#security doors in adelaide | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

sugrhigh · 2 months

Text

BACKSTAGE - ( m.s )

REQUESTED**

summary- your best friend caught the eye of the bass player in a band local to boston, your hometown, so you’re invited to the second to last stop of their US tour. they can definitely put on a show, and all of them are very welcoming when you meet them backstage. then there’s the asshole grumpy drummer with the inflated ego, who can’t seem to stop staring.

warnings- cursing, smoking, drinking, ???

band au (triplets are in their mid 20s)

drummer!matt x fem!reader (this song ^^ inspired me and it’s good af so i’m including it)

a/n: this has been brewing for a while and i kinda forking love this concept, i hope i brought it to life well! hope u enjoy and as always my inbox is open for whateva #kisses ****part 2 to come

@fawnchives @55sturn @teapartyprincess4two @l9vesick @sturnlova @cupidsword @junnniiieee07 @mattnchrisworld @cherrypostsposts

“are you sure you want to do this?” you ask her as you two linger by the bar at the back of the venue.

people are clearing out, all happily chattering after an incredible concert. you have to admit that it was a great performance, and the sold out crowd helped.

they’re a pretty talented band. and the bass player really wants your best friend.

all it took to get him interested was a single comment on one of his recent posts. adelaide is undeniably gorgeous, and she’s also built a decent following through her recent modeling jobs.

she stands out in any comment section and in crowds like these, so it makes sense that he hit her up. that’s why you’re here anyways.

mister bass player had invited you guys to the first of two sold out shows in this place. it’s the last stop on the band’s US leg, in their hometown, which happens to be where you and adelaide live.

“yes dude, for the hundredth time, im sure. and he’s waiting on us, so stop stalling. i know you have more balls than that.” adelaide gives you a pointed look.

you can’t help but roll your eyes. “i promise you i don’t care enough about what these guys think to be scared.”

“now that sounds more like you.” she teases as she pulls her phone out of her back pocket.

the light from the screen illuminates her face, and you watch as she taps something out quickly.

“chris said someone is gonna come get us.”

“can’t wait.” you smile sarcastically as you respond.

addy doesn’t even get the chance to yell at you about your attitude before a big buff guy dressed in all black approaches the two of you, dark hair slicked against his skull. SECURITY is printed across his jacket in bold yellow letters.

“you ladies enjoy the show?” his voice is deep, which matches his huge stature perfectly.

“oh, it was amazing! i’m assuming you’re jason?” adelaide beams at him, pushing her dark curls out of her face.

he nods once. “that’s me. you guys ready to head backstage?”

“yup, just lead the way.”

the two of you follow jason back down toward the front of the stage, around the protective barricade to a door that almost blends right in with the venue’s dark walls.

he knocks on it three times. another tall man opens it for him and ushers the two of you inside before people start to pay too much attention.

“dressing rooms this way.” the new guy leads you through the backstage area, down a narrow hallway until he stops in front of one of the doors. there’s a little placard with their band name on it, which is cute.

this time nobody thinks to knock, because it’s already pretty loud. once the door swings open the sound is even more overwhelming.

you count seven people, all sitting around on the couches and vanity seats in the dim lighting. three of them are nearly identical, which surprises you. you thought there were only two brothers in the band.

several bottles of champagne crowd the coffee table already, and they’ve only been off the stage for ten minutes.

all of them are watching the two of you now, and it makes you want to crawl out of your skin.

“look who it is.” one of the twins (or apparently triplets) that’s sitting on the couch sets his glass down and gets up to greet you.

his brown hair is long, longer than the others, hidden slightly by a black boston hat. he’s dressed in a celtics jersey and baggy jeans, clearly happy to be representing his city tonight.

“good to see you, chris.” adelaide smiles into his chest as he pulls her into a tight embrace that lasts for a few seconds too long.

“i promise it’s better to see you.” he smirks as he finally pulls away, not even trying to hide his gaze as he admires the way her outfit hugs her body.

then he turns to you, and you suddenly feel like a spotlight is shining directly in your face.

“it’s nice to meet you too, y/n. addy tells me you’re even cooler than she is.” chris says, wrapping his arm around your friends shoulder lazily.

“can’t argue with that.” you shrug with a grin, impressed that he remembered your name without having to ask.

he looks around and clears his throat, and the others stop chatting. “everyone, this is adelaide and y/n. introduce yourselves.”

one of the clones that was sitting beside chris speaks up now. “shouldn’t they know who we are?”

he looks directly at you with an uninterested gaze that’s somehow still so intense you almost lose your breath. he’s in all black, fluffy hair styled a bit shorter than chris’s.

his harley davidson muscle tee is cut off right above his black pants, revealing just the smallest sliver of his stomach as he leans back against the cushions casually. so many tattoos, so many rings.

it’s annoying that you notice this, even despite how pissed off you are at his stupid question.

“i hate to burst your bubble, but i wouldn’t be able to guess your name even if someone put a gun to my head.” you bite back without thinking, and laughter erupts around you.

“that’s exactly what you deserve for a dickhead comment like that, matt.” another currently-unnamed guy says.

he’s on the other sofa with the last of the carbon-copy brothers, arm around the waist of the beautiful girl that’s perched on his lap. the couple smile at you and adelaide.

“feel free to ignore him. i’m nathan, lead guitar.” he introduces himself.

“i’m his girlfriend jen.” the dark-haired woman chimes in, offering you a friendly wave.

“im nick,” the triplet sitting next to them finally reveals his name, “i’m not in the band, i’m just their tour photographer. my brothers got the musical talent.”

“kids a genius with a camera though.” chris adds, still sidled up against adelaide.

“names sam. i’m the singer.” a blonde boy with hair cropped close to his skull says with a nod.

he’s sitting on one of the vanity chairs that’ve been set up in a half circle, tipping the rest of his champagne back after he speaks.

“and i’m just his older sister gabby.” the girl beside him sticks her hand out, and you take a step forward to shake it.

“dont say just. and i love your necklace.” you compliment the barbed wire chain around her throat, and she waves her free hand at you, flushing slightly.

“you’re sweet.”

“it’s nice to meet you all. the show was fantastic, we had a blast.” adelaide addresses everyone with that award-winning grin you know and love.

chris leads her over to the couch and they sit down, pressed against each other like they’re attached at the hip. you have to admit it’s a little cute. you take the open chair next to gabby, opting to avoid sitting next to matt just to be near your friend.

“are you both from boston too?” sam asks, reaching to refill his drink.

jen gets up from nate’s lap to grab two more glasses from one of the cabinets, which is a kind gesture that you weren’t really expecting.

“yeah. we met in college and ended up staying in the city together.” you answer as he moves to pour your champagne next.

“that makes you what, 22? i am about to serve you alcohol.”

you can’t help but laugh, so adelaide answers instead. “we’re 25, but i’ll take that as a compliment.”

he puts his hands up in apology as you grab your glass. “so not recent graduates then, my bad.”

you can still feel matt staring at you, and when you meet his gaze over the rim of your drink he doesn’t shy away. your own eyes narrow slightly, because you dont understand why he won’t fucking quit it.

“what do you do for work?” nathan questions, and you finally break out of your trance to look over.

“i was in publishing for a bit, but i mainly model now.” addy responds first.

chris’s hand goes to grip her thigh endearingly as she sips her champagne. “can’t you tell?”

“stop it.” she nudges him slightly, though you can see a faint blush appear beneath her bronzed skin.

nate rolls his eyes before looking your way. “and you?”

“i’m a media manager for a few different brands.”

“really? like who?”

it’s matt speaking, you know even before you turn your head to meet his cold eyes once more. he’s challenging you, inked arms crossed over his chest defensively as he waits for an answer.

“well for one, those pants you’re wearing? i work with that company.” you reply bluntly.

you’d recognize those cargos anywhere, the faded star patches are a dead giveaway. matt’s face drops in surprise, and nick snorts, giving you a nod of approval that doesn’t go unnoticed.

“i can’t believe you work for vamped. we all get like, half of our wardrobe from there.” he admits.

“raiding her closet is a real treat, trust me.” adelaide makes it sound like a joke, but she actually does love to come over and steal all your favorite pieces.

it would be annoying if you didn’t love her so much.

jen smiles, cuddled back up on her boyfriend’s knee as she looks between the two of you. “i like you girls already.”

“yeah, and i respect anyone who can humble matt that quickly.” sam nods along in agreement, and you recognize that he’s talking about you in particular.

“oh, so i take it he’s like this all the time then?” your question is directed at sam, but you’re looking at the subject himself as you ask it.

“pretty much.” chris nudges matt with a silly grin, and he scowls in return, though he’s still watching you.

you can’t decipher what he’s feeling, what he’s thinking, and you don’t like it one bit. to be fair, you don’t know him at all yet, but you know the type.

you’ve met enough high profile people through vamped to understand that this kid thinks he’s some kind of god, probably because his friends tell him so.

but you’re not his friend, and you don’t owe him any politeness if he can’t bother to reciprocate it. you keep your eyes on him as sam redirects the conversation away from the two of you, another challenge of your own, and he finally looks away a moment later.

you take it as a win.

a few rounds of drinks later you can feel the heat creeping up your cheeks, blissfully tipsy as you continue to swap stories about anything and everything with the rest of the group.

chris and adelaide are in their own little world, whispering shit back and forth to each other like school girls.

matt hasn’t said a single word to you since you name-dropped your highest paying client just to embarrass him. he watches the rest of you interact, though that burning gaze of his always seems to meet yours anyways.

its driving you crazy, and you’re itching for a quick pause from the socialization, as nice as (almost) everyone has been.

“i’m gonna go for a smoke.” you address the group, mainly adelaide, and you’re met with a couple nods.

“same.” matt replies gruffly, and your heart falters.

of fucking course.

he pushes himself to a standing position before you can protest, or say anything really. his shirt is even more cropped now that he’s stretched to his full height, and you’re staring straight at his exposed happy trail and v-line. you’re pretty sure you see the top of a small tattoo by his hip.

your mouth goes dry, and you busy yourself grabbing your little purse from the floor.

“hurry back, i wanna hear more about this PR box fiasco.” gabby points a finger at you as you get up next, and you smile even though you know it’s a weak attempt.

“i’ll be quick.” you promise her.

adelaide gives you a little wave goodbye, which doesn’t quell your nerves as you turn to follow matt, who doesn’t wait for you to catch up.

he just throws the dressing room door open carelessly, letting it swing back so you have to stop it with your hand before it hits you. you glare at the back of his head, though you follow him in silence because you don’t know the way outside.

another security guard stands in the hall, and matt greets him with a quick nod as he heads outside, once again neglecting to hold it for you.

you mutter a quick hello to the man before stepping onto the little back patio. it’s the end of summer, edging toward fall now, so there’s just a slight chill in the air.

he’s already leaned up against the brick wall, situated on one of the steps down to the gated parking lot. for the first time tonight, he’s actually not looking at you, and it’s somewhat of a relief.

you dig around in your bag to retrieve your crinkled carton of cigarettes, flipping the lid open to pull one out and stick it between your lips. you’re about to put them away when matt clears his throat.

“can i bum one?” he asks softly.

it’s the least aggressive he’s been all night, and it throws you so off guard you can’t find anything to say back so him. so you just nod slowly, grabbing another cigarette for him and passing it over.

“thanks.”

“you got a light? couldn’t bring mine in.” you mutter, though your words slur because of the cig that’s between your teeth.

matt nods, ruffling his hair with one hand as the other slips into his back pocket. he pulls out a red disposable lighter and ignites it in one swift motion.

he holds it up to your mouth, burning the end of the thin roll of tobacco. he’s staring at your lips, thinking about how soft they look wrapped around that filter paper.

matt doesn’t want to be wondering what it would be like to feel them against his own, because you embarrassed him. he hates being embarrassed, especially by someone who walked right into his dressing room like she owned it.

you’re unlike any girl he’s ever met, and he’s fucking entranced.

you inhale, glancing to meet his blue eyes as the smoke fill your lungs, completely unaware of his thoughts. it’s familiar, and it calms you down a little bit.

you pull it from your mouth to exhale, watching as he lights his own before slipping the plastic device back into his pocket. he slumps back up against the wall, kicking one leg up to steady himself.

it’s silent again for a moment while you both enjoy the brief hits of nicotine, letting the clouds swirl up into the night. you both go to ash at the same time, and he breaks the tension first.

“so, what did you think of the show, sweetheart? your friend spoke for you, but i’m sure you have your own opinion.” he says, one side of his mouth tilted up.

you weigh up his statement, rewinding to an hour ago. you guys were in the upper wing, right by the stage in the front row. the view was great, and the energy was definitely there.

you remember matt, sweaty and focused as he banged on those fucking drums like his life depended on it. your eyes were drawn to him for a lot of the performance, to the intensity he brought to the stage.

that was before you knew about his superiority complex, though you should have been expecting it. he is, after all, a rising rock star.

“it was good.” you reply bluntly, shrugging as you bring your cigarette back to your lips.

he fully smiles now, though it’s not a warm one. then he follows your lead and takes another drag as well, his tattoos shifting as his muscles flex and relax due to the movement.

“don’t fucking humor me.” matt finally says seriously, and you narrow your eyes.

“i wasn’t, but it doesn’t matter either way. you think you’re the shit regardless.” you snap back.

matt softens a bit at your tone, but he’s also backed into a corner. you confuse him, because you’re impossible to read. that’s never happened to him before, and it’s annoyingly enticing.

“you don’t know a damn thing about me.”

“i know your type.” you argue sourly, sucking in another mouthful of smoke.

he turns his full attention to you now, shifting so he can look you right in the eyes. you wish it didn’t intimidate you so much, but the way he’s been leering at you all night makes you sweat.

“and what type would that be, hm?” matt goads.

you nudge at the concrete with the toe of your sneaker, pausing briefly to compose your answer.

“you’re arrogant, which either comes from the fame or the praise, or most likely both. in fact, you’re so cocky that you probably can’t be around anyone without patronizing them. i bet they all tell you how talented and badass you are, but you wanna know what i think?” you ask him, taking a hit of your cigarette for dramatic effect.

and it works. matt is hanging onto every word, waiting for you to deliver the final punch as you take a step closer, blowing the vapor toward him.

“i think that the whole time, they’re just waiting for you to shut the fuck up.”

for a second the world is still, and neither of you move an inch. he’s just studying you, eyes skipping across your face like he’s trying to commit it to memory.

“you want to know what i think?” he questions you quietly, and you can’t help but watch his lips as they move.

so pretty and pink, and you know he would taste like tobacco and sweat. you want to give in, but you won’t. one thing about you is that you’re stubborn, and you refuse to make the first move for this asshole.

“i think you like it.” matt finishes, so close to your lips now that he’s practically whispering his words against them.

just as you think he’s about to kiss you, to give you the power you crave, he tosses his cigarette to the ground and snuffs it out before stepping around you.

the only reminder that the moment was real is the door slamming shut behind him.

#matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #drummer!matt #fanfic #matt sturniolo smut #band au #matthew sturniolo x reader #Spotify

208 notes · View notes

pocket-lad · 1 month

Text

CH 13- We Won, Right?

Ian and Sarah sprinted in the opposite direction, no longer concerned with the cargo hold. They needed to get out of there before a T-Rex with a grudge decided to make them supper.

Running. Why was it always running? They were back home, back on the mainland, where no dinosaurs were supposed to exist, and still they were running.

They watched helplessly as the T-Rex took off toward the city with no possible way to stop it.

Sarah turned to the group. “The animal’s dehydrated. First, it’ll go to a water source, then look for the next thing its body needs. All the containment equipment is here. We gotta get it to the dock. The boat might be seaworthy. I know what you’re gonna say. When we brought the baby to the trailer, it came. There’s no reason why it won’t do the same thing here.”

Ian protested throughout Sarah’s speech, but she talked over him.

“Ian, we have to. If not us, who?” Adelaide said.

Ian looked at her in shock. He didn’t expect them to team up on this one, but it looked like he was left with no other choice.

Seeing this in Ian’s face, Sarah turned to Ludlow, who sat on a ledge above them looking utterly dejected. “Where’s the infant?”

“In a secure facility,” Ludlow mumbled apathetically.

“Where’s the facility?”

And with that, they were off again, driving to go pick up a baby T-Rex. Adelaide watched in awe as the world passed them by. Not only was she seeing things she’d never seen before, but the way Ian could just…drive a car like that.

Adelaide didn’t take trips in the car often. She didn’t go places often. It never ceased to amaze her how Beans could operate something so big and complicated, and everyone just did it every day like it was nothing. All those rules, all that technical skill, all that coordination. She didn’t think much of most Beans, but she had to commend them on that one.

Adelaide knew Ian had to be breaking some kind of rules with how fast he was going though, and how he crashed through a gate that had big, red sign that said, STOP. That probably wasn’t allowed.

They kept going until they reached a familiar gateway. It was a little smaller than the original, but in all the ways that mattered, this stone arch was the exact same one they saw when they entered the original Jurassic Park.

Beyond that was a bunch of equipment, and the car came to a screeching halt, temporarily sending Adelaide to the bottom of the pocket.

The Beans wasted no time hopping out of the car and heading toward a cage. The baby T-Rex laid there in a pile of hay, and Adelaide couldn’t help but feel sorry for the creature. It didn’t ask for this. She had to consistently remind herself that they were doing the right thing here, even if it was terrifying.

Sarah hoisted the baby out of the cage and carried it to the car, Ian opening the door for her.

“When the adult sees us again with his baby, isn’t he going to be like, ‘You!’? There may be some uh, angry recognition there,” Ian suggested as he climbed into the car.

“Who knows? He may be just happy to see us,” Sarah countered.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing?” A rough, masculine voice shouted at them from nearby. All three of them turned to see two men pointing guns at them.

Adelaide’s heart stopped. Anything but guns. She’d rather sit down and have a conversation with these two unknown giants. Because not only would a gun obliterate her, it had the power to kill Ian and Sarah with just one bullet. As Adelaide admired Beans for some of their inventions, she really despised them for others.

Besides a faint increase in heart rate though, Ian seemed unbothered. “We’re taking the kid. If you really want to stop us, shoot us,” he said.

Adelaide’s eyes widened. “Oh my god, you’re going to get us killed,” she muttered. Most of the time, Ian’s cockiness was admirable, even entertaining. Now did not feel like the time.

The men held their guns steadfast. They didn’t even blink.

Before she could think about the consequences of what she was about to do, Adelaide shouted, “Hey, hey! Look at me!” She waved her arms and tried to draw as much attention as possible.

Stunned at the sight of such a small being, the men faltered. Their weapons dipped. Ian used the temporary distraction to gun it, slamming on the pedal and sending the car flying backward.

Only when the men were small dots in her vision did Adelaide let herself breathe, but their adventure wasn’t over yet. That probably wasn’t even the hardest part. Hopefully they wouldn't tell their friends about her, but she also suspected nobody would believe them if they tried.

Curious, she dragged herself out of the pocket and up Ian’s shoulder. It took a lot longer than usual with the wind and the jerky movements of the car and the fact that she couldn’t use her left hand.

“Della, not now,” Ian sighed, knowing he couldn’t take his eyes off the road to help her if she fell.

“I got it,” Adelaide insisted, annoyed that he just assumed she would fall.

Once she made it to his shoulder, she stared back at Sarah and the baby in the backseat with wide eyes. It was so little, relatively speaking, and it looked dazed beyond belief. It had the same yellow eyes as its parents, but its pupil was massive.

“Is it okay?” Adelaide asked Sarah.

Sarah looked between Adelaide and the infant. “Yeah, just drugged out.” Then, something caught the woman’s gaze from way up above. Adelaide turned around to follow her line of sight, and there stood the full adult T-Rex, rampaging through the city. That was easy.

Adelaide finally took stock of their surroundings. She wasn’t exactly sure what a city was supposed to look like, but it certainly wasn’t supposed to look like this. Cars littered the streets, some upside-down, some on fire. Glass windows lining shops and restaurants were all smashed in, the glass scattered everywhere. People screamed and ran in every direction. It was amazing how much destruction one animal could cause.

Adelaide thought back to Jurassic Park when another Tyrannosaur knocked Ian into the air and sent him crashing down onto a roof. She remembered how small she felt then. She was feeling something quite similar now. Even together, all these big and powerful Beans stood no chance against it.

“He won’t know we have it unless it makes some kind of sound!” Ian shouted as Sarah tried to wake the baby up. But the T-Rex trained its eyes right on them. It knew.

Ian took off again, leaving Adelaide clinging on for dear life. Still, she was incredibly fascinated by the infant, getting to see it up close. She watched it blink and breathe and wiggle around. It was almost…cute? It was hard to believe it would grow up to be such a giant, horrifying monster.

Eventually, the baby was awake enough to start wailing. It hurt Adelaide’s ears like all loud noises did, but it also hurt her heart. It was scared and alone. It just wanted its parents. She could relate to that.

They raced along for what felt like ages. At any moment, that dinosaur could close in and smash them to pieces. Ian kept looking to his right, trying to find a way through the blurry warehouses.

“Is there a way through?” Sarah shouted.

“God, there could be,” Ian said nervously. Without thinking much about it, he jerked the steering wheel to the right and plowed through one of the warehouse doors. Luckily, the doors gave way and they made it through without injury. Unluckily, the car didn’t fare so well. On the surface, its windshield was severely cracked and the car was covered in scratches. He was sure it was even worse underneath.

Adelaide screamed, but also made it through unscathed. She didn’t even have time to process what just happened before Ian was out of the car and headed toward Sarah and the dinosaur.

“Trade you?” he said to Sarah, and Adelaide knew what that meant. She also knew protesting was useless, but that didn’t mean she was happy about it.

Ian gently took the infant from Sarah, then rolled his shoulder forward for Adelaide to fall off. She screamed again, unprepared for the fall. It never got any easier, falling from heights like that. To Beans, the fall itself was only a couple inches, and it was only over a four foot, maybe five foot drop. Scaled to borrower size, she fell a couple feet over a one hundred foot drop. There was always someone there to catch her, but the brief moment of weightlessness always gave her a mild heart attack. She preferred to have her own two feet firmly planted on solid ground where she could control her environment. But she chose to exist with giants. This was the price she would have to pay.

Adelaide landed with an exhale in Sarah’s soft hands. She blinked a couple of times to regain her bearings and found herself looking up at Sarah’s face.

“I got you,” Sarah assured her, and Adelaide gulped. She did this before. She could do it again. She trusted Sarah.

They ran along toward the wrecked boat, Adelaide bouncing up and down in Sarah’s hand.

“Where’s the Rex? Is it behind us?” Sarah asked.

As if on cue, the dinosaur smashed through the warehouse walls, leaving behind a much larger hole than their car. The sudden noise scared all three of them, but they didn’t slow down.

“Holy shit!” Adelaide hollered, instinctively ducking down for cover. “Sarah!” she called.

“Yup, got it!” Sarah responded, placing Adelaide in her pocket as softly as she could manage while running.

The boat was in sight. Then they were on it. Then Ian was depositing the baby dinosaur in the cargo hold. Then they were running again. Running straight to the edge of the boat.

Adelaide waited for them to slow down or make a hard left turn, but it never came. She realized too late that the Beans fully intended to hop over the railing and fall to the water below to escape the adult T-Rex. It would probably (hopefully) be too distracted by its baby to take any interest in them, especially down in the water.

“ Waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait !” Adelaide cried, but her voice was lost to the chaos around them.

Everyone was momentarily airborne, and then they crashed into the harbor.

Adelaide’s breath was knocked right out of her from the impact, and then she registered the cold. It was beyond freezing. She couldn’t feel anything - her toes, her fingers, her face. It was like she ceased to exist.

She probably would cease to exist momentarily if she didn’t find her way to the surface. The water was not only cold, but incredibly dark, too. Her air was running low, and it was only exacerbated by her panic. Adelaide flailed and flailed, gasping for breath that wouldn’t come. Water entered her lungs instead, which she instinctively coughed up along with the small amount of remaining air. Her grasp on consciousness was slipping fast.

As light as her body was, combined with all the flailing, Adelaide’s body found its way to the surface naturally. But the small, calm waves created by falling bodies may as well have been a tsunami to her.

Just when the lightheaded feeling threatened to overtake her, something large wrapped around her body and squeezed tight. It was probably someone’s hand. God, she hoped it was someone’s hand. It would be just her luck if a big sea creature came by to drag her down into the depths of the ocean.

Thankfully, she was right, because not seconds later her face found light and air. Adelaide didn’t even have time to struggle against the hand before it opened. Her body sprawled out across the palm as she coughed up all the remaining water in her lungs. It just kept going, more water kept coming out, and she still couldn’t find air. She thought surely she’d be able to breathe once she left the water, but only after a solid ten seconds of coughing was she able to take a meager breath.

After Ian was sure Adelaide was breathing, he swam toward the boat. He tried to keep her as stable as possible, but it wasn’t easy.

On her part, Adelaide felt like she was going to throw up from all the movement. She felt the waves overtake her body a couple times as Ian swam along, and each time she thought she might drown. After what felt like forever but was probably less than a minute, Ian dragged himself up a ladder and out of the water.

Adelaide thought the ocean was cold. The air was infinitely worse. Her jacket was no match for the cool night air of San Francisco when she was dry, and now she was soaked to the bone. She curled up into a ball to try to preserve heat, but it felt useless. Her body was incapable of doing anything but shivering.

Ian tried to talk to Adelaide this whole time, but she couldn’t hear him over the sound of her own teeth chattering, so he gave up for the time being. As long as she was breathing she’d be fine for a couple more minutes. He cupped her to his chest and followed Sarah up some stairs. Reaching the control panel, he wasted no time in smashing the button to close the cargo hold. Now all he could do was watch anxiously as Sarah readied the tranquilizer.

A helicopter flew by full of men with guns. There could only be one reason they were there - to kill the T-Rex.

Adelaide heard the commotion above and tried to peek out to see what was going on. Uncurling her body let the cold air back in though, and she started shivering more. Ian cupped her closer to his chest, absently shushing her but keeping his eyes trained on the Rex. There was nothing so important going on that she needed to see.

Adelaide didn’t fight it. Something in the back of her mind told her she was supposed to be miffed, but a larger part of her mind said, cold.

Being in such a small space next to a massive being that absolutely radiated heat helped a lot, but Ian was also soaking wet. His T-shirt felt cold and water dripped down his body and onto hers. What she wouldn’t give for a towel right now.

A final clang and the absence of dinosaur noises signaled to Adelaide that it was over. “We won, right?” she called up to Ian. They had to have won.

Ian distractedly looked down at her, then laughed at her over-simplification of the situation. “Oh yeah, we won,” he said. He looked back at Sarah, then back to the enclosure. She successfully tranquilized the dinosaur just before the big cargo hold doors slammed shut. The T-Rex was going home, and so were they.

The ride back to Sarah’s place was quiet. Adelaide remained in place, still trying (unsuccessfully) to warm up her small body. Sarah and Ian were just too shell-shocked to say anything. What was there to say, anyway?

They promptly bypassed and ignored any security personnel who tried to stop them or ask questions. That could be an issue for later, but they were tired, cold, and wet. They wanted to go home.

The door slammed closed as they reentered. “We’re back!” Ian called out, and Kelly only gave them a brief glance and a wave. Then, seeing what they looked like, she did a double take.

“What happened?!” she asked, attention fully on the adults now.

“Oh, you know. Fought some bad guys. Saved some dinosaurs,” Ian shrugged, searching for a hook to hang the car keys on. Sarah snatched them from his hand and tossed them on the table.

“Great! So they’re headed back to the island?”

“You got it.”

For the first time in a while, Adelaide’s surroundings changed. Light filtered in and she whined when she was pulled away from the radiator that was Ian’s body.

She was placed on something mildly soft, which wasn’t half-bad. Then that soft thing wrapped around her body just a little too tight, pinning her arms and legs in place, and she was lifted into the air again.

Adelaide’s eyes whipped open and she violently wriggled in place, trying to free herself of the towel. Above her was Ian’s face.

“You gotta warm up, Della,” Ian said, holding the bundle against his chest and anticipating her protest .

Adelaide tried to stay calm as she spoke, but it felt like her confines were getting tighter by the second. Despite her efforts, her voice shook. “Ian, let me go. I’m seriously…I’m seriously going to freak out.”

“Okay, okay,” he said, setting her back down on the table and unwrapping her so that the towel only draped loosely over her body. “But don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

With that, Ian disappeared. Adelaide took a shaky breath and considered her options while she laid there. She wasn’t frozen anymore, but it still wasn’t warm, especially with the way her clothes still clung to her body. Impatient, she sat up, looking for a better way to dry off. After a bit of searching, her eyes fell on a heating vent down by the floor across the room. If the disturbance of the various objects around it was any indication, it looked to be on.

That settled it. Adelaide stood up, letting the towel fall to her feet. She pulled her hook out of her bag, which now reeked of old, wet clothes. That would have to be a later problem. She turned to latch her hook onto the edge of the table, but when she did so, she was faced with the torso of a human.

Adelaide jumped, but it was just Kelly. How did she not hear the girl coming? Looking around nervously, Adelaide noted that they were alone. Obviously she trusted Kelly, but without another adult nearby…

“I thought my dad said not to move,” Kelly said. There was fascination in her eyes. Now that they weren’t concerned with dinosaurs or running for their lives, Kelly marveled over how cool it was that there was a tiny person living with her dad.

“Well, your dad’s not the boss of me,” Adelaide said, hoping the girl wasn’t going to stop her, but Kelly only smirked in response. Something about the rebellion of it all or whatever.

It didn’t look like she was going anywhere though, so Adelaide was going to have to climb down with a giant studying her every move. It wasn’t like she’d never done that before, but she didn’t know Kelly super well, and it was hard to miss the way the girl emanated, ‘I want to hold you’.

Adelaide gulped, then swung herself over the edge. She gasped in pain when she tried to grab the thread with her left hand. With that hand out of commission, it was much harder to do anything, especially climb. She squeezed her legs tight to the thread and slowly let herself slide down, using her functional hand to steady herself. She should have asked for help, but it certainly wasn’t going to be Kelly, and she vaguely recalled instructions from Ian to stay put.

To Adelaide’s delight, Kelly stayed rooted in place, though it was a little too close, and she could physically feel the eyes tracking her every move. When she made it to the ground, she flicked her hook off the table and eyed the pink socked feet standing less than a foot away. Adelaide steeled herself, then ran toward the heating vent. It took far too long due to her stubborn insistence on sticking close to the walls and refusing to cross the center of the room. The center was where giants walked. The center was a no-go zone.

When Adelaide made it a decent distance, she felt a tremor shake the ground. Startled, she glanced up. Kelly was following her. A comment about 'backing off' was on the tip of her tongue, but that probably wasn't nice. She didn’t know what else to say though, so she didn’t say anything - just took a deep breath and kept moving, trying to ignore the earthquakes in the ground and the massive presence casting a shadow on her.

Adelaide made it to the vent without incident. Thankfully, she was right. It was blowing heat. She collapsed in front of it, thrilled to have some kind of warmth. The towel was fine enough, but the large fibers were scratchy and the moving, heated air would dry her off faster. And it felt so good .

Another longer tremor shook her into active perception and she rolled over to see Kelly laying on her stomach. The girl crossed her arms and rested her head on them, studying Adelaide.

“Can I help you?” Adelaide asked through gritted teeth.

“Nah,” Kelly shrugged.

“Okay…um…what are you doing?”

“Looking.”

“Right,” Adelaide said uncomfortably and a bit awkwardly. She turned back toward the vent, then noticed something along the wall.

Tucked in the corner was a small hole expertly concealed by dark molding. Even Adelaide hardly noticed it, and she liked to think she was quite perceptive. Pushing herself to her feet, she inched toward the hole. It could just be a mouse hole. Or a bug hole. Or just worn due to age. Or…

Even stronger shaking in the ground alerted Adelaide, but when she turned around, it wasn’t Kelly. Kelly was looking back over her shoulder at Ian and Sarah who had just returned.

Ian looked at the empty towel, then at his feet. He didn’t need to panic just yet. He knew when he asked Adelaide to stay there that there was a fifty percent chance she’d listen.

Kelly shot to her feet, not wanting to give Adelaide’s position away. She liked to think they were conspiring. Against what, exactly? Maybe her dad? It didn’t matter, but she wanted to protect her new friend.

Adelaide scrambled back when Kelly was suddenly on her feet and infinitely taller. She blocked the borrower’s view of Ian, but she couldn’t imagine he was very happy.

“Where’s Adelaide?”

Kelly made a noise that kind of sounded like ‘idunno’.

Ian thought his daughter was responsible (for the most part) and very smart. He hated to consider that she might have picked Adelaide up and stuffed her away. “Kelly…”

“I’m down here,” Adelaide sighed. A long lost feeling crept over her - one that she quite enjoyed. She realized that she kind of missed sneaking around, that she missed being this mysterious, unpredictable being who didn’t have to let the giant know when she went anywhere. She really didn’t want to give away what she was doing and she desperately wanted to explore Sarah’s walls.

Ian took Kelly by the shoulders and lightly moved her out of the way. He approached Adelaide and knelt down when he got close. “Why?”

“The vent,” Adelaide explained. “Heat.” She saw he was completely dry again and felt a hint of jealousy.

Ian noticed the hole in the wall behind Adelaide. He reached past her to poke his finger into it. “What’s this?” he asked.

Adelaide stepped back out of respect for the sheer size of his hand as it soared over and next to her body. The feeling of being cornered might have played a part in it as well. “That’s what I’m about to find out…And get your finger out of there.” She didn’t want to hint that there might be other borrowers. That wouldn’t be fair to them if they did exist. It was kind of hard to hide, though.

Ian was going to protest. He really wanted to. But he was trying to keep Adelaide’s request to trust her in mind. It was getting increasingly difficult. “Why don’t we - why don’t we rest for a while…first. You’re still soaked.”

“Vent. Heat,” Adelaide repeated matter-of-factly.

“You’ll have…oodles and uh, oodles of time to explore later. I promise.”

Adelaide could see him fighting with himself in his head. Maybe she would go later while the Beans slept. She didn’t think Ian would poke around, but given his recent protective streak, she wouldn’t put it past him to hover while she ventured through the walls. She also appreciated the effort he put in to not just tell her to stop. Reluctantly, but with a small smile on her face anyway, Adelaide gave in. “Fine.”

Without warning, Ian scooped her up and cupped her to his chest. Adelaide fell back into his palm, trying to stay off her injured hand. “Ian Malcolm!” she complained.

Ian plopped down on the couch with a towel, all of the exhaustion finally oozing out of his body. Adelaide rolled around, trying to get herself upright, then used his arm as a bridge to the arm of the couch. Sarah and Kelly shortly joined them and not long after, Ian and Sarah were fast asleep.

Neither Adelaide nor Kelly found themselves that tired. Kelly busied herself with watching the TV, but seeing it was about Jurassic Park and the incident in San Diego, Adelaide decided to tune it out while she dried herself off. And after a while, even Kelly had to succumb to the exhaustion in her bones. Her head gave one final bob as she nodded off.

Bored, Adelaide wandered over to the side table. She eyed the massive phone sitting on a receiver, and an idea came to her. Ian vaguely showed her how to use a phone after they came back from Isla Nublar, and she thought she remembered most of it. If not, she could probably figure it out. How hard could it be?

Adelaide kicked at the phone, but it didn’t budge. Then she leaned her back up against it, using her legs to push backward.

The phone gave way and clattered loudly to the table below. Adelaide fell with it, and pain spiked up her hand. Beyond that, she was fine. She rose to her feet and dusted herself off, glancing at the Beans to see if she’d woken them up. They slept on.

The phone emitted a prolonged noise, and Adelaide absently hoped she didn’t break it.

She dug a piece of paper out from the bottom of her bag. It was soggy and soft and dirty and she could barely read the writing, but it was there.

Slowly, Adelaide clambered up onto the phone itself. It wobbled under her feet and she had to stick her arms out to maintain her balance. Looking from the paper to the phone, she stomped on the corresponding numbers. Then it rang.

Maybe she shouldn’t have done this. Maybe she was being rash. What would she even say? She didn’t know how to hang up though, so at this point, it was happening.

After two and a half rings, the voice of Dr. Ellie Sattler spoke through the phone. “Hello?”

Last

#jurassic park #ian malcolm #g/t #giant/tiny #jurassic park g/t #gt #size difference

10 notes · View notes

nessiesspeakeasy · 7 months

Text

Kinktober Day 30: Ritual

Adelaide and Jacob, the avatar guardians for Cthulhu, must get in contact with their god, but Adelaide has a favorite way of contacting "The Big Guy."

Rated Mature. Rituals, Ritual Sex, Tentacles, Tentacle Sex, Mild Blood, Threesome - F/M/M, Established Relationship.

You can read this on my AO3.

Adelaide had woken up first, leaving her husband to sleep in a little longer. She got the coffee going and went out to chop wood. The physical activity always woke her up and shook off any extra grumpiness she had. When she’d finished, she went inside and found Jacob watching her through the window. She smirked and took the coffee he handed her. She sipped the hot liquid, black with a shot of whiskey and a dash of cream.

They walked together to the beach, drinking their coffee and sitting in the cold, morning sand. When it was finished, they stripped their clothes and waded into the ocean. Adelaide jumped into Jacob’s arms so he could toss her out into the ocean. As she hit the water, she transformed into her large, eldritch form. Tentacles and sharp teeth and claws. She swam back to him, circling his much larger, eel-like eldritch form.

The two, Hydra and Dagon, swam and played and ate fish for breakfast. When they were full, they returned to Innsmouth, the home Jacob had opened to Adelaide. Dressed, she jumped on his back, broad and rippling with muscle. She wrapped her legs around his waist and bit his ear. He kept her secure, walking them back to the house while she held their mugs.

He kicked the front door shut and easily pulled her around to his front to pin her against the wall. She kissed him as he felt her up, squeezing her ass and biting her breasts. She ground on him, loving how it made him bite her harder.

A knock on the door stopped them and she bit his lip, a promise to continue after he’d tended to his mayoral duties. She moved out of sight as he greeted the first of many to enter their home and go to his office.

She kept busy, fixing the house, the yard, and getting lunch ready. When Jacob broke away for lunch, she straddled his lap on the kitchen table and fed him. He sucked on her fingers.

“We need to get in touch with Cthulhu,” he said. It was the first words they’d said to each other all day.

She frowned. “Why?”

“There’s reports of creatures showing up and there’s concern they’re hostile.”

She smirked, popping a piece of food in his mouth. “It’s been too long since I’ve had a good fight.”

He hummed, biting her finger. Her eyes filled with lust as his tongue wrapped around it.

“I take it we’re going to do a ritual?”

He nodded, not releasing her finger.

She had everything ready by the time Jacob was off. She waited in their bedroom, naked, in the middle of a huge circle full of Cthulhu’s symbols. Jacob found her, smirked and began to undress.

They did not need to have sex to call upon their god. It was Adelaide’s preference. She was always a flirt and it had gotten them closer to the Eldritch god in a day than Jacob had in over two hundred years. He always admired how much of a cannonball she was.

He stripped and sat down across from her. She scooted onto his lap and kissed him. She cut her finger and handed him the knife, dropping her blood onto the symbols next to them. She kissed and licked his neck as he did the same, her thick, bouncing curls catching in his beard. They’d flirted all day and she wanted him. She ground her hips on his cock as Jacob said the summoning spell. She bit him, feeling him harden against her pussy. She slipped onto him easily, riding him and kissing him as he tried not to falter with his words.

“You’ve been a tease all day,” she said once he was done.

He laughed.

All around them, the air turned heavy and their limbs felt light. Cold, thick tentacles wrapped around them. Adelaide grinned wickedly. “Hey, Big Guy.” A tentacle pressed against her cheek. She kissed it, biting it gently as it rubbed her chest fondly.

The tentacles tightened around them, reaching for Jacob and pressed a tentacle into his ass, fucking it. He kissed her harder, moaning. Two more reached for Ada, filling her ass and pussy, making her ride both it and Jacob’s cock. The tentacles fucked the two of them, leaving them moaning and desperately kissing each other. In their minds, the question of the creatures.

A resounding ‘kill’ echoed.

Adelaide smiled wide, excited, the thrill of the hunt finally hers again. She moaned loudly as the tentacles went faster. Jacob’s tongue danced around hers, moans hot on her mouth, hands roaming her body as hers rubbed all those tentacles around them.

This was always her preference and he couldn’t deny it was his as well.

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #monsters #rated mature #tentacles #ritual #ritual sex #little-bit-o-blood #F eldritch shapeshifter/ M eldritch shapeshifter/ Cthulhu

12 notes · View notes

coletteblackwell · 2 months

Text

Red String of fate [Alastor x Reader] pt.3

As Alastor finally arrived home, he discarded the empty whiskey bottle into the rubbish bin outside the house, the glass bottle clinking loudly in the large canister. He approached the front door, opening the lantern and blowing the flame out, placing the lantern down with a gentle clink from the metal on the rocks. He unlocked the door as subtly he could, knowing it was long past his mothers bed time. The hinges squeaked while the door opened, he entered the cozy home with his loafers clicking on the wood of the floor, he kicked them off before entering further, not wanting to track dirt in the house. Now walking in his socks, his foot steps were much softer as he made his way through the dimly lit home. He made his way to the living room, where he heard faint music coming through the scratchy radio on the table. When he walked into the room silently he saw his mother, asleep on the couch, listening to her favorite radio station. He smiled endearingly at the sight, rolling his sleeves up as he walked towards her. He turned off the radio slowly before returning his attention to his mother. Adelaide laid against the couch, probably fallen asleep listening to one of her favorite radio shows from earlier in the night. He stood next to her sleeping form for a moment, studying the situation. He held a deep breath and patiently snuck his arms underneath his mother, one on her upper back and another under her knees. As he secured her, he lifted and carried her to her bedroom, making sure to not hit her on the door frames or move too quickly. She worked fairly hard throughout the day, he didn't want to upset her slumber, but if he left her on the couch all he would hear tomorrow would be complaints from crooked sleep. Reaching her bedroom, he placed her in the queen sized bed. She was a fairly deep sleeper, so she only stirred when being placed into the firm mattress. Being the devoted son that he was, after she was placed he covered her with the throw blanket on the end of the bed. He retreated from her bedroom, the padding of his socks making his footsteps just barely audible. He turned off her bedroom light before closing the door after him, leaving it open just a crack, how she liked it. He walked through the hallways, rolling his shoulders as he strides. He stretched his shoulders and rubbed his lower back. His bones popping quietly as he stretched, a hushed groan escaping his lips from the relief. As he arrived back into the living room he decided to straighten the house before bed. Starting with the living room, he reorganized the cushions while humming a love song to himself. The huskiness from his voice rumbled in his chest while he made the romantic tones. In his moments of mindless tasks he found himself thinking of you. He smiled to himself as he folded the homemade crouch blankets neatly. A familiar electricity going through his chest, feeling it all through his fingertips while he thought of the moment with you today, it was the closest he's gotten to ever making a move on you. Although Alastor seemed confident, he had his insecurities just like everyone else. His eyes flickered around the room looking for another task, trying to distract himself from the excitement bubbling in him while he reminisced. He had wanted to make a move on you for years, but he too was terrified of rejection from you. In his eyes, you were the most beautiful girl in all of Louisiana, he was sure you had your eyes set on another man, why only limit your horizons to him? He was sure you didn't feel the same way, but he still liked to flirt with you in attempts to winning you over. His heart stung with coldness as he thought of you being with another man, freezing in his tracks as he unwillingly gave himself the mental image of you kissing another man, the feeling of nausea entering his system. He through his head back and sighed. Tossing the folded blankets into the wicker basket. -

If i run out of space one more time im going to cry

#alastorhh #human alastor #literature #alastor #alastor x reader #fantasy #fanfic #fandom #hazbin hotel #slowburn #romance #cute #fluff

6 notes · View notes

failing-to-write-again · 10 months

Text

The Dancer and The Deadbeat

The poll has spoken and so here is the first installment in the Shu rewrite.

Since these releases are a series, if you want to be tagged to be alerted when the next part comes up just say so in your reblog. :)

I hope you enjoy it, this is a new thing for me so constructive critiques are appreciated.

Contents page will be linked HERE.

Prologue Part 1-Ch 1

“So he's dead.”

“Lizzie! Show some respect”

“He’s hardly deserving of it anymore, Charlotte. But yes Liz, that's what the report said, he went ahead with that ridiculous plan for her and was killed by the sons.”

“He’s still the one who took us in, Adelaide. That has to be deserving of some respect.”

“He was being selfish, he was the one who could keep spoiled vampires away from us. Without him we are going to die.”

“Victoria!”

“Don’t ‘Victoria’ me, it's true. We’re human no matter how long we live. The second word is out everyone who knows of our existence will be on us. We might be able to keep them away, but those who do not know our history will be harder to dissuade.”

“Since when has that been our approach?”

Eyes all turned to the latest addition to the conversation. Standing in the open door was Evelyn, the oldest among them, and within the foyer of the recently deceased Richter Sakamaki sat four women. The five of them looked to be no older than 21, however, they had long since passed that age by centuries.

You see while vampires are naturally immortal there are magical ways to keep humans around should they be useful. Richter had taken the girls in, and while the occupants of the foyer would doubt his intentionality, each of them worked well together and filled in each other's gaps as ‘sisters’. Yet Richter had never sought to turn them, so really who is to say what his thought process was.

Adelaide was leaning against a side table. She was the second eldest and was taken in with her biological sister Evelyn. Her hair was dark and long, when not in the braided updo she wore daily, it fell to her mid-thighs. Her eyes were a sharp, cold blue, near ice like in colour identical to Evelyn. Her crisp white blouse tucked into waist high flared black pants, giving a baggy effect which defeated the point of the corset she wore. Something about bras being less comfortable and feeling less secure, always the traditionalist. Incredibly irritating chess opponent as well. From the frizz-less top of her head, past her manicured, black painted nails, all the way down to her red-bottom clad toes she was the image of a bond villain.

Victoria sat, one leg crossed over the other on a chaise. Her bobbed, blonde hair a stark contrast to Adelaide, yet their expressions could not be more alike. Well put together in a maroon commuter suit, not an eyebrow out of place or revealing more emotion than vague disinterest. Hazel's eyes focused on the new entrant, waiting for instruction. Also a nightmare to play chess with, and poker. Far too competitive really. She resembled the CEO you expect to encounter in those Hallmark movies where Christmas and joy are illegal.

Nearby Charlotte was leaning back in a wingback chair, fingers laced together resting by red stained lips and legs crossed as comfortably as a black pencil skirt and grey shirt allowed. Her collarbone length brunette hair blocking the sides of her face from view, brown eyes lost in thought. For a survivor of the Reign of Terror her maintained humanity was shocking. Unlike Adelaide and Victoria, when it came to chess you had a chance to beat her on the board if you didn’t let her talk. She wasn’t as overtly maniacal in appearance. More akin to the secretary you write off who’s really the one who holds the entire operation up.

Elizabeth was half laying back on the other end of Victoria’s chaise. Arms crossed and legs kicked out in front of her and crossed the ankles, boot clad feet rhythmically tapping against each other. She sat scowling at the fire crackling gently, probably running through garden management to stretch resources to lay as low as possible for the foreseeable. Her black skinny jeans still held grass stains regardless of how many washes they were put through, and a wide strapped tank top displayed well tanned and toned arms with odd scratches and marks. Hates chess, last time she played she flipped the board to be permitted to return to her own devices.

Leading this small group was Evelyn, flared blue jeans with heeled boots, matched with a white sweater acting as almost an alternate reality Adelaide. While she had tawny hair in a ponytail sitting considerably shorter than the thigh-length locs of her sister, her blue eyes could have been copy pasted. As the charismatic elder she tied together her sisters to view a more bigger picture approach, abysmal at chess however, gets too bored with the idea of line memorization.

Taking her seat in another armchair Evelyn tossed a letter from her back pocket onto the coffee table in the centre of the group.

“Karl Heinz knows Richter had human women, he’s planned to spread them out between vampire allies of his. He thinks the head of staff is the butler and left the head of staff as responsible for where each of the staff is sent.”

At that Victoria stood scoffing in exasperation.

“Exactly as I said. Yet you tell me we have a different approach rather than face the reality! Are we not even his heirs?”

Holding up a hand Evelyn began once again.

“No, it isn’t. He wants to send his sons and adopted ones some of us, with orders to not kill them.” Pausing, it was Elizabeth who spoke this time.

“What are you getting at here?”

“So we pick our poison and bind our time?” Adelaide’s arms rose to cross her chest as she gleaned the meaning of her sister’s words.

When dealing with vampires it was the strong belief of the group that it was easier to let them think you were going along with them to a degree. While vampires often threaten to kill boring prey it is always troublemakers who die fastest, if you let them think you’re fairly docile you can generally bend the situation to favour you in some way. At least that's how every other vampire Richter allowed within his castle was, annoying until you could get them to hang themselves in front of Richter. He didn’t take lightly any attempts to get close to his so-called ‘children’. That and the fact young dukes and barons are so averse to acknowledging the fact they were raised to be repressed fools. Give them some attention, toss them some compliment and they start doing what you want while denying they are for weeks. Vampire’s being a more predator-like species aren’t as directed towards social interactions to the level of humans, their habit of looking down upon what they view as lesser often bit them in the ass. The mere existence of vampire hunters makes that point far more evident than any extensive essay on vampire culture could.

The majority of the true humans kept about by Richter were released upon his death as per his will, the few remaining were prisoners of no consequence and sent off. The exception being the five girls meant to be inheriting the estate, alas the fool had not changed the will as he wanted to wait to be on his deathbed to not give anyone time to try to slip in to replace them. From all of Richter’s musings they had discerned enough to know, while not ideal, the Sakamaki sons and Mukami brothers were a safer choice. That and the Tsukinami… prince? King? Safe may be a strong word but predictable reactions meant at the bare minimum you could prepare.

“No way is Reiji a smart idea. He is going to be cut throat from all accounts.” Evelyn chalked her cue as she watched the ball she hit bounce off the table edge millimetres off target. Adelaide lined up a shot at a corner pocket as she gave an admittedly weak defence of her choice.

“I agree, but it seems he hyperfocuses that aggression on manners. All you have to do is stick to proper decorum. Shu is more likely to pass you off to one of the younger ones who will kill you and fast.” The ball spun once hit falling into the table with a click. The decision of where Charlotte, Victoria, and Elizabeth were going was made quickly. Elizabeth and Charlotte as the youngest, paired with the loyalty the Mukamis seemed to have towards Karl Heinz, meant it was not a hard choice to send them where they were least likely to be harmed. Victoria, being younger than the blue eyed pair had to accept their decision in sending her to Carla, a vampire suspected to be suffering from the Endzeit virus. How could someone being actively weakened by disease pass up on compliant food? The remaining issue serving as a sticking point was neither Adelaide or Evelyn felt comfortable with the other going to a Sakamaki brother.

Adelaide maintained that while more open to violent methods,of the recovered sacrificial bride autopsies were to be believed, seemed to be the most likely to have a reasoning behind his actions. From what Richter had told them Reiji ran the daily household events and was a stickler for manners. Adelaide being the most ‘stiff’ of them all would seem ideal to Reiji as a source of blood easier to keep alive. She felt Shu, what with rarely showing up at events you would expect him to, and passing over brides to his brothers to dispose of meant he was less likely to bother preventing harm to her sister. She was arguing that Evelyn should go with Reiji.

Evelyn meanwhile agreed with nearly all points aside from the fact that Adelaide wanted to go with Reiji. In her eyes Adie would not last a day with Reiji, nor would any of them. Evelyn was confident she could at least avoid him until able to get a proper exit strategy made for them. The theory of Adelaide being mannerly enough to have an easier time handling him was too risky. In response to that Adelaide repeated how Evelyn’s ballet history means she would be liked by Shu, who had been seen by Richter at many Royal recitals. Whereas she would be too stiff and boring, thus easier to send to the wayside.

Ultimately, a decision had to be made, Adelaide’s concern of Evie being left in the hands of a vampire so lazy to avoid eating losing to the age card. That did not, however, ease any of the oldest’s concerns when her sisters were split between three cars, their phones taken, or meeting said creepy vampires . She especially did not like how Laito and Ayato had looked at them, or how Reiji reacted to the announcement he was to be paired with Adelaide. The only comfort being that Shu lived up to expectation exactly; he would be easy to work around to afford her time to form an escape plan.

As the five brothers dispersed after introductions, only she and Shu were left. Evelyn let her eyes trace around the room as she slowly turned in a circle before finally returning to land on the blonde lazing under a window. Evelyn could appreciate that he wasn’t too hard on the eyes, and seemed to be closer to her age than most other vampires she had been forced to interact with.

While busy musing over where in the shit to good scale her situation lay, he opened his eyes and began to speak.

“I’m not going to bother draining you so don’t look at me so expectantly.”

“Excuse me?”

“And I’m not going to sleep with you either, you’re staring like you expect me to do something. You’re not worth the effort.”

Sealing his position as manageable asshole, Evelyn resigned to stand and look rather cross as a signifier of her less than stellar mood. Her fingers drummed to the tempo of some dance long forgotten, a waltz maybe? It was hard to say what it was just a melody passing through her brain from a long lost memory.

The vampire spoke again.

“Women like you are all so boring. You offer your body to try get close to the head of the household. You’ve chosen the wrong person to do that, I have no interest in such things.”

“I honestly have no idea what you're on about. I didn’t choose to be here and I’ve just met you.”

“God what a pain.”

And then he was gone.

#shu sakamaki #diabolik lovers #shu sakamaki x reader #The Dancer and The Deadbeat

11 notes · View notes

stanbondsecurity · 5 months

Text

Why is Crimsafe in Adelaide a trusted brand for security doors?

Crimsafe in Adelaide: A Trusted Shield for Home Security

In the heart of Adelaide, where a balance of lifestyle and security is paramount, Crimsafe has emerged as a trusted brand for homeowners seeking robust protection without compromising on aesthetics. Crimsafe security doors have become synonymous with unparalleled strength, innovative design, and unwavering reliability, making them the go-to choice for safeguarding homes in Adelaide.

Unmatched Strength and Durability: Crimsafe security doors are engineered with cutting-edge technology and materials, ensuring unparalleled strength and durability. The brand's unique screw-clamp system, known as the Screw-Clamp™, adds an extra layer of robustness, making it an effective deterrent against forced entry attempts.

Adelaide-Proof Design: Adelaide experiences a range of weather conditions, from scorching summers to cooler winters. Crimsafe security doors are designed to withstand the diverse climate of Adelaide, ensuring longevity and consistent performance in the face of temperature fluctuations, rain, and other environmental factors.

Optimal Ventilation without Compromising Security: Crimsafe's distinctive design allows for optimal airflow and ventilation without compromising on security. This is especially important in Adelaide, where residents appreciate the fresh air and cooling breezes. The mesh technology in Crimsafe doors provides a barrier against intruders while maintaining a comfortable living environment.

Sleek Aesthetics and Customization: Crimsafe understands that security doesn't mean sacrificing aesthetics. Their security doors come in a range of sleek designs and finishes, complementing the architectural diversity found across Adelaide homes. Homeowners can customize their doors to seamlessly blend with their exterior aesthetics.

Smart Security Integration: Adelaide residents are tech-savvy, and Crimsafe doesn't fall short in catering to modern preferences. Crimsafe security doors can be seamlessly integrated with smart home technology, allowing homeowners to monitor and control their security features remotely, enhancing the overall security infrastructure.

Trusted by Adelaide Residents: Crimsafe has earned the trust of Adelaide residents through years of consistent performance and reliable protection. The brand's reputation for delivering on its promises and providing peace of mind has made it a staple choice for those prioritizing home security in Adelaide.

Professional Installation: Crimsafe's effectiveness relies not only on the quality of its products but also on precise installation. The brand emphasizes professional installation, ensuring that security doors are fitted securely, eliminating vulnerabilities and maximizing their protective capabilities.

Industry-Leading Warranty: Crimsafe stands behind the durability and performance of its products with an industry-leading warranty. This commitment to customer satisfaction adds an extra layer of assurance for Adelaide homeowners, reinforcing the trust they place in the Crimsafe brand.

In conclusion, Crimsafe in Adelaide has established itself as a trusted brand for security doors, offering a perfect synergy of strength, style, and technological innovation. As Adelaide residents continue to prioritize the security of their homes, Crimsafe remains a reliable and respected choice, providing a robust shield against potential threats while enhancing the overall appeal of residential spaces.

#Crimsafe in Adelaide #Crimsafe Adelaide #Adelaide #Crimsafe #security doors #security screens #crimsafe security #security screen doors #australia #screen doors #security doors in adelaide #screen doors adelaide

0 notes

grandviewwindows01 · 23 hours

Text

Security Screens Adelaide

Grandview Windows offers top-notch security screens in Adelaide, providing an ideal blend of safety and style for your home or office. These robust screens are designed to protect against intruders without compromising on natural light or ventilation. Made from high-quality, durable materials, Grandview Windows' security screens are tailored to fit perfectly with your existing windows and doors. Their professional installation ensures maximum security and a flawless finish. With a focus on excellence and customer satisfaction, Grandview Windows delivers reliable and aesthetically pleasing security solutions. For more information, visit Grandview Windows.

#Security Screens Adelaide #bi fold doors adelaide #glass sliding doors adelaide

0 notes

shutterplus · 1 year

Text

The Ultimate Guide To Buying Roller Shutters

Roller shutters Adelaide are popular because they offer a practical, attractive, and cost-effective solution to bring security and insulation to all types of buildings- industrial, residential, and commercial.

#Roller Shutter Adelaide #plantation shutters adelaide #security doors adelaide

0 notes

theroyalthornoliachronicles · 2 years

Photo

Palais de Thornolie, Bal Blanc: 27 April 1850, 22:45

Marquis de Tourac: Where are we going?

Madame Adelaide: [Whispers] Quiet...In here.

Marquis de Tourac: Addy...Whatever is the matter? You’ve appeared out of sorts since I laid eyes on you this evening.

Madame Adelaide: My Papa...he...he’s made it quite clear I am unallowed to partake in la saison.

Marquis de Tourac: Quoi?

Madame Adelaide: He says Oliver must be its primary focus. That his choice of bride eclipses all else...which means-

Marquis de Tourac: I cannot court you...

Madame Adelaide: Ugh! This is so unfair! It’s not as if Papa is oblivious to the fact Oliver has already made his decision! Even Oliver believes the whole matter to be ridiculous! If only I-

Marquis de Tourac: Addy.

Marquis de Tourac: All will be well.

Madame Adelaide: How can you possibly say that when-

Marquis de Tourac: Ma chérie, you forget. I am willing to wait for you. However long it takes.

Madame Adelaide: You...You’ll wait for me?

Marquis de Tourac: En effet. My heart has and will only ever belong to you. If waiting a bit longer is what it takes to secure your hand, I am more than happy to do so.

Madame Adelaide: You have no idea how much your words soothe my soul.

Marquis de Tourac: I imagine all this fretting was the reason you have not responded to any of my letters?

Madame Adelaide: [Sighs] Oui...

Marquis de Tourac: [Chuckles] Try and have a bit more faith in me next time, ma chérie. I am not so easily swayed.

Madame Adelaide: I shall endeavour to try.

Marquis de Tourac: Très bon.

[Giggling Heard From Outside the Door]

Madame Adelaide: Someone’s coming.

Marquis de Tourac: I should take my leave. The last thing I wish to do is put you in any sort of compromising position. I’ll make plans to speak with mon père. Just this morning he was asking of my prospects, and I am certain once he hears of my intentions toward you, he will speak to Monsieur le Roi on our behalf. We will find a way.

Madame Adelaide: Do you swear it?

Marquis de Tourac: On my honour. Now, I must go. Save a dance for me?

Madame Adelaide: Lucky for you, my dance card is quite clear.

Marquis de Tourac: Until then, ma chérie.

Previous | Beginning | Next

44 notes · View notes

nctquiteshakespeare · 3 months

Text

duchess bonfamille is a 43 year old human based on duchess from the aristocats. she is a vocal coach with no powers. she uses she/her pronouns, and most of her memories are intact !

INFO.

full name: duchess bonfamille

date of birth: september 24th, 1980

hometown: to be added

zodic: libra sun, aries moon, virgo rising

sexuality: hetero (as far as she knows)

education: college graduate

occupation: vocal coach

height: 5'1

hair: blonde

eye color: blue

tattoos/piercings: earlobes

markings: dimples when she smiles

mother: adelaide bonfamille (adopted)

father: unknown

siblings: n/a

pets: n/a

PERSONALITY.

positive traits: classy, compassionate, protective, kind, secure

negative traits: stern, stubborn, overbearing, reserved, excessive

fears: losing her mother, failing her children

likes: white wine, cheese and grapes, cleanliness, expensive perfume, art, music, dancing, singing, everything paris, jewelry

dislikes: her house being dirty, crass language, her children hurting, fighting, being doubted, being away from her mother, an empty nest

hobbies: playing piano, singing, caring for her plants, cleaning, shopping

aesthetics: pearl necklaces on a spotless dresser, lipstick stains on wine glasses, a claw tub overflowing with bubbles, golden edged mirrors, humming to succulents, pristine white sheets, a wedding ring stashed in the bottom drawer, dangling earrings, long blonde locks without a hair out of place, the first glimpse of sunlight slipping through the window, an elegant breakfast spread, photobooks of memories, that lonely dull ache in your chest that refuses to go away, silent crying behind closed doors

HEADCANONS.

duchess is someone that tries very hard to seem put together when, in reality, she only feels like she is falling apart.

though she holds her head high, duchess often feels like she failed as a mother, a wife and a daughter. despite knowing there was nothing she could do to get back to her own mother, she misses her deeply. she is the only family she's ever known outside of her kids, never caring to reach out to her birth parents as she had everything she needed in ms. bonfamille and now, after so many years of having her in her corner, rooting her on, she feels almost completely... lost without her. she knows who she is, but does find herself doubting it from time to time.

she loves the idea of falling in love, especially now that marie, berlioz and toulouse have their own lives she's not nearly as involved in, but the idea of love is a little frightening. after her only real relationship fell apart, she's not sure she could put herself through that again. though she knows she is a beautiful woman, her lack of suitors does make her question it - maybe she is just meant to stay single?

her children are her pride and joy and she would do anything for them. she would lay her life on the line. she knows that there were times she coddled them too much, and others that she was too strict, trying to mold them into the perfect versions of themselves they could be... but all she ever wanted was for them to be happy. now that they're out of the nest, now that they're getting through life without her protection, she looks at everything they seem to struggle with and wonders where she went wrong, what she could have done to build their walls a little taller... and what more she can do now, than love them.

she is fluent in french, of course, and truly believes it is the language of love. she enjoys slipping random phrases into her sentences, even if the people around her simply do not understand what she's saying.

mother to everyone that will let her mother them. she will take everyone under her wing, no matter their age.

breakfast is duchess' favorite meal of the day! but brunch is a close second.

she very much has a taste for the finer things in life, it was simply the way she was raised.

while she doesn't miss her ex-husband anymore and knows that their lives were much better off without him, sometimes she still regrets not trying harder, begging him to stay, if only so her children would have their father.

she has a green thumb and cares about her many plants as if they're her own little pets. now that her children don't seem to need her as much anymore, and she isn't able to take care of her mother, she has to have something to look after. otherwise, after so long of doing it, she would just be... lost.

she also grows her own spices - thyme, oregano, basil, and uses them in nearly every meal that she makes.

she is a nervous cleaner. when she starts feeling anxious, out come the soap and sponges. she'll sweep, dust, mop, reorganize everything from the cabinets down to the bottoms of the walls. as if her place doesn't remain practically spotless at all times anyway.

seldom do swear words pass through her lips. she doesn't believe in using crude language.

while she isn't much of a drinker, she absolutely indulges in wine from time to time. it's the perfect way to unwind after a stressful day: a nice, hot bubble bath with a romance novel and a tall glass of whichever white wine is calling out to her tastebuds at the time... though merlot will do if it must.

a small plate of grapes, dark chocolate and cheese cubes is her favorite snack.

pearls are her favorite accessory, and gold over silver jewelry.

a morning person through and through, duchess is usually wide-eyed and bushy tailed by six am but she cannot seem to sleep past eight even if she tries, no matter how late she was up the night before.

#evermorehqsintro

4 notes · View notes