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sansajonquil · 9 months

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dean orion is still with me in the bathroom.

she is wearing a black suit, it draping on her arms. she is seeing that I’m hearing her words that my blood was too beautiful to waste, within my pain of thinking she was evil. she is holding a lantern, which she places on the darkly lit room.

dean says she was a general soldier in the army, which is why she is wearing a black buttoned coat with gold buttons ; working for the raven.

she said, ‘ there is no point in lying to yourself, ‘ as she sees the scratches in my arms and whip lashings in my back, ‘ I hope you learned your lesson. ‘ and yet she had tortured me, a strange terrible relationship, saying ‘ shh ‘ with a concerned look in her eyes as she walks to me with a pole in her hands. she had seen the good and bad of me, as I wrestled with my thoughts of if she was evil or good, I saying to Julia we are addicted to each other as I imagined us as star-crossed lovers, and saying my agonised mumbles were adorable.

there is a feeling of ominous dread as people look up to see me. I am soaring through the sky of columbia on my blue aircraft wings, wearing a bird and cage necklace. the sky was white, with blue colouring in a parting in the drifting clouds. I am also raising up my hands in surrender, forgive me father, for I have been a wicked man. kneeling at a tombstone in nowhere. I am saying, while feeling quite evil, ‘ thanks for putting up with me, ‘ and reflecting what I say is a bit insane and creepy sounding.

She knows how tired I am, and had said to try to be human and for there to be an end to the war. ‘ I don’t want to go too far, i just want your open heart. ‘ as she places a hand on my chest. she understands I may always be haunted.

’ you were dealt a lot of trauma, ‘ she said. ‘ it seems to be never-ending, like a chair turning slowly, ‘ a dream I had, with she looking at me closely, and blood splattering my face in my nightmare. she had seen how strong I tried to be with listening to heavy metal music, as I am in a prison cell in the vacuum darkness of both overworking and idle peace, a sheep to the slaughter.

The music pulsates in the cell.

She had been opting in developing skills in dialectical behavioural therapy, as she watched me calmly, in my struggle to be on my own journey without my friend ariel, for years and years.

‘ I want to be a good king, ‘ I think, as I am reminiscing thoughtfully, seeing the calming bark of the desk forest. I am listening to Kellin Quinn, empathising with his songs, which helped me feel brave in talking in social media.

And then the storm had hit, she knowing that there may be some benefit in us talking.

she sees me stressed, trembling beneath her hand, she touching the faded red lining. the pain did seem never-ending as I just try to live with the little time I have left.

she says to look at her, and tilting my chin, as I am starting to shyly turn my head away, as I remember her wolf familiar putting her paw on my chest, and I screaming bloody murder at her. The wolf is shocked, her blue eyes widening, and runs scared from me. She is then just staring at me from a distance, and analysing what I do.

I am lying on a hospital bed, feeling the protein spiking my head, which I am mediating, the heartbeat machine zig-zagging of my pulse.

She says to fight like hell, in a calm manner, knowing i have mediated a lot in a wallflower way during my journey.

I had struggled and felt calm peace, pounding prejudiced clay to my back ( with listening to songs like massacre the new american dream and break the cycle ) - with talking to eric northman and tinu crow in the kitchen sink.

I had needed to mediate because i felt I was suffering so badly, yet felt I couldn’t hurt Ariel again.

She hears my stress of swearing and screaming - f***, s***, motherf*****, Jesus Christ on a wheel of f***s - she thinking I am a crow, piercing the black night with my haunting singing. as i see myself as a crow when the seer is intoning in his deep voice, flying its black wings.

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inagetawaycarxo · 4 years

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Dating Mob!Boss Roman Reigns Would Include

❛❛ Can you imagine dating a Roman mob boss❜❜- @shieldgirl18

WARNINGS: Mobster themes, mentions of sex and sexual content, adult themes.

A/N: I know you said imagine, but I just couldn’t help myself and I had to write a headcanon.

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You were wary of him at first. And a little bit scared. You knew who he was, what he did. You nervously spoke to him or shuttered whenever he talks to you.

You tried your best to keep your distance. But Roman never made it easy for you. You avoided him like the plague, but he kept showing up.

Eventually, you get to know him. The real him.

Roman will try and woo you.

Like buying you flowers, expensive jewellery, gifts, luxury gifts, paying your bills. Intimidating anyone who is disrespecting you.

Buying you dresses and taking you to fancy restaurants.

Both of you end up getting to know each other even more.

Roman will wine & dine you.

After having dinner, both of you take a stroll or walk down the street. Talking about really anything.

Roman likes to be close to your side. Or holding your hand. Or wrapping his arm around you, pulling closer to his side.

Roman likes to walk you home. He knows his enemies are watching him, and they might attack you or worse kidnap you and Roman can’t live with that.

Roman has some of his guys to watch you at a distance, making sure none of his enemies attacks you or kidnaps you.

Though you enjoy going to fancy restaurants, you prefer simple dates.

Like a picnic on the beach, going for walks, taking a stroll in the park or beach, and so on.

You didn’t fall in love with him for hid money or looks, you fell in love with him because of his charm, his kindness, his loyalty, his personality, the way he goes out of his way to listen to what you say, make you laugh/smile. Also, his looks are a plus.

After a lot of dates. Roman and you eventually became boyfriend and girlfriend.

Roman always making time to spend with you.

Roman is the first one to say, “I love you.”

It happened when Roman and you were walking along the shores of the beach. When Roman suddenly in his tracks. Making you stop as well. You looked up at him in curiosity.

Roman gently removed his arm from around you. Turning to face you. He quickly brought his hands up to your face, cupping your jawline. Staring deeply into your eyes. You gulped. Heart rate rapidly increasing.

“Ro…” You whispered.

“I love you.” Roman confesses making your heart flutter. Mouth a gap. Before a smile graced your lips.

“I love you, too.” You confess. Making Roman smile. Roman will then lean his head down. Lips ghosting over your lips. His eyes fluttering closed, as well as your eyes. Romans lips pressed against yours softly.

After that, a lot of “I love you’s.” will be said, between the both of you.

Roman always ringing you. Especially, in the morning.

Roman will continue to get you gifts. Though you insist his love is enough.

You try your best to stay out of Roman’s mobster lifestyle. But unfortunately, you can’t avoid the inevitable. Roman’s enemies make sure of that.

You found out the hard way that you can’t escape the inevitable when one of his enemies tries to kidnap you. lucky for you, Roman still has his men bodyguarding you.

This is when you found out Roman had hired two of his men to watch over you.

Which you weren’t too happy with that. You demanded them to take them to Roman which they reluctantly agreed.

If you weren’t too angry you would have gawked over his luxurious house. But you were livid. You stormed into his house. Ignoring the maids and his other men. One of the guys in front of you leading you to Roman while the other one was behind you.

The guy in front of you stopped at a door, opening it for you. You stormed in.

“Are you insane Roman? Having your men watching over me. WHAT THE HELL?” You shout. Making the rest of Romans men look up at you. Roman stopped whatever he was doing. Looking at you in shock.

“Y/n...” Roman started to say. Standing up.

“No, don’t y/n me.” You fumed. Roman gave his men a dismissive look, and they all stood up. Leaving the room.

“They were meant to be on the down-low.” Roman replied.

“How long have they been watching me? Do you not trust me?” You asked him. Giving him a demanding look.

“Of course, I trust you. I just don’t trust my enemies. If I lose you, I could never forgive myself.” Roman replied truthfully.

“Roman, you won’t lose me. Just tell your goons to lay off.” You sighed. Cupping his jawline with your hands. looking into his eyes intently.

“Then move in with me.” He proposed.

“Roman.” You scoffed. Then let out a nervous laugh.

“Your joking right.” You nervously chuckled.

“Dead serious, I love you and you love me; besides, you will be safe behind these walls. And we will get to spend a lot more time together.” Roman spoke.

“Okay.” You barely gasped out. Making Roman smile brightly.

“Good, I will organize all of your items, clothes, furniture to come here. I love you.” He spoke. Kissing the top of your head. Then taking out his phone. Unlocking it and going into his contacts he quickly pressed a contact. Then the call button. Bringing it up to his ear.

Roman’s thumb stroked your jaw as he talked on the phone. Organizing the moving company to get your stuff. Then telling the address of his house.

Roman will make sure you are all settled in. Making room in his walk-in closet. Which is just a room.

Introducing you to his maids and the men who work with him.

You try and avoid him when he is doing mobster stuff. You don’t want any part in it. But sometimes you get curious and ask him.

Sex with Roman is passionate and rough.

Roman likes to take his time with you. caressing every inch of your body.

Also, teasing you a lot.

Roman buying you lingerie. Especially the expensive lingerie.

Whenever he is stressed you will dress up in lingerie. Standing at in the threshold of the bedroom or his office. You will then proceed to take his mind off of whatever is stressing him.

Bringing him lunch and snacks as well as beverages. His maids will do it but you kind of took over that role.

Having sex on his desk in the office.

Clearing all his stuff off his desk. Grabbing the side of his face and bringing his face down to yours. Kissing him feverishly. As he lays you down on the desk. Ripping each other’s clothes off.

Roman will then trail kisses down your body. Sucking on your nipples. Then trailing wet kisses down your stomach till he reaches then waistband of your panties. Pulling it off with his teeth all the while looking at you.

Roman will then proceed to bring his mouth down to your wet core. His warm breath fanning over it. Making you tremble. His tongue will then slip out of his tongue. Flicking his tongue against your clit. Which will make you grip the edge of the desk (if it’s a bed then it’s the sheets) Roman will then move his mouth down. lapping his tongue between your folds. Then he just sucks. Eating you out like he is famished. One of your hands holding onto the edge of the desk, while the other hand is grabbing a handful of his hair. Looking up at you as you tremble and whimper underneath his touch.

Roman will continue to eat you out till you come.

He will either swallow your cum, or stick his fingers into your sensitive core, coating his fingers with your juices. Pulling them out way too fast causing you to whimper. Roman will then stick them in his mouth sucking them. All the while looking at you.

He will give a few more likes before removing his mouth away from your core. Freeing his growing cock from his pants.

You will look at him through glazed eyes. Reaching out to grab his cock. Though roman won't let you. he will pin your hand above your head. While the other one grabs his cock.

Roman will align his cock up with your entrance. The tip of his cock, rubbing your wet entrance. Making you let out a choked gasp. He will then rub his cock between your folds before penetrating into you.

Both of you letting out loud moans.

Romans thrusts are rough. Pushing your back into the hard desk even more.

Roman will leave kisses on your neck and shoulder.

Though sometimes he mostly fucks you doggy style on the desk.

Both of you are in pure ecstasy.

The both of you don’t care about how loud the both of you are when having sex.

When Roman eats you out he will either suck, zig-zag lick, or weave his tongue between your folds. Pinning your hips down. Or grabbing and squeezing your boobs.

Getting thigh burns whenever he eats you out. But it is totalling worth it.

When you give Roman a blowjob, you will first start by kissing your way down his stomach.

Sitting in between his legs. Or kneeling in front of him. Freeing him from his boxers and jeans or dress pants.

Bringing your mouth down to his cock.

Swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock. Then licking his shaft to the tip to swirl your tongue around the tip again.

Roman can't help but moan. Grabbing a fistful of your hair. Or gripping it.

When you put his cock in your mouth, he loses it. He can't help but tilt his head back. Eyes closing tightly, as you bob your head up and down. Sucking him at a slow teasing pace, before speeding up. Eyes watering as you deep throat him. Romans grip on your hair gets tighter. You get even wetter. Salvia, slightly coming out of your mouth.

Roman’s moans and how he moans your name are music to your ears.

Looking at him through glazed watery eyes.

You will also play/massage his balls, bringing him closer to his climax. You hum against him. The vibrations and you playing with his balls sends him over the edge.

His cock convulsing as his warm cum goes down your throat.

Swallowing every last drop of his cum.

Roman will open his eyes when he finishes watching you swallow his cum.

If you are giving him head underneath his desk and he is on the phone, then he will try to express his moans.

You are sure to have carpet burns or swore knees after giving him a blowjob, as well as a, swore jaw and throat but you aren’t complaining.

Always teasing your wet entrance with the tip of his cock. Before entering you.

Or riding him on his office chair.

Eating you out on the desk.

Thigh tiding him when he is not giving you the attention you need.

Giving him a blowjob underneath his desk, as he is on a phone meeting.

Roman loves the lotus position, as well as you riding him, reverse missionary, missionary, sex against the wall, or desk, shower sex, bath sex, sex in the kitchen, the doggy style position, downward doggy, and any doggy style.

He likes to pull your hair, as well as spank your ass. And dirty talk. A lot of dirty talk. As well as choking.

Roman will likely either cum in you or your mouth.

Roman likes to take care of you after sex. Cleaning you up. Making sure you are okay.

Roman likes to make love to you if you go through a scary situation which you mostly do.

Roman threatening anyone who hurts you.

He doesn’t tell you this, but he punishes the people who hurt you.

You try to not be present when one of Romans clients comes around. You lock yourself in the master bedroom or make yourself scares.

Romans kisses are soft or rough.

His hugs are comforting and make you feel safe. he likes to hold you close to him.

When both of you go to sleep. Roman will pull you flush against his side or chest. A protective arm wrapped around you.

Thigh kisses, neck kisses, shoulder kisses, kissing your nape, your back, arm kisses, course kisses against your lips, hand kisses, soft kisses, passionate kisses, rough kisses, jawline kisses, cheek kisses, forehead kisses, kissing the top of your head, ear/lope kisses.

Roman getting jealous when one of his men cheeks you out.

Roman may be a mob!boss but he still is soft and domestic with you.

He will do what any normal boyfriend will do.

Like, help you cook.

Help you wash up if you cook.

Though he tells you that’s what the cooks are for.

Watching movies with you and tv shows. Especially Netflix.

Roman has all of the paid channels.

Buying you gifts and clothes, handbags, shoes, jewellery, even brought you a car.

Taking you to fancy restaurants and on vacations. Especially on cruises. And helicopter rides.

Your family and friends were disappointed in you, so they don’t speak much to you. when you tell Roman, he asks if you want him to talk with them, but you decline.

When you first saw roman with blood on his hands and his clothes you felt lightheaded and ran off. Roman chased you claiming they betrayed him, and they had it coming. But you still couldn’t help but think that person has still a person.

Having fights about how he won't let you have a job. Or go out alone without one of his men guarding you.

Unbeknownst to you Roman, visited your friends and family to tell them that they hurt you. and well, of course, intimate them.

Both of you have often talked about having kids.

A lot of deep conversations.

Roman worrying about your safety a lot.

Roman not hesitating to hurt anyone who threatens to use you against him. Or blackmails you.

#wwe x reader #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns #wwe #wwe headcanon #wwe headcanons

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fuzziemutt · 3 years

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Do You Understand?

Chapter 3/9 - Link to Masterlist in reblog

Summary: Connor makes his move to get away from everyone. This is most certainly a great plan I assure you (/s)

Tw: Mainly unhealthy thinking again. Connor’s main coping mechanism: ignore it.

After a surprisingly decent enough handful of hours of standby, Connor woke up feeling relatively less empty and angry than before. He always woke up a good bit before Hank just to make sure he got up relatively on time and to walk Sumo. Thinking of Sumo made him realize he’ll miss the dog once he moved out this afternoon, but he quickly dismissed that thinking. He was doing this for the best. He got up and entered the bathroom to see if he could find one of his beanies in his personal clothes pile he kept in there to help hide his LED later. Walking past the mirror he took a glance and it really seemed his eyes and brows were stuck just forever looking pissed off. He’ll deal with that later… maybe. Moving back to his objective, he managed to find a grey beanie with black zig zags he swiped and went to try on.

Connor didn’t mess with his appearance too much following the revolution. He switched his Cyberlife jacket, that he’s pretty sure Hank hid in the house (or burned), with a very similar dark grey blazer recently and a black knee length coat sometimes. He tended to keep wearing button ups (often white, sometimes black or even with a floral pattern) and even wore dark turtlenecks to spice things up with the usual tie, if needed, black jeans and Cyberlife shoes. He liked familiarity and he liked how he looked in what Cyberlife said he looked good in.

The most drastic change was that he enjoyed changing his hair color quite often. Maybe it was a bit out of a desire to separate himself from Nines since they looked the exact same, height, appearance, build, everything except eyes (and material arguably). He kept getting annoyed by how often they kept getting confused for the other. It didn’t help that Nines ditched his own Cyberlife jacket minutes after deviating. You’d think with how.. Loud… Nine’s fashion tastes were, people would be able to differentiate them better yet it was a constant struggle so he turned to ‘fucking’ with his hair color.

He stared at himself for a few seconds before deciding that he was tired of the default brown again and switched it to the pure white color. He had more colors, most of which he got from messing with his own color coding or from androids who focused on making additional coding to allow more variety in android features, but today white felt fitting. He sort of wished he could change his eye color too, maybe he should ask Simon if anyone… He was getting side tracked again. Trying on the beanie and it seemed everything was good.

He still had plenty of time before Hank’s alarm would initially go off so he busied himself in finding a bag in the garage that let him pack his few possessions into. Really beyond the clothes, he only had a few trinkets like his coin, and a small plush manta ray he got from the aquarium once. He didn’t have a room so he didn’t really have the chance to collect anything. He also went ahead and changed his clothes into a dark blue turtleneck, usual jeans and the knee length coat since those would take up more space to pack. After packing, he hoisted the bag to his shoulder and called Sumo over for their usual walk. They walked to a nearby park where Connor stored his moving bag in the most effective hiding spot before walking back. If he suddenly walked much slower than usual on their way back, Sumo didn't comment about it.

Just as he was done taking care of Sumo and putting away the leash, he heard the tell tale sound of Hank’s alarm going off. He got a coffee mug down before heading towards the bedroom where angry grumbling could be heard. Knocking on the door with an ‘I’m up! I’m up, asshole’ in response satisfied him enough to return to the kitchen and grab himself a cup for a quick thirium top off. He could have packed it, but then he wouldn’t have any here in case of emergencies. He could just get some more from the DPD anyways or even New Jericho if he really needed it.

He looked up from his cup as Hank shambled his way to the bathroom. Connor felt his lips give the little odd quirk that represented a smile according to Cyberlife but immediately lost it when it reminded him of yesterday. And he was doing so well keeping his mind off it. Oh well.

After some time, Hank finally joined him in the kitchen, mostly dressed and mostly awake. Hank started wearing his hair in a ponytail lately given his refusal to cut his mop of hair, but needing to look more “professional” now that he wasn’t showing up to work hungover every day.

“What color we going for today?” Hank asked, voice still gruff as he set about getting coffee and cereal. Connor tended to wear the beanie to surprise others on the color of the week especially if he was trying out a very notable color like the time he went neon pink. It had ulterior motives today, but Hank didn’t need to know that.

“Now now Hank. No peeking. You don’t get special privileges,” Connor teased, moving to wash his now empty cup. Connor knew his voice didn’t give insight to his internal turmoil, but it seemed Hank caught onto Connor’s new predicament with his “expressive” eyes. However, he didn’t say anything, only grunting in response and turning away. Connor wondered what the Lieutenant knew or what he picked up from him in those couple of moments.

They only made some more small chatter and a quick Sumo petting before heading on out to the DPD. Connor felt a bit weird not telling Hank that he was moving out, but he didn’t want his friend to question his decisions or whatever he would worry he would do. He honestly wasn’t sure why he felt adamant in not telling him. It would honestly worry the old man more, if he just up and left, but something stopped him from saying anything. He felt like Hank also knew there was something he wasn’t saying, but he didn’t seem to push Connor to admit whatever thoughts were circling in this mess of a CPU he had for what humans would consider a brain. It didn’t matter much as before he knew it, they had arrived at work.

Logically, Connor knew Nines would be here. He’s been working with the other android for a couple months now already. Usually he would speak to him before Hank actually felt like doing any work to pass the time. Therefore, he shouldn’t have been so shocked to see the RK900 sitting at his usual desk next to Gavin Reed. Yet here he was, lagging a couple seconds behind the Lieutenant just staring at Nines. Of course, nothing else showed on his face as per usual, but he didn’t doubt it was odd to see Connor suddenly switch to a slower walking pace as he seemed to glare daggers at his look alike.

Nines immediately noticed his presence and smiled very awkwardly, unlike the usual friendly grin, while waving at him. Connor’s new found emote of “fuck you” seemed to make Nines very unsure in how to proceed given how much his eyes looked around as if trying to find a solution to the problem that is Connor’s existence. Before he could find something to do, Connor sped back up and beelined to his own desk. He quickly sat down and placed his hand on his terminal to effectively cut off any attempt to conversate.

“Who pissed in your cheerios?” Hank commented from his side, scrolling through his phone. His head was being propped up by the hand of the elbow planted firmly on his desk, but his eyes stared watchfully at Connor.

“I can not eat, Lieutenant,” Connor helpfully reminded him. He was just trying to dodge any sort of questioning, but he couldn’t think of a proper work around while the anger that flared up earlier still clouded his circuits.

“Just an expression. And you’re definitely more pissey than usual,” Hank said, his expression and voice seemingly bored and tired even if he still kept a close eye on Connor. Connor merely looked up at him and purposefully raised a single eyebrow to make the human elaborate.

“First, Nines looks like a fucking kicked puppy right now and that’s not even mentioning how you skipped your morning talks with him,” a quick glance over and Connor could confirm Nines was looking everything like a “kicked puppy” as Hank said, “second, you haven’t even taken your beanie off and you usually do that first thing in because lets face it you’re a bit of an attention whore.”

Connor blinked realizing he was right, he knew Hank was more teasing on that last part, but he couldn’t deny it. The guarded look slid back into place as Connor stared at Hank, waiting for him to say anything else. He wasn’t sure why, but he just had to make sure Hank wasn’t trying to trick him despite Connor revealing his different hair color multiple times before. This was silly he finally thought and just went ahead to tug the beanie off, quickly fixing his hair afterwards too.

Hank was also right that the officers who commented on his hair instantly filled him with that desire for praise he never could seem to muffle, left gaping when Amanda was effectively blocked from his systems. And of course, he preened a bit upon feeling a bit better refusing to acknowledge the knowing look in Hank’s eyes and forcing himself to focus on his work once more.

Today wasn’t too busy of a day surprisingly. It was more reports that Connor could let himself absentmindedly work through as he was preoccupied by how he would decorate his apartment and what furniture he should get. They only had to leave once for a crime scene involving a dispute between a human and an android that led to a dead human and heavily injured android. There were always android and human murders him, Hank, Nines and a couple other officers constantly dealt with, but the rate seemed to be settling down to a more “normal” consistency. It angered Connor that it was still such a problem, but all he could do was help where he could on this end. The android consented to a look into their recorded memories to know what happened while they were whisked away for repairs. Pretty easy day all things considered.

Either way, Connor didn’t even fully realize their shift was over, busy thinking of if he’d prefer blue or purple curtains, until Hank started getting up and stretching after turning off his computer. Connor found that after deviating he couldn’t quite keep his attention on what he wanted to anymore. It wasn’t that he couldn’t do it at all, he just found his mind tended to wander more easily, especially doing things that didn’t require much of his attention. He also abruptly remembered that he needed to go grab his moving bag and head to the apartment for the move in. So he set about shutting his work down as well.

Nines perked up from his desk in hearing their shuffling; he even was about to start getting up from his desk it seemed. Connor quickly snatched his beanie and any other personal items he might need before practically booking it, without running, towards the entrance. He didn’t even glance behind him to see if Hank was following or if Nines was following either. Nines was the slightest bit faster than him so he could have caught up with only slight effort if he wanted so Connor was hoping he’d take a hint and leave him alone at least another day more. He didn’t stop his very enthusiastic speed walking until he was almost at Hanks’ car in which he remembered he couldn’t go home with Hank and sort of awkwardly leaned against the car to wait for Hank to catch up. Thankfully, it looked like Nines took the hint when all he saw was Hank almost speed walking towards him with a frown.

“Wanna explain why the fuck it seems you were running for the speed walking Olympics back there,” Hank immediately groaned out when he was close to the car. He was slightly out of breath.

“Nope,” was Connor’s reply. Simple and not sweet but sweet.

“Uh huh.. then do you want to talk about how it seemed this Olympic was being founded on avoiding Nines as much as inhumanly possible?” Hank asked next, crossing his arms and raising a judgmental bushy brow down on Connor.

“I wasn’t avoiding him,” Connor’s eyes not looking at Hank and voice too defensive to be legit. Damn. It seems whatever happened yesterday in the taxi was still affecting him. How annoying.

“Yeah no. I’m not believing that for a second,” Hank seemed to be glaring at him harder. Connor didn’t feel pressured or stressed by it, but it was also annoying him that Hank wasn’t dropping this.

“We had a fight yesterday, it’s no big deal,” Connor easily lied again looking Hank in the eye this time. Hank seemed to not be convinced, but Connor knew he didn’t know enough about whatever “fight” occurred to tell how much Connor was lying.

Hank’s shoulder slumped a bit as it seemed he was giving up the chase for now. “Fine. That’s fair. Sometimes, friends fight, I won’t push you on it, but do talk to Nines about whatever the hell happened so he stops looking so mopey.”

Connor felt a flicker of jealousy again at the reaffirmation on how clearly Nines emoted compared to him. But he didn’t say anything, only nodding even if he had no plans to talk to Nines (or really anyone) if he didn’t have to. Connor is going to use this ignore method for as long as it works damn it.

“So uh.. You getting into the car?...” Hank awkwardly commented as he made his way to the driver’s side. Oh. That other thing needs to be dealt with now. Right. Connor will miss driving to work with Hank… that’s besides the point. Hank wouldn’t care if he rode with him or not anyways since he saw Connor as a machine still.

“Oh. I’m actually going to be heading to New Jericho to further discuss what we talked about yesterday. I’ll be taking a taxi don’t worry,” Connor attempted to order his face to give a reassuring smile but Hank’s subtle cringe affirmed that it was not giving its intended effects and he immediately dropped it.

“You sure you don’t want me to just drop you off? It’s not that big of a deal,” suspicion lingered in Hank’s eyes as he stared at Connor from inside the car. Hm. Not good if Hank was already catching that something was off. He really did not give the old geezer enough credit.

“It’s fine. The discussion involved what we should be doing about androids who react very negatively towards humans still. I’m not sure if allowing you to accompany me this time would be a good idea especially as I’m not sure how much information about that discussion has been passed around since then,” Connor began to wonder if lying was going to start becoming his life at this point with how much he’s done it in the past day alone.

“Hmm.. fair point, alrighty. Stay safe out there, kid,” Hank backed off but Connor could still see the suspicion in his eyes. This will appease the Lieutenant for now but just for now. Connor will figure something out for a more permanent solution later. He was relying on the others not communicating between themselves too much.

After saying his goodbyes, Connor walked towards another automated taxi and got in. He set the path to the park he hid his bag in and placed the beanie back on his head to make sure his LED was hidden. It didn’t take long to retrieve it from the dense bushes, glad that the park didn’t get many people at this hour from how suspicious that looked, and immediately reentered the taxi. He did chuckle a bit at how funny it would have been if he had gotten arrested then but shook it off. A few more minutes and he stood in front of his new “home”. It wasn’t the worst, a bit worse for wear, definitely hasn’t been cleaned since the 80s he’d take a guess. Most of the apartments appeared to be empty which was good. Connor didn’t want to befriend any neighbors. They’d just get fed up with him anyways like the others.

#i write #dbh #detroit: become human #connor rk800 #connor rk900 #hank anderson #connor whump #connor angst

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kimjoongs-main · 4 years

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—all hallows eve ; pjs

member park jisung

genre fantasy au/fluff

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dia’s note finally we get to meet our resident bookseller! i was kind of on the fence about posting this since i’m not completely satisfied, but i’m learning to be less critical of my works so here it is lol, hope you enjoy!

Known for his flawless knowledge of each and every one of the books amongst the shelves, the young bookseller has certainly made a name for himself in the kingdom. He was undoubtedly adored by the locals and travelers alike—magical beings or otherwise.

Meet the other residents of Wisteria

Jisung’s time at the bookshop first started when he was fourteen. His father, a very powerful mage, was unfortunately killed in the Great War when Jisung was only ten years old. His mother, a mere human, had left long before Jisung could comprehend who she was and what she was supposed to mean to him.

He was never given the opportunity to learn about her.

It wasn’t taboo, per se, for those born from magic to be involved with humans. But it was quite rare, and those who chose to pursue their desires for each other were often met with scandalized glares from both sides.

Jisung’s parents met at his mother’s flower shop. His father used to work for the Crown, and he had wandered in, seeking a bouquet to purchase as a gift. The Queen had just announced her pregnancy with her first child, and the entire castle was frantic in their search for a congratulatory gift. Knowing of her affinity for flora, Jisung’s father made his way to the kingdom’s renowned flower shop, not expecting to fall in love with the maiden hidden behind the leaves.

Because of the absence of any other parental figure in his life, Jisung had no other choice but to move in with his uncle.

Well, he wasn’t really his uncle.

The man in question was a good friend of Jisung’s father, a fellow mage, who also happened to be the owner of the town’s beloved bookshop, Novelty Novels. Unlike any other bookshop in the six kingdoms, this one had novels, novelas, and anthologies graced with magical properties—each unique for every book.

A tale about romance would be laced with a charm that would occasionally release a sweet yet bitter scent, allowing the reader to live vicariously through those who were unfortunate enough to be star-crossed lovers. A tale of mystery and wonder would occasionally have clues appear in the margins—subtle enough as to not give away the ending, but inducing enough to push the reader in the right direction.

Jisung wasn’t much of an avid reader, but he did take it upon himself to become familiar with every single book on the shelves: their content, their magical properties, and their location. He thought it would allow for a more efficient interaction with the customers should they need any assistance.

And it certainly made his life easier.

After an eternity and a half, Jisung finally finished bagging up the last few purchases. As soon as the door closed and the shop lacked any sort of physical presence, the young boy sighed. Too tired to leave his post, Jisung waved his hand in a circular motion and the sign on the door flipped, presenting the words–

Closed: Please come back tomorrow.

He internally winced at the thought of his uncle finding out he used magic without his permission. It was only a small amount though, barely substantial enough to cause any real damage.

He would be fine.

Leaning back on the counter behind him, Jisung reached over to the side and gently caressed the soft, white lump of fur resting on the nearby windowsill. Said lump wriggled at the contact, moving about to reveal a pair of ears, a rosy button nose, and four wispy whiskers—two on each side of the nose. Jisung smiled, allowing the bunny to hop across his arm and settle comfortably on his shoulders.

He nuzzled his nose into her fur and sighed, eyes droopy.

The sun was just about to set beneath the horizon, and people in the square were beginning to light the torches outside their shops, blissfully unaware of the ashy clouds looming over them. Usually, the bookshop would stay open for a few hours more, but ever since Jisung’s uncle left for his trip, leaving the poor boy to run the shop on his own, he was given the grace to close up earlier than usual—much to Jisung’s delight.

With the extra time he had to spare, he would usually spend it at the Harrownight Inn and enjoy a warm, steamy bowl of Mark’s specialty soup. Or he would bring his bunny, Mabel, to Chenle’s menagerie and let her play around with his creatures.

Crack.

Jisung flinched, skirting away from the window sharply. Mabel, who had just begun to doze off on her owner’s shoulder, was positively perplexed as she hopped onto the counter, foot thumping loudly on the wood to express her indignation. Jisung muttered a soft ‘sorry’ and gently patted her head, letting his fingers run over her silky fur.

He heard shouts and complaints from outside and walked over to the door, peering through the clear glass. Large droplets of rain poured down on the streets, slamming against the cobblestone pathways and soaking the front of the other shops. Jisung snickered when he saw Jeno a few feet away. The poor baker was frantically scrambling to open the door to the bakery—all while balancing a tray of pastries on his other hand.

Jisung shook his head, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, and stepped away from the door, moving toward one of the chairs in the back of the shop and plopping down on it. The sound of quiet, yet rhythmic, pitter-patters followed, and soon Mabel was clambering up Jisung’s leg. Her owner chuckled as he bent down and carefully scooped her up in his arms, resting her against his chest.

“It looks like we’ll have to visit Chenle some other day,” he sighed.

— — —

You cursed under your breath, feet picking up speed as you darted through the empty streets. You frantically tugged your hood over your head, pulling it so that it covered half of your face.

The rain was beating down hard, and you instantly regretted not accepting the lovely tea owner’s offer to stay in her shop and wait for the rain to pass. You had simply bid her farewell, darting out of the shop and bumping into a few individuals during your hasty exit.

The inn was at the other end of the square, but you could barely make out the path ahead of you—hidden behind a dense veil of fog. At this rate, you’ll end up back at the inn with more bruises and scratches than when you first came.

Choosing safety over comfort, you dashed to the nearest shop, seeking refuge underneath the awning. Sore and tired from holding your hood up, your arm fell limply at your side, and you collapsed onto the wooden door behind you. Tiny droplets of rain dripped down your fingertips and into the puddle next to your feet. The cobblestone streets were absolutely drenched, and you internally winced at the thought of what would’ve happened if you had kept running.

Most of the townspeople had already retreated into their shops—not a single person left wandering the streets. You glanced over your shoulder, eyes flitting over the sign above the door.

Novelty Novels

You recognized the name—a few of Renjun’s spellbooks and Mark’s recipe books were tagged with it. Taking a closer look inside, you spotted rows upon rows of bookshelves—lined in neat, straight lines starting from one end of the shop to the other. The shelves were completely stocked with books of all genres and sizes, leaving no room in between. The lamps in the shop were still flickering, so you softly knocked on the wooden door, hoping that someone was still inside and they would let you take refuge until the rain cleared.

You waited for a few seconds, eyes darting back and forth, checking to see if there was a person walking up to the door.

You, however, certainly weren’t expecting that person (or not person in this case) to be a small bunny, hopping along the wooden floorboards. It appeared between a row of shelves, making its way towards the entrance in a zig-zag motion. As soon as it got close enough, you bent down and tapped the glass gently, grabbing the creature’s attention.

It traveled over to where your hand made contact with the glass and nuzzled its nose against. A tender giggle bubbled from your lips as you easily became charmed by the darling little critter. In fact, you were so entranced with the bunny that you failed to notice a pair of legs standing right behind it.

A tiny shriek sounded from your throat as the door was suddenly thrust open, sending you tumbling into the puddle right behind you. You winced at the feeling of water soaking through your coat and garments.

“Oh–I am terribly sorry! A-Are you all right?” A gentle, but firm hand gripped your upper arm, pulling you up from the ground. You patted down your legs, ridding your clothing from any dirt or leaves that may have gotten stuck to them.

In front of you stood a boy, whom you assumed was the store’s shopkeep, looking at you with the most concerned gaze. His eyebrows were pulled together, and his lips were set in a small frown. He had his hands hovering over you—not quite sure what to do with them. You took notice of the bunny that was no longer on the ground, but on his shoulder instead. Its eyes were peering curiously at you, and as if it shared the same sentiment as the boy before you, the tiny creature gracefully hopped into your own shoulder.

The boy gasped as he reached out, plucking the bunny off your shoulder and holding it up in front of his face.

“Mabel, where are your manners?” the young shopkeep scolded, lips set into a deep frown. His bunny, Mabel, just scrunched her nose up and proceeded to wriggle out of his grasp, landing gracefully on the wooden floorboards.

The shopkeep focused his attention back to you, bowing slightly.

“My apologies—Mabel is a very ‘act first, think later’ type of creature. Please pay no heed to her unrestrained nature. It seems I have been quite lax with her training.”

You smiled softly at the conflicted expression on the boy’s face, reaching up to tug the strings of your coat loose. You neatly folded the fabric over your forearm, staying mindful of the dark, wet patch near the hem.

“No need to apologize,” you assured him. “I’m sure she, nor you, meant no harm.”

At the mention of what happened earlier, the shopkeeper’s ears flushed a deep red as he stiffly rubbed the back of his neck.

“Ahh yes—I truly did not mean to startle you. I just wanted to know if you would like to come in.” He gestured to the ongoing cascade of rain hitting the streets. “I doubt being out here is anything more than pleasant.”

You laughed breathlessly, running a hand through your damp hair.

“I certainly would appreciate that, thank you,” you said kindly. The shopkeeper smiled back (albeit not as enthusiastically) and motioned for you to enter.

Once the door was shut, you released a sigh of relief, grateful to be surrounded by the warmth of the shop. You took a quick peruse of the interior, enthralled by its cozy and inviting atmosphere. The ceiling was coated with intricate designs, swirling and curling over the dark wood as it traveled down to the floorboards. The twisted staircase in the back of the store was almost obscured by the rows of shelves, but you didn’t miss the array of flora weaving in and out of the bars and railings.

(If you had looked close enough, you would have noticed the way they shimmered under the glow of the lamplights.)

Directly in front of you, in the midst of all the literary clusters, was the front desk. The surface itself was clean and polished, but judging from the pile of novels and documents peeking out from behind the desk, you saw it as a product of hastiness and the desire to clean. You slyly glanced over at the young shopkeeper, a shy smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

You couldn’t fault him for that—you were the same way. The haphazard pile of paintbrushes and parchments back at the inn served as a testament to that statement.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” the shopkeeper began, wringing his hands together nervously. “But you’re taking residence at Harrownight, correct?”

Your eyes widened in surprise and tilted your head to the side. “How did you know?”

“I saw you chatting with Mark when you first came in,” he said. “When I noticed you crouching outside my shop, I recognized your face and that’s why I let you in.”

You quirked an eyebrow. “So are you saying that if you hadn’t recognized me, then you wouldn’t have let me in?”

The words sounded accusatory, but there was hardly any real bite to them. You just wanted to observe his reaction, finding yourself instantly charmed by his innocent nature. You bit back a giggle at the way his eyes widened comically at the statement. He brought his hands up, waving them back and forth in an attempt to defend his case.

“N-No, of course not! I was just trying to–”

You held your hand up, effectively cutting him off. Gentle laughs tumbled from your lips.

“It was merely a jest,” you assured. “I appreciate the hospitality. I’ve noticed it’s quite common amongst you kingdom folk.”

You thought back to your first encounter with Mark, and the way he did everything he could to ensure you were comfortable. Even Renjun, with his snarky persona, was thoughtful and considerate in his own way; you vaguely registered the light weight of the salve in your satchel.

The shopkeeper finally smiled, a genuine one. “Yes, we take pride in making sure that travelers have a pleasant stay in the capital. It can be quite burdensome for those from the countryside to adapt to a bustling city like Wisteria.”

He peered at you, big brown eyes shining with curiosity. “Speaking of, where exactly did you journey from?”

It was a question you should have expected—you were a traveler after all—but that didn’t make answering it any easier. If you were being honest, you couldn’t remember the last time you were blessed to be in the comfort of a home, your own or otherwise. After the Great War, thousands of people and creatures were left unsupported and had no choice but to leave. They became aimless wanderers traveling through the country in search of a purpose once again—you were one of them.

You didn’t have a simple answer, so you took the easy way out.

“I’m from the East.” You smiled warily. “My family and I lived on the outskirts, a few miles from Aurora.”

The shopkeeper’s face dawned in understanding, his mouth forming an ‘o’ shape. “Ahh yes, Aurora is a wonderful kingdom. Well, I hope your stay in Wisteria is more than enjoyable.”

He leaned in closer, bringing his hand up cup around his mouth, resembling the image of gossiping maidens in the corner streets.

“And please do not hesitate to come to me if Mark’s service is anything but adequate. I will make sure he hears it from me.” The young boy finishes off with a wink, making you burst into a fit of laughter.

He stuck his hand out sharply, scrunching his nose up endearingly. “I’m Jisung, pleased to make your acquaintance. And uh, well you’ve already met Mabel.”

You took his hand in yours, shaking it. “The pleasure is all mine. I’m Y/n.”

You were fairly certain this wouldn’t be the last time you stepped foot into the shop.

#nct #nct dream #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct au #nct dream scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct dream au #jisung #park jisung #jisung scenarios #jisung imagines #jisung au #all hallows eve

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fairydustedtheory · 4 years

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First Line Meme

I was tagged by @dearericbittle to post the first lines of my last ten fics and then tag others to do the same.

Apparently because I’m not being ultra productive in any other ways, I’m doing it. Also 10 fics, that’s basically all of my fics so there we go.

This is not in order of publication because there’s a verse in there and it’s probably better for it to be in chronological order. (bold is for my personal Top 3, just in case anyone wants my opinion on things)

1. Z for the zig-zag (of my heart to yours) | T | 33k

Stiles actually saw it happen. In real time, in front of his own eyes. Miracle of miracles, enough to make a non-believer believe in anything.

2. Outrun the Stars | M | 56k

Derek parked on the nearest available spot on the salted street. Snow piled up on the sides. He could see the crowded market clearly. The air crisp, people bundled up in their winter coats, their breaths visible.

3. Just A Little Boy | G | 2k

"Did you pack your snack for the road ?" Stiles asked Scott.

4. Soft Buzz | G | 2k

Could someone tell Derek again why he needed to be there? He had better things to do, like play basketball with his friends or go run through the preserve and burn some of his excess energy.

5. Like You Won’t Believe | M | 19k

It all started with a Rugaru. Fucking Rugarus out there ruining Stiles life.

6. More Than Wanderlust | M | 14k

"No, Killjoy, I am not flying." Stiles said shrugging. "I am not abandoning my mattress here in Virginia, my very good, very comfortable mattress that I paid a thousand bucks, it deserves more than being left behind. No, I am driving. All the way to NorCal. I'm setting off on the road, like Jack Kerouac, ready to go wild and free. And bringing my mattress with me. You're welcome to join me and my mattress, but if you don't want to then I'll see you at home !"

7. Unknown Components | M | 11k

"I don't know what's wrong with you, but you're moody, dude. More than usual. You're a little off these days." Scott told him one day, squinting his eyes as if trying to read between the lines of Derek's face.

8. Everything The Light Touches | G | 4k

"Good boy ! Yes, you are a good boy!" He heard Peter say from the back porch.

9. Iatrophobia | G | 5k

"This kid is not normal" The woman doctor of whom Derek hadn't bothered remembering the name, said as she let go of the screaming and kicking toddler on her exam table. "Did she have any medical problem when she was a baby ?"

10. Hello!! I can’t speak French! | T | 8k

"Putain mais c'est quoi ce gosse ?" The middle aged officer muttered under his breath as he pressed the button to unlock the gate and let a lanky kid in the building. "Hale !" He called out to the hallway.

That’s it folks, all the fics.

I don’t know who to tag so please do the thing and consider yourself tagged by me and tag me in your post so I can come check it out.

#sterek #eternalsterek #sterek fic rec #tumblr is being a pain #idk why this is not working #unashamed self promotion

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theworldofmycreations · 4 years

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This is Bailey and she was a birthday gift for my dear friend Amos Martinez, an amazing artist on Instagram!

(https://www.instagram.com/amos.martinez.105/)

On the top is my design for her and since he loved it so much, he decided to take her in as one of his new OCs, which you can see on the bottom!

Bailey is the daughter of two of Amos’s OCs, Makenna and Jett.

Her full name is Bailey Dorothy Henderson and as you can tell, she’s inherited her mothers genes and loves to do art. Her middle name Dorothy, comes from Makenna’s mother Dorothy.

Age: 8

DOB: 12/14/2012

Hair Color: Blonde (like Jett’s)

Eye Color: Black (like Jett’s)

Clothing

Regular Wear: A light pink t-shirt with a paint palette on it, a blue and white striped skirt, turquoise sandals, her hair in a ponytail supported with a green hair tie, and a red barrette hat on her head.

Bedtime Wear: Her sleep attire consists of a white T-shirt, white socks with blue dots, and rainbow striped pants. She also has her hair down.

Winter Wear: A light blue coat, dark purple pants, white and paint splat pattern gloves, brown boots, and white earmuffs.

Fall Wear: A light blue coat, dark purple pants, white and paint splat pattern gloves, brown boots, and pink and white zig-zag scarf. Sometimes, she wears a colorful wool sweater her grandmother made her, black pants, and brown shoes.

Swim Wear: Her swimwear consists of the same purple one-piece suit that Makenna had as a little girl.

School Wear: A light blue shirt with puffy sleeves and white collar, a blue pleated skirt, white knee-high socks and black Mary Jane shoes. Around her neck is a Bob Ross Happy Accidents ID lanyard with her school ID card inside and a paint pallet charm on the side (https://www.amazon.com/Lanyard-Happy-Accidents-Painting-Holder/dp/B07GH7V3LQ). She also carries a colorful backpack (https://www.pbteen.com/products/gear-up-paint-palette-backpack/) and a Bob Ross lunchbox (https://www.walmart.com/ip/Bob-Ross-Happy-Little-Trees-7-75-x-6-75-x-4-Collectible-Tin-Lunch-Box/164149466).

Beach Attire: The purple one-piece swim suit Makenna had as a little girl, her turquoise sandals, the beach hat that Makenna had as a little girl, and a blue beach towel with pink starfishes on it.

Halloween Wear: She dresses up as Evie (the daughter of the Evil Queen from Snow White) from the Disney Descendants movies while carrying a pumpkin bucket. (https://www.ebay.com/itm/Disney-Descendants-2-Evie-Costume-AND-Wig-Authentic-Girls-Sizes-7-8-9-10-11-12-/263904926082)

Christmas Wear: She wears a red and green plaid Bonnie Jean Christmas dress with a black cardigan (https://www.amazon.com/Bonnie-Jean-Christmas-Dress-Cardigan/dp/B07ZCFFNTR), long white socks, and black boots.

Formal Wear: She wears a tie dye ruffle off shoulder dress (https://www.childrensplace.com/us/p/Girls-Short-Sleeve-Tie-Dye-Print-Knit-Ruffle-Off-Shoulder-Dress-3011344-1128) and her turquoise sandals.

Robe and Slippers: Her bed robe consists of a cream colored bed robe with dark pink roses on it with the stems(https://www.walmart.com/ip/Women-s-Rose-Print-Long-Robe-Floral-Shawl-Collar-Bathrobe-with-Patch-Pockets) and her slippers are fuzzy, and pastel colored, and look like sandals (https://www.jcpenney.com/p/arizona-girls-slip-on-slippers/ppr5007922998?pTmplType=regular&rrplacementtype=pdp3_jrecs&criteriaName=You%20may%20also%20like).

Rain Gear: Her rain gear consists of a rainbow striped raincoat (https://www.amazon.com/YNIQ-Girls-Colorful-Rainbow-Raincoats/dp/B07ZQC5VF8), black, pink, and paint splat rain boots (https://www.shopgoodwill.com/Item/86059296), and a watermelon umbrella (https://www.amazon.com/Hipsterkid-Child-Size-Umbrella-Watermelon/dp/B079ZCHFVH).

Jacket: A black and gray varsity jacket with colorful stars on it (https://www.alibaba.com/product-detail/Kids-Star-Varsity-Jackets-Wholesale-Varsity_50015680613.html).

Smock: When shes painting or doing ceramics, she always wears a blue smock with dolphins on it.

Apron: When helping either Makenna or Jett in the kitchen, she always wears her gray apron with colorful flowers and roosters on it (https://www.etsy.com/listing/696656229/handmade-polish-apron-folk-print-apron?show_sold_out_detail=1).

Riding her Bike: When riding her bike (This is her bike: https://www.walmart.com/ip/LittleMissMatched-20-Sweet-Style-Girl-s-Bike-Multi-Color/657542031), she wears a kaleidoscope patterned bike helmet (https://nutcasehelmets.com/products/kaleidoscope?variant=5147899691045) with ombre colored elbow pads and knee pads (https://fritzysrollerskateshop.com/products/triple8-saver-series-3-pack-junior?variant=33339588280364¤cy=USD&utm_medium=product_sync&utm_source=google&utm_content=sag_organic&utm_campaign=sag_organic&utm_campaign=gs-2020-03-27&utm_source=google&utm_medium=smart_campaign).

Life Jacket: Her life jacket is a blue and green life jacket (https://www.aliexpress.com/item/32908664821.html).

Easter Dress: Her Easter dress is a pink flowery dress (https://www.amazon.com/Youngland-Little-Easter-Floral-Spring/dp/B07Q7VVZ3P) with white socks and cream colored ballet style shoes. She also carries a beautiful woven Easter basket her grandfather gave to her.

St.Patrick’s Day Outfit: She wear her regular skirt, sandals, and barrette hat but she wears a green thermal long sleeve tunic instead of her regular shirt (https://www.citythreads.com/girls-clothing/basic-tops/long-sleeve-tops/girls-thermal-long-sleeve-tunic).

Birthday Attire: Her birthday attire consists of her regular attire but with a Disney Descendants birthday button pinned to the right of her shirt (https://www.etsy.com/listing/784433857/disney-descendants-style-birthday-button?ga_search_query=descendants&ref=shop_items_search_1).

#oc #girl #fanart #present #bailey

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quicksilversquared · 5 years

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Zippers and Zigzags

Marinette enjoys her fashion design classes, at least most of the time. Sometimes, though, one of her assignments ends up posing a bit of a problem for her and she ends up stuck, trying to find inspiration from- well, from anything.

Thankfully, she has a certain cat to make sure that she doesn't work herself too hard...and to provide a not-so-occasional source of inspiration.

links in the reblog

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Marinette groaned and banged her head against the desk as she tried and failed to come up with any designs to fit the prompt that her professor had given them. She hadn't ever really thought to make hardware the center of a design- she preferred to make the fabric pattern or the techniques shine- and now that hardware was meant to be the star...

Well, she was coming up short. But she was the wielder of Creation, so surely she had to come up to something eventually.

"What hardware do you have?" Tikki asked, flying forward to look over Marinette's shoulder. "If you put out a couple pieces of each, maybe it'll inspire you!"

"I don't want to go out and buy something, though!" Marinette protested. "I have some things, of course- zippers and buttons and snaps and a couple of those studs left over from the coat that I made for Jagged Stone. But those are all little accessories, not centerpieces."

Tikki perched on Marinette's shoulder. "But that's the point of this assignment, right? To make little accessories into the focal piece?"

Marinette groaned some more.

Thirty minutes later found Marinette sitting in the middle of her floor, bits and bobbles sitting around her. All of the hardware that she owned had been found and pulled out, and now she was staring at the pieces with an increasingly frustrated expression on her face. She had been a little inspired by some of the things, but none of the things that she had sketched up had any of the hardware as any sort of focal point, just as smaller accents.

That was how Adrien found her, sprawled out and groaning into her hands.

"She's stuck on an assignment for class," Tikki told Adrien as he warily entered the room and circled around his (somewhat unresponsive) girlfriend. "I think it's a cool opportunity, and having all of this stuff out has given her ideas for designs, but none of them fit the prompt."

"Ooh, that's rough," Adrien said sympathetically. "Can I ask what kind of design it's supposed to be? Streetwear, avant-garde, runway, anything you feel like?"

"Thankfully, it's whatever we want," Marinette told her hands. "I would die if there were any other constraints to this. Not that there are many constraints yet, just that it's a hard one. Hardware has to be the focal point."

"Are your friends from class having the same problem?" Adrien asked. "Can you brainstorm together?"

Marinette made a face. "I'd hate to do that, because then who knows if I'll get as much out of the assignment? I might inadvertently use them as inspiration instead of the prompt. Though I do know that Esme is focusing on having a zillion belts on her design. It's... well, I feel like that's been done before."

Adrien nodded. "That it has. Even- even Father did it, though that was entirely when he did an avant-garde line to try to get Gabriel to branch out."

That got Marinette to glance over, her expression turning concerned. Even after two years, Adrien's parents were still a bit of a sore point for him. Adrien flashed a smile at her, to reassure her that he wasn't going to be upset. She smiled back, then turned back to contemplating all of the odds and ends on the floor.

She didn't move at all in the next twenty minutes. Adrien moved onto the lounger, pulling out his Bio homework to work on. Every so often, he would send a concerned look at his girlfriend.

"If you're stuck, maybe you should step away from it for a bit," Adrien finally suggested. "You're just going to dig yourself into a hole if you keep working on this. Go get a snack, go on a walk, work on something else and just forget about the assignment for at least half an hour. At least."

Marinette startled, her eyes snapping back into focus. Apparently she had zoned out a bit. "I- but I have to start this soon! I need to come up with a design, I need to go shopping, I- I-"

"You don't design well when you've been trying too hard for too long," Adrien finished firmly. "And I'm going to up your step-away time to at least two hours. Seriously. Shoo."

After several more minutes of waffling about- she needed to get started at least a little bit soon, so that she could get an idea of what sort of timeline she needed to be looking at- Adrien finally won their debate and Marinette found herself wandering downstairs, with her kwami but without her sketchpad. Adrien hadn't trusted her to not relocate and just keep on trying to come up with a design.

"He's probably right about a break helping," Tikki said as Marinette wandered into the kitchen to make herself a snack. "You've been working so hard lately! You had a whole slew of projects to finish up, and then a couple exams, and then that publicity thing as Ladybug, and then you helped your parents with several large order, and you had birthday presents to make for- what was it, three people? Four? And you applied to three different internships, too. You've been overworked lately."

"That's just how design school is," Marinette insisted. "I knew that second semester would be worse that the first, that wasn't a surprise. And it's just going to keep stepping up from here. I need to plan better, that's all."

Tikki looked dubious. "I think you planned very well. You've been trying to fit in more credits than the average person. I think taking the normal load might help."

"But school has so many good classes! They all have such valuable things to teach me, and I want to take as many as I can." Marinette finished making herself a sandwich and then headed for the door, Tikki floating along behind her. "There's techniques classes, and costume-making, and designing for menswear and women's clothing, and embroidery class, and-"

"Are any available over the summer?" Tikki asked. "So your school year load isn't so heavy?"

Marinette just shrugged. Really, it wasn't a matter of her being overly busy. She had a good handle on her coursework. It was just that this particular class's current assignment was proving difficult. It wasn't a required class, which was probably why Tikki thought that the slightly heavier course load was too much, but it did force Marinette to think outside of her normal design box, and that was a good thing.

Well. Most of the time, at least.

Marinette headed out the door with a wave to her parents and a heads-up that Adrien was over and probably would be staying for dinner. Then she was wandering, watching other people passing by and taking a mental note of some of the styles that she was seeing. She had to force herself to stop doing that after a couple minutes, remembering that Adrien had sent her out to take a break from fashion for once. So she focused on other things, the feel of the breeze in her hair, the chatter on the sidewalks, the birds singing in the trees and the cars rushing by.

It was nice.

She wandered along the Seine, watching the boats moving past. Some kids played in a park along the riverbanks, kicking a ball back and forth, and Marinette stopped to watch. It felt nice to not be rushing around for once.

Three hours and some-odd minutes later, Marinette got back to the bakery with a new plan in mind. She would sleep on the whole hardware design thing, and in the meantime knock a few assignments for her other classes out of the way. She would set aside a couple hours this evening to hang out with Adrien before he had to go home (even with as relaxed of a guardian as Adrien's bodyguard was, he did still ask that Adrien not stay the night with his girlfriend, at least not yet), and then she would actually go to bed on time. Then she would take another stab at the design tomorrow, or at least do some searching on the internet to find some inspiration.

That was the plan, at least, until she got up to her room and found that her boyfriend, apparently bored after being left alone for several hours, had flopped down on the floor and was amusing himself by making patterns with all of her assorted hardware bits, swirls and zig-zags and smiley faces covering the floor.

And inspiration hit.

Colors and textures and shapes came together into one as Marinette shot across her room for her sketchbook, ignoring Adrien's yelp as he rolled out of her path, too used to her sudden bursts of inspiration to get in her way. She could feel him come up behind her as she half-sat, half-fell into her chair, pencil already out and heading for a blank sheet of paper. A fun summer dress made its way onto the paper, arrows pointing to half-drawn shapes on paper and circles around other lines. Five minutes later, Marinette sat back, holding her sketchbook out in front of her to survey her newest design.

Yes, that should work. And it would work well.

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Marinette couldn't help but smile as she got her mannequin set up next to her workstation. While it had been a little difficult at times to bring her vision to life- finding a fabric that would hold up to the hardware instead of being pulled down was difficult, especially since she was trying to make a summer dress, and it ended up being a combination of slightly heavier fabric and Adrien's find of lighter-weight hardware for her to use that worked best.

She would have been lost without his help, honestly.

Around the classroom, people were unpacking their finished projects. Marinette couldn't help but notice that there were a lot of people who had gone for leather pieces, metal shining against the dark material. There were pieces with cross-crossing belts as the focal point, and she couldn't help but be glad that she had decided from the start not to go down that route. One person had knit fine chain into a draped jacket, which looked cool but no doubt weighed a ton. Another one of Marinette's friends had knitted a tank top, threading long metal beads onto the yarn so that the result was a dangling metal fringe. There were studded tops and jackets, one jacket with a very prominent, very gorgeous diagonal zipper running from one shoulder to the opposite hip.

And then there was Marinette's knee-length cream-colored dress, bronze zig-zags breaking up the fabric. Some of the zig-zags were zippers, both wide- and fine-toothed. Some were studs. One of the rows of zig-zags was tightly packed eyelets of different sizes. The zig-zags started wide at the bottom of the skirt and got narrower as they went up They weren't all the exact same shade of bronze, but that just added to the charm.

It was fun, it was a little funky, and it was different.

"Oh, that's gorgeous, Marinette!" Esme exclaimed, appearing behind Marinette. She started circling Marinette's design as Marinette slid it onto the mannequin, zipping up the- paradoxically- hidden zipper running up the back. "It's so different than what everyone else has done! Leather and hardware is such a natural combination, but you've made it different."

Marinette couldn't help but smile. "Thanks! I'm really happy with how it turned out."

"I wish I had thought of something like that instead," Esme admitted, turning to gesture to her own piece. The criss-cross belts came together in a large, decorative buckle. It was eye-catching, but Marinette was sure that she had seen something similar before. "This was all I could come up with. And it's nice enough, but... a solid third of the class has done a variation on belts."

"I was coming up blank until Adrien started playing with my odds and ends bin," Marinette admitted. "He had made some patterns on the floor with stuff, just because he was bored, and it- it just clicked. Making a relatively straightforward dress that uses the hardware as the pattern? I figured that it would be fun."

"It is fun! That's a dress you could totally wear out on a date." Esme grinned at Marinette. "Which you were already planning to do, weren't you?"

Marinette's smile turned a little shy as she ducked her head. "Well, since Adrien was the one who inspired me, it would only make sense, right?"

Esme laughed. "I don't think that the two of you necessarily need an excuse to go out on a date, from what I've seen. You're too cute together."

"We make a good team," Marinette acknowledged, trying not to laugh as she said it. A lot of people told her and Adrien that, and they didn't even know half of how very true that was. Adrien was her boyfriend, her superhero partner, her best friend, the (occasional) keeper of her sanity, her fashion design sounding board, and a fairly constant source of inspiration. No matter what they tackled, she knew that they would always be able to do it together. After all, even if they were retired superheroes, there was a reason why they had been picked to be with each other.

"I'm really lucky to have him."

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littlefallenseraph · 5 years

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Just Desserts

This one was requested (a longer time ago than I’d like to admit) by the lovely @we-stan-julian-devorak -- here it is, darling, I hope you enjoy it!

Rating: Explicit/Lemon Pairing: Whyatte/Julian Summary: Whyatte wears a modest outfit to torture Julian (don’t worry--he gets his reward later)

Whyatte was wearing what was undoubtedly the most modest thing she’d ever worn. Her high-collared jacket clung to her neck all the way to her jaw and was buttoned down to her hips. Her sleeves ended at her wrists, but long gloves concealed what those didn’t. Her pants were tight and tucked into a pair of knee-high boots. The only skin visible was that of her face and even that was partially hidden by a large, wide-brimmed hat.

Julian trailed behind her carrying a basket full of fruit, meat, and other ingredients for the dinner he was making. “Aren’t you a bit hot, darling,” he asked with a teasing lilt, catching up and linking his fingers through hers. “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable if you took that coat off?”

A smile momentarily touched her lips as she turned to him, “Oh no I can’t do that.” She reached up and put a gloved hand on his cheek. “We can’t have me ruining dessert.”

His usual grin melted away and left only a deep, crimson blush on his cheeks. He had to consciously conceal his, now very visible, excitement as he gripped the basket tighter.

With a giggle Whyatte resumed her walk, making her way back to the shop.

Lemons Below The Cut!

She had tormented him all the way through dinner, removing her hat but leaving the rest of her ensemble tightly fastened. Normally this wouldn’t have been an issue, but she had brought it to his attention and now all he could think about was seeing what was underneath and it was driving him crazy.

She loved seeing him like this. He barely managed to finish cooking before trying to tackle her, but she pushed him away. “Oh no, we have to eat first.” She wagged her finger at him and winked, then snuck around him to set the table and leaving him with his jaw agape.

Once the food was on the table, he ate faster than she had ever seen. “Ilya, don’t you want to enjoy your meal?” she slowly took another bite.

“I don’t know if I can,” his foot made contact with her leg and slid up suggestively. Shaking her head, she kicked it away. “Now, now. You have to wait until I’m finished, don’t you?”

Now he was frustrated. He withdrew and crossed his arms, watching her agonizingly slow pace from across the table.

Her eyes were on him, but she put her fork down and unbuttoned the top few buttons on her coat. It was just enough for the black lace she had on underneath to peek out at him.

She raised an eyebrow at him, daring him to move from his chair. He knew better, instead just biting down hard on his fist as he waited less-than-patiently.

Delighted, she tested him again, this time allowing one shoulder of the coat to slide off and reveal more of the lingerie. He stared hungrily at her, biting his lip to conceal the string of pleas he didn’t want her to hear. Not yet.

With every bite she took, Julian looked more and more desperate. He stared at her, eyes half-lidded, from across the table, the heel of his hand pressing between his legs.

He was trying his best to be good. Even so, every so often when Whyatte would take a bite particularly slowly, allowing her tongue to graze the morsel, a pathetic whimper would sound from her partner.

When she had finally taken her last bite, she took her time gathering the dishes and taking them to the kitchen. Julian was hot on her heels as if she’d tied an invisible string around him. As she set the plates on the counter, his arms wound around her waist to find the buttons on her coat and undid a few of them. His lips found her neck and he trailed kisses down to her collarbone. His teeth found the collar of the lacy lingerie and pulled at it, frustrated that it was in the way.

“Mmmm,” he purred into her skin, “Why are you still wearing anything at all?”

She slid out from under his grasp and kept him at arm's length. “Ilya, what did I say about enjoying your meal?”

He stared her up and down, hunger evident in his eyes. “Whyatte, love—” he begged, breaking her grip to find his way to her lips and murmuring between kisses, “What I would enjoy more than anything is to rip this thing off and have my way with you.” He could feel his lover’s raised brow before he even opened his eyes. “But…” he continued, “I imagine this is too lovely a garment for me to treat it so harshly.”

Whyatte nodded curtly.

“Then pray tell, dearest—” he pulled back and licked his lips suggestively. “What exactly is your plan?”

Without a word, she turned from him and lead him to their room where she snapped her fingers, causing several crystals around the bed to glow dimly with a warm light. Julian followed her in, awaiting her instructions. Now that they had finally made it this far, he wasn’t going to ruin it being over-eager. “Lie down.” She ordered, adjusting the glowing crystals so there was only the faintest whisper of light. Just enough for him to see her unbuttoning the remainder of the coat and letting it fall to the floor.

He was glad that he was already laying down. Had he not been, the moment he saw her in an outfit that could only be described as positively sinful he would have fallen down flat. She walked over to him, placing a devastatingly high heel on his chest and pressed him into the soft duvet. From there he had a clear view of her attire: A black lace halter adorned her neck, reaching all the way up to her chin and down to her chest where a well-placed opening allowed for just enough of her cleavage to peek out.

A fishnet material continued down her stomach, zig-zagging over her abdominals and stopping just shy of her groin, where the darker floral lace took its place. The legs again offered a divine vision of her upper thighs until they connected to the beautiful sheer hose that clung all the way to her ankles.

“Ilya?” a voice pulled him out of his appreciation. He looked up to see Whyatte unzipping the collar of her ensemble and lifting her foot off his chest. “Strip.”

He couldn’t have moved fast enough. He struggled to rid himself of his shirt and trousers while she watched, a faint grin hinting at her lips. How she loved him like this. Desperate for her. Obedient. So consumed by lust for her that he would do anything.

He scrambled back to the bed and sat on his knees in front of her. He pressed his face to her stomach and inhaled, nipping at the fabric still separating him from the thing he most wanted.

Her hands wound through his hair and pulled his head back. She swung her leg around his shoulder, hooking it and using it as leverage to pull him closer.

She didn’t have to tell him what to do. He lunged forward, grabbing the back of her thigh with one hand and cupping her ass in the other. He was delighted to find that, though his lover’s choice of wardrobe was most certainly chosen to torture him, it was crotchless. His lips immediately connected with her sex, lapping, sucking, relishing the pleasure he knew he was giving her.

Her grip on his hair tightened and her legs tensed as he feasted, putting her a little off balance. She faltered and he caught her effortlessly, swinging her around him and under him on the bed. It was barely a second before he found his way back to her, sliding down and letting his tongue enter her while his teeth gently grazed her clit. She was out of breath and lost for words sooner than she expected, but she managed to stop him.

“What is it, my love?” he asked. “Is everything all right?”

“Are you touching yourself?” she asked.

Astounded, he shook his head. Usually, she forbade that sort of thing in favor of doing it herself later. “Should I be?”

She nodded desperately. “But you can’t cum until I s—” she clarified just before he resumed his ministrations, causing the sentence to break off in a less-than-characteristic moan.

He nodded and moaned as his hand connected with himself, stopping for just a split second to adjust. Even that moment was too long and Whyatte grabbed his hair to thrust him back into place before looking down at him. His eyes were rolling back as he devoured her, and the sounds he was making were sending delightful vibrations right through her. Her head fell back on the bed, her hands grasping the sheets and gasped his name. He hit a particularly pleasurable spot and before she knew it her nails were digging ruts into his shoulder, which elicited another delectable moan.

As she neared her climax she found herself huffing out his name over and over, wrapping her legs around his shoulders and grinding into his mouth. To her surprise, he stopped, barely breathing out “Darling, please…” between his own huffing. His grip on her thigh tightened. “Please, I need you.”

She looked down at him, ready to ask him who told him he could stop, but the look on his face was too much. His eyes were glistening and his lips were plump. Though she’d never admit it to him in the moment, he was so sexy that she could have finished just by looking at him. She reluctantly used her heel to push him off of her and onto his back. “Ilya,” she said as she crawled over to him and positioned herself in his lap.

She leaned over him, allowing her teeth to graze down his earlobe to his neck, leaving small bite marks as she went. With every nibble she felt him twitch, his hands clutching desperately at her hips. She grabbed them and pulled them up above his head, holding his wrists in one hand as her other hand made it down to his groin.

She gave it one stroke teasingly before her hand moved to herself, rubbing circles and allowing a small whimper to carry itself to Julian’s ear. His eyes went wide and he watched as she pleasured herself on top of him. She sat up to give him a full view, eyes lidded with a silent command to be still and whispering “If you won’t finish the job I suppose I’ll have to.”

He watched in agony as she sat in his lap, giving little thrusts into her hand and whining, letting her head fall back. Under her, he twitched with anticipation. He didn’t move (he knew he’d be punished if he did) but small desperate noises escaped his lips. Even just watching her like this, touching herself for him, made him ravenous. He bit his lip, controlling the urge to shift just a little and take her right there.

“Whyatte, love…” he choked out behind gasps, “Please…”

A sultry giggle later and she had abandoned her ministrations, leaning over him once more and taking the skin of his neck in her teeth. “Do you want me, darling?” she asked before lapping at the now-raised skin.

Her only response was the hungry groan that tumbled from his lips before his hands flew up to claw at her back and the lace that separated the two of them. His knees came up off the bed and he curled into her, begging. “Yes,” he growled, catching some of the lace in his fingers and teeth and pulling at it.

“Then by all means,” she sat up again and unbuttoned the bodice, letting it fall off her shoulders. She whispered so quietly he almost didn’t hear her but there was no mistaking the order she gave him: “Take me”.

In a split second, he sat up and pushed her down to the bed so that he was laying over her. Her legs wrapped around him and he wasted no time pulling her hips up to meet him. He had no trouble slipping inside her and as he did they both gasped. He felt so good she could barely breathe, which is when she remembered that she hadn’t just been working him up all day. The relief was instant and she lay dazed for a moment before she realized he was moving.

His thrusts were hectic and uneven and punctuated by soft moans; his lips moved from her jaw to her neck to her collarbone, leaving little marks as they went.

“Gods, love—” he shuddered as her legs wound tighter around him and pulled him closer. “You f-feel so go—aah!”

Her arms wrapped around his neck and nails dug into his back, sending sparks of pain and pleasure through his bloodstream.

“Darling, I d-don’t know how long—” he couldn’t finish his sentence. His mouth fell open and Whyatte grabbed either side of his face, pulling him into a ravenous kiss.

“Not until I say,” she reminded him, a deep-throated moan preventing her from giving any further orders.

Hot, feral instincts took over both of them and she knew there wouldn’t be much more conversation, which suited her just fine. It allowed her to pay more attention to the erratic and delicious way he was filling her. Over and over she was left empty only to feel red-hot pleasure as he entered her again. She could feel him holding as tightly to her as he could in an effort to keep his mounting orgasm at bay.

She wasn’t as close as he was, she was sure so she forcefully pushed him over and rolled him onto his back before he had any time to protest. Positioning herself over him once again she slowly lowered herself onto his length as his arm flew over his face to hide his squinting eyes and gaping, gasping mouth. He attempted to continue but she stopped him. “Don’t move.” She ordered.

He obeyed, arm still covering his face. She wound her hips in slow, methodical circles, hitting every spot she needed to while torturing her lover. Taking either side of his face in her hands she dove into his shoulder and bit so hard she thought she had drawn blood. She tried to pull back but Julian’s other hand pressed onto the back of her head, keeping her right where she was.

Her mouth sealed over the bite mark and sucked, pulling up a bruise so harsh it was sure to last days. “F-fuck yes, love don—ah—don’t stop!” He was trying his best to stay still but his hips still gave little jerks upward.

“Are you close, love?” she whispered in his ear.

He nodded desperately and buried his face in her neck, moaning into it.

She sat up and pressed his chest into the mattress “Then, please, darling,” she coaxed, raising an eyebrow. “Cum.”

His breath hitched and it only took a few of her slow thrusts before he was coming undone.

She leaned down again and kissed his ear, still moving, “Well done—now it’s my turn.” Grabbing his hair, she pushed their foreheads together and continued to grind over him, feeling him twitching inside her.

He tensed underneath her, toes curing, face scrunching, mouth hanging open emitting sounds of both pleasure and pain. She always loved this expression, when his over-stimulation clashed with his continuing pleasure that he lost all sense of himself and he was at her mercy.

He clutched desperately at her and pushed into her again and again, dismissing every signal in his body telling him to stop.

Her pull on his hair grew tighter and he knew she was close. He pulled her waist in closer and rolled on top of her. “O-oh my god Ilya, yes!” she cried and a few thrusts later stars exploded into her vision and she was left moaning and twitching underneath him as she rode out her orgasm.

As he pulled out and rolled to her side, she rolled to meet him, pulling his face into her chest. He nuzzled into it, still breathing heavily as he trailed soft kisses in between her breasts before settling onto her and letting out a deep, gratified sigh.

“I think that was the best dessert I’ve ever had,” he laughed and lifted his head just to wink at her before nestling back in.

His head rose and fell with her laugh as she said, “Maybe I’ll have to make it for you more often.”

Her fingers ran softly through his hair, combing it out as they both drifted off to deep sleep.

Thanks for reading!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18563365

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kinfriday · 5 years

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Wandering Hops: Epicenters and Fears

Fear makes things bigger in your mind than they are. This is especially true in my case taking that I have an anxiety condition.

For me, there is very little chill, and every issue, even a perceived issue can become a massive crisis in my head in an instant. This is one of the reasons I hike. Conquering miles and rough terrain, helps turn down the volume on all the static surging around and empowers me in my day to day.

At least, that’s how it normally goes…

Loowit Falls, at first, absolutely terrified me. As said in previous blogs, research is the key to a good hike. Before I set out on a trail, I check reports, check what the forest service (State or National depending) has to say. I read reviews on All Trails… and consult guidebooks if I have them.

Knowledge can make the difference between a great hike, and an utter disaster, so it helps to do your homework beforehand.

Cliches seem to be multiplying today, so let’s move on, shall we?

Selecting this hike, I knew it to be a challenge. It’s rated as hard, clocks in at a whopping 14 miles, and is a there-and-back-again hike. Any time spent going downhill in the beginning, means uphill at the end, and vice versa. As you can see from the altitude graph, this was going to make the end especially tough, but as I was reading, it wasn’t the physical challenge stressing me out, but the trail reports warning me of ledges with severe drops, gravelly sandy trails, and grueling up-hills that did.

Still, I’d been feeling strong the last month, making miles, and conquering hikes. Long hikes are my thing (more to come on that later) so a 14 miler seemed a logical next step.

With my chest tingling with excitement and a touch of fear, I told my team… “I’m gonna do it.” Or as Maya would say… YEET.

So now it was time for the research to really begin. I began looking at the topo maps, and followed the trail on google earth. I made my plans, talked to my husband, and began to get the logistics worked out.

Saturday, 0430, I was up and getting ready for my biggest hike to date, and all the while I was doing final gear checks, looking at maps, all that fun stuff, my nervousness beginning to build.

Then the husband woke up, around 630 as he often does before a hike, just to spend some time with me and said, in fearful tones.

“Bun, I’m worried about this one.”

I just smiled and said. “Me too, but I have fallbacks in place, and if it’s something I don’t think I can do, I’ll turn around and reassess.”

Then, he rose, hugged me, and began pricing life insurance policies.

I shit you not… this happened. I’m about to leave on a massive, monster hike, INreach SOS beacon charged, maps printed out, checklist double checked, and I’m looking forward to a nice encouraging talk with my husband, and he leaves to check on life insurance policies.

It’s moments like this that keep a marriage together, I tell you.

Full of confidence, I set out on highway 504 towards Mt. St Helens, the Spirit Lake Highway, only to run into a very unusual type of traffic in Toutle Washington.

Come to find out, there was a bike rally scheduled for the day of my hike, and there were hundreds of them on the side of the road, making their way to Johnston Ridge, the very same place I was going.

Now, I can almost hear you reading this, and shrugging, no big deal right? Well for most people that would be true, but for me, well… driving is something that makes me feel anxious, my mind likes to mess with me, and so for many years I didn’t. It’s only been recently after a lot of work and dedication that I’ve felt safe getting back behind the wheel again and now I had to deal with bikers everywhere, some of whom were so bold as to occupy the car lane, and refuse to yield.

On top of this, the weather turned foggy as I entered what is colloquially known as Big Foot Country, so as the long and windy road took me towards the parking lot, I was feeling more, and more stressed.

The day was beginning to feel cursed, my confidence was getting shakier by the moment, and I hadn’t even set out upon the trail yet.

Finally arriving at Johnston Ridge, the trail head, almost 4000 feet in elevation, the fog was even thicker. I couldn’t see more than 10 feet in front of me at any given time. Still, that was enough to sight the trail, and there were others there, getting ready for their own adventures. It was a motley mix of hikers, tourists and those waiting for the bikers to arrive as they picked their way up the road, but hey, at least there were porta-potties.

After taking a few centering breaths, and strapping on my gear, I set off, hiking towards Boundary Trail, which would eventually take me to Loowit Falls.

This entire section of Mt. St Helens is filled with history, making this trail an even bigger draw for me than others. Boundary Trail #1, was founded way back in the first decade of the US Forest Service. In 1911, Park Rangers rode horses from ridge to ridge, patrolling what was then the border of two national parks, Ranier and Columbia.

Loowit Falls on the other hand, is of the newer type of history. After months of erupting back in 1980, one morning a 5.1 earthquake struck the already battered region, and an entire wall of Mt. St. Helen’s crater collapsed, and turned into a hellacious landslide, ultimately opping a peak before crashing into the valley below, inundating Spirit Lake.

Loowit Falls was one of the many new features that arose out of the cataclysm shaping the region, up on the mountain itself, directly in the path of the former landslide.

First though, I had to get there, and the hike starts off easily enough. There’s an observation loop that lets out to the Boundary Trail, that’s made more for tourists than hikers, so the first little bit is paved. Soon though, it gives way to gravelly dirt before angling down zig zagging and switchbacking, but I’ve seen all that before. Been there done that.

And there’s another cliche…

After about a mile and a half in, still wondering if I should really attempt to go for the falls, socked in by fog I came across a sign showing the trails in the area along with this picture…

Nervously, I set out from there, heading towards my decision point. I could have gone left, or right. Left had an easier hike, that went up to a peak, ending at around 10 miles covered, with less elevation gain, but to my right, shrouded in fog and mystery, was the hike I came to conquer.

This was the real moment of truth. All I had was my research that said it could be challenging. Some reported the height could be intimidating, others said it was merely tough.

What should I do?

Taking a (figurative) leap of faith, I decided to for it, comforting myself with the idea that it was ok to turn back if things got to intense, and began to descend down the trail, and the mountain, making decent time. The pillowy shroud of fog continued to lay across the trail granting me no wider vista than 5 or 10 feet, but the path was wide, and while I did get closer to edges I still had plenty of room.

Eventually things leveled out and I could tell I was in a valley as the fog slowly began to lift, and I’m thinking is that it? Really?

From my perspective there had been nothing to be truly afraid of. The descent wasn’t especially challenging and I had felt safe the entire time. Unlike the husband searching for life insurance, this buoyed my confidence, even though I had eleven miles still to go. With a bounce (hop?) in my step I set out, the fog continuing to lift, revealing more of the stark landscape around me. Black and red lava rocks dotted landscapes that were in some places sandy, other places akin to moonscape, sparkling with volcanic glass and in others, covered with thick shrub like trees, or coated in wildflowers of amazing colors. Chipmunks ran to and fro, eating flowers and wondering if I was going to feed them, while birds flew overhead.

Then it happened. Suddenly the clouds broke and there was a literal mountain in front of me, emerging out of the fog like some giant from the dusty tomes of mythologies. Mt. St. Helens lay before me in all its majestic glory, and off in the distance, a light glinted off a fast moving waterfall surrounded by volcanic sand.

That was my half way point, where I would turn around and come back, Loowit Falls.

I stood there for a moment and took it all in. The vista before me left me awestruck by the power of nature. Then, taking a deep breath, I dug in my trekking poles and began to hike.

And hike….

Then hike some more…

As I went traffic fell away to a few familiar faces, I’d pass them, then they’d pass me as we took alternating breaks, until finally around 2pm, I rounded a switchback, and heard for the first time the roar of a waterfall.

There it was, right in front of me, the moment I had been waiting for. Loowit Falls, in all its splendor, flowed relentless down the mountain as the wind howled off the glaciers above, chilling the air to what felt like the mid to upper 40’s.

Buttoning down my outer layer, I made my way to a flat spot, laid my pack out and had lunch, reveling in my victory only for my open pack to flop over and spill out on the ground, voiding its contents. I went from resting to scrambling as I dove for my glasses and meds, hoping they wouldn’t fall off the edge.

In some ways, it reminded me of the day so far, there was a sensation of “emotional breathing” to the experience, stress followed by periods of ease, akin to the contraction and relaxation of breathing. Up and down, in and out, oh shit to okay…

And this was the halfway point, soon I’d have to go back the way I came, picking my way back up the mountain I had descended to get back to the trailhead. The only difference being, was that now I knew the trail, I knew what to expect, so I hoisted my pack, tightened down my straps, took some water, and got back on the trail.

My speed increased, as the air warmed and I left the slopes of St. Helens, making good time across the dramatically stark volcanic plains. Gradually, I began to feel more accomplished than I had in a while and, by the time I had hit ten miles I was riding high. With four miles left to go I charged forward, eager for the challenge.

Then I started to climb. All of the descent from the morning, had to be repeated, this time going up. This is where it got grueling, as if the trail was attempting to punish me for every step I made down upon it just a few hours before, but there was nothing else to do but push through it, keep pace, and enjoy the view as I ascended, granting me new perspective now that the fog was gone.

There were places where it was quite steep, and the drops quite far, the morning’s fog had hid all that from me, but there was room, there was space, it was something to respect, but it wasn’t anything to fear.

All of that worry, all of that concern, and if I had let it stop me, I wouldn’t have been there.

Humbled by that revelation, sore from the elevation I was having to make, and humbled by a day full of experiences, I pushed myself up the trail. Soon there was the last arcing climb, until I set my feet on the pavement of the observation trail yet again, and just beyond was the parking lot.

Setting my gear in the well of the passenger seat, I popped an electrolyte tab into my water and watched it fizz as I nibbled a Clif bar, feeling like the master of my own little universe, resting from the exertion of the day. Once I had some time to recharge, I put the key in the ignition, put the car into drive, and had a major anxiety attack.

The problem with anxiety attacks it that you know, rationally, everything is fine. The problem is your brain isn’t listening to reason. I worked through my coping skills, and tried to get myself centered, but nothing was working. I was exhausted from the hike, and the worries of the day, and it was all crashing in on me at once, amassing as a parade of my biggest fears, and inner demons within my mind.

I made it about three miles before I had to pull over. I stopped in at the Coldwater boat dock, the location of last week's hike, and took a few more deep breaths, walked around the car, and tried to get my mind right. Finally I messaged my husband letting him know what was going on.

Messages travel slower by satellite than text, and so I had some time to sit. I looked out on the parking lot, at the strange bathrooms that looked like forgotten temples, and it reminded me that I had hiked twelve miles last week, and today, I had hiked fourteen…

That caused my brain to stop and pause for a moment, like rays of sunshine penetrating the gloom.

I had excelled through challenges, walked along ridges, and managed my water. I was capable, I was competent, and I was ok.

In the face of this revelation, the anxiety began to let go, and a lightbulb went off in my head. I had a weapon now against it, a reminder, that I was stronger than I thought, and as the messages came back from my husband and other supportive folks, the anxiety withered away.

In spite of all of the difficulties of the day, I had made it, and now, all I had to do was drive home. Turning the car back on, and setting into drive, I carefully made my way out of the parking lot, already thinking of next week's adventure.

#hiking #adventure #mtsthelens #wanderinghops #studioprey #rebeccamickley #pacificnorthwest #trailreport #amblogging #blog #pnw #anxiety #fear

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yoosmekihyun · 6 years

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The Wood of the Apple Tree

Summary: In the autumn of 1963, you and your fiance, Junmyeon, take a nice drive to a secluded orchard. Things progress as anticipated until the unthinkable happens.

Pairing: Junmyeon x reader, mentions of Sehun

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Horror

Warning: Oral sex, heavy petting, mild dirty talk, reference to murder, American urban legend

A/N: I had part of this already planned but wasn’t fully inspired for it. Then I talked to @hobigolightly about her Halloween/spooky writing contest and this particular scenario came to me almost immediately. Thanks for the extra inspiration Kay! I will be posting some links later to show what visuals I kept in mind while writing.

Whenever I’m with him Something inside starts to burning And I’m filled with desire

Could it be the devil in me Or is this the way love’s supposed to be?

It’s like a heat wave Burning in my heart Can’t keep from crying It’s tearing me apart

You smiled at the song playing on the radio and turned to look at your fiance, Junmyeon, as he drove down an unlit gravel road. His dark hair was parted on the side and combed over, showing off his gorgeous face. You noticed a small smile on his lips as he hummed along to the song playing. Feeling a surge of fondness, your smile grew while you watched him. He had a secret love for girl groups.

You continued to admire his profile as he drove the two of you in his dark red 1951 Chevy Bel-Air to your secret spot near the local orchard. His skin was glowing, even from the lights emanating from the dash. He always looked amazing in your eyes but you could tell he had clearly made extra effort for your date. Junmyeon chose your favorite dark gray slacks and paired it with a crisp white button down shirt with the top button open. You shifted slightly in your seat as you began to feel arousal at the sight of his Adam’s apple just above the collar of his dress shirt. You bit your lip as you noticed it bob when he swallowed.

Over his dress shirt he wore a cerulean v-neck pullover sweater. The shade of blue along with his dark hair and skin tone made him look almost ethereal. You asked yourself for the umpteenth time how you managed to catch the attention of someone who was clearly so gorgeous he could be with almost any girl he wanted.

Junmyeon was always clear, from the moment you met, he only had eyes for you. You had never seen him looking at another woman in any way other than in a polite or platonically friendly manner. You had seen him approached by the occasional brazen fellow co-ed but he always smiled and politely turned them down. If they made physical contact with him, he always moved away and expressed his love for you as to why he wasn’t interested. When he proposed to you at your spot two months ago, you had no hesitation in saying yes. You loved him completely and he had only ever expressed the same. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt such contentment and bliss.

When Junmyeon picked you up in front of your dorm, you noticed the time he took to let his gaze wander over your form. You had bought a new yellow knit dress that reached just above mid-thigh with a zig-zag hem. It was too chilly mid-October to leave your legs bare so you had paired it with black tights and your Mary Jane inspired ballet flats. You completed your outfit with dangly black feather earrings and your favorite dark gray peacoat. Your makeup was simple--a winged black eyeliner with mascara and a pretty pink lipstick you found recently.

With the hungry way Junmyeon looked at you when he picked you up, you knew he liked the outfit and how you pulled it together.

“We’re nearly there, baby,” he said as you slid towards him slightly and slipped your hand into his free one.

“I know. I just want to touch you,” you replied smiling at him.

He glanced over and gave you a big grin. You felt your heart rate increase at how beautiful he looked in that moment, giving you a smile you knew he reserved only for you. Every moment the two of you shared like this reinforced your decision to spend the rest of your life with him.

Junmyeon slipped his hand from yours to down shift as he began to turn into your special spot. You whined a little at the loss of contact and he chuckled at your cuteness. He parked quickly and slid closer to you. Before you could react, he had one hand along the small of your back and the other cupping your face as he pulled you in for a kiss. You sighed and immediately responded to his touch. You could feel him smile as he deepened the kiss, running his tongue along your bottom lip before nibbling on it gently. You parted your lips, granting his tongue access. He took his time as he kissed you, making you feel like the only two people on the planet.

The song on the radio switched to another of Junmyeon’s favorites and you pulled back to sing at him.

My boyfriend’s back and you’re gonna be in trouble. (Hey, la-di-la, my boyfriend’s back.) When you see him comin’, better cut on the double. (Hey, la-di-la, my boyfriend’s back.) You’ve been spreading lies that I was untrue. (Hey, la-di-la, my boyfriend’s back.) So look out now ‘cause he’s comin’ after you. (Hey, la-di-la, my boyfriend’s back.) And he knows that you’ve been tryin’, And he knows that you’ve been lyin’.

“Your boyfriend’s back?” you fiance asked playing along with the song. “Doesn’t he know you’re mine?”

“Oh but honey, Sehun’s going to come after you once he finds out that you’ve stolen me away!”

“I think I’ll be able to take him,” he said with fake seriousness. It became a running joke after you met Junmyeon’s family and was apparent that his eight year old brother, Sehun, had developed a crush on you. When he returned to his parent’s house after taking you home that night, Sehun had matter-of-factly told Junmyeon that you were his girlfriend now. You found it sweet how quickly he expressed his crush to his big brother. Every time you visited his family since the “announcement” Sehun blushed deeply and brought you a flower from the neighbor’s garden in spite of his mother’s half-hearted scolding.

You laughed loudly at Junmyeon’s fake seriousness and his face broke into a grin at the sound. Brushing his hand down your arm and reaching for you hand, he played with your fingers as he asked, “Do you want to walk along in the orchard tonight?”

You pondered for a moment--you loved the smell of fall and your walks with Junmyeon under the moonlight--but decided against it.

“It’s a little too cold for a walk tonight, I think. Besides, you didn’t even bring a coat! You’re not getting sick on my watch.”

“I don’t need a coat when you’re around, sweetheart.”

“It’s because you’re always trying snuggle under my coat with me to steal my warmth!”

“No, it’s because I’m hot for you,” he responded with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Oh my God! That’s a horrible line!”

“You love me anyways though,” he said with a soft look on his face as he gazed at you.

“For some reason, in spite of the dad jokes and bad puns, I do love you. So much.”

Without another word Junmyeon leaned in to kiss you again. Deepening it immediately, you responded with the same intensity and enthusiasm.

It was quickly becoming too warm in the car and you struggled in your attempt to remove your coat. Smiling against your mouth, you felt Junmyeon’s hands slip under your coat along your shoulders to help you. As soon as your were free, you slipped one of your hands into his hair to pull him closer and moved your other along his jaw. You began stroking his face and down his throat as his hand resting just above your knee slid up your thigh and under your dress.

“Why did you have to wear tights?” he groaned as he pulled away from your lips to skim your throat with his mouth.

“Because it’s cold,” you said breathlessly. “Besides, it’s your turn.”

“But I want to touch you,” he whined.

“You are touching me.”

“You know what I mean,” he growled into your ear as his hand cupped your heat over your tights.

“Jun,” you tried to sound stern but you could tell it wasn’t working. “You made me come the last two times we came out here and wouldn't let me take care of you. I know it must have hurt by the time you finally got to relieve yourself.”

“I just love the look on your face when you come for me. I can’t wait to see the faces you make when I finally get to feel you around me.”

“Jun, you make it so hard to try to wait…”

“It’ll be worth it though, baby. In the meantime,” he began to rub you firmly through your tights and panties and you knew you were soaking already, “you should let me make you feel good.”

You almost gave in. His hands felt heavenly and the pressure was only making you wetter. But you remembered how hard he was last time the two of you came to your spot and how uncomfortable he looked as he adjusted himself. Your dorm mother kept a strict curfew and you hadn’t had the time to reciprocate after he brought you over your edge. Determined to prevent that from happening again, you gently removed his hand from between your legs. He groaned with displeasure at your actions but, always the gentleman, he didn’t try to push his hand back. The two of you had been together long enough that he knew when your resolve was unwaverable.

“Jun, you act like I’ve taken away your favorite toy,” you teased as you trailed a hand down his chest and abdomen before palming him harshly over the bulge in his pants. At your touch he inhaled sharply and threw his head back to rest on the seat.

“Playing with you and making you feel good is one of my favorite past times.”

“Jun, baby, it’s my turn to play now,” you whispered in his ear as you slowly unbuckled his belt.

You watched Junmyeon’s face as he squeezed his eyes tight while you managed to finish unbuckling his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and slowly slid his zipper down. As you kissed him gently on the cheek, leaving the last remnants of your lipstick, you heard him hum in a way that you recognized as him relaxing. You smiled to yourself as you moved and ran your teeth along his earlobe and he sucked in a breath at your action.

“Do you like torturing me?” he moaned out as you reached into his pants to pull out his hard length.

“A little,” you replied cheekily and he sighed dramatically.

“Don’t worry, love,” you cooed in his ear as you gently stroked him. “I won’t torture you for long tonight.”

Before you leaned over to end his ‘suffering,’ Junmyeon turned his head to look at you. He reached his hand up to cup your face and you leaned into his touch and closed your eyes. He didn’t immediately pull you in for a kiss like you were expecting. You opened your eyes to see him raking over your face with an unguarded look of love and adoration.

“I love you,” he whispered as his thumb stroked your cheek.

“I love you too, Jun. More than anything,” you replied knowing your face was shining with all the love and affection you had for your future husband.

He leaned forward and pulled your face into his as he gave you a deep, gentle kiss. As he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours as his breath stuttered while your continued to slowly stroke him.

“Jun, love, lean back and relax. I’ll take good care of you.”

Without a word, he did as you asked and leaned back to give you room. Adjusting in the bench seat you leaned over and took his tip into your mouth. This simple action caused a loud moan to leave his lips and you smiled. He was so vocal and you loved it. You couldn’t wait until you were married so you could explore all the different ways to make him moan like that.

He was already leaking heavily so you knew he wouldn’t last too long. Licking along his slit, he gasped as you savored his taste and moaned. You weren’t sure what it was but you loved how he tasted. A little salty, a little sweet, just like the Junmyeon you loved.

Determined to make him come, you stopped your teasing and took the majority of his length in your mouth. He groaned as the tip hit the back of your throat. The two of you had been together for long enough that you had learned how to relax your throat to prevent from gagging around him.

You used your tongue to massage the vein running along the underside of his cock and you heard your fiance swear. With internalized glee, you knew he was completely focused on your actions. Junmyeon rarely swore and the handful of times almost all involved the skills of your tongue and mouth.

Using your hand to stroke what you couldn’t quite fit, you began to bob and suck in earnest. You felt Junmyeon’s hand slip into your hair at the back of your head. His hips were thrusting up gently and you had learned this was a subconscious action. You had discussed your desire to try having him take more control as you went down on him, eager to learn the things that would make him feel good but he hadn’t wanted to explore it yet. He was afraid of taking things too far and hurting you in the moment.

You took as much as you could and swallowed around him. He began to chant your name in warning, “Y/N, Y/N, oh my god. Y/N.”

Feeling a slight tug at the back of your head you moaned around him. The vibrations of your moan sent him over the edge. Junmyeon came in your mouth with a long drawn out moan of your name. You kept your mouth around him, gently bobbing as you swallowed his cum with a pleased hum.

You lifted your mouth off his softening length and tucked him back into his pants. You looked at your fiance and observed how sexy he was panting with his eyes closed and head thrown back. All mine, you thought as you enjoyed how wrecked he looked.

After a moment, Junmyeon opened his eyes and leaned over to kiss you. You pulled back slightly, “Jun, you just came in my mouth.”

“I don’t care. I need to kiss you after that,” he replied desperately.

As the two of you kissed and basked in the afterglow, the song on the radio was harshly interrupted:

Good evening local residents. We apologize for the interruption of your regularly scheduled program but breaking news has come in. Information about a dangerous inmate escaping the local mental institution for the criminally insane has been reported by the local authorities. Officials caution that the escapee was institutionalized after he murdered several co-eds living in one of the student housing buildings at the local college. Residents are warned that the inmate is male, in his late 40s, has a scar running along the left side of his face from his eye to his chin, and has a hook for a right hand. It is advised to stay in groups when possible and to avoid empty or deserted areas after dark. If you see a man matching this description, please do not engage and report it to the local authorities immediately.

Once the report finished, the next song came on as if nothing had interrupted the night. You looked at Junmyeon, suddenly scared. “I think we should head back. No one knows exactly where we are.”

“I think you’re right, baby.”

You got settled next to him, now sitting in the center of the bench seat so you could feel Junmyeon pressed to your side. It gave you a sense of security and comfort to feel him so close.

He started the engine and turned on the headlights. Part of you was certain that the man from the report would suddenly appear in the beam of the lights once they were turned on. Fortunately, the lights only shined on the fence and trees along the edge of the orchard.

At that moment, Junmyeon looked over to check the mirror on the passenger side and he let out a shout and very clear, “What the FUCK?!”

You whipped your head over and saw what caused his reaction. A face was nearly pressed into the passenger window. The man’s hair was long and matted to his head and neck. His eyes looked wide and crazed and under his left eye, a distinct and angry looking scar ran along his cheek and ended under his chin.

The sight caused you to start hyperventilating as you could sense Junmyeon struggling with the gear shift, unable to slide the car into a gear that would allow you to escape the terrifying site of the man at the window.

The stranger watched your panic and struggles as a demonic smile stretched across his face. The sheer terror you felt increased tenfold. You watched in horror as he slowly lifted his right arm and revealed a hook in place of a hand.

“Jun, Jun, Jun, we have to go now! Jun it’s the guy, we need to go!!”

“I can’t! It won’t go into gear! Come on, come on, don’t do this, please not now!” he said as he answered you and spoke to the car that was malfunctioning at the worst time possible.

The man slowly ran his hook along the glass causing a screeching sound. He smiled as he watched you both flinch at the noise. Impossibly, his grin got wider and you were able to register his crooked and yellowing teeth. A couple on the bottom were missing that you were unable to see at first glance.

You heard the song change on the radio and you sobbed as you recognized it as Skeeter Davis’ “The End of the World.” How fitting, you thought.

You felt how Junmyeon was panicking next to you and you reached to grip his knee, needing to feel more of him in your fear. You watched in frozen horror as the man pulled his hooked arm back and hit the glass of the window. It didn’t break like you were expecting but that didn’t deter the man. He reached back and hit it again and this time you saw a part of the glass spiderweb. The man’s eyes seemed to turn more manic and as he reached back one last time and you turned to look at Junmyeon.

“Whatever happens, I love you.”

Then you heard the glass shatter.

Why do the birds go on singing? Why do the stars glow above? Don’t they know it’s the end of the world?

#suho smut #exo smut #suho #exo scenarios #kpopwonderlandtag #suho x reader #exo fanfics #kim junmyeon #suho fluff #exo fluff #suho horror #exo horror #the wood of the apple tree #yoosmekihyun

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fearsome-perfect-beauty-eren · 5 years

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Ereri - Paintball (Christmas Edition) 🔞

AUTHORS NOTE: Merry Christmas to my great friend and mother-in-law hehe @tsukiy0~ I love you so sooooo much you have no idea!! Thank you for everything you have done for me and just being who you are. As a show of my appreciation I’ve written this fic for you because you know how much we love to make stories and scenarios of our precious Ereri. So I hope you enjoy your Christmas present just as much I did while writing it. Everyone who is also a huge ass fan of Ereri just like us two also please enjoy reading this headcanon and spread the love~

Levi had no idea how in the hell he got dragged into all of this but knowing Hange was the influential person behind it, in the end, it wasn't that out of the ordinary. However, that didn't mean that today was going to be an ordinary day, on the contrary. A few days prior, Hange had interrupted one of captain Levi's training with his new squad about what Levi had planned to do for his coming birthday. Such news sparked interest to his cadets about how they could help in celebrating him in one of the most beautiful and special days of the year, Christmas. At the end of the day, the elite squad spent the remaining of the day in the training grounds obsessing over the party plans with squadron leader Hange. Meanwhile, the captain had his back to the circle with a stoic expression about how unnecessary such bashfulness and plans were needed in regards to his birthday.

It was December 24th and Levi was at one of the barns; where supplies for the expeditions outside the walls were kept, in which was completely transformed into a space made for a paintball arena. Right off the bat, he noticed how all his cadets including Hange where waiting for his arrival all dressed up as Christmas inspired characters. As Levi blinked multiple times in surprise, Eren breaks from the group to hand over Levi's costume with a beaming eye smile. Already made into a blushing mess, that only Eren Yeager had such effect on him, he couldn't stand the fact about how freaking adorable Eren looked in his reindeer costume. How those little antlers complimented his dark and messy brown hair. How that jingle bell choker accentuated his defined muscular neck and prominent collar bones underneath his classic green long sleeve. How... "Heichou," Eren interrupts Levi's train of thoughts. "Everything alright? Are you ready to undress?~" Eren asks with a sly smile and deep dark eyes. "Uh? Yes, Yes. Of course, I'm fine." He looks past Eren and sees the group in the back waiting for them both with their costumes on. Armin as a snowman, Mikasa as a candy cane, Hange as a Christmas tree, Connie as an elf, Jean as a gingerbread man, and Sasha as a potato with Christmas lights. Levi once again blinks reassuringly and looks back at Eren wearing an innocent smile with a hand lingering onto Levi from when he gave him his costume. "The changing area is on the first door to your left," Eren states and walks back to the group in which leaves Levi to notice the cute little fluffy tail he seemed to wear as he headed back. This causes Levi to become even redder at this point and rushes over straight to the changing station to prevent the others from noticing his blushing mess.

After Levi had changed into his Santa outfit, the entire group gathers around and Jean begins to distribute an equal amount of colorful paintballs needed to play. Along with Connie passing out folded pieces of paper either numbered twenty-four or twenty-five to determine what members will be in which group. Meanwhile, Sasha helped Hange get everything sorted out and everyone else excitedly talked among themselves, Eren made his way next to Levi who sat on a haystack awaiting further instructions with his arms crossed over his chest. Levi hadn't buttoned his Santa coat all the way to the top and exposed a peak of his chiseled chest in which left Eren a bit hot and bothered. "Fuck, please ride me!" Eren commented under his breath as he nudged Levi's side and sat beside him who seemed clearly annoyed. "What did you say brat?" he asked as he looked up to him confused. "Oh nothing~" Eren added looking ahead as if concentrating on the rest of the group. "Hmm..." Levi adds in with a shy smirk with his head slightly held down to the opposite side of Eren, knowing exactly what he had said earlier.

Once everyone had their paintballs ready to be thrown at their opponents and knew their group members, Armin explained the rules to the survey corps first ever paintball game. Basically, each round would last twenty minutes in the dim light barn and the second floor could be used to attack others from above. The basic rules to the game were you get points for hitting your opponent with the homemade paintballs and one can get extra points for attacking the other team's headquarters and destroying it. Such headquarters could be identified by the green haystack castle for team twenty-four and the red haystack castle for team twenty-five. Along with final instructions on how everyone is to behave when in game mode. All the while, Levi's arms had found their way firmly around Eren's waist since he had pulled him to sit on his lap before he had to say goodbye to Eren and become rivals. Or as Levi so puts it: to protect Eren's ass from an accidentally lost needle that might potentially stab him and then have him unintentionally transform into a titan and creating a huge mess.

Armin's instructions had come to an end and everyone rose up from their seats to head to where the game would officially take place. Levi had tried to get up to join his team to talk strategy but his boyfriend had prevented him from doing so. Eren had leaned in to draw closer to Levi and rested his chin on his shoulder. "Let the best team win Levi heichou," Eren whispered in a low voice and kissed the root of his ear, making electric chills run down his spine. Levi felt him leaning in for another kiss until Mikasa called out for him. "Hey, Eren come on over here! We have to come up with a plan of attack!" Eren chuckles into his ear and then gets off of Levi's laps, extending a hand for him to join him. "Okay, okay, okay Mikasa!" Eren retorts back. The pair then walked side by side, away from the common area and head to the entrance of the proclaimed paintball arena where Mikasa is waiting for him. Mikasa then takes Eren by the arm and leads him towards their green headquarters where Hange and Jean await. "Levi heichou, we really need you, where are you?" chimes in Armin calling from where their team's base with Sasha and Connie are at.

The countdown had started and Levi's team had come up with a great plan to destroying the other team's base which rallied up more points than just hitting individual members and how to protect their own. However, the plan to attacking individual opponents was left up to each member of his team, since he trusted that by now everyone was clever to be fast enough to make strategic attacks due to the countless of confrontations everyone has had with titans. Once everyone knew their jobs and their positions they waited for Hange to finish off the countdown. Sasha then left to the upper level, Connie dashed into one direction, Levi headed for the other, and Armin stayed behind to protect their red headquarters. Within a matter of minutes, the barn was full of paint everywhere along with screams and laughter of all the scouts fighting to become the winning team and claim victory. "Yeeeeeeah! Attack!" Sasha yelled in enthusiasm which was followed by Connie's giggles. "Damn you guys! Don't you even think you can beat us!" Eren followed with his cry for freedom, not too far from the green teams' headquarters. Levi assumed he was in charge of protecting their headquarters by the sound of it and begins to make his way. He smirks and quickly shuffles through the obstacles to find cover so he wouldn't be seen by Jean on the second floor.

The twenty minutes given to play the first round had passed by surprisingly fast and paintballs were flying through the air in a zig-zag motion. Levi tried to run towards the rival team's green castle without drawing any kind of attention towards his intention of wrecking it completely during the last few minutes of the game. However, Levi suddenly had to stop in his tracks as someone had smacked their hand right above his head and against the wall, blocking him with their arm and pinned him against the wall from continuing further. He was out of breath from all the running and it took him a few seconds to recognize the familiar face in the dim light barn; Eren Yeager. He was looking as hot as ever. Sweat dripped down his neck and chest as his green sleeve shirt became a bit see through from all the sweat that had clung onto his upper body, exposing his muscular built figure. His boyfriend was panting hard but his gaze was firmly set on Levi's, giving him his ultimate undivided attention. Levi gulps from the sudden thirst and tries to hide his face from becoming flustered at Eren's heavenly sight. A half-smile rose upon his lips and states, "I haven't seen you at all throughout the game. You're so slick, babe!" he chuckles and leans down slightly closer to him. Levi could feel his hot breath hitting against his porcelain-like skin and it causes his body to shiver a bit. "Agh! I so wish we could've been partners in crime but I guess this works out just fine. Now, I just have to make sure you don't destroy our chances of winning," he joked and bit his lower lip seductively as he let his left hand slide down the wall and let it rest on Levi's hip while keeping a firm hand on Levi's right shoulder. Eren slipped his fingers under the hem on Levi's shirt and started drawing hearts on his v-line with the tips of his cold slim fingers, in which were surprisingly soft and not hard with calluses from all the years of training.

The younger male stepped closer to him so that he could press his entire body against him. Levi wrapped his arms loosely around his neck and Eren took that as permission to overpower Levi as he could him. Eren leaned in for a hungry wet kiss and Levi could taste the sweetness of the taste of wine he hadn't seen him drink before the game started as he licked the inside of Eren's mouth slowly. The intensity and passion of each and every kiss made Levi feel as if he was drunk from the lingering taste of the alcohol left on his mouth. His boyfriend played tag with Levi's tongue until Eren got tired and felt his tongue attacked, making himself surrender to Levi's dominance in which Eren loved oh so much. "Ahh heichou, mhmm~" Eren moaned out against Levi's lips in which overwhelmed Levi with an abundance of chills throughout his body and butterflies to infest his stomach. He loved the way Eren called him heichou because no other person could ever make him feel the heat, love, and thirst he had for him. Just at the say of the word 'heichou' by his other cadets didn't compare at all to the way Eren would say it. Every time he heard 'heichou' come out of the mouth's of others made him long for Eren to rather say it instead and have his presence next to him. It got Levi hoping to always have Eren by his side, Eren's kisses got Levi hoping to save him from the vulnerability of humanity in the face of titans, Eren's touch got him hoping to continue to comfort and care for him when no one else in this damned world could. Eren was his hope and the word 'heichou' coming out of his and only his mouth transformed the meaning of the word entirely. Levi loved it and it was little things like that in which didn't take much to turn him on.

After a moment Levi reluctantly pulled away for some air being that he was out of breath, though not from the previous constant running but rather from the heat of their passionate and intense make-out session. Eren let him do so even though he could've gone longer thanks to his excellent breathing skills he had developed from every single brutal training he's ever had to endure from his captain. Levi bit his lower lip harshly trying to control himself from melting into Eren's strong arms. "Ahh? Please don't hide your lips," Eren whispered lowly sounding almost like a growl and planted a gentle and sweet kiss on his boyfriend's lips which made Levi smile. Eren huffed a laugh and started planting sloppy wet kisses all over Levi's face and traveling down his neck. Eren then gets carried away and starts sucking Levi's soft spots, leaving them to hurt a bit and noticeably red in color. "Ahh, fuck babe~" Levi moans while gripping the back of Eren's shirt tightly. Eren apologizes by slowly licking each wound he made and kissing them softly afterward which makes Levi's toes to curl inside his boots like crazy. He then finds the collar of Levi's shirt and pulls it down slightly so he could finish his route of kisses on Levi's strong and prominent collar bones. Once he finishes he looks at Levi with a satisfied sly smile and Levi rolls his eyes and rings Eren's little jingle bell choker. Levi then gently cups Eren's handsome face, feeling his strong defined jawline and smiles warmly at Eren for making him feel all tingly. "What?" Eren smirked, arching his left eyebrow at him in a very teasing way. "I just... I can't take your hotness and cuteness at the same time right now. I mean how the hell can you be so damn cute and hot all in one?" Levi admits. "Are you serious? And you think I'm managing well right now?" Eren huffs in surprise. Levi didn't know how to answer to him and wasn't able to even if he wanted to because Eren gave no second thought to going in and nibbling on Levi's bottom lip and diving in for another deep kiss. The kisses being interchanged started to heat up by the second and Levi's fingers went under Eren's pants along with his underwear and began rubbing up and down his ass, accidentally making his reindeer tail fall off. Gripping them and digging his nicely cut and clean nails into Eren's skin every time a moan came out of their kissing mouths.

Each kiss and touch began to be begging for more and more as both Eren and Levi competed for dominance over the strong hunger they both felt for each other. Suddenly they become started by Hange's scream about the game to have had officially ended. Eren pulls out from the kiss and plants a comforting last kiss on the top of Levi's head. He then cups Levi's cheeks and leans in to lick his mouth across and blows hot air against them as he says "Well then see you back at the common area and then we can finish this afterwards with no interruptions." Eren then picks up his white tail off the floor and as he begins to walk away he turns around and flashes a wink to leave a flushed and puzzled Levi behind. Right afterward the rest of Levi's team found him in a state of not being able to move nor speak. "Agh, no wonder we lost to them. I guess their strategic defense plan worked rather well," Sasha said in a teasing tone. "Why am I not surprised? They indeed had Eren in their team," Connie adds in. "Eren! I can't believe you played us dirty like that!?" Armin said in disbelieve. All the while leaving Levi who can't help but feel embarrassed at the sight of Sasha, Connie, and Armin's faces of having lost the paintball game even after having humanity's strongest on their side.

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13thsongbird · 5 years

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The few people that read this blog and also follow my personal Instagram will know I’ve already made this joke once recently, but it brings me joy and I refuse to be ashamed! It’s one of the best one-liners from a character who zings ’em out like no other – and who doesn’t love when Meryl Streep gets to be sassy?

Photo credit to 20th Century Fox via Buzzfeed 🙂

Anywho, on to the main event – I’ve made a thing! And the fabric is an absolute dream. I applied to a call a while back on Instagram for sewists that would like to work with Sitka Fabrics, to be sent fabric in exchange for sewing it up and providing pictures of their stock used in garments that they could use for marketing and social media. Sitka is a Canadian company, but they ship internationally (their About page includes the line “fabrics do not have borders” – love that!) and their fabrics are thoughtfully selected and gorgeous. I was thrilled to be chosen, and even more thrilled when they told us they were stocking a modal rib knit for the fall that they wanted pictures of ASAP! I’ve not worked with modal before, but everyone raves about it, and this was the perfect chance to try some really nice quality stuff. Not to mention, the colors they’re stocking are seriously dreamy.

Receiving the fabric, I instantly saw what everyone was raving about. Modal is so soft, y’all – it’s silky and huggable and has the most luxurious drape. Plus, this rib knit is 10% spandex, so in addition to being silky and utterly stroke-worthy, it’s also got pretty great recovery for such a drapey knit. I got the warm ochre, which is an awesome shade of pumpkin orange – not pumpkin like plastic Halloween decorations, but like an actual pumpkin sitting ripe and warm in the late afternoon sun. When I first chose the color, I’d thought it was more of a golden yellow, but ’twas my screen that deceived me! It’s the same old tale of shopping for fabric on the internet – not all screens are built the same, and colors can show up differently. When in doubt, contact the seller! The team at Sitka has been very prompt and helpful any time I’ve had an issue or question, and if you’re trying to match colors I’m sure they’d be happy to give guidance if you’re unsure. As I wasn’t trying to match colors, and the orange that showed up was every bit as lovely as the yellow I’d expected, I simply kept stroking this ohmigodsosoft fabric and planning the best way to make use of its beauty.

Initially, since I’d never sewn with this fabric before, I was thinking a simple ribbed t-shirt or tank would be a great showcase for it (the Kila Tank by Indiesew looks like an amazing basic tank and I wanna try it soon), but once I had it in my hands I knew it demanded to be something a little more special. More romantic. Plus, the weather has just finally started to turn more towards fall here in NYC, and my mind is kicking into high gear autumn sewing mode. I wanted something that felt autumnal!

That was when I remembered the Seamwork Elmira. A simple ballet-style wrap cardigan with some extreme tie action going on in the front, I’ve had it in my Seamwork pattern library for ages, and actually printed it out months ago with the intention of adding it to my winter wardrobe last year. (Whoops.) I love that instead of huge long ties that wrap all the way around, the innermost front wrap buttons on the inside and the other front is then simply tied across to complete the wrap without the bulk. Plus, I don’t like wrap sweaters that tie in the back – I hate putting on a coat or sitting down and leaning back in a chair, and feeling the hard knot of knit fabric digging into my spine. However, the change in pattern meant I was not going to have enough fabric, especially since the directionality of a rib knit meant I couldn’t throw grainline to the wind and get creative with my cutting layout – I’d only asked for a yard and a half, and the Elmira calls for over two yards, plus I wanted to fully line the back instead of turning and stitching the hem and neck back like in the instructions. I laid out my pattern pieces on the rib knit and determined that I could fit everything except my back lining piece and the second set of ties, which got me thinking – a contrast tie could be a nice look. Did I have anything in my stash that would play nicely with this orange? I did a little digging, and when I found the rest of the Girl Charlee cotton jersey I used to make a Nettie bodysuit in May (on the blog here) I knew that was the winner. The cream ground and coral-and-yellow tones jived nicely with my orange, and the fuchsia and green added a nice pop of contrast. It also felt very summer-to-fall transitional, which is utterly appropriate for how I want to dress right now, and MOST IMPORTANTLY I had tons of it left – more than enough to cut out my additional pattern pieces and get cracking!

I’ve not done a lot of sewing with rib knits, and I was worried the modal would stretch out of shape as I put it through the machine, but it sewed up like a dream – I sewed the whole wrap on my regular machine using a zig-zag stitch and a normal presser foot. After a little internet and Instagram research, I chose to reinforce the seam at the wrap edges with clear elastic, and in the end I think I could have pulled it a little bit tighter – the long edge wants to stretch, and in a knit fabric it’s hard to keep it from doing what it wants! If I make this sweater again, I think I might draft a front band to rein in that wrap a little more.

As I said, I also chose to fully line the bodice, which gave a cleaner finish inside – the only exposed seams are at the armscye and the cuff, and the back neck feels more stable than it would have with just a turned-down hem (although I could probably have used some clear elastic in that seam as well. C’est la vie.) Sizing-wise, I also turned to the internet and determined that I needed to add about two inches of length; the back I simply left long at the bottom with a little extra shaping to accommodate my sway-back, and the front I lengthened two inches just below the armscye, moving the bottom of the wrap over to match the diagonal (and thus adding some length to the wrap itself – I sized down to a Large knowing I’d be doing this, but in the end I probably could have lost some of that extra wrap length). I shortened the sleeves about two inches as well, both because I thought it would look cute with 3/4 length sleeves and because I didn’t have quite enough fabric for full-length.

The finished result is absolutely divine. The modal makes it soft and squishy but still sleek and elegant, and the color is perfect for this time of year, while the pop of floral keeps it from feeling aggressively Halloween-themed. It’s definitely a layering piece, rather than a top in its own right, although I think taking a little length off the front wraps would allow it to pull tight enough for a really pretty top in a lighter-weight fabric. As it is, this beauty is going to see me through the colder weather nicely, just as soon as it actually starts getting cold again – of course, the minute I finished this, temps in New York jumped from the 60s and 70s back up into the 80s! I still wore it around the house for a while with the A/C cranked up, just because I love it so much. Plus, my roommates have already gone all-in on the Halloween decorations, so it’s hard not to feel autumnal no matter the temperature! And I’ve saved every single scrap of the modal rib – I don’t exactly know what I’m going to use it for, but I can’t bear the thought of not using every last bit. Bigger scraps might end up becoming panties or a soft bra, and longer pieces I might try to use as ribbed binding for other projects. We shall see!

Rib knits, for fall? Groundbreaking… The few people that read this blog and also follow my personal Instagram will know I've already made this joke once recently, but it brings me joy and I refuse to be ashamed!

#cardigan #cotton spandex jersey #Elmira Sweater #fall sewing #fall wardrobe #Girl Charlee Fabric #modal rib knit #personal style #Seamwork Patterns #Sitka Fabrics

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annabethlestrange · 2 years

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Gwendy's Button Box (The Button Box #1) - Stephen King, Richard Chizmar⁣

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+A simple tale, short, strange yet, meaningful story. I enjoyed it a lot. It has rich details and well-developed characters that make the story come alive.⁣

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+Whenever I read an SK book, I always have questions to ponder. It becomes interesting. Altogether, a good read not terrifying. Looking forward to reading the sequel.⁣

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+Stephen King teams up with long-time friend and award-winning author Richard Chizmar for the first time in this original, chilling novella that revisits the mysterious town of Castle Rock.⁣

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+There are three ways up to Castle View from the town of Castle Rock: Route 117, Pleasant Road, and the Suicide Stairs. Every day in the summer of 1974, twelve-year-old Gwendy Peterson has taken the stairs, which are held by strong—if time-rusted—iron bolts and zig-zag up the precarious cliffside.⁣

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+Then one day when Gwendy gets to the top of Castle View, after catching her breath and hearing the shouts of kids on the playground below, a stranger calls to her. There on a bench in the shade sits a man in black jeans, a black coat, and a white shirt unbuttoned at the top. On his head is a small, neat black hat. The time will come when Gwendy has nightmares about that hat…⁣

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+The little town of Castle Rock, Maine has witnessed some strange events and unusual visitors over the years, but there is one story that has never been told—until now.⁣

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#februaryread #gwendysbuttonbox #buttonbox1 #series #novella #stephenking #richardchizmar #historicalfiction #bookstagram #bibliobibuli #randomunbosom #thebookrebellion #bookwhore

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smokeybrand · 3 years

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Gears of War

I just watched a video detailing how a new high school school being built in Michigan, is following COD rules because of the constant gun violence in the US. Reduced sight lines, hard concrete walls, impact resistant doors, and other sh*t like that. In a public f*cking high school. And it's not the only one. A school in Indiana has smoke canisters to fill hallways at the push of a panic button and an entire district in North Carolina has spent millions to develop efficient lock down procedures. That's not counting the other sh*t that's already been adopted nationwide like having active shooter drills, reinstalling metal detectors, and wearing clear backpacks. Now, i grew up in the ghetto during the Nineties. I've had pistols and guns pulled on me. Hell, a guy planned to knife me on the dance floor of my senior ball. I'm no stranger to this type of violence but, what i am alien to, are f*cking spray-n-pray scenarios. Active shootings weren't a thing in my life. I was already damn near grown when Columbine occurred.

Honestly, even if it did happen, it probably wouldn't have phased me so much because, again, desensitized due to the environment in which i grew up. The sh*t I had seen by the time I got to freshman year is enough to give vets a run for their money. There was a rumor once that someone planned to go all “Trench Coat Mafia” on us my Senior year, I think, and we just didn't go to school that day. However, I understand that you can't always hedge your bets like that. You need to be vigilant in the face of such spontaneous tragedy. You can't stop crazy but you can mitigate it. Understanding that, the fact that entire schools are being designed to accommodate this level of spree killing instead of common sense gun control legislation getting passed, is insane to me. Why not just remove the thing making these kids targets, instead of making it harder to hit them? You're putting the onus of survival on kids as young as five. These little sh*ts can't tie their shoes and you're expecting them to understand how to run in a zig-zag pattern? To flip desks for cover and clear corners even though they don't even know how to color in the lines yet? Word?

Like, how do you rationalize building war bunkers in order to keep your kindergartner safe while they learn their ABCs, instead of just prohibiting AKs for public consumption? How hard is it to run mental health checks before selling that squirrelly felon an uzi? Your right to arms is more important than that eleven year old's right to live? Is the weight or your glock more than the weight of that fourteen year old's life? Or does it it only have that right when it's a fetus and can be used to control a woman's body? Your boner for pistols is so hard you're fine with just acquiescing to children living in constant fear of death? Just to learn the quadratic formula which they'll never used after that Geometry final sophomore year? It's wild to me that the only reason why we've had a record low number of school shootings, is because there have been no kids in school. How the f*ck are those numbers okay to you people?? I don't understand. These are children losing their lives. Sandy Hook was a f*cking elementary school! No child over twelve died that day.

An adult man walked onto an elementary school campus, and slaughtered twenty children between the ages of six and seven. That's a class full of first graders, man! Are you kidding me? That's a whole ass atrocity and there are actual Congress people, harassing survivors of these kinds of attacks, on camera for political clout? How is this real life?? How can the party which prides itself on family values and right to life, disregard the lives and safety of actual, children in the same f*cking breath? Kids are learning the same tactics they teach soldiers during war, just to walk the halls during passing period. How the f*ck is that an okay thing to be when you can literally cut down on so much of this threat but just, you know, not having a hundred f*cking guns in your living room. The United States is such a dystopian f*cking dumpster fire and I am so f*cking tired, man. We don't even get the cool sh*t like cybernetic enhancements or tricked out Mad Max cars. Instead, my kid gets a flack jacket to go along with her Spider-Man lunch box. F*ck.

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