#sorry the GIFs are grainy/too much noise

[utterlyhooked]

I saw this trailer when episode 35 aired. I cry everytime I see it. I don’t know from which upcoming episode it’s from.

“The love I received may not be much, but it does exist. It’s her, breaking through the darkness time and time again, making me see the light. It’s her, who’s desperately trying to hold my hand, wanting to pull me out of hell.”  - Taintai Jin

*I’ve been trying to watch trailers, and I’ve seen 37 and parts of 38, 39 - 40. My guess is there is no mortal arc, unfortunate as it was a favourite of mine in the novel. There is also high probability that it is a sad ending. I’m hoping it’s a happy ending, the novel was afterall.

ETA - I just saw this so maybe there is hope of the mortal arc?

or maybe... honestly, I don’t know anymore!

[jellyluvr]

Fantasies within tapes

- Peter maximoff x reader ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

This is my first fic (👏👏), but don't expect much from me!! I've made fanfiction before, but I don't know if I'm really a likable source for it soo...

Be nice too!!!

Warnings: snooping, secrets, and porn, pornographic sounds too..🩷

Summary: You're at peters' house (his moms), but then you see a few tapes that catch your eye.

Tapes is just short for cassette tapes!!

(Not my gif!! Got it off pinterest)

You sit down on the leather couch, your thighs sticking to the coldness of it. A long and hot sigh slips from your mouth while you try to deal with the obnoxious heat.

Thankfully, there was no peter around to mess with you. He was annoying his little sister probably.. well, that's what you thought.

You couldn't help but wonder what to do. It was the first day of summer, the first day of freedom. You really didn't know what to do, though, that was until you saw a box of tapes.

Peter had a few for his walkman and his TV, so there was probably a lot to choose from.

You immediately jumped off the couch, your thighs making a "shwp" noise from them sticking.

Soon you pulled the box down, scanning over the various tapes.

Blue, clear, red, orange..

But one, this single one tucked in the corner was neon. A neon yellow.

You let out a subtle hum noise, your brows furrowing with confusion. No way he had a neon yellow tape with no label. All the other colorful ones had a label, usually with some band on it too. This one was oddly blank, only one letter labeling it.

"S."

Now you were really confused. Why 's'? What the hell was that even supposed to mean? Should you have even seen it?

You looked at all the tapes in the box before pouring them out on the floor. You set the yellow tape in between your thighs while you scrambled, looking for another tape like this one.

All of them were just band ones. Even the generic black ones were just for music.

Cussing to yourself, you pushed the tapes away off in the floor and crawled to the tv on your knees, face to face with the cassette deck. You were contemplating if this was bad, and you felt your stomach get all queasy. You weren't a rule breaker, just a normal person, unlike peter.

But what was in the tape? That was the whole reason you were doing this, wasn't it? I mean, you had to see it, right?

With your hand all sweaty and your stomach flipping, you push the tape into the cassette deck and take a deep breath before pressing play.

The usual 'play' and blue screen pops up before a grainy video starts to play. Your heart dropped seeing a girl spread out on a white bed and a man pushing into her.

His dick pounded in, and the girl made more noises when he started to play with her clit. The man groaned, and kept going, her face all mangled. Her tits moved with his movements, and his pounds got more aggressive.

"Slop, slop, slop"

His movements were swift and steady, perfect, really. That was probably what got the girl to shout with pleasure.

You covered your face, hearing the noises, it turning red by the minute, and you immediately stopped the tape.

'S' was for sex. You should've known.

You should've known the mysterious tape was porn, but you were too stupid to even realize that.

But the whole situation got worse when you heard the basement door open. "Fuck!" You whispered to yourself, taking the tape out and throwing it into the box. Then, you heard little steps tumble down the stairs.

"Y/n?" Lora asked at the bottom of the stairs in her little shorts and tank top. Her voice was soft, and she still seemed to be learning her words.

"Hey!!" Peter shouted, running down the stairs and seeing Lora at the bottom as well. He laughed a bit, picking her up while you watched.

Thankfully, you had put the tapes up, with only one left to spare. You hid it under the tv stand while peter just giggled playing with Lora.

"Sorry.. she's a little out of hand." Peter said, his eyes shifting to you while his little sister looked to you as well.

"Believe me, I know.." you let out a breathy chuckle before standing up and letting out a sigh.

Peter hadn't caught you.. yet.

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If you're lucky, I'll do a part two.. jk I'll do a part two 🫶🏼

Oh, and sorry for it being so short!! This was just to get people to like me since I have no posts 😭

[minhosblr]

hello! i hope ur day is going well! im not really sure how to word this but ur one of my favorite gifmakers on this site!! and i was wondering if u have any tutorial or would be willing to tell how!! do u make ur gifs so sharp! along w being so smooth and gorgeous im foremost always just stumped at how beautifully sharp ur gifs r!! not to mention the coloring!! regardless of if u get to answer any part of ur process or not, i just wanted to tell you ur gifs r very very beautiful. im always so awed and admiring wnv i see them! so warm and prettily colored yet so sharp!! apologies for gushing here, pls have a good day!!!

AHHH THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY, ANON! It always makes me so happy, when I get any kind of compliments on my gifs, so this really really really warms my heart!! ♥

I did a gif tutorial like 1,5 years ago which you can find here! My sharpening has changed slightly from back then, so I'll just tell you what I do now.

Much more detail under the cut (this got way longer and detailed than I had expected)!

This is a walk through of my sharpening/effect process, so if you want any tricks about colouring or anything let me know!

The first important step to sharp gifs is the video quality! The higher the video quality is, the prettier and sharper your gifs will be. TS files are the highest quality (most of the time, sometimes they kind of scam you ngl) files you can get. Else 4k videos are great too! For me I usually don't go under 1080p (with few 720p exceptions). Sometimes I don't really like TS files, because they're a bit too sharp for me. This is mostly if it's a variety show. Concerts tend to be not as sharp in my experience.

I use vapoursynth to resize my gifs before putting them in photoshop. I usually don't do any sharpening or denoise in vapoursynth. This site has everything you need for vapoursynth!

For sharpening and stuff in photoshop, I usually do camera raw + topaz denoise + sharpening + 1% blur at 30% oppacity.

A bonus tip is, if you've done everything and tried soooo hard to make it non-grainy, but you just can't get it to do whatever you want it to... embrace the grain and add a noise layer! I do this with big gifs (540x540) usually.

To go more in depth, my settings for those are as following...

Camera raw

Texture (tekstur) I usually go between 20 and 30, depending on the thing I'm giffing. For Clarity (klarhed) I do the same number as texture, but minus 10. Idk why, it's just how I usually roll!

For Topaz denoise I usually only use a little bit. Like 0.04-0.06 overall strength. I don't really have any "this is what I always do" settings, but usually my shadow is at 0.90 and my highlight is 0.48 (because I liked it one time and then just kept it). You can also use the denoise option in vapoursynth, I just prefer photoshop, because it feels like I have more control over it. I know a lot of people don't use denoise at all, but I usually do with files less than 4k quality!

OBS! Using topaz denoise on smart objects in photoshop is a bit tricky, but I made a video about it once, so here you go! (the video is kind of outdated for me, so ignore the sharpening part and focus on the "how to do after you've put denoise on your gif" part. Also ignore my voice, thank you).

Sharpening:

These are my settings for sharpening. If I think the gif is a bit too sharp after I've added a blur filter, I change the amount (mængde, sorry my ps is in Danish) to 80% and that usually does the trick!

If you use all of these, this is how the smart object will look, before you convert it into frames

Let me know if you have any other questions or anything at all!! ♥

[aylinaliens]

Sorry to bother, can I ask how do you give a violet color to your gifsets? I also like how you sharpen them, when I try my gifs turn out either too sharpened or too blurred. Mind to share your sharpening settings if possible? Thanks in advance!

ps: hope you make more Xiyao and Xuexiao gifsets in the future, those lovebirds are the imagine of love <3

hello! this is absolutely not a bother what so ever! sharpening is something i still struggle with so depending on what drama i gif, i usually tweak it. but for cql i pretty much stick to just these sharpening settings with a tiny bit adjustment here and there. (also!! i will for sure make more yi city arc gifsets because i love xiyao and xuexiao so much!!)

i first start off by adding two smart sharpens

afterwards i use these blur, high pass, and add noise settings. with the add noise action, i sometimes adjust the blending option or if the gif is too heavy/the coloring looks weird I'll remove the noise but keep everything else the same. sharpening is a work in progress but i found that i liked my cql gifs to be more on the purposely grainy side\

as for the violet coloring: cyan! cyan! cyan!! cyan is my best friend, the first thing after i mess with curves/levels/saturation is head to selective color and play around with it. if a gif has cyan/blue you can almost always make it purple or violet as long as you keep on adding layers. when a gif isn't purple enough i typically use a brush and take it to the background/clothes/etc. and change the blending to overlay to make it pop more. for example, here is a gif of wwx that was originally blue.

this is the oringal gif (it's very blue/cyan which is what i automatically look for)

these are all the layers i used. i used a combo of selective color/color balance to create that violet tone and used the brush feature to just darken around wwx head. for selective color i usually just turn cyan all the way to -100 and magenta to +100 and adjust depending on how drastic it is.

i also found that adjusting your save setting also helps improve the quality of gifs. these are mine, especially when i'm giffing cql

this is the finished gif! i hope this helps and please feel free to ask more questions if you have any! i don't typically use psds and color each set differently but i do have a purple/pink/violet PSD i created that i typically just slap on when i'm feeling lazy. i can post that or post a more in-depth tutorial if anyone is interested (but really the key to purple gifs is just a lot of patience sldlskld)

[rubysunnday]

stupid in love

request by anon: hey congrats for 2.6k followers, that's so cool!!! I don't know if i'm too late but can i request jesper from shadow and bone x reader with prompt 5? would love for it to be romantic :) congrats again and thank you if you decide to write it!! <3

A/N: is this romantic? no idea but I've been writing this for like a month and I'm beyond done with it so have whatever the fuck this is

warnings: six of crows stuff, blood, swearing, alludes to suicide throughout

"I threw myself out a window for you! What more do you want from me?"

Y/N almost punched him. Him throwing himself out the window was the entire reason she was annoyed at him. It had been terrifying and Y/N had thought Jesper was dead. But Jesper had taken it as another fable to tell the punters - hadn't realised how lucky he was. Y/N glowered at Jesper from across the bar as she poured him another shot.

"Maybe for you to actually pay for these shots?" Y/N asked, sliding the shot glass along the bar top to Jesper.

Jesper picked it up and downed it with one smooth movement. "Ah, it's fine, put it on my tab."

Y/N rolled her eyes but obliged, scribbling down the rapidly growing cost of Jesper's evening. He'd actually only had three shots - the rest had been spread around the entire club in celebration of something or other.

Their last job had been chaotic as usual. Jesper had thrown himself out a window, Kaz had almost gotten shot and they'd blown a few things up. But the image of Jesper falling through a window had stuck with Y/N all night.

The entire reason Y/N had ended up in the Dregs was because of her sister. Her sister, who had gone insane, and leapt off a roof, plummeting to her death in front of Y/N. Every time Y/N relived Jesper falling, she saw him in her sister's place. She saw his body instead of hers.

Which was why, Jesper making jokes about his window-smashing exploits wasn't appreciated at that moment.

"'ello, Y/N," Rotty said jogging up to the bar with a beaming smile, breaking her out of her thoughts.

"Evening, Rotty," Y/N called, setting the cleaned glasses on the side. "What can I do for you?"

"Boss wants you," Rotty replied. He gestured over his shoulder at Jesper who was singing a rowdy sea shanty with an arm around a red-haired woman who looked like an actual mermaid. "And him."

"Have you told him?"

"I did."

"And?"

"He said 'in a moment'."

"Oh for -" Y/N bought her fingers to her lips and whistled. Loudly.

The entire bar fell silent and everyone turned to stare at her. She pointed at Jesper and then up at Kaz's office door.

"You, upstairs, now," Y/N demanded.

Jesper sighed, grumbling to himself as he slid off the redhead's lap and practically stomped after Y/N as she walked up the stairs.

She paused at the top and looked down at the still silent bar. "Carry on."

The chatter and sound of money being lost quickly restarted. Y/N shut the office door behind her, the noise from downstairs all but disappearing behind the thick, iron door.

Inej was, unsurprisingly, already there. She stood near to Kaz, her hands clasped behind her back with her hood up. As Y/N approached Kaz, he looked up at her and then at Jesper who'd flopped down in a plush armchair near the window.

"Is he drunk?"

"No," Y/N replied, sitting down in the chair Kaz had in front of his desk and crossing her legs. She fanned out her skirt and clasped her hands together in her lap. "He bought shots for everyone in the club but he's only had three."

"Good, I need him sober," Kaz replied. He gave Jesper a cursory glance over his shoulder. "Jesper, come here."

Jesper stood up and skulked over to the desk, leaning over Y/N's head to see what was on the desk. "Is that -"

"Yes."

"And are we -"

"Yes."

Y/N frowned and sat forward, looking at the plans laid out on Kaz's desk. She raised her eyebrows. "The Geldrenner Hotel? Really? What's there."

"You mean who is there," Kaz corrected. He handed Y/N a newspaper cut out featuring a grainy print of a member of the Merchant Council.

"Is that Van Halla?" Y/N asked, squinting at the print. "Isn't he meant to be in Os Alta?"

"He's on holiday and is staying at the Geldrenner with his wife and entourage or fifty," Kaz replied. "And whilst he is here, he's attending the extravagant birthday of Van Eck."

"Oh, I see where this is going," Y/N said, nodding. "I saw the Van Eck birthday present list - what did Halla get?"

"The Millenium Watch."

Three pairs of eyes looked at Kaz with surprise and shock.

"I'm sorry, you want us to steal the Millenium Watch?" Jesper asked, gaping. "One of the most expensive watches in history?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I need a new pocket watch," Kaz said with a shrug.

"And the real reason?" Inej asked, raising her eyebrows.

"I've made a deal with someone - in exchange for the Millenium Watch we get the plans to the Boeksplein."

"And what's there?"

"Need to know."

The three of them scoffed but weren't entirely surprised.

"Now, are you done interrogating me?" Kaz asked. "Because I would like to get on with the job."

'So, here's the plan.'

The hotel was ridiculous grand for the streets of Ketterdam. Granted, it did sit in the middle of the Financial District and was within view of the Stadwatch barracks to avoid any burglaries, heists or assassinations.

It was strictly reserved for the rich and wealthy and the majority of Ketterdam knew they would never be privileged enough to see inside the marbled walls.

And up until now, Y/N had thought herself one of those people.

'Jesper, Y/N, you two will go in disguised as staff. Inej will be on the roof and sneak in through the skylight.'

'And what about you, Kaz?"

"I, darling, Y/N, will be causing a distraction.'

"What do you mean there's no reservation for me?!"

Y/N looked up from the bin she was emptying. Kaz was standing at the front desk, dressed in a - quite frankly ridiculous - outfit, waving his arms around and swearing. A lot. Y/N glanced over at Jesper, a smile pulling on her lips. "I take it that that's the distraction," she whispered.

As Kaz continued to flap his arms like a bird, Y/N and Jesper headed over to the hand-operated elevator. The two of them nodded at the elevator operator.

"Seventh floor, please," Jesper said, clasping his hands in front of him.

"Oh, oh, wait, please!"

A woman, dressed in the ridiculous fashions of the wealthy, bustled into the elevator, dragging about eight different cases and hat boxes with her.

"You," she said, snapping her fingers at Jesper, "take these up to my room - number 754b." The woman turned to Y/N. "Be a dear and take these."

Before Y/N could protest, a black, leather briefcase was pushed into her arms as Jesper was pushed out the door. The elevator operator sighed and began working the elevator up to floor 7.

"I like your dress, ma'am," Y/N said, attempting to break the awkward elevator music.

"Oh, aren't you a dear!" The women cooed. "My husband - Van Halla - bought it for me."

Y/N almost dropped the briefcase.

'What floor is Van Halla staying on?'

'Seventh floor, room 54b, Inej. It's the penthouse and the only room with a skylight.'

'Which is how Inej is getting in. But how are we getting out?'

'Front door, Y/N. If this goes to plan, we'll walk out that hotel through the front door with the watch.'

'And if something goes wrong?'

'Well, then, Jesper, I guess you'd better get acquainted with Hellgate.'

The elevator trundled up to the seventh floor and Y/N traipsed after the woman - who was, apparently, Van Halla's wife - to the penthouse.

As Y/N stepped into the penthouse, one thing went through her mind.

Money does not buy you taste.

And that was coming from someone who lived in the Slat which was, to be fair, held up by sheer terror at what Kaz may do should it collapse.

"Just leave the bags in the bedroom, darling," the woman called, waving a hand to the right.

Y/N hovered awkwardly for a moment, trying to work out where exactly in the cavernous, garishly white and orange room she was pointing to. Eventually, Y/N spotted a double door - bright orange like the cushions on the sofa - and assumed that was the bedroom.

She opened the doors and almost dropped the bags.

The 'bedroom' was bigger than her room. In fact, it was probably bigger than her room, Jesper's room, Kaz's room and Inej's room combined.

"Damn," Y/N muttered, her eyes wide. "What it is to have money, huh?"

Y/N dumped the bags on the floor near the wardrobe and turned to go when a small, black velvet box sat on a table. She paused.

"Do you want me to unpack the bags, ma'am?" Y/N called, quietly approaching the table, trying to get a closer look at the engraved plaque on the top of the box.

"No, no, you're fine!"

Y/N stood in front of the table, her heart pounding. Happy birthday, Van Eck was engraved on the top of the box. Y/N reached into her pocket and pulled out an identical box.

'So, we switch the boxes?'

'Thanks to Jesper's hidden talent - no need to roll your eyes, Jesper - we have an exact replica of the watch. Minus a few details, obviously, drawings and sketches only give so much detail.'

'And if we get caught with the watch? Because either way, they'll know something's up.'

'Best not to get caught then, Y/N. However, if for whatever someone isn't at the rendevous, we'll plan something.'

'So reassuring, Kaz.'

'Oh, good, I'm glad, I was concerned I my tone wasn't coming across.'

Y/N glanced out into the main room of the penthouse and quickly switched the boxes, making sure the fake was in the exact same position as the original. She slipped the original into her pocket and stepped out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

"If that's all then, ma'am," Y/N said, bowing to the woman.

"Yes, yes, thank you," she said, nodding.

Y/N headed towards the front door when it swung open and a large man, with a red face and a huge moustache, stormed in.

"Excuse me, sir," Y/N said, pressing herself to the wall as he marched past.

The man barely looked at her - he just sniffed.

"Victoria! Why did you not wait for me?" He called.

"You were busy having a go at some man, darling," the woman - Victoria - replied. "Feel better for yelling?"

"Oh, wife, you know me too well."

Y/N quickly left the room before Van Halla started kissing his wife. They were only some things she could cope with.

With the watch secure in her pocket, Y/N made her way back down to the elevator. She spotted Jesper on her way - struggling with the numerous bags Van Halla had apparently abandoned.

Y/N whistled at him and gestured her head, tapping her wrist. Jesper dropped the bags - Y/N was certain she heard something smash - and jogged up to her side.

"You got it?"

"It was surprisingly easy," Y/N whispered as they headed to the elevator. "It was lying there."

The music in the elevator played joyfully as they rode down - Y/N was trying not to bop to the light plinking piano music.

'So, once we've got the watch. How do we get out?'

'No need to point between you and Jesper, Y/N, I knew who you meant. You two will go out the servant's entrance here and meet Inej and I where the carriages are stored.'

'And if things go to shit?'

'Luckily for you, Jesper, I have plans ranging from A all the way to T.'

'What happens if we get to S? Damn, Kaz, no need to glare at me like that, Saints. You could set me on fire!'

'Shut up, Y/N.'

"Never, boss.'

The servant's entrance was quiet and empty which was a blessing for Jesper and Y/N - especially since Y/N could feel the watch box beginning to metaphorically burn a hole in her coat.

A guard was sat in the chair by the door, intently reading a book. He looked up as they approached and smiled.

"Ah, hello!" He said, standing up. "Right, let's do this quickly, shall we? I'm at a good point in my book. So, you know and I know this but I have to state it again for rules - I have to search you as you come in and out the building since we have numerous Merchants staying here. We don't want anything expensive to get stolen since we can't afford a lawsuit!" He clapped his hands. "So, which one of you wants to get searched first?"

Y/N and Jesper shared a look.

"I'll go first," Y/N volunteered, stepping forward and holding her arms out.

The guard patted her down, humming joyfully as he did so. "Perfect! And you, sir?"

Jesper stepped forward but tripped over the leg of the chair, knocking the chair over and jogging the table and knocking a vase over.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Jesper exclaimed, kneeling down to pick up the vase.

"Oh, it's fine, I do it all the time," the guard said, smiling. "Anyhoo."

Jesper set the vase on the table and lifted his arms. "You know, this isn't usually how I like to begin."

The guard looked up at him and raised his eyebrows, smiling. "No?"

"No. I prefer a more intimate setting."

Y/N rolled her eyes and sighed. She cleared her throat pointedly and Jesper winked at the guard, stepping aside.

"Seriously?" Y/N hissed as they walked down the side street to the garage at the back.

"It worked, didn't it?" Jesper replied.

"Oi!"

Jesper turned with a smile on his face, fully expecting it to be the previous guard. Except it wasn't. A sterner looking guard was marching towards them both with a glare in his eyes.

"The idiot back there forgot to ask for your papers," he snapped. "Papers. Now."

'What happens if we need papers to get in and out?'

'I've thought about that.'

'And?'

'Well, best get running. And try to avoid bullets.'

'Why did I expect anything else from you, Kaz?'

Jesper's hand brushed against Y/N's as he stepped forward, communicating silently the plan.

Which consisted of nothing more than run.

"We forgot our papers," YN said smoothly.

The guard raised his eyebrows. "Well, then I can't let you leave until I've contacted your supervisor. You'll have to come with me."

As the man reached out to grab Y/N's wrist, she grabbed his arm, and using all her strength, flipped him over her back and into the floor.

"Go!" Y/N yelled, shoving Jesper up the hill as she ran down it.

Y/N leapt over the guard and ran down the street, the steep gradient speeding her up. The garage was at the other end of the street - up the hill where Jesper had gone - but Y/N knew the guard would be chasing after her.

For a moment, all Y/N could hear was her pounding heartbeat, her vision bouncing up and down as she ran. And then a gunshot cracked out.

Y/N stumbled forward and then darted to the right, hiding in a bush in someone's garden as she panted. She kept quiet as she heard the guard stop right in front of her bush. Y/N didn't allow herself to relax until the guard swore loudly and jogged back up the hill.

Y/N leant her head back against the wall behind her and felt tears well in her eyes as she pressed a hand to her stomach. The bullet had gone through her back and out through her stomach. There was so much blood and the pain was overwhelming - almost blinding.

But, Y/N forced herself out of the bush and to her feet. There was a back alley with a set of stairs leading up to the garage - a very steep set of stairs, mind.

Step by step, Y/N climbed up the stairs, tightly holding onto the handrail as she climbed. Thankfully, the row of expensive-looking carriages was at the top of the stairs and Y/N's knees nearly buckled with relief when she saw the familiar slim shape of Inej.

"Inej," Y/N gasped, falling forwards onto her knees.

Inej ran over to Y/N, her feet silent on the cobbles. She knelt down next to her and held Y/N up with a hand on her uninjured side. "What happened?"

"Oh, turns out we need papers to get out," Y/N grunted, hissing with pain as Inej pressed a black handkerchief - that looked suspiciously like the one Kaz carried - against her front wound.

"Where's Jesper?"

"No idea. Where's Kaz?"

"No idea."

"Excellent, at least we're on the same - ow - page," Y/N inhaled sharply, her hand flying to grab Inej's arm as a wave of pain tossed her into a rock. "Saints."

"It went straight through, thankfully, so I think if we stitch it when we get back and keep it clean -"

"I'll live to get shot another day?" Y/N quipped, smiling despite the sheer amount of pain she was in. "I hope one of them appears with a carriage soon."

Inej kept a steady hand on Y/N's side, keeping her propped up on her knees as she tied a scarf around her waist, covering both wounds.

"Thank you," Y/N said softly, her head resting against Inej's shoulder.

"For what?" Inej asked, frowning. "For saving your life? Again? Because I'd do that even if you'd pissed me off."

A breath of laughter escaped Y/N's lips as she lifted her head. "No. Just for being here. Jesper and I..."

"I know," Inej said quietly. "Does he know?"

"About what? About how I had to watch him fall out a third storey window, not knowing if he was alive or dead? To have to cope with the mental images I have of his broken, bleeding body lying in the streets only to be thrown onto the Reaper's Barge? To know that every time I close my eyes I see Jesper where my sister was? I see Jesper jumping off the roof and plummeting instead of her? I see him staring back at me with glassy eyes and a broken neck and bleeding and -"

"Ok, ok, calm down," Inej shushed, putting a hand on the back of Y/N's head. Y/N sobbed, burying her face into the crook of Inej's neck. She cried for her dead sister, for the fact Jesper was at times an oblivious idiot and for the fact her side really fucking hurt.

"Inej I just keep seeing him lying there," Y/N sobbed. "I know he's fine but I -"

"I know, Y/N, I know," Inej said softly, stroking her hair back. She gently took her face between her hands. "But he is not your sister. Ok? Now, come on we need to get you standing."

Y/N managed to get her feet underneath her and with help from Inej, she was soon standing up - albeit a bit wobbly. Inej kept a hand on Y/N's arm, the physical contact keeping them both going as they waited for Kaz and Jesper.

Not even a minute later, a carriage rolled down the street with Kaz and Jesper in the driver's seat.

"Don't tell Jesper," Y/N said suddenly, panic in her voice.

Inej nodded. "I won't."

Kaz's dark eyes looked Y/N up and down as Jespe halted the horses to a stop. "Trouble?"

"Nothing I couldn't handle," Y/N replied, trying to hide her wince of pain as she tried to stand straighter.

"Inej?"

Y/N rolled her eyes. Kaz had quickly caught on to the fact she often downplayed her pain when injured, so he often asked literally anyone else.

"Through and through - she'll be fine if get back soon," Inej replied.

"Good, on you get."

Y/N climbed inside the carriage, sinking into the velvet green seat with a sigh of relief. Inej hovered by the open door before eventually coming to a decision.

"I'll be up front if you need me," she said softly, knowing that Y/N needed a moment alone.

Y/N had never been so grateful that Inej was her best friend. The carriage doors shut, and with the curtains pulled over the windows, it was blissfully dark. Y/N closed her eyes and relaxed as best she could - she kept a hand tightly pressed over Inej's scarf and her wound.

She didn't realise she'd fallen asleep until someone tapped her knee. Y/N jumped and opened her eyes to Jesper staring at her with eyes full of concern.

"You alright?"

"Mmmhmm."

"Y/N... why are you acting strange?"

"I'm not."

Jesper sat down opposite her as the carriage resumed moving. "You are. Ever since the last job you've been acting weird."

Y/N shrugged. "Sorry."

Jesper frowned. "Is this about the last job? Look, I didn't actually fall out a window for you..."

Jesper's words faded away as Y/N's mind was filled with the memory of Jesper falling. And then it wasn't Jesper it was her sister again. And then it was Inej. And even Kaz. Over and over again they were falling and falling and falling.

"Stop the carriage!"

The carriage had barely stopped before Y/N practically threw herself outside, her side screaming in protest at the sudden movement. She didn't give anyone a second glance as she moved off the open road and down into the hedgerow. There was a small river running through the field near them - one that leads into the Ketterdam canals - and Y/N fell to her knees on the banks of it, plunging her hands into the water.

Stupid, so, so stupid. It had been years since her sister had died and just when Y/N thought she'd moved on, Jesper pushed her back miles and miles.

Y/N leant forward, leaning on her hands as she stared down at the water, her knees getting wet as she knelt in the wet grass. She heard a twig snap and sighed. "I'm fine, Jesper, just leave me alone."

"Flattered that you thought I was Jesper, but alas," Kaz said, standing behind her.

Y/N glanced over her shoulder at Kaz. "Sorry, I'll be back in a minute."

Kaz was silent for a minute. "When the memory overwhelms you, find something to ground you. The feeling of something, the sound of something, even. It helps drown it out."

Y/N nodded, sniffing softly. She grunted as she got to her feet, her hand pressed to her side. A quick glance down and she saw red but not too much. "Sorry."

"Trauma doesn't apologise," Kaz said roughly, turning around and heading back up the hill. "So why should you?"

Y/N chuckled to herself. She spotted Jesper at the top of the hill, pacing nervously as Inej tried to calm him down. It took Y/N only a few seconds to decided what to do.

"Jesper, come here," Y/N called, waving him over.

He jogged over to her and his hands were instantly on her shoulders - almost as if he was holding her together. "I'm sorry -"

"Don't be, Jesper," Y/N said softly. She placed her hand over his and rubbed a circle on the back of his hand. "My sister went insane and jumped off a roof when I was fourteen. When I saw you fall out the window... I saw her. She landed in front of me and I stared at her dead, broken body, unable to comprehend what had happened. So, when you fell... I felt like I was fourteen again. And the fact you kept joking about it didn't help. It was nothing you did, Jesper. It's my own trauma rearing its head and wanting to take me down again. I just..."

"I understand," Jesper said softly, his eyes gentle and caring as he looked at her. "And I'm sorry."

"No, don't be. Trauma doesn't apologise so why should we?"

Kaz, who was trying not to listen, smirked to himself. He tapped the side of the carriage with the head of his cane. "Come on, lovebirds, we need to move."

Y/N turned back to Jesper and smile, despite her heart aching. "All I ask, Jesper, is if you could maybe carry me back to the carriage because I really hurt right now."

Jesper laughed. "Of course I can, love."

[obscureoperations]

martin running into a goth club to hide after feeding and having a meetcute with a goth s/o

This was silly the way I wrote this--like mostly silly. But I really appreciate the thought. I would love to see Martin (the character) ambling through the streets of Braddock at night. In search of any form of solace to shield him from the sirens and the taste of dried blood. He ends up on the subway and entering an unknown part of town.

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He hits the tiles with a resounding thud, as he scrambles into the back room of the club. On all fours, trying his best to avoid any employees...he had to get to a bathroom. Heartbeat hammering against his ribs, fresh blood coursing through his veins. He should have been more careful.. He carelessly slipped into the mouth of the alley. Knocking the bum unconscious with a piece of plywood, cutting him open with a piece of discarded glass. The sirens were everywhere, every fiber in his being told him to run. Keep running until he found someplace safe. In this century, safety equated to the streets. Bathed in neon lights, and lost amongst the crowd.

Memories of centuries before continued to swirl through his mind in a gray and grainy blur. Dried blood seeping through his sweater, caked all over his mouth. He stuck low to the floors in fear of gaining any attention. The crowd seemed to bend and sway to the music. Some strange man’s voice blasts through the speaker… “Stigmata Martyr…”

The place reeked of sweat and skunk, he just needed to get to the bathroom. The line was so long, he wanted to scream… He needed to be away from other people. He needed a moment to collect himself, clear away all the dried blood from his face. Wipe away all the remnants that seeped into his black sweater, leaving it ‘crunchy’ and rather conspicuous.

He stuck close to the walls, the smell of dried blood curling at his nostrils. The scent was all over his clothes.. Most of the patrons never even seemed to notice. The dried bits around his mouth seemed to add to the aesthetic. If anything he thought that the crowd would pounce all over him the second he entered the door. “The Bat cave” The name was pretty much synonymous with ‘’Vampyres” For the most part, they seemed to leave him alone. Swaying along the music as if under some sort of trance.

“What am I supposed to do?!”

He nearly trips over your foot in his haisty trip to the bathroom. You stare down at him blankly, as a large puff of smoke escapes your lips.

Still crouched at your feet “S-sorry..”

You don’t reply. Instead, you regard him quizzically-- vaguely gesturing towards the bathroom.

“There…” You whisper with kohl rimmed eyes. Martin found himself continuing to glance back as he ambles towards the loo. He kept looking back at you, comfortably seated. Another puff of smoke escapes your lungs.

He wanted to be sick. Martin ended up dry heaving into the toilet several times. Nothing really came up other than bile and some maroon tainted liquid. He had to catch the next train home immediately. If he didn’t, Cuda would know that he’d been out.

After drying his mouth, dabbing at his face with bits of paper towels, Martin finally stumbles back onto the dance floor. The colors were alarming, flashing across his eyes in a grainy blur. The lights that swirled at the corners of his peripherals left him fearing he was about to suffer a migraine. The sound of the musician's voice pierced his ears. He wanted to crawl under a rock and disappear. Sensory overload..It was all too much.

Two firm hands grasp his shoulders, urging him to stand-- gently dabbing at the corners of his mouth, with what felt like a soft handkerchief. He was so dizzy. The music blares on in the distance, as strong fingers steady him in place..

Before he knew it, he was pressed against the same angelic creature that happened to greet him at the back door. All kohl rimmed eyes and tall leather boots. Porcelain skin that seemed to shimmer beneath the moonlight.

“You don’t belong here…” you whisper, fingers tracing patterns across his cheeks. Martin managed to dry heave once again, his fingers wrap securely around your ankles. He just wanted to disappear. Crawl down in a hole somewhere and die.  He was so sick and dehydrated. He wasn’t prepared for everyone to see him yet.

“N-nno. I d-don't.”

He glances up at you with tear stained cheeks. Stray bits of blood caked all  around his mouth. Maybe this was actually the Count. From the sounds of him on the radio.. He was just some kid. Bombarded by strange urges and religious restraints.

The music seems to die down a bit , you were soon forced to handle the requirements of your job. You dial the volume up slightly louder in an attempt to subdue the crowd.Adjusting the base, and heightening the speed. Your eyes remain glued to the boy in front of you. His cheek rests against the top of your shoes, fingers lightly grasping at your ankles. Whispering sweet nothings. “I didn’t do it! It’s not me.”

He remains poised at your feet, face buried against the ground. Arms crossed against the back of your ankles. You felt shoddy, there was no need for him to degrade himself completely.

“What’s your name?”

The boy in front of you shakes his head . Drawing his ankles close to his chest.

You weren’t having any of it.

“What’s your..name… sweet one?”

The sensation of your fingers carding through his hair nearly causes his heart to skip a beat.

“Ma--r Martin…” he finally breathes.

The noise from the stereo finally seems to fade into the backdrop, as you weave your fingers through his hair. The young man was trembling, to the point that you lean in pressing your lips against his temple. He seemed to encapsulate everything that you ever wanted.

“Just stick with me here for a while. I’ll take you home. You don’t have to worry about anything beyond that.”

[leejeongz]

stray kids reaction to their s/o having dimples

😔unfortunately i can not relate but anyone who has dimples is automatically cute and they should know that i will fall in love with them 😔

😀thanks for requesting and thanks for saying u love my blog i’m gonna go cry bout that now ehhehehehe so sweet 😀

scenario: you and your boyfriend had been in a long distance relationship for around 6 months, calling and texting whenever you could. because of the grainy video quality, he’d never noticed you had dimples before and you never really thought to bring it up. when you met for the first time, of course you smiled at the sight of him and then he saw them...

bang chan:

“oh” he paused for second, hands holding your arms down while he twisted you around on the spot. “we’re dimple twins” he laughed. he poked yours, poked his, then poked yours again.

“who would have thought it?” you laughed with him. you thought about all of those soulmate fanfics you used to read about your favourite celebrities. “maybe this is our soulmate thing?” you pointed between your faces jokingly.

“maybe” he winked before he took your hand and continued his day with you. secretly he wished throughout the whole time you spent together that people would bring up your matching dimples and say how perfect you were together.

lee know:

once he’d finished hugging you, he pulled away to look at your pretty smile again.

“face holes” he whispered cutely while poking your dimples.

you looked at him weirdly, he did come out with some strange things but you think you just heard the number 1.

“do you have to make everything weird?” you asked sarcastically.

“you’re the one with face holes” he scoffed. you had no response to that, like how should one even respond you thought. “they are cute face holes though if that makes it any less weird” he joked trying to fill the silence.

“it does not”

changbin:

he thought he saw them, he wasn’t too sure though so he had to wait to see them again just incase. he spent the rest of the day trying to figure it out but your eyes were too distracting. either that or he couldn’t help but kiss you at the time.

you decided to end your first day together by going to his favourite restaurant. you ordered your food and smiled at the waiter, and there they were.

“hmm so it’s true” he reached over the table to squeeze your cheeks “they’re cute i like them” he giggled.

your face flushed red, the waiter had seen it all. changbin hadn’t even ordered yet. “sorry you had to see that” you said to the waiter standing awkwardly.

hyunjin:

“hello dimples” he said staring at them. “i’ve never noticed them before y/n but... they’re cute” he didn’t seem convinced.

you looked at him with furrowed brows and asked “are you sure you like them?” to which he nodded. “could you perhaps... i don’t know... tell your face?”

he shook his head as if to shake off a daydream. “i’m only joking baby, they’re EXTREMELY cute” he giggled out while opening his arms for a hug. “anything that you have is cute, including me of course”

you pulled away from him and gave him a disgusted look “i’ll go back home, don’t test me Hwang Hyunjin” you joked.

han:

he pinched your cheeks almost immediately after seeing them. he was literally about to die from how cute you were like he was NOT doing well. he smiled so brightly at you and giggled a bit before asking “have you always had those?”

you looked at him, still smiling but this time smiling at his silly question “i mean yeah, but if it makes you feel any better not many people notice them or point them out. i feel so honoured that THE han jisung did” you sniffed like you were crying

by the point he’d let go of your cheeks, now grabbing his heart dramatically “y/n don’t do this to me, i might cry!” he exclaimed, his smile getting bigger and bigger with every word.

felix:

he let out the most outrageous noise when he noticed them. “can i touch them y/n pleaseeeeeee?” he begged. you didn’t even know what he was on about which was the funny thing.

“touch what?” you questioned, slightly apprehensive about his response.

“your dimples, silly” by this point, he was already touching them anyway, regardless of if you said yes or no. “they’re SO cute oh my gosh why am i so lucky to have you.”

you laughed at hit his chest playfully “they’re just dimples, no biggie”

seungmin:

“does that mean you never properly smiled while we spoke on call y/n? wow you’re such a fake” he joked while staring into your eyes and holding your hands. you couldn’t work out why he asked such a question and your face seemingly gave that away.

“... because of the dimples” he added “ya know those things that come out when you smile?”

“OH” you quickly had to think of a response “i think the quality was just bad when on call, even when i think about you i smile, Seungmin”.

he kinda felt bad now for making such a joke and so he decided to hug you to hide his embarrassment “stopppp, you’re making me blush” he said in the sweetest tone ever.

you wish you saw him blushing now.

jeongin:

“AHHH CUTE” he screamed at the top of his voice. you were sure people on the other side of the world could have heard him. “dimples are my favourite” he smiled “especially on you”.

you complimented him back on his dimples. they really were cute, but you were definitely not gonna shout about it in a public place.

“sorry was that a bit much?” he asked, his eyes sinking a little. your heart broke at the sight. “they’re just so cute i couldn’t help myself”

“no no don’t worry, just...” you tried to find the right word “unexpected”. he smiled again. “TWINS” you shouted as loudly as you could. oh the things you’d do for that boy.

gifs aren’t mine

[jetblackpayne]

Dazed & confused

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summary: In which Arden Keaton (OC, half!witch, time traveller!from present) travels to 1984 to fix the timeline for the sake of her future. She’s left Dazed and Confused. BASED OFF RUELS SONG

warning(s): part of another series (aka i’m too lazy to write and wanna write this first), language, sexual situations.

a/n: this was rushed lol. lmk if i should change it to make it less choppy/spelling corrections. AND OR IF IT MAKES NO SENSE ILL CHAT YOU IN THE COMMENTS AND MAKE IT CLEAR!⚡️⚡️😁

key: italics = flashback

bold = arden’s thoughts

bold italics = others thoughts

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PART i.

i.

Arden Keaton woke up with a sudden urge to vomit. Her head was spinning as her eyes began to well up with tears. What just happened? Why do I feel different? She woke up in Murder House as she normally would but something to her seemed off. What was once her bedroom coated in lilac walls and light carpeting against cherry wood floors was now white cracked paint and nails sticking out of the floorboards. More hazard, dangerous, and unkept then she remembered. What happened to this place? For some unknown reason, her mind kept trailing. She couldn’t call out for help or question to her family or to the ghosts why her room looked the way it did. She felt as though she didn’t belong. She couldn’t feel half of the souls trapped in this house as she did before. Her friends Tate not Violet we’re present. A pounding sound suddenly filled her ears from the thin walls echoing through the narrow halls. Her head snapped up in surprise as she walked out of her room. She walked along side the doors, attempting to feel some type of energy from the rooms. Her tracks stopped beneath of a room she had yet to explore, the attic. Her gaze travelled up the suspended ladder as her hands and feet hooked onto the ledge one at a time. When atop, her heart stopped when she found Nikki and Sam Argento, the two loudest ghosts in Murder House screwing each other like some sort of kinky ritual. The woman’s wrists tied to the bedpost in the attic as a knife trailed down her collarbone to cut the strap of her bra off.

Arden gasped. Her hands feeling weak at the sight. Arden felt her body draw from the only thing keeping her stable as she landed on the ground with a thud echoing throughout the house. The sound of meaning and pounding against the wall was silenced. The two stopped in thier moment with wide eyes, “Who’s there?” She heard Nikki yell from the top. Arden scrambled up and ran to the staircase trying to keep her footsteps quiet as possiable. Where is my family? She took out her phone to see her worst nightmare, ‘No Service.’ What is going on?

Arden deceased down the main staircase as quietly as she could. She didn’t know what was going on. She walked into what her family called the ‘family room’ and walked over to the television. Her head lowered as she started intensely at the picture box; goring almost with a palm stuck out. The TV began to flicker as the static became clear. Arden cocked an eyebrow in confusion, the signal usually was great; static was unusual for her to see. The televisions signal slightly cleared up with a grainy effect. *“James Keaton, a young man, age of 19, the youngest ever to graduate from MIT was at his weekly press conference last night. He had some shocking yet releaving information to share with the world.”* The women on the news channel spoke. Arden’s heart pace quickened hearing her fathers name being mentioned. This had to be some sort of prank. The bottom right corner of the screen made her heart drop; there was no way. June 13, 1984. She didn’t know what to think let alone say in this moment. Either I’ve seen the light, or i’m loosing my mind.. The channel finally cut to a new scene. It was her father when he was younger. Arden could distinctly remember the photos framed on the wall above the fireplace in thier old home and the ones mounted on the counters. She could have sworn she’d seen a picture of him in that exact moment. *He looked as if hewere glowing yet looked around at the press with a nervous glance. “I am the Iron man.” He spoke as the crowd went crazy. He then proceeded to sit down in his seat behind the podium. The scene cut to the woman again as she smiled, “Los Angeles has their very own superhero; and it’s James Keaton, genius, soon to be billionaire, also known as Iron Man. Clever name for a clever guy!* The television suddenly went black. Arden’s eyes glued on the void lingering in the still-air.

“What the hell are you doing in our house?!” Nikkis voice shouted from the top of the stairs. Arden’s heart dropped into her stomach as her mouth ran dry. The woman had on a silky bubblegum pink robe untied revealing her lingerie set to the teenager. Behind her was Sam. His arms crossed over his chest as he stood in confusion.

“I’m sorry.” Arden spoke, “I’m not supposed to be here for another 35 years.” Arden stepped over to the staircase placing a nervous hand on the railing. Even the words that came out of her mouth cane as a shock. How was she so calm? “You see it might sound crazy but I fell asleep in 2019 and woke up here in 84. I don’t know what to do.” Arden didn’t feel guilty telling them. They were ghosts in her present house and she was sure they would remember her. “I didn’t mean any harm but I don’t know what to do. My parents are my age.” The couple exchanged glances. Arden read into their minds only to be thinking the same thing, What the hell? “I know what you’re thinking literally it might sound crazy—”

“The amount of shit we’ve seen going on in this house, nothing seems crazy anymore.” Nikki cut her off offering her a small smile. She returned the gesture with a slight pink tint to her cheeks. The couple were still in thier underwear behind the masks. “You don’t look too harmful to me.” she smirked walking down the stairs, “What’s your name?”

“Arden Keaton.”

“As in James Keaton?” Nikki stood stunned.

“In like 18 years time.”

“Bitchin” Sam spoke now beside his partner kissing her temple, “That’s your old man.”

Arden cringed at the term. She gave them a fake smile and snickered playing along, “Yep.”

“Well Arden,” Sam spoke looking down at her small frame, “If you’re gonna be here anyways, you can stay with us obviously.” Arden’s body shifted in slight discomfort. She knew what this couple was known for and being in the midst of that would be disturbing to say the least. “Don’t worry, we won’t keep you up all night with our noises.” He smirked at his significant other as she nibbled on the exposed skin on his neck. He sucked in a hitched breath as his eyes rolled back with pleasure.

Arden’s nose scrunched up, “I guess.”

“It’s settled then!” Nikki smiled again her.

Something to Arden didn’t make sense. Sure considering it is her house in 35 years, she should stay but in thier present time, it’s not. Why would they let her stay like it’s normal? “I’m sorry,” Arden spoke catching them in mid makeout session, “Why are you being so nice to me? I mean I woke up here, told you I was from the future, yet you treat me like i’m not crazy?”

“Like we mentioned, we live in the Murder House, nothing seems too crazy for us anymore.” Nikki wrapped a lazy arm around Sam. They smiled at the girl.

“Well.. t-thank you.” She stuttered a bit shaken up from what she found out.

“You seem tense.” Nikki pondered looking at Arden’s figure. Her shoulders were broadened, eyes diverted to the ground, and hands folded in front of her. “You need to let loose and I know just the thing.” Nikki ran over to the small closet near the front door. Rummaging through the racks she picked out two very bright workout outfits. She slung the two pieces over her shoulders and popped one hip out. To Arden, the outfits looked like a cry for attention; a good or bad cry was still being debated. “Were going to the aerobics studio!”

Arden tossed the woman a small smile. Maybe this would be good for me..

ii.

Sam stayed behind while Arden and Nikki were off to the studio. When they arrived, they went thier separate ways planning to meeting up later. Arden was currently stood in front of a full length mirror. On her body was one of the outfits Nikki gave her. The top was a hot pink bandeau under blue striped spandex suspenders. A buckle above her hips strapping over her belly button. "What the hell am I wearing?" Arden asked herself looking at herself. Her back arched as she looked at the leotard basically up her butt. She twirled amd reached her hands over her head in a semi-seductive way, admiring her look slightly, but she’d never admit it.

"A sexy aeroba-fit that will make all the guys pop a boner." A voice remarked behind her. Her gaze followed it to find a girl in her 20s if not Arden’s age, smirking in her direction. Her hair looked like she dyed and fried it too much. Her was face caked in makeup. She had on a leopard print leotard on; underneath were black leggings paired with platform boots. Interesting. “Don't worry, i'm not a les," The blonde spoke as she smacked her gum against her teeth smirking, "Just friendly." She beamed, "I'm Montana Duke by the way."

"Arden."

“You got a last name, Arden?” Montana challenged narrowing her brown eyes to the girl who stood a good few inches taller than her. Arden would have found her intimidating if she were weaker than her. She knew that wanst the case. She admired Montana Duke for her assertiveness and confidence. There was no way Arden introduce herself to anyone here without feeling awkward of it.

“Ke-” She thought for a moment noting a look of curiosity from the stranger across her. She couldn’t tell the girl her name. After all her father was famous for his now exposed identity for being a superhero and whatnot. The only reason why she told the overstimulated couple was because they once lives in her house; she would know them once she got back to present time as who was once living. Thier souls embodied in the wall of Murder House. She had no idea who this chick was. She couldn’t possibly trust her even if she held a knife to her throat. “Kline.” She firmly spoke.

“As in Calvin?”

“Far descent but yes.”

“Can’t possibly be that far if you have the same last name babe.” Montana smiled as she grabbed hold of the girls hand. Arden tensed up and Montana felt it, “Now let’s go Miss. Kline. Don’t wanna be late for your class.”

“I don’t have a class set up!”

“You do now. I’m sure X would let you join if you’re with me. I can tell we’re gonna be very good friends.” And they were off to class. Arden was a little anxious but she didn’t know why. She wouldn’t remember these people in the long run so why should she care what they think of? The two girls stepped into the bright room. Montana let go of Arden’s hand and practically ran to A hunky blonde Ken-doll. His features, to her, mirrored an angel. His perfectly gelled blonde hair was held up with a lilac headband. His clothes were light as well. White tank top and lilac shorts. The matierial hugged his body well. Arden couldn’t help but bite her lip unintentionally. Montana conversated with him as his gaze suddenly turned to Arden’s, winking in her direction. His tongue ran over this pearly white teeth. He gave her a sly wave. Arden felt her stomach drop as he left cheeks flourished. Her hand went up slightly to give him a shy wave. He laughed a bit looking at her again, he admired her shyness. If only he knew she wasn’t THAT shy.

Pretty soon class started and a few more people to Montana’s taste strolled in earning a wave. Arden stayed close to the back with a brunette girl who introduced herself as Brooke Thompson. They made quick conversation being thier first time in the studio, except Brooke wanted to come. Arden came with Nikki’s suggestion; she had no idea where the woman was. That was far beyond her concern. The sound of Frank Stallones, ‘Far from home’ began to fill the small room. X walked up to the front and began to stretch. His arm crossed his collarbone hugging it with the other. Once again, winking in the girls direction. She smiled at him and looked to the ground. This was gonna be a long day.

iii.

Arden began to hum/quietly sing the tune to Hanson's, 'Mmmbop' as she exited the women's locker room. The Montana and Brooke, whom she met prior, trailing behind her. Arden walked up to the counter and ordered a mango smoothie when she saw three guys converting. She recognised them from the slimmercise class she took. One being the the instructor and the one Montana mentioned, X. The one who couldnt keep his eyes off of her. X stopped what he was saying to look at her. He stared at her body licking his lips as his friends began to check her out. Arden sighed as she saw the hungry eyes melt into the back of her head. She began to read the filthy thoughts they had of her and shuttered. "You know it's not polite to stare." Arden turned around flipping her hair over the shoulders in the process. Batting her eyes, she took a sip of her smoothie. Where did this confidence come from? The boys stood there speechless at the sudden accusation; which happened to be true.

"I'm sorry sweetheart." X spoke as he stepped in ground of her. His perfectly structured jawline sharpened as he smiled at the girl. She couldn't help but blush at his gesture. He stuck his hand out to her, "I'm Xavier." He spoke as she looked at his hand. She finally knew what the letter stood for. "This is Chet and Ray." He motioned to the two other muscular guys behind him. Arden looked down at his empty hand and reached out for it. She brushed her hand against his smooth one to give him a gentle touch. Without warning, her mind clouded as her vision became blurry. She saw Xavier in a park with a needle in his arm. His pants soaked with his own urine. His eyes puffy from crying. Why did he let himself get like this? Just then a man came up to him and talked to him about the film industries he's worked in, "I could make you a star. With a pretty face like that, you could reach big places. And i'm gonna help you get there." He placed a hand on his inner thigh; groping is ever so slightly. "Trust Daddy." The man smirked at the broken man in front of him. Xavier nodded as he helped him up. Arden gasped as she stumbled into his arms. His smirk faltered to a scared expression. He snaked his arms under hers in a deadlift as her weight shifted onto him. He lifted her body over to the couch and looked around to see if anyone had seen the incident unfold. Nothing. The people in the lobby passed by doing anything but looking in thier direction. Chet, Ray, Brooke, and Montana rushed over to the couch as a drop of blood seeped it’s way down her drained face. None of them knew what to think.

“Good going man,” Ray said placing a hand on her shoulder wiping the dropping blood down her nose with a napkin from the counter, “You broke her!”

“Piss off!” Xavier exclaimed to his friends accusations, “I didn’t do anything. She grabbed my hand and went down. Then again most girls do.” Xavier and Chet shared a smirk.

Brooke rolled her eyes at thier childish behaviour. A girl just passed out in front of them and thier connecting it to thier hookups?

“That doesn’t explain why her nose is bleeding.” Montana spoke catching thier attention. They shook her off focusing on the limp girls body on the couch. What were they to do?

“Did you squeeze the poor girl too hard?” Chet asked.

“No fuck-face.” Xavier looked down at the girl. Her eyelids twitched slightly as her mouth parted. She sucked in a shaky breath as she opened her eyes slowly. The light from the ceiling blinding her. She hissed as she sat up and held her throbbing head. Xavier quickly sat next to her, taking her small hand into his large one, "Are you alright? Can I do anything?”

Her cheeks tinted as his simple gesture made her heart flutter. “Sorry about that.” She replies sheepishly

“Never has anyone in my class faint before.” He smirked at the thought. He leaned his body on the pillow her head was once on; elbow propped up holding his head in place looking up at her, “Guess you could say you ‘fell for me.’”

“Ugh,” Montana groaned and rolled her head back in annoyance, “Give me a break.”

Arden laughed at her remark. Xavier looked at her a winked at her making her flourished cheeks heat up more.

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