y’all ain’t gonna touch him, y’hear? Indrid’s under my protection and in case it ain’t obvious, I could smoosh the whole damn bunch of you without breakin a sweat. So, what you’re gonna do is turn around and go back to your village, and I’ll forget this ever happened. If you come after him again, I’m gonna start taking out ships in your harbor. We clear?”

The panicked flight of the mod downhill suggests he’s made his point.

Duck carries Indrid home, joining him in the cottage once he can fit through the door. The monster follows him upstairs, pulling him into his arms.

“Thought I was gonna lose you.”

“That makes two of us.”

Duck nuzzles the top of his head, “You mind if I stay here tonight? Little worried some of them might get it into their heads to come back and hurt you.”

No futures show this, but Indrid nods all the same. Duck curls up near the bed, not leaving until the morning sun shines through the window. He does the same the next night, and the night after that, and soon it’s been two weeks of the god talking softly with Indrid as the human falls asleep.

When Indrid shyly asks if Duck will join him, his monster lays as comfortably as he can on the right side of the bed. Indrid is now used to waking up with a tail looped around his leg or a tentacle clinging to his arm.

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Indrid is just drifting off when the covers slide aside and weight slithers up the bed. He opens his eyes; Duck is on his side, facing him, annoyed.

“What troubles you, my dark excellency?” Indrid nudges Ducks’ lower belly with his toes. He’s taken to calling Duck increasingly absurd things, and the monster calls him “faithful servant” or “esteemed attendant” in reply.

Tonight, Duck just sighs, “Y’know how I was supposed to do somethin important tonight, bein’ that it’s the second full moon in the month? Turns out that somethin was, ‘spread my seed among the beds of men’ so our kind will gradually overrun the surface.” He clicks his beak with a snort, “don’t that sound fun?”

“No.”

“Smart little thing, ain’t you?” Duck teases, cups Indrid’s chin, “Yeah, I said no. Problem is, apparently a second full moon makes my whole body wanna fuck, which is why that prophecy was supposed to happen tonight.”

Indrid looks down, sees something rippling under the skin at the upper part of Duck’s tail.

“I’m gonna try sleepin it off.”

His visions give him courage; Duck turns him down in most futures, but none of them end in death or bodily harm, which at his point in his life is all he asks.

“Or you could, ah, allow me to help you.”

Green eyes blink, slow and calculating, “‘Drid, that ain’t part of your job.”

“No…” Indrid scoots across the sheets, tentatively runs his fingers up Duck’s side, “but that is not why I’m offering.”

“No?” The rest of his tail joins them on the bed, curving so it traps Indrid against him, “Then why are you offerin, sweet human of mine?”

“Because I, ah, I want, that is I would very much like to know you in that way, and I thought it was allowed based on the others, I apologize if it’s not, I did not mean to-” He freezes as Duck cups his face, nipping his ear and throat with a kissing noise.

“‘Drid?”

“Y-yes, my lord of the depths?” He’s breathless, drowning in Duck’s gaze.

“Stop apologizin and take off your clothes.”

Indrid flails until nothing is between him and his monster.

“Thats better” Duck’s voice deepens, washing over him like rough waves, “now, come serve your god.” He pats what Indrid thinks of as his waist, the point where his human qualities disappear entirely.

“As you wish” Indrid tries for a coquettish smile as he straddles him, but it gives way to surprise as the slit in Ducks skin parts.

“I was not expecting tentacles. Which, given the rest of you, was naive.”

“Not usin that future vision of yours to see what’s comin’?” The webbing of Duck’s fingers is like velvet as it caresses Indrid’s chest.

“It is difficult to focus on such things when you are here. You command my attention. You always have.”

Duck flicks his tongue across Indrid’s lower lip, “Now that kind of devotion I could get used to.”

“It is yours whenever you want it.”

A tentacle emerges from his side, petting Indrid’s face, “My Indrid. You been so good for me, so faithful and true. Letting me babble about seaweed and when my claws through that pretty hair. And you just keep gettin better.”

“Please” Indrid rests his head against Duck’s chest, hugging him as best as his size will allow, “please teach me how to serve you this way too.”

“I can do that. You don’t gotta lift a finger.” Several of the tendrils that comprise his cock twine together to form a single appendage. The tentacle on his face gains a twin and the pair slide down to his ass, parting it.

Indrid’s thighs are uncooperative, struggle to get and keep him in the right position to sink down. He curses, reaches down to adjust only for a thicker tentacles to bind both wrists and yank them up above his head.

“Uh uh, I said no finger-liftin and I meant it.”

Indrid moans, his cock filling as he discovers there’s no way to free himself. He expects Duck to guide him into place with his hands. The end of his tail encircles Indrid’s hips while his claws trace arcane shapes on his skin.

“I, I did not know it was quite so dextrousOH, oh god.” The tip of that strange cock pushes in, pulsing little by little to stretch him open without pain.

“Right here.” Duck nibbles his hair with that same kissing sound, “I got you. Take such good care of my faithful human.”

“Oh god” Indrid can’t come up with anything else to express the sensation of Duck sinking deeper into his body, of how safe he feels stretched out and stretched open in the monsters hold. He tips his head back with a cry as Duck bottoms out and his cock moves fluid and disjointed all at once. It’s pulsing, thrusting him full on each inward push, yet it’s individual tendrils curve and curl within him independent of the whole.

“More, oh god, please, please never ever ever stop.”

A fond chuckle, “That good huh? Maybe that prophecy was wrong. Maybe what I’m supposed to do is fuck you full and then drop you in town so you can spread the word of how good my dick is. Be my consort and prophet all in one. Get everyone clamorin for the chance for me to fuck them.”

“No” Indrid squirms, petulant, “you’re my master. Not theirs.”

A louder laugh this time, “You gonna take the amount of fuckin I was supposed to do to a whole town yourself?” A tendril curls around Indrid’s aching cock.

“Yes” He wails, rolls his hips “you may have me as often as you please, I want you too, I’ll, I’ll be your faithful servant always.”

“You’re already somethin better; you’re my ‘Drid.” Duck twists the tendril and Indrid’s lost, his orgasm knocking breath from his chest and tears from his eyes as white spatters the green of Duck’s abdomen.

“That’s it darlin, lookit you bein so good, cummin for your master. Think it’s time for you to make good on your promise to take whatever I give you.” The tail lifts Indrid up and down as Duck cums, the monster not so much as pausing before thrusting his hips harder, “fuuuck that’s good, my perfect servant, my ‘Drid, takin me so well.”

Indrid sobs as another burst of cum enters him and a strange feeling fills his chest; he’s buzzing with blindingly bright power. It’s coming from Duck, he knows this, and in the haze of his submissive state he understands the depth of his divinity.

“Duck” he whimpers as more tentacles twist around his limbs, the god losing himself in his pursuit of pleasure, filling Indrid until his belly twinges and his eyes fight to remain open. When the god groans out the humans name a final time, Indrid is so enveloped by him he wonders if they’ll ever fully disentangle.

The monster carries him to the washroom, Indrid still squirming on his cock, and gently pulls him free to set him in the tub. A flick of his hand fills it with warm seawater.

“You okay?”

“I doubt I will be able to walk tomorrow.” Indrid smiles to show he relishes this fact.

“Guess I’ll be spendin tomorrow waitin on you.” Duck joins him in the tub, coiling protectively around him as he washes his chest and thighs.

“I thought I was the servant here?” Indrid cuddles closer, kissing Duck on the tip of his beak.

“Nah. Far as I’m concerned, we take care of each other.”

#indrid cold/duck newton #Indruck #monster march #reader requests #monster boyfriend #the author says "fuck HP Lovecraft

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super-unpredictable98 · 4 years ago

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Celebrity Glamour (Vegas Baby series)

Fandom: Misfits Pairing: Nathan x Lydia (OC - Hard Candy’ verse) Word Count: 1.4k Warning: Strong language, alcohol a/n: the second part of the Vegas Baby series is probably the most self-indulgent piece of fanfiction I’ve ever written lol enjoy

(Masterlist)

"Why are you trying to impress me?"

Nathan was sitting, spread on the couch while making a casino chip appear and disappear between his fingers.

"Who told you I'm tryin' to impress you?" he scoffed.

"I think you are... Cause of what happened earlier."

"Oh, that little thing? That was nothin'."

"Nathan you fainted in the Skyjump and nearly puked on me, I wouldn't say that was nothing."

"Well..."

"Wait a second, is Nathan Young embarrassed of something?" I cocked an eyebrow.

"No, I'm not embarrassed of anythin'," he puffed his chest. "And if you really wanna get impressed, I can impress ya."

Nathan showed me the chip on his hand, then with a flourish, it disappeared. He gave me a pointed look and waggled his brows.

"What?" I asked without understanding.

"You'll see..."

"Oh fuck!" I uncomfortably shivered as I felt something inside of me. I reached under my knickers and pulled the chip out, agape.

"Ta-da!" Nathan grinned.

"I can't fucking believe you just made me give birth to a chip! That's disgusting, even for you!"

"But you gotta admit it, that was impressive... Aren't you a little bit turned on with how powerful I am?"

"You're such a twat," I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.

"Do we have time to hit the pool district?"

"I wish... I need to get ready. I promise we'll go tomorrow, yeah?"

"Fine," he pouted.

My performance was gonna start in about two hours. I had to run to The Chelsea to get dressed, get my makeup done, and everything ready for the concert. Nathan was there, as always, to give me support, help around, and make stupid jokes to calm my nerves.

The crowd was huge, I think that was the first time I sang in front of that many people. It felt awesome, people were excited, total serotonin rush.

"I love it when you go crazy, you take all my inhibitions. Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back," Nathan smirked. "Are you sure you didn't write that song for me?"

"No, it isn't mine," I whispered. "It's by Shawn Mendes."

"Who's that?"

"Right now, a 12-year-old boy."

"You're stealin' from a kid? Shame on you, Lollipop..."

"Oh, shut up!"

"That was insane!" Nikki arrived backstage followed by the rest of the gang.

"Everyone loved you, Peanut," Simon hugged me.

"Yeah, people are freaking out," Alisha smiled.

"Why don't we hit the club to celebrate?" Kelly suggested. "I heard about this place, Vanity at the Hard Rock, we should go."

"Lyds must be tired after the show," Curtis commented.

"No, I'm fine, let's go!" I got up.

I gave a few autographs on my way out and we all headed to the Hard Rock Hotel. Luckily we got in with no issues, but the place was packed. We found ourselves a little corner with a table and ordered a few drinks.

"To Lyddie!" Nathan raised his beer.

"To Lyddie!" everyone cheered and I felt warm inside.

Nikki and Curtis went to the dance floor, Kelly was flirting with a guy. The rest of us was talking, drinking, and occasionally snogging our respective partners. It was a fun night, but it was about to get so much better:

"I'm gonna get another drink," I put my empty glass on the table.

"Wow, someone's feelin' wild tonight..." Nathan teased.

"I'll come with you," Alisha followed.

We both headed to the bar, she ordered a vodka tonic and I got a beer.

"So, how do you like Vegas?" I asked. "Is it everything you imagined?"

"It's fantastic, way better than I imagined. It's so colorful, so full of life, so..." she stopped talking abruptly and poked my shoulder.

"What's wrong?" I looked around.

"Isn't that the bloke from your shirt?"

"What?"

"Over there, the Panic guy, he's checking you out."

Alisha discreetly pointed at a corner where Brendon Urie was sitting, drinking whiskey and most definitely looking at us.

"I think he's checking you out, Lisha."

"Me? No way!"

"Brendon Urie is not looking at me... I'm me!"

"And what's wrong with that?" she laughed. "Come on, let's talk to him."

"No, Lisha, that'll do Nathan's head in."

"I can't believe you're throwing away the chance to meet your idol because of Nathan! Come on, it's not like you're gonna do anything!"

"You don't know this story, but I have a little bit of a trauma with friends dragging me and forcing me to talk to attractive blokes..."

"If you don't wanna come, I will," Alisha took her drink.

"No, hold on, I'm going..." I took a generous sip of mine, hopefully the alcohol would help.

I followed her towards Brendon, but as soon as we got there, she tapped my shoulder and whispered:

"Good luck," she left with a giggle and went back to the spot where the others were waiting.

"Alisha..." I hissed, hopelessly.

"Hey," Brendon flashed me that absolutely dazzling, breathtaking smile.

"H-hi," I tried not to freak.

"Lyddie Young, right? I watched you earlier."

"Yeah, that's me," I couldn't believe Brendon fucking Urie knew my name.

"You're really good, your songs are... Something else."

"Thank you, it means a lot to me," I gave up on trying to act all cool. "I'm a huge fan of yours."

"Oh, really?" he smirked.

"Yeah!"

"And what's your favorite song?" he gently placed his hand over mine and I had to take a few deep breaths not to faint on the spot.

"That Green Gentleman," I nearly choked on my drink from the way he looked at me. Truth is my favorite song was Far Too Young To Die or Vegas Lights, but he doesn't know they exist yet.

"Things have changed for me, and that's ok, I feel the same, I'm on my way, and I say..." he mindlessly sang, leaning in closer to me.

"Oh dear Lord," I muttered under my breath. "You're actually singing... To me!"

"I love that song too."

"So, are you in Vegas to visit your family?"

"Yeah, I like to come here and see some old friends."

"That's awesome, I also like to go back to my hometown whenever I can. Actually, I live there, but touring has been... Is everything alright?" I tilted my head, noticing he was staring into my eyes as if he was hypnotized.

"You know, Lyddie... You are really beautiful."

Brendon fixed his glasses and my breath hitched as my gaze wandered between his lovely brown eyes and his juicy lips.

"Thanks?" I breathed. "You're really handsome."

Without giving me any time to react, Brendon pulled me closer and kissed me, I hated how amazing that felt. I had to use every single ounce of willpower to push him away from me.

"Brendon, I'm engaged," I panted. "And you have Sarah, what the fuck?"

"Well, I won't tell if you don't," he whispered, moving once again to kiss me.�� "This can be our little secret."

"You have no idea how many times I imagined this moment, kissing your poster in my room, but I can't," I stopped him halfway. "I'm sorry, I really love my fiancé, he doesn't deserve this."

"Wow, he's a lucky guy."

"I'm lucky to have him, actually I should probably go find him..."

I tried to leave, but Brendon held my hand. His frown was replaced with a cheeky grin.

"No need, Lollipop."

"Nathan?" I gaped. "Were you trying to see if I'd cheat on you?"

"No, no, that's not it," he cackled. "I wanted to give you a little treat, but I have to admit, it was pretty heartwarmin' to watch you reject Brendon Urie because of me."

"What can I say? I love you, you prick..."

"So, d'you wanna shag me lookin' like this?" he gestured towards his new body.

"No, I wanna shag you looking like yourself."

"Are you sure? I mean... I won't be mad, it was my idea."

"Natty, I told you when we started going together, I only like lanky twats with curly hair," I chuckled. "Now give me my fiancé back, please."

Nathan's glamour slowly wore off and he smiled that childish smile I love so much.

"So, you don't think I'm a cunt after what happened at the Skyjump?"

"Of course not, I'm just glad you are okay... And didn't puke on me."

"So when you said you wanted to shag me looking like myself, did you mean like now or...?"

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#misfits #misfits fanfic #misfits nathan #misfits imagine #nathan young #nathan young x oc #hard candy #fanfic #imagine #one shot

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onehelluvafirstdate · 4 years ago

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tagged by @titan-wolfdog !!

rules: MAKE A NEW POST, bold what applies to you and tag whoever you want to get to know better.

APPEARANCE

I’m an I-need-to-pull-the-driver-seat-all-the-way-in kind of a person // i wear glasses or contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i wear makeup // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how I look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backward

HOBBIES & TALENTS

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIPS

i am in a relationship // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long-distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

AESTHETIC

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sunrise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colors // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

MISC

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least one dog // i have a cat

tagging: @pieck-aboo , @spo0ks , @bre-meister

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feynavaley · 5 years ago

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Headcanon: America is some sort of Instagram celebrity.

It happens almost by mistake. He’s not the only personification with an Instagram account – however, unlike most of the others, he sets it as public. And, since Alfred is a handsome and extroverted 19-year-old who posts a lot of pictures and videos (goofy selfies, snaps of mundane and relatable moments, outdoor activities, places he’s visiting...) he quickly gains followers.

Along with his growing fame, the ‘mystery’ surrounding his identity develops as well. The thing is that, in spite of being extremely extroverted and bubbly and posting many daily anecdotes, America doesn’t actually reveal much personal info. This only makes the interest bloom. He’s known as ‘Al Jones’ (and his handle is ‘alamericajones’), there are many speculations on what his full name is. Ironically, Alfred is very low on the list as it’s almost unheard of for a modern teenager. There are also different theories on where he lives as he posts from all over the United States. Some of the more accredited speculations are NYC, Washington DC, or Los Angeles, but nobody knows for sure and there are many others.

With time, people start noticing that pictures Al claims are taken at his own house don’t match, they clearly belong to different buildings. Somebody says he’s lying – a teen who isn’t even old enough to drink alcohol owning multiple apartments is ridiculous. Others suggest that he may come from a very rich family and the houses belong to his parents.

Al’s family is another puzzle, however. He never posts pictures with his parents or even mentions them, which is kind of odd, considering he overshares in many other departments. (Somebody says it might be to respect their privacy, but then again, it’s still weird that there isn’t even a single mention. Besides, Al doesn’t seem to worry too much about privacy when it comes to other people who are often featured on his account.) A frequent feature on Al’s Instagram is, instead, another teen-aged guy who looks a lot like him and Al calls his ‘little bro’ in the caption of their first picture he posted. The event causes an uproar, but the enthusiasm turns into disappointment as people realize that the brother’s profile is set as private. All they can see is his name, Matthew W. (The ‘W’ is universally assumed to be the first letter of his second name – the most accredited guess being ‘William’ – as his surname, logically, must be Jones.) What immediately jumps to the eye is Matthew’s handle, ‘matthew.canada’. People are ready to shrug it off as just an oddity until somebody notices that many pictures featuring Matthew are, indeed, taken in Canada; almost as if Matthew lived there. Al never gives an explanation. The first tentative guess is that Matthew is studying or working in Canada, but as time goes by, it becomes clearer and clearer that Matthew has a distinctly Canadian feel to him. In addition to his handle, he often has a stylized maple leaf somewhere on his clothes, Al says complains in some captions that ‘Mattie’ doesn’t feel the cold and mocks him in others for how he cannot handle the heat... Moreover, the few times Matthew comments under Al’s pictures, he uses the British spelling and Canadian idioms. He gives the impression of being somebody born and raised in Canada. However, the tentative guess that Al might have moved out for work is shot down as Al is, instead, undeniably American to the core. In the end, the most accredited theory is that one of their parents is American and the other Canadian. Al doesn’t comment, and any further attempt to get an insight on the matter is thwarted by the fact nobody can find a Matthew Jones matching the face in Al’s pictures.

Even odder is the second person Alfred refers to as his brother, a grumpy guy named Arthur who, instead, doesn’t look like Alfred at all. He appears less than Matthew, always scowling, and his pictures are often deleted not long later. He also frequently posts sarcastic comments under Al’s pictures, though. His profile is private as well, but his name is listed as ‘Arthur Kirkland’ and his profile picture shows the Big Ben. Not to mention, he undeniably uses BrE in his comments. People are confused. Alfred’s unhelpful answer, this time, is ‘my family’s complicated 🙂’ and he leaves it there. Some people claim Arthur is Alfred’s half-brother or step-brother, somebody even suggests Arthur isn’t related to Alfred at all but a person Alfred calls his ‘older brother’ in a metaphorical sense as he looks up to him. (Nobody knows that Alfred has to use all his self-control not to correct the assumption and accidentally reveal something, nor do they have any idea of the smug smile curving Arthur’s lips as he reads the comment and calls an intern to have it screenshotted. From time to time, he brings it up to tease Alfred.) Once again, however, nothing concrete can be found.

There is also the mystery of what Al’s job is. The option he’s attending university/college is soon discarded as Al never mentions studying but some comments allude to him having a job. From time to time, he complains about his boss being unreasonable. Al isn’t even just a blogger as, anytime he mentioned his job, he talked about paperwork (something like a selfie of him at the desk with a sad face and a caption that said ‘wasting this sunny day inside bc I’m buried in paperwork 😞😭’) or having a meeting. Al is oddly cryptic about the nature of these meetings, but it’s clear he often has to go abroad for them. There are also pictures of him with people he calls his coworkers or colleagues – all young people of different nationalities, none of which looks older than their mid-twenties. Nobody can figure out which job can entail something like that. When a person suggests they’re all international spies or agents, it’s laughed off as a joke. (The theory keeps resurfacing from time to time, though. It’s clearly not the truth, and at the same time, it’s the only one that could logically explain everything...)

But this isn’t where the oddities stop. Al is good-natured and goofy, but some of the pictures and stories he posts are... concerning. His parkour stunts hardly raise any eyebrow as he clearly knows what he’s doing, but other things... getting way too close to dangerous wild animals... hiking away from the trail and in bad weather condition... and once Al posts a picture showing a bandaged arm with the caption ‘Mattie’s bear didn’t want to cuddle with me 😟’. It would be taken as a joke, if it weren’t for the polar bear cub (with an oddly smug expression) in a corner of the photo. The uproar is so big – people calling Al stupid for getting close to a bear, saying he’s a bad role-model for celebrating this act of idiocy that didn’t end badly only thanks to his spectacular luck, people worried for a bear being kept in a house, people threatening to report Al and Matthew for animal abuse – that it ends up being deleted. The incident is fresh on many people’s minds, however. Al may always come out of his adventures unscathed, but they start making some people uncomfortable. The most charitable ones are worried about Alfred’s recklessness, others start saying that it’s all a hoax of a bored teen who wanted to be an online celebrity or even a social experiment. Either way, it’s all fake. The pictures are photoshopped (even if with incredible skills, as there’s no visible evidence of that), and he uses friends’ houses to pretend to be in different locations. Al proclaims himself innocent, he seems genuinely upset for not being believed. He doesn’t spend too much energy trying to clear his name, though.

After a bit, people are genuinely confused about what’s going on with Al. The theories – on his behaviour, on whether it’s fake or real, on which part is real and which part invented – keep multiplying and becoming wilder and wilder. And in all this, America doesn’t care. He finds all the speculations amusing (and, unlike other personifications, he isn’t concerned about them as nobody ever got close to the truth, he doesn’t think there’s any danger of his identity being exposed) – but what he truly enjoys is sharing his days with people who are genuinely interested. Even if it’s all virtual, it’s still a part of the human interactions he craves for so much.

#hetalia #hetalia headcanon #aph america #aph canada #aph england #feyna's headcanon #queue

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laughing-with-god · 6 years ago

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Pandemonium XI

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“I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.”

The tension in the room always seemed to follow Namjoon.

It was as if he carried the marvelous ability to take the thin air around him and bend it into a daunting aura. The very presence of him screamed alarm to others, an alpha just begging you to fuck with him. One found it a bit of a task to just meet his eye line.

You must admit, his little dialogue of his prediction of your ‘submissive’ side left a somewhat startled and taken aback feeling for you to process.

Surprisingly, he did make a point of you aggressive persona being a lot to upkeep. You weren’t sure if it was a defense mechanism or your personality, but you did feel a bit tired at times from having to keep a constant level of defiance. Perhaps you did have a problem showing vulnerability, and that’s why you act so bold; especially in the face of men.

You found yourself in a position you rarely were ever in; flabbergasted and strangled by silence as your mind struggled to keep up with what was just said.

Namjoon looked pleased, aristocratic features twisting up in a witty smile as if your confusion aided his pleasure. His dimples made an appearance and you felt your own face scrunch up into a scoff. How befitting was it for such an adorable feature to be plopped beside the very same lips that uttered such taboo topics at the dinner table?

His smile sparked some annoyance within you due to it revealing the satisfaction that his plan was working.

He wanted you to be freaking out right now.

He wanted you to feel exposed.

He wanted to plant a seed in your head.

You wouldn’t let him.

You leaned back in your seat and grabbed your glass to take a sip of whatever expensive wine he found necessary to splurge on. ‘Rich people’, you thought while barely suppressing an eye roll.

“You know Mr. Kim, I think that perhaps your little male ego just needs to feel vital. That’s why you enjoy the concept of being a girl’s ‘daddy’.”

A snark from his baritone voice. His olive tone hand reached out to mirror your actions by grasping his own glass of wine. “Charming analysis, really. Yet this doesn’t stem from a need to be in control and feel important. Like I stated before nymphet, it works both ways. You’d be just as vital to me as I am to you.”

“Be that as it may, don’t you think that forcing a submissive role onto someone is just manipulative?” You retorted.

“Not at all. Tell me babe, exactly when did I force any type of role onto you? In fact, I quite like you just as you are. I would be very bored if you were a utter doormat.”

You snorted at this. “And what exactly was that whole ted talk about your psychological analysis concerning my inner submissive side?”

“My meer suspicions. But let me ask you some questions.” A pause as if to wait for your objection. You stayed quiet. “Do you find it a negative that your partner would want to take care of your every need?”

You shook your head.

“Is it bad to depend on your partner?”

Another shake of the head.

“And will you admit that in relationships, one usually falls into a more assertive role while the other falls into a submissive role?”

A prolonged response, but you settled for a shrug.

“And you have a softer side, it’s just hidden under a facade of aggression.”

You placed your drink down quickly, and stuttered; “W-well, I wouldn’t say-” “No, no. That wasn’t a question.” His dark eyes glimmered with a knowing benevolence.

You face warmed on its’ own accord.

Logic was also something that was not wasted on this man by any means. It was like you were debating against a world class lawyer. You felt small and somewhat stupid, trapped by the brilliant diction to escape those plush lips of his. Of course, your immediate reaction was to yell and spark up another fight. He had tricked you.

Yet, you couldn’t. You would be proving him right.

Perhaps you were too stubborn. Maybe you were demonizing the idea of a dom/sub relationship. As you searched your mind for one valid reason to take a strong stance against it, you couldn’t.

“Are you two ready to order?” This broke your trance, causing you to look up and see the anxious waiter, pen and paper in hand.

You huffed and looked at Namjoon. “Order for me.”

Namjoon smirked, “No allergies to speak off?”

“Nope.”

Namjoon turned his attention to the waiter and informed him of the food that he would be expecting. Meanwhile, you attempted to drown yourself in that alcoholic grape juice that suddenly became all too interesting. Not noticing the very proud smirk Namjoon held.

“Any recent literature to capture my nymphet’s mind?”

You shoved another fork full into your mouth, not knowing whether or not to be happy that Namjoon did indeed order something you found very delicious. Not that you would ever tell him that, though.

“I finished Fitzgerald’s ‘This Side Of Paradise.’” You bluntly responded.

“And your thoughts?” Namjoon prodded.

“Amory Blaine was a player who got mad when he got played.”

Namjoon laughed, “Really now? I thought he was ahead of his time. When he met a woman who was finally of his wit and standard, she rejected him because she was too clever. Hell, Amory Blaine wouldn’t have married himself!”

“Sure, she was smart for dodging him and marrying someone rich. Yet, he didn’t have the right to bitch about it.”

“He got his heart broken.” Namjoon argued.

“He got his ego broken.” You disagreed, remembering the protagonists’ self-entitled rants of despair.

“We should have our own book club.” Namjoon suggested, seeming to enjoy the contrast of beliefs concerning classic novels.

“No thanks, I would rip your head off if I constantly had to hear your propaganda.” Chewing harshly on purpose, you glared straight ahead at him.

He smiled, amused by your lack of manners. “You’re a messy eater.”

You chewed louder, mouth open to get the sound effect as well.

“You know, you’re only proving me right by acting like a childish brat.” He smirked before passing you over a napkin. “If it were up to me, you would have gotten something from the kid’s menu and be eating out of kiddie plates and sippy cups.”

“I think you would find perfect companionship at a daycare if that’s what you would want to see someone eat out of.” You swallowed loudly, taking in sick satisfaction from Namjoons’ eyebrow twitch,

“Someone needs to teach you manners.” He stated.

“You’re right. Maybe Mr. Kim or Yoongi would be up for the job.” Using his brothers against him was cruel, but you couldn’t deny the opportunity to get under his skin.

He halted his movement to slice through his steak and looked up to bore his orbs into yours, “Don’t you dare mention those buffoons when you’re with me.”

“Why? Does it grind your gears to know that one of your brothers could be a more capable ‘daddy’ than you?” you couldn’t help but tease, feeling a level of power at finding a weak point at a seemingly powerful man.

A silence passed and his head bowed to cut through his steak, more precisely and harshly than he was mincing it before. You paused your consuming, partly startled at his sudden seriousness and lack of banter.

“Tell me something dear, were you spanked as a child?”

You choked, “What the fuck does that have to do with anything?”

He popped a dice of meat into his mouth to devour, “......because you’re about to be.”

Besides the obvious undertones of power-play, the dinner was perfectly adequate.

Namjoon held qualities that you would’ve liked in a partner; intelligent, gentlemanly, well-read, respectful and clever enough to uphold a repartee with you. He was one of the few people who you felt stimulated with by debating openly, one of the few people you respected as an equal footing with you. He challenged you. Some men you considered below you, knowing that their intentions were ill moraled and brains not nearly filled enough. Other men you considered to be of a different world, too out of touch to ever be a match to you. Similar to how you felt when your relationship first bloomed with Jimin, a man who should’ve never collided worlds with you.

But Namjoon was someone you felt rather comfortable with. After getting past the desperate swaying of dom/sub dynamics, you found yourself enjoying the company of the previously intimidating man. He entertained your thoughts on culture, music and even absurd analysis on how Oscar wilde was the ‘first gay king’ as you lovingly put it.

The meal was finished and he refused to beg for more of your time (something Jungkook or Jimin would’ve pulled.) He paid the bill with the help of a shiny black card, laid a crisp twenty dollar bill on the table and led you out of the restaurant whilst guiding you via an arm around your waist.

The car ride home was rather silent, the enchanting notes of Chopin played through the radio and draped an air of sophistication into the atmosphere. Neither of you spoke, yet it was far from awkward. It was more like a mutual agreement to appreciate a stillness after such engaging conversation.

He pulled into your dorm parking lot. Like an old fashioned bachelor, he exited his side to open the door for you and walk you to your door (or more like the dorm entrance).

“Was I satisfactory?” His deep voice rumbled, tone sounding more intimate as you were directly next to him...practically feeling the vibrations from his chest as he said his words.

You two continued your walk, however you were setting the pace. It was a slow walk, you had to admit, but you wanted to prolong the time and see how Namjoon would wrap the evening up. So it was your little secret that you took your time with calculated strides.

“Compared to what I thought was going to happen….yeah, I’m pleased.”

“And just what was your prediction?” He chuckled.

“I don’t know. Maybe you pulling a Cosby and taking me to a playroom or something.” You laughed.

“Your humor is too satirical love, people overhearing might not get the joke.” Namjoon pulled your form closer to him as a chilly wind passed through unexpectedly. You breathed deep and briefly wondered if it would be weird to ask just exactly how much this fucker drops on cologne alone.

‘He did tip a waiter like 20 dollars though….maybe I don’t wanna know.’

Sadly, you had approached the door and were forced to face him with goodbyes.

“Well...I’m glad you got to spend a night with a man instead of wasting it on a little boy.”

You rolled your eyes, and debated with whether or not you should say what has been bothering you on the drive over.

“A-are you going to teach me how a man kisses?” This indeed was the reason you had agreed to the date in the first place; Namjoon claiming to blow Jungkook’s boyish technique out of the water with a much more experienced mouth. It was something that was bubbling under the surface for you, making you prone to bursting if it wasn’t addressed.

Namjoon quirked his brow and rubbed the back of his neck, “I suppose, if that’s what the lady wants.”

You waited, holding your breath subconsciously.

He smirked and stepped closer to you, invading any realm of personal space. God, he was tall. You felt vulnerable but surprisingly….you didn’t feel any disgust towards this new feeling. It felt almost intimate to be so close to such a bigger frame than yours...

“Close your eyes.” He purred. You obeyed, you didn’t know why you did it without question...but you obeyed.

You waited for the feeling of his lips to touch yours.

Would his kisses be rough and alpha-like, like the domineering persona seen before?

Or would it be careful and elaborate, similar to his manners and mindset?

You felt his hand take yours.

You pursed your lips, not wanting to waste any time and cover the distance quickly.

You felt something warm and soft pucker against the back of your hand.

What?

You opened your eyes to witness something you weren’t expecting; Namjoon’s broad and receding back as he retreated towards the parking lot.

Rage spurred within you.

The fucker really just kissed your hand before trying to leave while you had your eyes closed and lips out like a fucking idiot?!

“What the fuck Namjoon?!” You called out, not caring how shrill and insane your own voice sounded as it echoed through the parking lot.

He raised one long arm to wave back, still not turning around to face you. “A real gentleman doesn’t kiss on the first date babygirl.”

You breathed in.

Your breathed out.

“YOU MANIAC! YOU CAN TALK ABOUT BDSM OVER DINNER BUT CAN’T EVEN PECK ME?! ‘DADDY’ MY ASS! YOUR BROTHERS WOULDN’T TREAT ME LIKE THIS!” You hollered as Namjoon got into his car, not once acknowledging your temper tantrum and starting up the vehicle to drive away.

You heard a window open as a college student poked their head out to see what was going on. “What the fuck are you yelling for? People are trying to sleep!”

You looked up and flipped the anonymous peer off while taking out your keys to enter the dorm.

The Kim brothers were an interesting breed, you decided.

You laid in bed, scrolling through your phone as you awaited sleep to come.

When you had got home, Kat was nowhere to be seen and you were left with the dorm to yourself. She did mention a study dat before so you weren’t too concerned.

You decided to wash up and turn in, knowing how early your first class was tomorrow.

A notification popped up on the top of your screen, halting your browsing.

It was a text from Namjoon.

‘I fell in love with her courage,

Her sincerity and her flaming self respect.

And it’s these things I’d believe in,

Even if the world indulged in wild suspicions

That she wasn’t all that she should be.

I love her and that is the beginning of everything.’ ~F. Scott Fitzgerald’

Did he really sent you a poem?

You spent about ten minutes reading the words over and over again, letting it warm your heart as you pictured Namjoon’s long fingers typing it down and thinking of you. It was easy for you to connect the dots given one of the his favorite topics was your submission to him. However, this poem hinted that he was not at all turned off by your aggression and bratiness. Even if the world didn’t think think you were proper, your flaming self respect earned Namjoon’s fondness of you. And like the last line said….

This was only the beginning.

You fell asleep with a smile upon your face.

Perhaps if you had looked up the horoscope for your astrological sign, it would’ve warned you of just exactly how cursed this day was about to be. Maybe even told you to stay your ass home.

Sadly, you had to discover this bad fortune the hard way by treading out into the very world itself.

First, you woke up late and thus had very little time to get pretty. Not only did you burst into your first class about 15 minutes late, but you also looked like a hot mess.

Then, you realized that you forgot to charge your laptop last night. Meaning, all notes were now going to have to painstakingly be taken by hand. This would have been longer and more carpal-tunnel themed but god decided to strike upon you even harder by making that pen explode on you, ink now staining your shirt.

And the final nail in the coffin was in your early afternoon class. Your professor was handing back grades on the most recent paper to be turned in, one that you have worked very hard on and missed sleep over.

And what did you get?

A big, bright, red ‘F’.

Red was a hideous color, you concluded. Maybe that’s why teachers used it? To make the letter grade look angry and disappointed. It worked like a charm given the more you stared at it, the more heavy the guilt and inner-turmoil felt on your chest.

You had enough of this day.

You looked like shit.

Felt like shit.

And apparently your quality as a student was utter shit.

There was a silver lining, and in a facade optimism you tried to focus on it and nothing else.

You only had one more class to suffer through today, after that you were perfectly free to wallow the rest of the 24 hours in bed with whatever items to satisfy a pity party.

But while walking on campus to your next class, you had caught sight of something.

A group of guys were lurking by the entrance to your next class.

The closer you approached, the more clearer their faces became.

It was a fuck boy pack, about five in total. They were excitedly talking with one another, some even rough housing with those enlarged limbs of theirs. You rolled your eyes and continued your stride, not wanting to pause and give them any more inspection. All you had to do was pass them and get into the classroom.

A boisterous roar that made you jump, the sound coming from the group itself (which now appeared to be like a group of wild hyenas).

You turned to see what the fuck can be such cause for such foolish hollering.

Only to see one of the guys pointing right at you while the others turned to face the direction.

And what face was among them?

Jungkook.

The scene was reminiscent of ‘Mean Girls’.

When Lindsey Lohan ate her lunch in the bathroom because she had no one to sit with.

You were just like her.

Instead, you weren’t eating lunch so much as you were bawling your eyes out.

A girl could only take so much, you know?

After you saw Jungkook among them, you snapped right back around to head to a bathroom. Not wanting him to bear witness to your now red face and watery eyes.

You promised yourself that you were just heading to the restroom for a second to process what just happened. Not to mention you also wanted to avoid them. However the more you tried to process it from within the claustrophobic stall of yours, the more unbearable the situation became.

Paranoia clawed at you and it quickly became apparent that either way, it wasn’t looking good for you.

What the fuck did Jungkook tell them about you?

Did he also tell them about your night together?

Did he tell them that you were a poor commoner willing to set aside self-respect for the wealth of sugar daddies?

Just how much did he expose of your intimate side to his bros for the sake of a laugh?

Although Jungkook was the proud owner of doe eyes, iron man socks and IU posters….he still hung out with jocks and wore too much axe spray to be allowed. Foolish it was to place any trust on a man like that. If he wanted to let the whole school know of your dirty little secret, he would have all the proof and popularity on his side.

You sniffled.

You knew that today in general just wasn’t a good day for you. Over-sensitivity was a given. But did being aware of your wounded heart make the pain go away any less? No. Of course not.

You just felt so...small. Hopeless. Meek. Like prey to anyone and anything that wanted to hurt you today.

And you craved protection of any sort.

Your eyes released more tears and another sob broke through your seemingly paper-thin chest. Just when exactly did you work yourself into a incomprehensive hysteria? You didn’t know.

Working on auto-pilot, you felt your own hand reach for your phone and swiftly click a contact name, tears dropping onto the screen before you put it to your ear.

A ring as you called the person.

He picked up on the second one.

“Hello?” his deep voice greeted.

“Daddy! Please get me….I-I’m scared.” you pleaded, not understanding the words that left your mouth until it was much too late.

Namjoon was taken aback on the other line.

Maybe the submissive side wasn’t so hidden afterall.

(Sorry I haven’t touched this fic in a long time....Im trash. tbh I hit a writers block and found nam kinda intimidating to write for. Is it obvious I haven’t written this story in a long time lmao? I have an outline though for the next few chapters so we should get back on track. Im very proud of the other stories I put out tho so if you haven’t yet, please check those out. Ask my character is available, tell me your thoughts on this chapter and I’ll catch you guys on the flippity flop.)

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kermakatti · 5 years ago

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I got tagged by @honestlyvan to name 10 of my favourite characters from 10 different things. I’ll be putting this under a Read More so that it doesn’t clutter my followers’ feeds, here we go:

1. Miles Tails Prower (Sonic the Hedgehog)

I have loved this two-tailed fox dude ever since I first played the Sonic & Knuckles Collection on PC as a kid. He baby. And also super intelligent, skillful and cute.

I also wish he got portrayed as more independent and capable sometime in the future since in a lot of later Sonic games he’s been reduced to being either a dude in distress or a reconnaissance staff member in cutscenes... Please give me a full playable Tails campaign again Sonic Team please I’m starving

2. K.K. Slider (Animal Crossing)

Dude’s mad talented, prolific and also very cute. Also basically a fursona for Kazumi Totaka who has done a ton of great and memorable music for Nintendo games and services like the Wii Shop Channel.

I was always eagerly waiting for the next Saturday evening to hear him perform again back when I played Wild World on the Nintendo DS as a teen and that feeling has now returned to me through his appearance in New Horizons 💜

3. Kass (The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild)

Another furry Nintendo musician character? I might have a type. I’ve loved Kass ever since I first saw him in some pre-release video clip that showcased Breath of the Wild’s NPCs (and changing weather types too I think?) and once I got the game myself I always became overjoyed when I heard him playing his accordion in the distance 🎵

But yeah, he is very talented, very handsome, very top-heavy and also a loving father of five little bird children

4. Xena (Xena: Warrior Princess)

I haven’t seen any episodes of Xena in ages but the show and the character both left a long-lasting impression on me as a child. She kicks ass, looks gorgeous and is gay. A role model or sorts I guess

5. Donald Duck (Disney comics and cartoons)

This man has issues but he is very relatable. Also mad cute at times. I read a ton of Finnish Donald Duck comics as a kid and I still enjoy them from time to time :3

Also The Three Caballeros OT3 5ever

6. Throttle (Biker Mice from Mars)

I sure wonder if watching this Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles-esque 90s cartoon show with topless muscular anthropomorphic alien mice wearing studded leather and shit as a kid had some kind of effect on me. Maybe it’s just pure coincidence that I’m a huge gay furry now. Who knows!

But yeah, I like Vinnie and Modo too but there was something about Throttle that really resonated with me. Maybe because he seemed like he was the wisest and the most reliable/dependable of the bunch?

7. Bowser (Super Mario)

Ah yes, the big bad turtle dad 💜 I like his portrayal in the main series but I REALLY like him in the RPGs where he appears as more of a goofball and joins Mario and the crew in order to defeat someone even more villainous than him.

A good father. Handsome. Muscular. Chunky. Monstrous. Powerful.

8. Skeletor (He-Man)

Nyeehehehe! Here’s another beefy goofball villain that I really like! I’m super into his portrayal in the first animated series and how he gets more and more ridiculous until he’s a complete wuss in the infamous He-Man and She-Ra Christmas Special

Though I do like some of the more sinister takes on him too, like the one in the early 2000s animated series!

9. Wolfrun (Smile PreCure!)

I think I just have a thing for villains who are useless goofballs but also charismatic and lovable as all hell. And who also make for good furbait

10. Scar (The Lion King)

Scar is a fascist asshole but I’ve had a crush on this gay goth lion uncle probably like since I first saw the movie as a kid in 1995 or whenever it came out on VHS

Also Jukka-Pekka Palo’s (who voices him in the Finnish dub of the movie) take on Elton John’s and Tim Rice’s Be Prepared still gives me the chills whenever I hear it

And that’s all!

Honourable mentions go to Robin Hood from the 1973 Disney film and Wolf O’Donnell from Star Fox

And uhhhh does tagging people still work if the at symbols are all hidden under a Read More link version of the post?? Let’s try anyway. I tag @korppuhiiri and @rrosyan

#Kermis rambles #favourite characters #Tumblr Games

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yourkittywilde · 6 years ago

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i like me better when i’m with you

TAGGING → @yourkittywilde & @sammynolanh

TIME FRAME → ummm mid feburary (i think. i’m terrible).

LOCATION → NYC locations + Sammy’s apartment

WARNINGS → Alcohol. Also this is HELLA long.

NOTES → Sammy returns from filming in LA. There’s coffee, napping, and drinking. And they decide to move in together when they get to LA.

KITTY

Kitty was still debating even showing up to meet Sammy as she got to the coffee shop. It was easier to feel like she didnt need or want him around when he was thousands of miles away. She had done everything she could think of to prepare herself for his realization that they couldn't work any longer -- shed given dude back, she'd taken down the Polaroids from her wall, and kept Netflix off since it always seemed to watch to recomend she watch his movies again . Kitty had told him over and over again that she was terrible at relationships and she would eventually push him away, and the blonde felt as though it may have sunk in. Her heart sinks to her stomach when she sees her boyfriend -- he was still her boyfriend, right? -- and she wants to turn and run. But she could hardly avoid him forever (she'd tried that once). She swallowed nervously and took a seat across from him, looking down at the cup in his hand and up at him. "Hey. Welcome home."

SAMMY

Sammy was so lost in his thoughts, looking down at his hands, that he hadn’t even seen or heard Kitty sit across from him until he heard her voice which removed him from thoughts, a smile appearing on his lips without a second thought. He was happy to see her, and even went to hug her until he remembered the terms they were on and he reserved himself. He didn’t even know if she wanted him to touch her. “I- sorry... hey, thanks. It’s good to be back.” He offered her a small smile. “How are you?” He asked, not that he really expected to get an answer from her but he did want to know.

KITTY

Kitty's lips press together sadly as she watches Sammy move in and then change his mind. This was awkward... They really should have done this over text message or the phone or something equally less confronting."its fine... and yeah, I bet." She says simply, her fingers idly combing through her hair. "Yup... i'm great." It was the answer that fell from her lips whenever she was forced to engage in small talk. Truthfully this week had somehow managed to be one of the best weeks of her life... while simultaneously sucking. "How's Dude?"

SAMMY

Sammy chewed on his lip and sat quietly in his chair, hearing Kitty make bullshit conversation. He only had one question on his mind and he couldn’t wait to get an answer. “Did you come here to break up with me?” He blurted out, maybe a little too loud. “Do you not love me anymore?” He asked a lot quieter and feeling extremely vulnerable like he didn’t want to hear the answer. He looked away from her, feeling himself become emotional as her took deep breaths.

KITTY

Her eyebrows furrow, and she's surprisingly not even concerned about who might be listening to their conversation. "I dont love you." It meant to come off as a question, but the way her heart was beating from her chest was making it difficult to breathe let alone fully understand what was happening right now and respond appropriately. She had been just waiting for it to be over with. "I don't want to break up with you." The words stumble only a little. "I mean, I thought about it... a lot. When we started dating I was basically homeless, I was this poor college student, and you were... well, you." She shrugs. "And I want to be successful, Sammy. Like not the sort of successful people settle for, the sort where Im on top. I dont want to always be questioned if I'm getting somewhere because I'm Samuel Hummel's girlfriend." She pauses, and steals Sammy's coffee, bringing it to her lips -- she needed caffeine way more than he did right now. "But aren't you here to end things anyway? So none of this even matters."

SAMMY

Sammy felt his heart drop to the floor but continued listening as she spoke, a mix of emotions running through him. He scoffed. “Kitty, I want you to be successful. I want you to be more than successful... and like you’ve said, I’m a C list actor. I’m nothing. You’re fucking awesome, you’ll come on top because you’re you...” he huffed and furrowed his brows as she took his cup from him. The sleeve falling apart from him picking at it. “End things? You’re the one who didn’t want to talk to me. ...I just want to fix things... I just want to understand why you won’t open up to me... I thought we were past this.”

KITTY

"You're B list." She admits. "And you're not nothing. Everyone loves you. But the world is biased." She shakes her head and slides back the tattered coffee cup to the brunette. "Theres always some old white man somewhere who believes a woman cant make it without a man." Aka her father. But sammy was right, everytime kitty thinks she's making progress opening up to Sammy, life intervenes and her first response is to push the man away. But she didnt really know how to put that into words. "How am I supposed to know when I can open up to you and when I cant? You're never here, Sammy. I get it, you have work or... whatever...but, while you've been off working I've been here."

SAMMY

As Kitty pushed back the cup to him, he took hold of her hand gently and nodded “You’re right. There will always be someone saying you can’t do it. You don’t think I’ve heard it a million times? I’m a joke to some people and while, yes it sucks, I still believe in what I do and so should you... Who fucking cares what the others think when you’re out there being successful and living your best life... I know you’re going to make it big someday.” He assured her and shook his head as he squeezed her hand. “Kitty, you can always talk to me, no matter where I am. I’m always going to be there to listen and support you. I don’t know where you get the idea that I won’t.” He sighed.

KITTY

Kitty doesnt move away when Sammys hand touches hers. In fact she could almost feel herself start to relax -- It was comforting, the sort of comfort she'd never been able to find with anyone else. "I don't care what everyone thinks." Not really a lie. "I care what my parents think." Kitty looks down at their hands, and sighs under her breath. "If I can't get them to believe I can make it on my own, how do I get the rest of the world?" Her gaze moves to meet Sammy, and she bites down on her lip softly as she listens to him talk. "I cant do that. I can't just call you up and talk to you about my feelings... I'm not that girl. I need you here." She takes a breath, and reminds herself that hes a celebrity and they're in public. "I'm sorry for telling you I didn't want to talk to you? But since when do you actually listen to me when I tell you to leave? Or stay away? So, i dont know, it seemed fair to assume you were done."

SAMMY

Sammy nodded, knowing what it was about now. “I know, babe. But you’ll show them. You’re going to make it big and then they’ll know, whether they accept it or not.” He brought her hand up to his lips and then caressed it against his face. “I know and it hasn’t been easy for me to be away either. I know it’s not the same as us being together and I’m sorry for being away for so long but it is something I can’t control, Kitty... that’s something we’ll have to work on and hopefully get better at. But once we’re in LA it shouldn’t be a problem....” he sighed and dropped their hands back down but still holding hers in his. “I wanted to to give you the space you asked for... I was going to call you and all but then you gave Dude back and I didn’t know what to think... I thought you were done with me, too.” He confessed.

KITTY

Kitty nods, she logically knows Sammy had no control over his filming schedule... She just missed her boyfriend. Besides, he'd done everything he could to be back as much as possible. "I know." There's a faint smile on her lips for the first time when he kisses her hand, and all she wants to do is lean over the table and actually kiss him. "I don't think I can do long distance anymore." She says honestly. "So if you could plan your next movie for when I'm in L.A that would be great." Kitty's tone is very matter of fact, because while she trusted Sammy -- shockingly -- it was too easy for her to push him away wen he wasn't here, for her to just assume he wasn't coming back. She shakes her head, "No...I'm not done with you."

SAMMY

Sammy felt a sigh of relief leave his lips and his body visibly relaxed at her words. They were out of the woods for now. “I have no upcoming movies, I got all my filming out of the way this month... any news on jobs out in LA for you?” He asked, hopeful for her. He moved over to the chair next to Kitty’s just wanting to be closer to her. He leaned against her and kissed her cheek. “Good, cause I’m not done with you either. We should go out tonight.” He suggested.

KITTY

Kitty actually found herself smiling when Sammy moved closer, an hour ago she was convinced her relationship was coming to an end, smiling didn't feel even close to doable. She shifts her hand to rest contently on his leg, "I actually got a job." Her smile widened, it was the first time she had said the words out loud... Or told anyone besides a professor at NYU. "I got the job... It's entry level obviously, and I think there's currently a 'kitty wilde destroyed my life club' because of it, but I had a meeting with TMZ on Valentine's Day -- I think they got sick of my daily emails with new and amazing reasons why they should hire me." She shrugged. "Anywhom... I pitched a few stories, and they didn't hate them, I guess. I found out on Monday I got a job... I wanted to tell you, but well... yeah. Just don't tell me that I'm an awful person. That's old news, and besides, I did what I needed to do." She turned to him and bit down on her lip as she realized she sort of just rambled on. "Yes, let's go out tonight." Kitty murmurs happily, not able to stop herself from looking at his lips. "Since we're not breaking up right now can I kiss you again?"

SAMMY

Sammy did a double take as she said the words. He was so happy for her. “What? You got the job?!” He asked ecstatically, a huge dopey grin reached his ears as he pulled her in for a tight hug, rocking her back and forth in her seat. He knew how much she wanted it and how hard she worked for it. “Holy shit, babe. That’s amazing. I’m so proud of you.” He pulled away slightly but not before kissing her deeply. “You can kiss me as many times as you want.” He grinned. “So, when do you start?”

KITTY

Kitty hadn't expected that reaction from Sammy -- she honestly hadn't expected that reaction from anyone considering the circumstances. She grins and wraps her arms around him tightly, allowing herself to be genuinely super happy about everything for the first time since she got the news. "I got the job." She repeats and laughs a little, finally feeling her body relax as he embraced her. "Thanks, hot shot." She says with a soft smile before leaning into his lips -- beyond thankful she didn't have to give that up. "Good... The whole making out thing is most of the reason I have a boyfriend." She teases, before pulling away. "I start in a month... But I guess a week of that has already passed now... so three weeks?"

SAMMY

Sammy rolled his eyes at her comment but then raised his brow “So you’re moving to LA in less than a month? Girl, we have to look for places and areas, LA can be very sketchy.” He warned her.

KITTY

"I move to LA in less than a month..." She scrunches up her nose a little as she repeats the words, the girl hadn't really thought about how quick that sounded. "I sort of didn't think about the whole physical moving part to be honest. I was more worried about the job part. I haven't even started looking for places to live." She admits. "But I survived in my tiny shoe box apartment in a somewhat sketchy area in New York, I'm sure LA is going to be easy."

SAMMY

“Holy crap, Kitty. We need to look for places for you. I can help you. And I need to look for a place too, hopefully somewhere close to you...” he rambled as he pulled out his phone. “Well, yeah. But people are more homey here. LA is filled with mean people who don’t give a fuck about you.” He mentioned as he shot a text to his assistant.

KITTY

"Sammy..." She smiled, and rested her hand on his arm. "We have time... and you don't have to move." Granted after their last conversation it probably wouldn't be great for their relationship, but Kitty wasn't about to force anyone to move their life to a new state. "Breathe. Nothing has to be sorted right now... I just got my boyfriend back, and you're probably the only person on the planet right now who can share my excitement. So can we go and celebrate or something? ... Now that we're definitely not breaking up?" She added, needing to make sure with certainty she wasn't about to let her walls down again to be heartbroken like an hour later.

SAMMY

Sammy had set his mind a while back when Kitty has first mentioned LA and it was somewhere he definitely wanted to be with Kitty. It also just made sense for his career in general and his agent and assistant would be thrilled for him to be in the city. More opportunities for him to work on. “Oh, I’m moving. What if you find a hotter Netflix star?” He joked. “I’m definitely gonna be around.” He grinned and kissed her cheek. “Okay, yes. We will look at this later, I have to go home and check on Dude before we do anything tonight. You coming?”

KITTY

"True... LA is crawling with hot Netflix stars. And I might actually have a shot with Luke if you're not standing in the way like you were at the Christmas party." She muses teasingly and smiles bashfully at the kiss on her cheek. There was no doubt in her mind, she already had the hottest one. Kitty perked up at the mention of seeing Dude, she hadn't seen him in days and that felt like a really really long time to her. The two hadn't spent that long apart since Sammy and Kitty went to Florida. "Yes." She nods, trying not to show how enthusiastic she was about seeing the dog. "He's okay... Yeah?" She asks standing up from the chair. "Like, when you got him. He was ok?"

SAMMY

Sammy flares at Kitty. “That’s not funny, cause Luke actually asked me for your number a few days after that.” He bit his lip at the confession and looked away. “Anyway, yeah, he’s doing great. He was very excited to see me so I suppose that’s a good sign.” He smiled at Kitty as he stood with her. “Let’s go, okay? I’m sure Dude is going to be ecstatic to see you.”

KITTY

"Whoa whoa whoa." Kitty lowers her voice to try and jokingly resemble her boyfriend's. "Did you sabotage my chances with Luke? Again?" She feigns shock, looking up and scrunching her nose at Sammy. Not that she cared, it was Sammy she wanted... she just didn't want to admit that at the time. "That's good." She responds about Dude, feeling a pang of guilt when she thinks about him not being with either of them for a few days. The idea of ending a relationship with Sammy and losing Dude on the same day hurt way too much. She pushes open the door of the coffee shop, and feels the cold air brush her cheeks immediately. "I'm sorry I gave him back." She eventually gets the words to roll from her tongue, folding her arms in front of her chest. "How did you get here?"

SAMMY

Sammy looked away sheepishly as he bit his lips. “He wasn’t right for you.” Sammy mentioned as he made his way out the door with Kitty, searching for her hand and intertwining their fingers together. “It’s okay. We forgive you.” He smiled at the girl. “I walked. Needed to clear my head but it didn’t really work, I was really nervous about everything.” Sammy shrugged, bringing her hand back up to his lips. It was very comforting to him.

KITTY

"Worst. Wingman. Ever." She replies, sideeyeing Sammy. "Is this where you get really cheesy and tell me he couldn't have been right for me because you are?" Her fingers latch into his and the girl cant help the soft smile from dancing on her lips, thankful he wasnt holding it against her that she stopped looking after the dog -- God knows if the situation was reversed Kitty wouldn't be as forgiving. She wants to apologize and tell him it won't happen again, but she wasn't going to make a promise she couldn't keep. Because it didnt matter how many perfect words Sammy sang it was like Kitty was constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. "There's no polar blast, so we can walk, I guess." She comments, squeezing his hand gently. "Still nervous?"

SAMMY

Sammy shook his head and brushed off her comment with a small laugh. He knew he wasn’t perfect for Kitty but he also knew Luke definitely wasn’t either. He pressed soft kisses to her hand and walked idly along with her down the sidewalk. He definitely felt relieved but he was always nervous about Kitty, he didn’t know if he’d ever not be. And sometimes, most times, it was a good kind of nervous as it had become now. Sammy shrugged a little and leaned his head on hers. “You always make me nervous.” He sighed with a small smile.

KITTY

"Because I'm so unpredictably wild?" She asks with a short laugh. "Kidding... I know you're being sappy." Kitty nudges his side playfully. The two were so different, and maybe on paper they shouldn't work, but the thought of not being with him scared the blonde more than anything had in some time -- the past week showed her that. "So where are we going tonight? Because as much as I love Sassy Nights, it reminds me of my lost dreams of becoming a stripper."

SAMMY

“Yeah, honestly. You are unpredictable, but I love that about you.” He responded with a small nod as he brought their hands back down, he ended up wrapping his arm around her shoulder instead. “Okay, where would you like to go? I’m down for any hole in the wall bar.” He smiled.

KITTY

"You do?" She furrows her brows, knowing there's a part of him that's probably lying about that -- like, surely no one wants to constantly be guessing if they're girlfriend is going to push them away today. Kitty snakes her arm around his waist and leans her head contently on his chest. "A hole in the wall sounds great... anywhere you can avoid paparazzi and girls trying to steal you away all dang night." She muses, biting down on her lip gently -- she would fight anyone for Sammy, but she had only just got him back. Her lips curl into a smile when they get to Sammy's apartment building, it had been weeks since shed been here but the familiarity of the place was comforting. Plus, dude was inside!

SAMMY

“I think so, yeah. Like don’t get me wrong you frustrate me sometimes but it keeps me on my toes and I like that... idk maybe that’s the actor in me liking the roller coaster of emotions.” He shrugged with a nervous chuckle “I’m sure there will be girls trying to steal me away at any bar.” He teased and shoved her playfully as they reached his apartment. He greeted the doorman and they made their way up to the apartment. Upon entering they were immediately greeted by the cheerful puppy. Sammy crouched down to pick him. “Hey little dude, excited to see someone.” He chuckled and handed him off to Kitty after a few licks from the pup.

KITTY

Kitty nods slowly as he talks. "You are a very emotional person." She comments with a teasing smile. "No girls are allowed to steal you away tonight." She says with a serious look, her eyebrows furrowed. "You're mine, they can go and find someone whose girlfriend isnt prepared to set a killer dog on them. Maybe we should go to a gay bar..." she pauses as she remembers Sammy would probably be more interested in that. "Actually, no." Kitty grinned the second they entered the apartment and Dude showed up. She bites her lip a little nervously watching the two and feeling kinda guilty for giving him back. Sammy and dude were like... family. "Hey..." she takes him into her arms, her nose scrunching as he licks it. "Sorry, buddy." She says softly to him. "But hey, your dad's home." She smiles and looks at Sammy. "Yeah I know, im totally the fun one."

SAMMY

“No one could steal me away from you even if they tried. I’m yours babygirl.” He smiled back at her. “Alright, we’ll find a place.” He nodded. He made his way further into the apartment and sat down on his couch, looking up at Kitty. “C’mere.” He said reaching out for her.

KITTY

Not that she'd admit it -- because petnames were super cheesy -- but it still made kitty's heart race whenever he called her that. She rolls her eyes playfully and with the pup still in her arms she moves to where Sammy is sitting, straddling his waist before letting Dude off onto the couch. "I missed you." She murmurs quietly as she looks down and picks off the little dog hairs from his shirt one by one. "Hey.. are you still going to think I'm a good person when I'm writing about people... like, that you know?"

SAMMY

Sammy waited for the puppy to jump off to wrap his arms around the girl. “I’ve missed you, too. So much.” He told her with soft smile as he pressed kisses to her head. “I mean you’re not writing lies... I don’t see how writing the truth would make you a bad person.” He replied honestly.

KITTY

The faint look of worry on her face changes with Sammy's words. Why couldn't everyone see it as he did? "You're awfully open minded for an actor who's sort-of-sexy face is all over our site." Our site -- it felt way more real now that Sammy knew. She looks up to meet his eyes before leaning in to kiss him, smiling against his lips as the taste off coffee still lingers. "Thank you though." She says quietly as she pulls away. "So I guess now I'm moving to LA in three weeks, we're not going to Mexico?" She asks, her fingers twirling into hair as she speaks.

SAMMY

Sammy shrugged. He had always been pretty open minded about most things. “Sort of sexy?” He raised a brow at her but melted into her kiss. “Mexico?” He asked, forgetting for a moment about what they had talked about. “Oh, right, sorry. My brain is all jumbled. We can still go to Mexico. It would be nice to take a little vacation just the two of us.” He smiled at the girl and squeezed his arms tightly around her.

KITTY

"You forgot?" Kitty shakes her head. "What is it you think about when you're away anyway? Because when Dude and I aren't having elaborate coffee dates, I'm thinking about you... On a beach...wearing very little clothing." She smirks, as she presses soft loving kisses along his jaw. "But I guess we can also do that in LA now come summer, so I'll forgive you for forgetting our incredibly briefly discussed vacation." To be fair their conversation had been a little about mexico and a lot about threesomes. "Is there anything I can do to help with the whole jumbled brain thing?" She asks genuinely. Normally that comment wouldn't get a second thought from Kitty, but it was Sammy, and Sammy seemed to always be an exception.

SAMMY

“Mostly scripts I have to learn and publicity shit.” He replied honestly. “And I think about missing you and being here with you...” he smiled at her and tilted his head as she pressed kisses to his skin. “I mean, we can still go. I can get things set up so we can go before LA, unless you want to wait until after we move in.” Sammy told her and looked down at her with a genuine smile. “It’s getting better. But I think I’m just tired from all the work I did this month. But thank you for offering.” He told her and kissed her cheek.

KITTY

"I'm not gonna have a whole lot of time when I get to LA... I'm not as charming as you, and it's really important to me to not to mess anything up, you know? I need this job to go well." She says with half a shrug. "We can go to Mexico, but it's not the end of the world if we dont, babe... It was a passing conversation." Kitty nods at his answer, "Do you want to take a nap or... something? I can take Dude to the park or go back to Louis' for a bit. And we can always just go out tomorrow night... give you time to relax or whatever it is B list celebs do when they finish filming movies."

SAMMY

“I totally get that.” He nodded and rubbed her back. “We will do whatever you want to do. I’m in no rush.” He responded. He pouted playfully because he was thinking of a nap but he didn’t want kitty to leave. “You know me. But I don’t want you to go. I want you to be my body pillow.” He said as he squeezed around her and buried his face in her neck. “You’re comfy.” He mumbled against her skin.

KITTY

"There's always after graduation." Between working and college, Kitty's not even sure how she'll have time to see Sammy let alone go out of the country -- though there are worse places to be confined to than L.A. She laughs a little at Sammy's pout, rolling her eyes. "Fiine" She grumbles jokingly, and pulls herself up from the boy's lap before extending him her hand to take. "I'll stay. C'mon.... Let's go take a nap, sleepy head."

SAMMY

Sammy grinned. “I love you so much.” He chuckled as he took her hand and followed her back to his bedroom. “Just like an hour nap then we can get ready to go out, promise.” He told her as he jumped into his bed.

KITTY

"Yeah yeah, I've heard that before." She laughs softly, watching as the puppy follows Sammy's lead in jumping onto the bed. "It's like having two of you home." She teases, following them both and crawling up next to the scruffy haired brunette. "I love you." Kitty strokes his cheek lightly before leaning in to kiss his forehead. "Just in case I haven't told you in a while." And she hadn't... Not since before she snapped at him. Dude curled up between their legs and Kitty let's her boyfriend's head rest on her chest. "I'm glad you're home." She says simply as her fingers stroke through his hair. "Now go to sleep so we can do something not boring."

SAMMY

Sammy yawned briefly before cuddling into Kitty’s side. “I’m glad I’m home, too.” He smiled and soon drifted to sleep, only to awake about 45 minutes later feeling a lot better and refreshed. He stretched himself out in bed and looked to his side to see if Kitty had stuck around.

KITTY

Kitty didnt have the 'sleep anywhere' skill Sammy had -- she sort of envied the way he was able to just fall asleep at any time. She had put on the television, quietly watching it with Dude as her boyfriends head rested on her. "Hey. Welcome back." She joked when she realized he was awake. "Feel any better?"

SAMMY

Sammy smiled up at Kitty with squinting eyes and nodded as he continued to stretch. “Mhmm. Lot better.” He murmured and went up to kiss Kitty on the cheek. He sat up and pet Dude before turning back to look at Kitty again. “Imma go ahead and take a shower. Do you want to join?” He asked with a raised brow.

KITTY

"Good idea... you smell like... a boy." Kitty scrunches her nose teasingly before nodding, "I should probably check the water pressure." She replies with a half smile. "Since you know, its been a while since I've been here." The girl gets up from the bed, stretching slightly as though she had just been asleep -- it was kind of exhausting doing nothing. "Come on, hot shot. Before you decide you need to sleep again."

SAMMY

Sammy laughed and and got off the bed, following her to the bathroom. His arms wrapped around her waist from behind as he kissed her shoulder. “I’ve miss you so so much.” He gave her a tight hug before he pulled away to remove his shirt and pants. Then he walked over to turn the water on, making sure it was at the right temperature before turning back to Kitty. “Ladies first.” He grinned

KITTY

"Oh my gosh." She laughs at the arms suddenly embracing her tightly from behind. "I missed you too, weirdo." Kitty turns to him as he pulls away, her smile widening a little when his clothes come off -- she couldn't help it. "You're still a little good looking I see." She smirks and takes her own clothes off, not really caring about them falling to the ground messily. "That's very gentlemanly of you... also very 1950s." She steps into the warm water, and holds out her hand for Sammy and pulls him in with her. "Much better."

SAMMY

Sammy winked at her and joined her under the water. He lets the hot water collide against his back for a moment, letting out a soft groan of pleasure before he pulls Kitty under the stream with him. “How’s the water pressure?” He asked

KITTY

Kitty presses her lips together and hums softly at the question, letting the water wet her hair and warm the rest of her body. "I give it an eight out of ten." She says with a simple nod, letting her hands glide gently down Sammy's side idly as she talked. "The company is... slightly above average."

SAMMY

“Slightly above average, huh?” He raised a brow. “And what could said company do to make it better?” He asked with a bite to his lip as he admires the girl’s body, glistening under the water.

KITTY

Kitty shrugs. "The company should come closer." She muses, her fingers lingering on his abs as she lifts her eyes to meet his. "And then the company should probably stop talking and start kissing me... sort of like kissing in the rain, but we're less likely to catch pneumonia which makes it way more romantic."

SAMMY

Sammy bit his lip as she spoke. His hands wandered to her waist and pulled her in close, her front touching his. He leaned down, his lips ghosted over hers and he nipped at them gently before he kissed her deeply.

KITTY

Her eyes followed Sammy's movements, and she couldn't stop her heart from speeding up when his body became flush with hers. Her arms reach up to wrap around his shoulders, her fingers twirl into the back of his wet hair, and she happily let's herself melt in the feeling of his lips meeting hers. This was everything she didnt expect when she got out of bed this morning sure they were about to break up. Lost in the kiss, Kitty loses her balance for a second, stumbling on her own feet and falling back into the wall of the shower, pulling Sammy with her. "Sorry." She murmurs against him, a half smirk lighting her lips. "But I'm pleased to report the company has improved their score." She chews on her bottom lip and untangles her body from her boyfriend, pushing him back into the water stream playfully. "You're meant to be cleaning yourself." She says, grabbing the body wash and throwing it at him. "You should really stop getting so distracted, babe."

SAMMY

Sammy yelped a bit and caught himself with one hand against the wall, laughing over the short girl. “It’s okay. You’re cute, so you get a pass.” He grins and raises a brow. “Ah, really? What’s the score now?” He asked as he was pushed back into the water. He caught the bottle and nodded. “Alright, Alright.” He said pouring some on his hand and handing it back to her. “Get my back?” He asked as he turned away from her and soaped himself down.

KTTY

"Company gets an eight out of ten." Anything higher would give the male way too much of an ego. She laughs softly and takes the bottle back from Sammy. "How did you even survive without me in LA for a month?" Kitty teases, pouring a small amount on her hands and rubbing her hands down his -- surprisingly toned -- back. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen you go to the gym and yet... You look like this." She shakes her head and uses the remaining soap on her own body, though she had showered earlier that day. "It's a miracle."

SAMMY

“Only an eight?” He questioned and laughed. “It was hard, had to get one of those scrubby things on a stick.” He grinned . Sammy actually went to the gym all the time, he enjoyed being active just as much as he liked settling down. “I go regularly, actually. Have a trainer and everything. This body is far from a miracle.” He chuckled softly as he finished washing his body.

KITTY

"What a hassle." She chuckled slightly, rinsing the soap from her hands and her body. Kitty raised her eyebrows, "You do?" She looked up at Sammy curiously, and leaned her side against the wall. "I mean... of course you do." He was an actor, he'd be stupid not to. But sometimes it became super obvious to her how little time they've actually spent together since getting into a relationship. "Is your trainer hot?"

SAMMY

“Exactly.” He agreed with a smile, “Yeah, at least a few times a week.” He shrugged and turned to look at Kitty. He rinsed off and got closer to the girl. “Eh, I mean I guess.” He answered, not really finding his trainer attractive but wanting to be nice about it.

KITTY

"It's like I know nothing about you." She muses only half joking, her lips pressing together a little. "What other totally boring secrets are you keeping from me?" Kitty asks with a faint smile, her hand gliding over his chest as she moves past him and out of the shower. "You guess? So you dont know if they're hot... or you dont know if you want to tell me if they're hot?" She asks, avoiding eye contact as she reaches for a towel -- trying so hard not to sound like a jealous girlfriend.

SAMMY

“You know I’ll tell you anything you want to know. This just never came up.” He leans in to peck her lips before she escapes from him. “Secrets? You know all my secrets.” He muttered. He shook his head. “No, I mean he’s hot, conventionally. But I don’t really find him attractive.” He shrugged. “He’s also like 15 years older than me.” He chuckled.

KITTY

"Please, you have no secrets." Kitty rolls her eyes, and uses the towel to dry herself before wrapping it around her and hooking it under her arms. "You're like... the most squeaky clean person I've ever met." She folds her arms in front of her and leans lazily against the wall, her wet hair still dripping down her back. "In fact it would almost make sense for you to be harboring a massive secret crush on your maybe-hot, mysterious, older personal trainer." She looks up at the tall brunette with a faint smile.

SAMMY

Sammy chuckled softly and shrugged at her words as he exited the shower after her, turning the water off. He walks up to her and presses her up against the wall with a raised brow. “Are you jealous?” He asked and leaned into kiss her temple. “You’re the only one I’m interested in. As cheesy as that sounds. I don’t want anyone else...”

KITTY

Kitty huffs quietly, "I don't get jealous." She lies, her eyes lifting to his lips pressing against her head. "Okay. Fine... maybe a little. Dont make a thing of it." She pouts a little and reaches for his waist, ignoring the fact hes just wetting her towel more and pulls him closer. "It's cheesy... and I still want to see shirtless pics of this personal trainer of yours. I need to see all competition."

SAMMY

Sammy tilts his head and raises his brows again. “Oh, really?” He chuckled as she admitted her jealousy “You’re fucking cute.” He grinned into her hair. “I’m not sure I have any shirtless pics of him but I’ll link you to his Instagram.” He compromised with her. “Maybe you can come train with us sometime.” He smiled at her.

KITTY

Kitty scrunches her nose, "I think I'll just stalk his insta. I don't really do gyms... There's only so long I can watch ego-driven men stand in front of a mirror flexing and being all like, 'do you even lift?'" She lowers her voice to try and imitate a dude's, shaking her head. "I'll stick to kick boxing and yoga." She leans in and kisses his chest softly before pushing him off her with one hand and passing him a towel. "Besides, I don't wanna invade your secret life." She teases.

SAMMY

Sammy threw his head back in laughter at her impression. “Seriously the cutest... we should do yoga sometime. Like couples yoga.” He mentioned as he took the towel from her, drying himself off. “Psh, you’re my girl. You get to know everything.” He smiled genuinely at her as he nodded towards the room where he was heading to. He looked through his closet, pulling on some boxers as he decided what to wear. “How casual are we going?”

KITTY

Kitty hushed him, "Not cute, thankyouverymuch." She raised a brow at his mention of doing yoga together. Kitty had started yoga at the beginning of college -- something her roommate of two minutes suggested to help her "chill", the blonde went to prove a point and as much as she wanted to hate it, she just never stopped. "You... Samuel Hummel -- the sleepiest boy in the world -- wants to go to yoga?" She chuckles, and takes a seat on his bed. "Well, I have like, four, changes of clothes here so... We can go super casual, I'm talking sweatpants and a hoodie, which I think belongs to you anyway. We can do normal casual, or we can do slightly above casual." She lists off. "Or sexy and slutty. But that's probably more of a for-your-eyes-only outfit."

SAMMY

Sammy turned back to give her a quick kiss before returning to his closet to pull out some skinny joggers and a slightly oversized hoodie. “Normal casual? Sound good to you?” He asked the girl as he turned back to her and began pulling his pants on. “Although, sexy and slutty sounds tempting.” He teased.

KITTY

Kitty nods. "Normal casual works." She finally gets up from the bed and moves over to the bag of clothes, grazing the back of Sammy's jeans lightly with her fingers as she walks past. The bag is more like a heaped pile of her random belongings at this point -- and one of Dude's toy which the pup has deemed to now belong to her. She sort of just moves things around until she puts her hands on a skirt and a sweater, shrugging to herself that it would do. "The sexy and slutty isn't totally off the table." She winks as the towel drops to the ground and she starts to get herself changed.

SAMMY

Sammy grinned at her touch and watched as she leaned over to dig through her bag. He tossed his hoodie on and sat at the edge of the bed. “Unfortunately I don’t have a pair of booty shorts that go with this hoodie. He teased with a chuckle. “You know... I can clear up a drawer for you to put your stuff in while you’re here if you want... just so you don’t have to have it all in the bag.” He offered

KITTY

"That's so disappointing." She jokes, turning to face Sammy with a smirk. "It's okay." Kitty shrugs at the suggestion of the draw. "I'm sort of a pro at living out of bags at this point, and even if I wasn't I'm moving soon so it's not like i'll spend a lot of time here." She smiled thankfully at him. "That's just creating way more work for yourself." She slides the sweater in over her head and flicks her hair so it's sitting on the outside. "Besides, where is Dude going to take all the toys he wants to give me when I'm not around if this bag is gone?" She leans over picking up a small soft toy and throwing it at Sammy. "I just need to dry my hair, and make myself even hotter than I already am." Kitty muses, kissing Sammy's cheek quickly as she moved past him and into the bathroom.

SAMMY

Sammy shrugged. “I don’t mind the work.” He told her. Even if she said no, he still planned on clearing some space for her, for the short time being. He chuckled at the girl as he dodges the toy. “That’s impossible. You’re the hottest already.” He grinned .

KITTY

later that night

Kitty stumbled back into Sammy’s apartment, reaching out to grab his shoulder to steady herself as she took off her shoes. Finally. “I’m hungry. “ She mumbled, not really thinking about what she was saying. Somewhere between the wine and tequila, Kitty had lost track of her words. The alcohol not only warmed her body enough to forget about the fact that it was freezing outside and she probably didn’t have enough clothes on, but also helped her forget about the paparazzi and fans wanting to climb up on her boyfriend. She had clung to the tall brunette all night, not caring who was around to see and paying zero attention to anyone else trying to steal away Sammy. “Duuuudeee.” She calls out to the puppy, grinning when he emerged from the bedroom. “Hey!” She picks up the growing pup into her arms and pats his head before looking back up at Sammy. “I feel bad we left him and brought him nothing back... You should see if they uber dog treats. Or puppy wine.”

SAMMY

Sammy stumbled in behind her with a smile. “I’ll order the ‘Za!” He yelled across the room as he booked it to the kitchen to look for the number of the 24hour pizza place. He peeked out of the kitchen and chuckled “I think that’s possible?” He asked confused, disappearing back into the kitchen and emerging with the paper with the phone number, his phone in the other hand, dialing.

KITTY

"You know there are apps for that, right?" Kitty smirks, letting Dude down from her arms and tugging at her boyfriend's shirt so he would follow her to the living room. "You know, I kinda like New York." She muses, sitting down on the couch and folding her legs off to the side of her. "Because it's where I met you." Kitty reaches out for Sammy to sit next to her, not bothered by how cliche the words that just came out of her mouth were. "My life would sort of suck without you." She furrowed her eyebrows for a second. "Well that's not entirely true, but, like, it wouldn't be the same. And I wouldn't be getting pizza soon. Which is a massive bonus." She laughs happily, pressing kiss to Sammy's cheek.

SAMMY

“Uh, yeah but this is the best pizza.” He replied as he followed her to the couch, still on the phone. He waited for them to answer and smiled at the girl making the gushy comments. “I love you.” He whispered before the person on the other line answered. “Uh, yeah, can I get a..... meat lovers with extra cheese... large. And umm... cheese sticks with marinara. Ooh also you guys have spaghetti? Mhm. Yeah an order of that...” he proceeded and gave them the address. After hanging up he turned his attention back to Kitty and rushed his lips to the exposed skin on her neck. “Pizza will be here in 25 minutes.” He whispered.

KITTY

"You got spaghetti? Who orders spaghetti with pizza, you weirdo." Kitty chuckles, grinning at the feeling of electricity spreading around the spot on her neck with the impact of his lips. "I love you so much." She murmurs and turns her body slightly to face Sammy on the couch. "Thank you for coming out tonight." Her fingers trace shapes idly on his thighs, and she can't stop herself from smiling tonight. "But we should just stay here for the rest of our lives... in this apartment. We're cooler than everyone else anyway."

SAMMY

Sammy frowned. “I like spaghetti.” He pecked her lips and smiled again. He pulled her closer, bringing her on his lap. “Thank you for being awesome.” He chuckled. “We should move in together, in LA. It would be so cool. I would get to see you every single day... I would love that.” He sighed and leaned in for another kiss.

KITTY

"Like... living together together." Kitty says the words out loud, nodding as she thought it through for all of about a second. She wraps her arms around his shoulders. "Are you serious?" She asks, a smile lighting her lips. "Because I'll totally live with you. It means I get to see you everyday, and I reeally like seeing you. Like... everything is better when I see you. So." She shrugs. "We should live together."

SAMMY

“Together, together.” He nodded “it’ll be you and me and Dude and we can even get an apartment with two rooms so Marley can come visit or whoever... it’ll be so great.” He mused with a big cheesy smile. Just the thought of living with the woman he loved made him so happy. “I wanna be with you forever and ever.”

KITTY

"It has to have two rooms." She says adamantly. "Because I love you, like... more than I love coffee, and pizza, and tmz, and trashy reality television combined. But I like Marley more." She teases, rubbing her nose lightly against his. "And I can't be anywhere without a bed for her." Kitty grins at his next words -- it was probably the alcohol (it was definitely the alcohol), but right now planning forever with this man didn't seem like the scariest thing in the world. In fact not spending forever with him scared her a lot more. "Forever's a really long time, babe. You don't think you'll get bored?"

SAMMY

Sammy nodded along with what Kitty said “Of course.” He agreed with her. And he didn’t mind it one bit. He loved that Kitty had someone who was there for her besides himself. He almost envied their friendship but in the best way. He leaned into her and kisses her again. “Me? Get bored of you? I could never ever ever. You’re everything.”

KITTY

Kitty leans into his kiss like it was the easiest thing her lips have ever done, not able to stop herself from giggling softly against them. All she wanted to do was be close to Sammy right now, she wanted to kiss him and be in his arms and never leave. Maybe it was too soon to move in, and maybe in the morning she'd get cold feet, but right now she was being honest with herself. And honestly? There wasn't a night she went to bed and didn't wish he and Dude were with her. "You're perfect." She whispers, her fingers twirling into his perfectly messy hair. "And sexy, and smart, and sweet, and stupidly funny." She smiles, blissfully happy. "And we can spend forever together making everyone insanely jealous of us." She purses her lips together, suddenly remembering her non existent domestic skills. "But I can't cook, babe."

SAMMY

Sammy blushed at her comments. It was rare when Kitty complimented him like that and it was nice. He liked it a lot more than he’d care to admit. He leaned his head against hers bashfully, hiding the redness in his cheeks. “You’re too good to me.” He told her and pressed his lips to her neck once again. “Forever.” he repeated and nodded “that’s okay. We can order pizza and eat cereal and sandwiches and drink coffee.” He assures her.

KITTY

Kitty laughs, "I'm really not, baby." Even drunk, she knew Sammy probably deserved someone who was a lot more... like him. Everything about them was her opposite, down to and including the way they communicated. "But I'm adorable so it makes up for it." She says grinning and leaning in to press small kisses along his jaw line and down the crook of his neck. "Good. Because you're mine." She murmurs against his skin with a smile. "I'm keeping you. And I'll fight alllll the bitches." She jokes (kinda) as she pulls away from him. "Foooood." The blonde grumbles, remembering at the topic of food that once upon a time a million years ago they ordered pizza. "I'm hungry... And I want to fuck you. But super hungry."

SAMMY

“You are even if you won’t admit it.” He nuzzled into her face. “All of them?” He asked with a chuckle. He was about to answer her about the food when he heard the knock at his door. “It’s here!!!” He yelled out and pushed Kitty down on the couch, hovering over her briefly and pressing a kiss to her lips before getting up and pulling his wallet out of his pocket, stumbling just a tad as he reached the door. He paid the man at the door, leaving him a big tip and returned to kitty, balancing the boxes in his arms. He placed everything down on the coffee table and smiled at the girl. “Let’s feast.”

KITTY

Kitty mouth opened excitedly when she heard the knock on the door, "Finally!" She grins, a small shriek leaving her lips as she's pushed back onto the couch. "Don't be long." She breathes against his lips before Sammy disappears to get the food. She finds herself looking up at the ceiling for a moment, listening with a smile to the small polite conversation Sammy was having with the delivery man. He was so nice. Too nice. How did someone so nice end up with her? "You're my knight with shining pizza." Kitty muses, sitting up and watching the world wobble for a second as she did. The food smelt amazing and God, she needed it so badly -- all her stomach could feel right now were the tequila shots she'd taken before deciding to come home. "Is pizza good for dogs?" She asks, opening up the box and pulling out a slice of pizza, glancing over at their puppy.

SAMMY

Sammy tilted his head to the side in thought about the pizza and looked over at the dog. “I think it might upset his tummy if we give him pizza.” Sammy said as he took a bite of the slice with a moan. He then put the slice down moving on to the container with the spaghetti and grabbed the plastic fork digging in.

KITTY

Kitty pouts and mouths to Dude that she's sorry. "We're bad dog parents... and not just because we called him dude." She slides down off the couch and onto the floor -- not entirely intentionally, but at least this way she was closer to the food. "Do you remember when we first got pizza? After you lured me into your apartment with the promise of a blanket fort." She laughs at the memory of the sad stack pile of pillows on the floor. "Also our first time." She leans her head back against the couch and looks to Sammy with a loving smile. "You have no idea how much I love you... also you have sauce on your face."

SAMMY

Sammy shook his head “Youre a better dog mom than me.” He pouted. “We should give dude a middle name.” He watches the girl slide down the couch on to the floor with a smile and nods. “It was the best I could do. I think it was pretty good.” He said confidently with a cheesy grin. Sammy leans down and kisses the girl and then rubs his face on hers, smearing the sauce on her face too. “I love you more. Now you have sauce on your face.”

KITTY

"Well obviously. You're a dog dad." She teases, raising an eyebrow at Sammy. "We should totally give him a middle name!" Kitty says probably over-enthusiastically. "It has to be something strong. Just incase he becomes doggy president or something and we need the other dogs to take him seriously." The girl was slightly over protective of Dude, but she really never imagined shed love a dog so damm much. "Oh my God." She laughs loudly, scrunching her nose and pulling on Sammy's shirt to pull him back down to her lips. "You're very annoying." She chuckles, leaning up to nibble on his lower lip lightly.

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Moms of Nick Cannons Kids Celebrate the Father of 10 on His 42nd Birthday

Moms of Nick Cannon’s Kids Celebrate the Father of 10 on His 42nd Birthday https://ift.tt/wDYrTUW Nick Cannon Welcomes Baby No. 10, His Third With Brittany Bell Nick Cannon is feeling the love. On the Wild N’ Out star’s 42 birthday, two of the moms of his children celebrated the father of 10 with sweet social media tributes. “Wake that ass up y’all and go wish Nick Cannon a happy birthday,” Abby De La Rosa shared on her Instagram Stories on Oct. 8, along with a video of Cannon playing with his children. “We are so beyond grateful for you and all that you do! Cheers to another fun-filled year!” Cannon shares twin sons Zion and Zillion, 15 months, with De La Rosa, and they are expecting a third. Bre Tiesi—who welcomed son Legendary with Cannon on June 28—also gave a shoutout to the birthday boy and thanked him for being “the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” “I know you hate your birthday, BUT ledge and I are going to celebrate you every year forever,” she wrote on her Instagram Stories. “Happy birthday to the most beautiful soul we know. We love you. Cheers to a lifetime of love and memories I got you for life.” The post Moms of Nick Cannon’s Kids Celebrate the Father of 10 on His 42nd Birthday first appeared on Suave Media. Tags and categories: Uncategorized via WordPress https://ift.tt/P0prqHF October 09, 2022 at 06:24PM

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All American Season 3 Episode 3 Review: My Mind’s Playing Tricks On Me

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This All American review contains spoilers for Season 3, Episode 3.

What All American does really well is bridge real moments and real feelings together with their characters. In my last review, I mentioned how we don’t often see male TV characters exploring their mental health on screen. In this week’s episode, “My Mind’s Playing Tricks On Me,” Layla (Greta Onieogou) and Spencer (Daniel Ezra) discuss the option of Spencer trying out therapy, in particular a therapist who specializes in people in sports. It’s a powerful moment, and I love how Spencer is open to the idea of trying out therapy. I really hope we see more of this mental health journey explored in the coming episodes. Pop culture is one of the ways we can slowly break those barriers, not to mention the exploration of a character’s mental health allows them to discover more of themselves.

In conclusion: Mental health is important, everyone.

Bad idea with good intentions? We’ve heard that before and we’ve seen some of those moments in this episode. That disaster of a double date…can we just erase that from our minds? Because it was so very awkward. It’s easy to see where Layla is coming from in trying to get Jordan (Michael Evans Behling) and Spencer in the same room, but I think the best way to get these guys to make-up and be buddies again is if they do it at their own pace. It’s clear that Spencer is trying, but Jordan is feeling petty and I guess he needs more time.

Another moment in which a character acted on a bad idea with good intentions is the whole thing between Asher (Cody Christian)/Olivia (Samantha Logan)/Vanessa (Alondra Delgado). Asher has come a long way from Season 1, even when he seemed like he wouldn’t be redeemable. But, I feel like he’s kind of losing his credentials right about now with the way he’s handling this awkward situation with Olivia and Vanessa. An emotional affair can feel worse than a physical one and is just as necessary to address. The way Asher brushes it off to make it seem like it was nothing is not cool. But Oliva doesn’t seem to make it a big deal, which comes to show that maybe she’s being nonchalant about it because she too has secrets of her own, which even Vanessa suspected.

Is Olivia feeling guilty about what happened in Vegas that she’s taking this thing with Asher lightly? Does she want him to find a way to end it before she has to in order to feel slightly better? Ah, just gimme the secrets. Something went down in Vegas, something wild and I need answers. As viewers, we’re already starting to put the pieces together. The slow-burn of Olivia and Spencer’s chemistry is too to look away from. Spencer confides in Olivia more than he does Layla, that’s already clear as day. To be honest, I’m over the whole “they’re like family” statement. They had an instant connection the moment Spencer arrived in Beverly in Season 1 and it’s been nothing but great vibes between them, and not to mention, they have trauma they both endured together last season with that shooting. Trauma changes you and it changes something in you and the person that witnessed it together. These two are like magnets, the attraction just keeps on growing and I can’t seem to stop talking about them.

Speaking of answers — what is Mo (Erica Peebles) up to? Even Coop (Bre-Z) can’t seem to figure it out. We find out that Mo convinced the person who shot Spencer last season to turn himself in, but the question is: Why? What are her motives? She can’t just ease her way back to town like that without some kind of agenda—no matter how many times she shuts down that idea, there has to be more than what she’s giving.

I know we haven’t seen D’Angelo (Lamon Archey) in this episode and he’s supposed to be the villain this season but his ways seem less terrorizing and intriguing compared to Mo, because I think she’ll end up causing more havoc in South Crenshaw.

Additional thoughts.

I wanna know what was in that sandwich that was made after Spencer. The town loves him!

I thought they came to reveal Darnell’s (Da’Vinchi) mom passed away in service. I hope whatever happened to her doesn’t lead to that.

What does Vanessa want? Does she want Asher fully or does she wanna make friends, first?

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Carson City, Quad County COVID-19 Sunday briefing: 20 new cases, 28 recoveries

News – Monday, November 2, 2020 – 6:42am

Carson City Health and Human Services

Carson City Health and Human Services reported Sunday, Nov. 1, 2020 there are 20 new cases and 28 additional recoveries of COVID-19 in the Quad-County region. This brings the total number of cases to 1,890, with 1,706 recoveries and 23 deaths; 161 cases remain active.

Denise Clodjeaux, Rotary Club of Carson City

J.M. “Brew” Brewster of the Nevada State Prison Preservation Society will be the guest speaker at this week’s Rotary Club of Carson City’s meeting. The meeting takes place Tuesday at 12:30 p.m. Guests are invited to attend via Zoom.

By Elinor Bugli

The Carson City Symphony Association announces the fifth annual instrumental music scholarship for Carson City students age 5 to 17. The scholarship was established by a generous gift from Jennifer and John Webley in memory of Rosemary Nebesky, former board member and friend of the Carson City Symphony Association.

Community – Sunday, November 1, 2020 – 2:42pm

Here are the results of the 46th annual World Championship Jack Drilling competition held Saturday at the Carson Mall as part of the 2020 Nevada Day festivities.

News – Sunday, November 1, 2020 – 2:52pm

Douglas County Sheriff’s Office

On October 31, 2020, at approximately 6:20 am, Douglas County Sheriff’s Office responded to AM/PM gas station located at 1676 US Highway 395 North, Minden for a report of a robbery. The suspect concealed his identity by wearing a Halloween wig and mask.

News – Sunday, November 1, 2020 – 1:16pm

Nevada State Treasurer’s Office

CARSON CITY — Nevada State Treasurer Zach Conine announced Thursday the return of more than $28.5 million in unclaimed property to Nevadans during the COVID-19 pandemic by the Treasurer’s Office Unclaimed Property Division.

Outdoors – Sunday, November 1, 2020 – 12:57pm

By JoAnne Skelly

My friend Kristen and I were discussing that fall is the best time for planting almost everything. Not only are plants on sale at nurseries, the soil is warm and the weather is cool, which is less stressful on newly installed plants.

News – Sunday, November 1, 2020 – 11:45am

After months of sunny skies, no precipitation and fire weather concerns, National Weather Service forecasters say western Nevada and the Lake Tahoe areas may see a significant shift with possible rain and snow showers moving into the region by the first weekend of November.

Community – Sunday, November 1, 2020 – 9:45am

Here are the winners of the Nevada Day 2020 beard contest held Saturday at Red’s Old 395 Grill in Carson City.

News – Sunday, November 1, 2020 – 9:13am

The next Carson City Board of Supervisors meeting will take place Thursday, Nov. 5, 8:30 a.m. in the Bob Boldrick Theatre of the Community Center located at 851 E. William Street.

News – Sunday, November 1, 2020 – 11:03am

Carson City Health and Human Services

Carson City Health and Human Service reported via social media Saturday, Oct. 31, 2020 that there is 1 additional death due to COVID-19 in the Quad-County region. The individual was a Carson City resident. We are also reporting 16 new cases and 17 additional recoveries of COVID-19 in the Quad-County Region. This brings the total number of cases to 1,870, with 1,678 recoveries and 23 deaths; 169 cases remain active.

News – Sunday, November 1, 2020 – 8:50am

South Carson Street now has new sidewalks, fresh roadway, improved lighting, and landscaping, with more landscaping on the way. Construction crews will continue to wrap up on some miscellaneous work during November. More details on the ribbon cutting ceremony is forthcoming. See CarsonProud.com.

Western Nevada College

The community is invited to attend Dia de los Muertos, a traditional Mexican celebration that honors deceased loved ones and/or their heroes by creating an altar that includes their pictures and favorite foods.

Outdoors – Sunday, November 1, 2020 – 7:08am

Photography by Edward Howell

A clear Blue Moon over Carson City on Halloween, Oct. 31, 2020.

News – Sunday, November 1, 2020 – 7:01am

By Phil Brady

The results are in. Students laughed at them because they had to dress differently, today, but they laughed at the students, too, because they were all dressed the same.

By Elinor Bugli

Carson City Symphony Association announces release of Project Euterpe, Episode 8: Gibson-Rosen Violin Duo. It features Laura Gibson and Emma Rosen, a mother-daughter team on violins.

Community – Saturday, October 31, 2020 – 2:22pm

by Kelsey Penrose

The newly opened Stewart Indian School Cultural Center and Museum is hosting tours and demonstrations today to celebrate Nevada Day.

News – Saturday, October 31, 2020 – 12:17pm

Nevada Day enthusiasts are gathered downtown to celebrate Nevada’s statehood Saturday with music, food, drinks, and fun.

Community – Saturday, October 31, 2020 – 11:31am

by Kelsey Penrose

The Nevada Day Beard Contest kicked off at 10 a.m. today at Red’s Old 395 Grill in Carson City, bringing the hairiest from around the state to compete for the honor of claiming the best beard in a myriad of categories.

Opinion – Saturday, October 31, 2020 – 8:14am

By Brett Fisher

The Nevada Day Committee got it wrong this year. By selecting “My Favorite Nevada Moment” as the theme for 2020, the committee has left people like me out.

I can’t whittle my experiences in Nevada down to just one favorite.

Community – Saturday, October 31, 2020 – 6:50am

by Kelsey Penrose

While Nevada may look a little different this year to keep everyone safe and healthy, some things will never change, including the annual hot air balloon launch!

Gina Lopez

The Brewery Arts Center and Carson City have teamed up with musician Eric Henry Andersen for an updated version of Home Means Nevada.

News – Friday, October 30, 2020 – 2:20pm

At 3:19 p.m. a traffic accident was reported at the intersection of Fairview and Highway 50.

First responders are currently enroute to the scene.

Motorists should seek alternate routes or use caution within the area.

NAA Gallery Release

Stop by the Nevada Artists Association now to see the Nevada Day show, hosting art made from local artists through the end of December.

Open every day 12-4 pm, except Mondays and Thanksgiving Day at the Nevada Artists Association Gallery, 449 West King Street, Carson City, NV.

News – Friday, October 30, 2020 – 11:43am

Carson City Sheriff’s Office Press Release

The Carson City Sheriff’s Office is requesting assistance from the community in reference to a robbery that occurred at Carson Vape.

Community – Friday, October 30, 2020 – 11:21am

by Kelsey Penrose

Happy (almost) Halloween readers! This year, due to Nevada Day falling on a Saturday, trick or treating is being held tonight, Friday Oct. 30 in the capital city.

Business – Friday, October 30, 2020 – 10:28am

By Isaiah Burrows

As people gather for the Nevada Day festivities, a notable local business in Carson City will be celebrating a major milestone.

by Kelsey Penrose

Happy Friday, Carson City! Today is the last day to early vote in person in Carson City, so be sure to get to the Community Center today to cast your ballot!

News – Friday, October 30, 2020 – 6:37am

by Kelsey Penrose

The local ski resorts will be opening this upcoming winter season despite COVID-19, though there are safety measures in place.

By Isaiah Burrows

Heading into the final weekend of October, Halloween and Nevada Day events will keep revelers busy through Sunday making for a jam packed weekend of fun for families and grownups around the Carson City region.

Riley Snyder, The Nevada Independent

Vice President Mike Pence promised that a COVID-19 vaccine is “just a few weeks away” while rallying supporters in Reno on Thursday, making a likely final pitch to Nevada voters with the election just days away.

The campaign rally and nearly 45-minute speech was held at a private hangar near the Reno Tahoe International Airport is likely to be the last major top-of-the-ticket candidate appearance in Nevada for the 2020 presidential race.

News – Thursday, October 29, 2020 – 6:19pm

UPDATE 7:13PM: Traffic should be cleared in all directions after 7:30 p.m. said Carson City Sheriff Ken Furlong. With two vehicle crashes earlier and the Boo-Nanza Halloween celebration at Centennial Park that ended at 7 p.m., traffic along Highway 50 East has been significantly impacted with delays.

News – Thursday, October 29, 2020 – 5:56pm

Carson City Health and Human Services is reporting Thursday, Oct. 29, 2020 that there are 32 new cases and 17 additional recoveries of COVID-19 in the Quad-County region. This brings the total number of cases to 1,854, with 1,661 recoveries and 22 deaths; 171 cases remain active.

News – Thursday, October 29, 2020 – 5:48pm

Carson City Sheriff’s Office

The Carson City Sheriff’s Office has identified two suspects allegedly involved in the theft of a political sign last week.

News – Thursday, October 29, 2020 – 3:15pm

Teri Vance, Nevada Department of Corrections

When inmate Austin Miller started working with wild horses nearly two years ago at the Stewart Conservation Camp in Carson City, he knew very little about horses.

News – Thursday, October 29, 2020 – 2:20pm

by Kelsey Penrose

UPDATE AND CLARIFICATION: The Carson City and the Quad-County region is currently experiencing a large spike of COVID-19 cases, most likely due to the lifting of many lock down restrictions, people not social distancing, wearing masks or those who are participating close together without face coverings in large gatherings.

Obituaries – Thursday, October 29, 2020 – 12:06pm

A Celebration of Life ceremony will get underway at 1 p.m. today, Thursday, for Carson City Mayor and native Nevadan Robert “Bob” Crowell.

The ceremony is not open to the public but it can be viewed via live stream at the following link here: Mayor Bob Crowell Celebration of Life Ceremony.

News – Thursday, October 29, 2020 – 10:05am

For the second year, Nevada Day has its own brew to call its own, made at Carson City’s own Shoe Tree Brewing Company.

News – Thursday, October 29, 2020 – 6:24pm

Carson City Sheriff’s Office

UPDATE, THURSDAY, OCT. 29: The Carson City Sheriff’s Office Investigation Division has located Hunter Goodbear. He was located in Peoria, AZ. The Carson City Sheriff’s Office would like to thank the community for their assistance with locating the juvenile. *** The Carson City Sheriff’s Office Investigation Division is asking for assistance in locating a 14-year-old runaway juvenile.

News – Thursday, October 29, 2020 – 9:09am

Hannah DeGoey, Nevada Highway Patrol

The Nevada Highway Patrol and other Nevada law enforcement agencies participating in the Joining Forces program will be increasing seat belt enforcement efforts throughout the state.

News – Thursday, October 29, 2020 – 8:33am

Local non-profit GREENevada announced Thursday the winners of the 2020 Golden Pinecone Sustainability Awards, a prestigious annual event recognizing local individuals and organizations working towards a more sustainable Nevada.

Celebrating Halloween in Carson City is really unlike any other place because the holiday sometimes lands on the same day as many Nevada Day festivities are underway. To have a more organized and safe Halloween for children, Carson City will again host its “BOOnanza” celebration this Thursday, and the Children’s Museum will host a safe trick or treating event Friday.

News – Wednesday, October 28, 2020 – 5:18pm

Carson City Health and Human Services

Carson City Health and Human Services is reporting Wednesday, Oct. 28, 2020 that there are 40 new cases and 35 additional recoveries of COVID-19 in the Quad-County region. This brings the total number of cases to 1,822, with 1,644 recoveries and 22 deaths; 156 cases remain active.

News – Wednesday, October 28, 2020 – 4:21pm

Dan Davis, Carson City School District

Due to the number of employees and students who have been advised to isolate from confirmed cases of COVID-19 at Mark Twain Elementary School and out of an abundance of caution, the Carson City School District will temporarily transition the school and its students to full-remote learning until further notice.

News – Wednesday, October 28, 2020 – 5:05pm

Kim Y. Smith, Nevada DPS

CARSON CITY — Nevada Department of Public Safety Director George Togliatti has appointed David Fogerson as Administrator of the DPS, Division of Emergency Management. Fogerson’s appointment is effective Wednesday, October 28, 2020.

News – Wednesday, October 28, 2020 – 3:14pm

The annual Nevada Day Chili feed at the Carson Nugget and a historic east-side tour of Carson City are among two new events have been added to this weekend’s roster of Nevada Day festivities.

News – Wednesday, October 28, 2020 – 2:18pm

KIm Y. Smith, Nevada DPS

CARSON CITY — The Nevada Department of Public Safety, State Fire Marshal Division is investigating the cause of a structure fire Monday in Churchill County where 2 people died and 1 person is in critical condition.

Announcements – Wednesday, October 28, 2020 – 12:32pm

Carson City Parks, Recreation and Open Space

The Carson City Parks, Recreation and Open Space Department will host a special Full Moon Hike this Saturday, October 31st, at Silver Saddle Ranch. Come experience a full moon costume adventure that can only happen once in a Blue Moon.

Meet at Silver Saddle Ranch dressed in your best Halloween Costume. We will walk to the Carson River and back to ranch in a 2 mile loop. The trail is considered Easy according to the IMBA Trail Rating System.

News – Wednesday, October 28, 2020 – 3:20pm

Carson City Fire Department, sheriff’s deputies and the Nevada Highway Patrol responded Wednesday afternoon to a vehicle crash near the intersection of College Parkway and Research Way.

Outdoors – Wednesday, October 28, 2020 – 10:50am

Carson City Parks and Recreation

Due to daylight saving time, the Carson City Rifle and Pistol Range will adjust to its winter schedule starting November 1. The Range will be open to the public for drop in use Thursdays through Sundays, 8:00 a.m. to 4:30 p.m., weather permitting.

News – Wednesday, October 28, 2020 – 9:45am

Nevada Gov. Steve Sisolak will hold a press conference at 3 p.m. Wednesday to provide an update on Nevada’s current COVID-19 situation. Gov. Sisolak will be joined by COVID-19 Response Director Caleb Cage and Julia Peek, Deputy Administrator in the Nevada Department of Health and Human Services.

Business – Wednesday, October 28, 2020 – 3:30pm

Carson City area casinos drew a slight increase in gaming revenue this September compared to the same time in 2019, while south shore Lake Tahoe figures were the best in the state, according to a monthly report released Wednesday by the Nevada Gaming Control Board.

Community – Wednesday, October 28, 2020 – 8:39am

Ronni Hannaman, Carson City Chamber

On Monday, Girl Scouts from Troops 1951 and 35 gathered to plant 15 trees at Carson’s historic Lone Mountain Cemetery.

Obituaries – Wednesday, October 28, 2020 – 12:44pm

UPDATE: On Wednesday, by executive order, Governor Steve Sisolak ordered the flags of the United States and the State of Nevada to be flown at half-staff at the State Capitol and State public buildings and grounds from sunrise until sunset on Thursday, October 29, 2020 as a mark of solemn respect and in remembrance of Carson City Mayor and native Nevadan Robert “Bob” Crowell, whose memorial is being held Thursday.

News – Wednesday, October 28, 2020 – 8:31am

A 43-year-old man was arrested Tuesday for suspicion of indecent or obscene exposure, a gross misdemeanor offense, a Carson City sheriff’s office booking report states.

https://www.covid19snews.com/2020/11/02/carson-city-quad-county-covid-19-sunday-briefing-20-new-cases-28-recoveries/

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austencello · 8 years ago

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HVFF Portland - a recap

Last weekend, I attended HVFF in Portland for the first time (HVFF and Portland) and had a blast. I know a lot of people on Twitter have seen pictures and videos but I wanted to share a little of my account. Half of the fun is sharing the experience with other friends and fans. I met up with friends, people I follow on Twitter, and met new people creating new friendships. Overall, eight of us arrived a day early and hung out after getting our tickets. This really helped getting to know each other in person before the con started. (I had only met Academy of shipping in person before) Then we could break up into different groups at the con and rejoice over mini-Felicity and Alejandra's amazing ability to connect with the actors as we came back together. Stephen Amell's panel was first on Saturday. We were much closer than I expected which was so much fun. He was engaging and funny and most of the questions felt new. Highlights: - He is looking forward to scenes with Jack (William) and they have cool scenes in 6x01 - most embarrassing moment is dropping Katie Cassidy in their make out scene in S1. A kid asked the question, so his avoidance and explanations for why he was carrying her (she was tired) was hilarious. - Stephen is tired of the beard (for Code 8). Also, he is much better than night shoots then his cousin, Robbie. - Jesi's daughter dressed as Felicity (mini-Felicity) was going to ask a question but then Jesi had to ask instead (when will Oliver marry Felicity - answer: maybe in Season 6. Maybe not) However, she charmed Stephen (giving her name as Felicity) which led to two days of glorious moments and pictures with Stephen and the entire cast for that family. - asked if he would break his promise of no dancing for a slow dance at Olicity wedding, he responded yes since he didn't count slow dancing as dancing (and he would be better than Grant) - invited to the Navy Ball and accepted if his schedule allows - another Navy officer (after joking that he also was going to ask him to the Navy Ball) gave him a challenge coin from his crew since Arrow is one of the shows they watch away from home. Stephen got off the stage and gave him a hug. - favorite villain: most iconic, Deathstroke. Favorite, Prometheus. At this point, we started to break up and visit different actors booths for autographs or selfies. I had written out all the music themes for each person there to sign which meant I did not do any photo-ops. Cons are expensive! I started with Katrina Law mostly so I could follow Janis and her daughter and see Ava meet Nyssa. If any of you follow Janis, you will know that Nyssa is Ava's favorite character and it was fun to see Katrina pick her up and swing her back and forth. I showed her my music sheet and Katrina was very excited to learn that Nyssa had her own theme and thought that was really cool. My next stop was David Ramsey's table. David Ramsey is a wonderful human being and made sure to take time with each fan. He was the last one to stay both evenings because there were so many people and because it took so much longer (but everyone would agree it was worth it!) He asked me my name, at which point he mentioned it was one of his favorite names and then proceeded to name four other favorite names, one being my sister's name which we both found very cool. Then I showed him the music and his eyes grew big as he asked where I got the music. I told him I transcribed it which greatly impressed him. Then he asked me to sing or hum Diggle's theme for him! I did my best but told him that it sounded much cooler with electric bass and then babbled about how it was in the last episode with Deathstroke, Diggle and Wild Dog's themes as they fought (I told Rick the same thing the next day) which was really cool. David them told me that I was amazing for listening to all those details and signed my paper. He asked if I was a musician and told him that I was a cellist. Since I was dressed as Felicity the first day, he guessed that at the end and gave me a high five. I returned to Sarah and Bre red-faced, a huge grin on my face, and slightly shaking! The three of us went over to Juliana's table next. There were a lot less people at her table which meant we could spend more time. First of all, she is gorgeous and has the most lovely smile. I certainly hope we can see more of it on Arrow. We all shared how much we loved her as the Black Canary and thought she did a fantastic job. This meant the world to her and she told us she hoped to do us proud in Season 6. When I showed her the music, I shared how her theme stemmed from the previous Canary themes but is her own. She found that really cool and was a little blown away, I think. I'm not sure she even knew there were soundtracks for Arrow. She asked if she could take a picture of it so she could play it home. She signed Dinah Drake first starting in a D on the staff paper which was a cool little moment. My last signature was with Stephen Amell. I had this whole spiel I was going to say on thanking him for his work this year but I was a little overwhelmed being so close to him (he is quite handsome) that most of it left my brain. He was very nice and asked where I wanted him to sign. I pointed out his three themes and then he signed next to each one. It took a little while for me to recover. Since I didn't get a photo-op, a group of us hung out nearby waiting for those who were getting photos (a bit of a revolving door between 8 of us!) Rick Gonzales was walking by which Bre and I pointed out to Alejandra, who called out "Rick!" She had already had met him so he turned around, smiled, and then came back and gave her a hug, remembering their conversation beforehand. Before he left, he gave myself and Bre hugs even though we had never met him! We also got to witness her joy/freaking out when Rick included her picture on Instragam and responded to her on Twitter and then Stephen Amell's response to her Mini-Felicity picture "I like hugs". Needless to say, both days we all were on our phones enjoying the amazing responses of the fandom and cast. The next day, we attended the Arrow cast panel and deduced that Juliana and Rick were added since two chairs appeared as we sat there (before seeing the announcement via Twitter) It was nice to see the interactions but everyone was a little tired so the questions and answers were not as engaging as Stephen's. Highlights: - favorite and funniest moment in set. Willa mentioned it was hard to choose with John Barrowman on set. Rick and Julianna took the more serious route with Rene and Zoe moments from 5x13 and Dinah's first Canary cry. David and Willa joked that it was hard to follow that with fart jokes and Barrowman. - most surprising moment to read in the scripts. Katrina was shocked that Oliver and Nyssa were getting married ("we all were" said the moderator) and Willa mentioned the many times she died. - they all did joke about the possibility of dying on the island and whether they were coming back. "We are all dead." "It's a dream" Rick joked about needing to find another job. David said that Stephen had read 6x01 and just kept teasing him the night before "Dude, ...., you didn't buy a house, did you?" - they were asked about relationships on the show they would like to see. Katrina said "Nyssa and Felicity" (after mentioning wanting a flashback of Sara and Nyssa earlier), Rick mentioned Rene showing interest in Thea, Willa mentioned that relationships don't last well in the show (although she did mention later that she would love for Thea and Roy again) which David disagreed about. - Willa was asked if Malcolm was a good father. She hemmed and hawed since Malcolm did sacrifice himself for Thea. She did acknowledge that her love for John clouded that statement and gave a yes - what their doppelgängers would be like on Earth 2. Rene would be a cook or baker and very friendly. Dinah would be docile and wear pink dresses. Diggle would have a green power ring which would be ironic working with Aliens since Diggle is freaked out by aliens. I visited Willa's table first and got her signature in Green and then a selfie. She thought it was really sweet that her theme was called "Purest Heart." I mentioned that I almost put down the Theroy theme as well because I love it and them. She said she missed them too. Very cool. Next was Rick who was also blown away that I had written down all the themes and that Wild Dog has his own. He asked if he could take a picture of it as well and really appreciated it. I again babbled that it appeared in 5x02 and the fight scene in 5x23 and he was kind of impressed that I noticed those details. I told him that I loved the piano theme for Rene and Zoe and am hoping it will be on the soundtrack. He mentioned that they will address Zoe and Rene in Season 6 and gave us (Sarah was with me) hugs. He also has a beautiful smile which we need to see more on the show! We then went to Brandon Routh's booth. Brandon looks exactly like he does on screen: tall, handsome, and smiling. Turns out that Brandon plays trumpet and piano and so actually read the music in front of him. He said the range was a little low for trumpet but I had written the French Horn range (the Atom theme is both in horns and trumpets) so we proceeded to talk about trumpet ranges. He also asked to take a picture of it. I mentioned that I enjoyed Legends and was excited to see where it goes next. He smiled and said that it was going to be pretty crazy. We proceeded over to Milo Ventimiglia's booth because I am a big fan of "Gilmore Girls" and "This is us." He is like David in that he wanted to know each person's name and have a conversation. Plus, they both make serious and funny faces in selfies. I thanked him for the role of Jack: a good husband and father, which is rare to see on TV these days. To have both Jack and Randall on the same show as good men is a blessing and a rarity and he said he would pass that on to Sterling! We both agreed that Jack was the true Superhero because he was a real man in a world without superpowers. We then attended his panel and we sat two rows away from him, thanks to Sarah. He was engaging and thoughtful in his responses on the stage as he is in person. He always asked for each person's name. He was asked about Gilmore Girls: "no, the baby is not Jess's baby" and that he loved working with Scott Patterson - a very special pairing and relationship. He also said the newest segment was like an encore in a concert. He was asked about "This is Us" and what a good man Jack is yet still flawed and his deep love for Rebecca. He spoke of the importance of knowing everyone on the crew which he learned thanks to his first line on "Prince of Bel Air" with Will Smith who knew everyone and took a few moments to speak to him. The panel went from his favorite books to what he likes to do on his down time to how he approaches acting. All responses were beautiful, engaging and fun. We returned to the booth areas to find out about the mini-Felicity pictures/hug video (she was dancing with Rick at that point) As the day closed, we all traveled over to Juliana's booth (thanks to Alejandra) and we talked about the new costume which had been revealed over the Internet and how it looks awesome. We did mention something about the weather (the bare arms for a few inches) and she appeared a little surprised and admitted that didn't occur to her! She said if she is shivering, we will know why! She thanked us and gave us all hugs. We then went once more to Rick's who gave Alejandra and Heidi hugs and then as he left, saw me (remembering me from earlier) and shook my hand thanking me. Very sweet man. We finished the day by watching Wonder Woman in an incredible theater that was more like a lounge or living room (couches, bookshelves, food). A wonderful end for an amazing weekend. (My computer's wifi does not work well since I moved a month ago. I did have pictures interspersed in this but Tumblr is acting weird. I did post most of them earlier however. I apologize for any weird formats from my iPad!) @academyofshipping @so-caffeinated @dust2dust34 @latinasmoak

#hvff portland #friends #music

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gray-autumn-sky · 8 years ago

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Leaping into Darkness, Chapter 3: First Fight

For Dark OQ Week, day 3- First fight... which is really more bickering than fighting. And for @evilqueens, who requested sick, stubborn Regina and Robin not really knowing how to care for her.

Robin wakes with a start as a low rumble ripples through the room. His eyes fly open and he sits up, looking around the darkened room as his heart races--and then slowly, his eyes turn to Regina.

“Bloody hell,” he murmurs as a sharp snort escapes her. “Sounds like I’m in bed with a wild animal…”

Closing his eyes, he takes a breath and slowly releases it--and then, another snore escapes her, again forcing his eyes open as he groans. Rolling onto his side, he turns away from her. The sky is still dark and he knows it’ll be a few more hours before the sun is up and even a few hours after that he’d like to spend sleeping. Tucking his arm under his head, he pulls the pillow away, placing it firmly over his ear. A victorious little grin stretches over his lips as he pulls the blanket up around himself--and then, it’s quickly yanked away and once more his eyes fly open.

Sitting up, he blinks at her, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. She’s in an odd position and her brow is creased with discomfort. Her fingers cling to the blankets that she holds to her chin. He hesitates for a second before reaching out and pressing his palm to her forehead--and grimaces when he finds her warm and clammy.

She’s sick, he realizes with a feeling so sinking dread.

In all his life, he’s never cared for another person--let alone a sick person, and on the rare occasions he fell ill, he was utterly helpless.

Damn it, he thinks, flinching and pulling away his hand as a loud rumbling snore escapes her--and his eyes widen as a series of shallow coughs follow.

“Regina,” he murmurs, reaching over and pressing his hand to her arm, his heart beating a little faster as he wonders if she could choke. “Regina… wake up…” He pushes harder and this time, she starts to stir, a long drawn out groan escaping her as her eyes just barely hope. “Hey…”

“You woke me up,” she barks.

“I… think you’re sick.”

“I’m not sick,” she returns in a groggy, yet annoyed voice. “I don’t get sick.”

“No? Then why are you snoring?”

At that, her eyes open further and her brow creases. “I do not snore.”

“Hate to inform you that you do, love…” He takes a breath, “Maybe if you sit up, you’ll be able to bre--”

“I don’t snore,” she snaps again, this time rolling onto her side and tugging the blankets up around her. “I can’t believe you woke me up for this nonsense.”

He sighs, watching as she shivers and tugs the blankets closer--and he feels utterly useless.

Laying back on his side of the bed, he tries to think back to the things his mother would do for him when he was sick as a child--and for the life of him, he can’t remember the details of it. He remembers her bringing him tea and placing a warm rag over his forehead--but he can’t imagine the blustery queen beside him would be very receptive to either of those things, it’s not like he can pin her down and force tea down her throat and even if he could, he’s not entirely sure what good that would do her.

He lays awake beside her, listening to her snore and cough. When the sun comes up, he’s still awake and watching. Finally, she begins to stir and he sits up, watching as she groans and bats her hand over her hair, finding it damp with sweat.

“Why don’t you… go back to sleep,” he suggests, getting out of the bed and reaching for his pants. “I can… make you… uh… some tea…”

For a second, she doesn’t respond, and he wonders if she heard him. But just as he starts to say her name, she turns sharply toward him. “Why would I go back to sleep? I just woke up.”

“Well, you’re clearly not well…” Her eyes widen. “I know you don’t want to admit it, but you’re sick.”

“I told you-- I don’t get sick.”

“Everyone gets sick,” he says, biting down on his lip as a reminder not to let his temper get the best of him. “So, why don’t you…”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not.”

“I just need… some breakfast and…” She shivers, running her hands up and down her arms. “More wood on the fire.” She turns her head, her eyes widening at him as he realizes it wasn’t a mere suggestion, but a command. “Otherwise, I will catch a cold…”

“But you just said that you don’t…” He stops has her eyes widen. “Nevermind,” he mutters as he goes to the hearth and tosses on two extra logs, stoking it for a moment as Regina gets out of bed. He stops himself from moving toward her as she stumbles uneasily on her feet, offering an annoyed sigh at nothing in particular as she flickers her wrist to open up her wardrobe. Taking a breath, she sniffles and tugs at the ribbons at the front of her night dress--and with a soft sigh, her hands fall away and her head tips back. “Let me help you,” he says, scrambling to his feet.

“I don’t... need….” she sighs, turning to face him with wide eyes as his hand brushes against her hip. “You don’t listen very well, do you?”

“I’m trying to help,” he says, trying in vain to keep his voice even as his jaw tightens. “You looked…”

“You’re in the way.”

“Regina…”

“Don’t you have anything better to do than stand here and… get in my way?”

Again, he feels his jaw tensing as he pulls away. “Fine.”

He stalks into the hallway, tucking his shirt into his pants as he goes. With a wave of her hand the door slams shut and he turns, staring at it for a moment.

Never in his life has he met someone so infuriating--so stubborn and unable to see what was right in front of her. It wasn’t just that she was refusing his help--though, he wasn’t sure how much help he’d actually be--but she seemed to be in complete denial about what was happening.

“She’s bloody delusional,” he mutters underneath his breath, turning away from the door as he stomps down the stairs toward the dining room. He stands there for a moment, realizing that he lacks the magic to make breakfast just appear--and once more, he finds himself completely useless.

And he hates himself for it.

Robin trudges to the kitchen and after a few minutes, he manages to find some tea and he fills the kettle. There’s a sack of grain at the hearth and he scoops some out, dropping it into a pot that he fills with water--and then he stands there, just watching as it boils. It occurs to him, after a few minutes, that he should probably tend to it in some way, so he reaches for a spoon and switches it through the thickening mush, grimacing as a series of expletives fall from his lips.

He hates feeling this way--and he hates that he cares.

And it’s her fault that he does, he thinks to himself.

The kettle starts to whistle and he roughly pulls it away from the flame, filling two cups before reaching for two bowls, blowing the dust from them before setting them onto the counter and reaching for the boiled oat mush.

“This looks fucking disgusting,” he says to himself as he drops two sticky dollops into each bowl. “She’ll be lucky if I don’t poison her…”

Nonetheless, he grabs the tray and carefully he carries it back to the rooms they share, pushing open the door with his foot and startling her.

“What the hell?”

He blinks and drops the tray down on a table near the hearth, making the cups clatter together. “I made you breakfast.”

“You shouldn’t have.”

“You’re not dressed yet,” he says, ignoring her comment. “Perhaps you’ve decided to go back to bed.”

“Why would I do that?” She asks, her voice biting as she rises up from the bed, turning her head from side to side, popping he neck and rolling her shoulders. “I’m not sick.” Her eyes roll as she faces him. “You’re an absolute fool if you think I am.”

He sighs. “I’m the fool?”

Regina looks sharply at him, her eyes widening as her jaw drops open. “Who the hell gave you the right to…”

“Care about you?” He cuts in. “My life would be a hell of a lot easier if I didn’t.”

Her shoulder square and he feels a little pang of guilt at his core--he shouldn’t have said that and he wishes he hadn’t. “Well,” she breathes out, wiggling her nose as she pretends not to be sniffling, “No one’s forcing you to…”

“Stop,” he cuts in. “Stop right there.” Taking a breath, he takes a step forward. “I think we both just need to stop before we say something we’ll regret or...” His voice trails off momentarily as her chin tips up haughtily, as though to ignore him. “...say something that we won’t be able to come back from.”

“You’re the one going around hurling accusations…”

“You’re sick.”

“No, I’m not.”

“No? Then why is there…” He grimaces a little, waving his hand in front of his face, “...so much snot leaking out of your nose.” Her eyes widen with indignance--and there’s a flicker of something in her eyes. He watches as her eyes fall away from his and her shoulders drop as she sucks in a shaky breath. “Hey,” he murmurs as he takes a few tentative steps toward her. “Hey, are you…”

“No,” she cuts in, her voice barely audible. “I’m… I’m sick.”

“I know…”

“You always do,” she murmurs, slowly letting her eyes meet his. “I hate that.”

“Maybe another version of me knew what to do, but I clearly don’t.”

A lopsided grin pulls up onto her lips as she takes a couple steps toward him, craning her neck see what’s on the tray. “That looks terrible,” she says, her eyes sliding back to his. “I don’t think either of us should eat that.”

“It’s probably for the best…” She grins and suddenly, she looks so different. “I don’t really, uh, know how to…”

“That’s okay,” she says, reaching for his hand as she sniffles. “Maybe we could just… have the tea and then… get back into bed.”

“We…”

“You look tired.”

“I’m… not.”

“Robin…”

“You snored all night.”

“Maybe we could forget the tea and just…” She shrugs her shoulders as her voice halts. “I’ll try to make sure you fall asleep first.”

“You don’t have to do that,” he says, pulling her to him and wrapping his arms around her. “You don’t have to force yourself to stay awake. You’re sick and…” He sighs. “You’re worth losing sleep over.”

Nodding, she takes a step back and tugs him back to the bed. They both crawl into it and she cuddles close--and he takes a long breath as his arm forms around her shoulders, preparing himself for the inevitable, reminding himself in advance that she can’t help it and he can’t be annoyed.

“You’re not so bad at this,” she murmurs as her head settles on his chest.

“You’re lying.”

“Only a little…”

“Don’t worry,” he says as grin tugs onto his lips. “I’ll let you make it up to me when you’re feeling better.”

#oq ff #dark outlaw queen week #dark oq #outlaw queen #dark outlaw queen

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