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OCTOBER 4TH HORROR WATCH
No one will save you (2023)
Farm house big one in the middle of nowhere
Scenic white girl plain flower dress
Ring of dead grass
Drives past age appropriate white guy waves, he ignores he to
Mailed gift via post in a literal one main street town
Sitting on moms grave
Oh not on property - is a small grave yard
Continues to wave awkwardly at funeral goers?
Now we are hiding from
Maudes cops parents?
Mailman is very bad at his job
No dialogue
Old time house old time clothes old time music
Writing letters
Kitchen phone legit avocado corded
Immediately hung up as it rung
Maude is a BFF
Literal moo moo gown like vintage
Guilt and shame in the letters in her hiding from towns people
Unsettling music shift
Loud bang middle of the night
Oh shizz front door is open
Bells?
Footsteps?
If only the house wasn't a hundred years old a creaky door would be out of the question
Tiny person ran past the ?? Behind a semi transparent wall like a toddler gait
Was some clicking like echo locations
Running through the house chaotically
It's doing a good job with the tension because she keeps hiding so we cant see anything
But it's also extremely childlike and comical because it's humorously chaotically running through the house making silly noises and it's like 3.5feet high
Under the bed it's little feets are basically hands
Curling iron will save you
This genius saw the thing bail out of the second story window closed the door
And then...
I guess this makes sense if you are treating an alien like a wild boar that got loose in your home and not a sentient being with space travel capabilities
Electricity goes haywire again
As obvs the thing (probably more than one) are still on the property
No excuse for why she doesn't have a cell phone except for she's clearly cosplaying the fifties and she lives in the middle of no where so no service
Finally get a semi close up creature is very claigrey alien
Two extra long pointer fingers
Boom door smack
This one is taller
Ooo telekinesis that's difficult
Ooo broke her little model doll house, undoubtedly the only thing holding her sanity up in isolation
Lifting she's off the ground it's pulling her towards and shard of furniture through the head that's right you busted her little dolls
Down it goes, one and done
Hard to recover from a steak through a big squishy head
Ooo shock stayed there till morning
It's still down .not decaying apparently
She got glass in her foot
All electronics are off water is running she's goes back inside as car doesn't start
MY GIRL SIS she's living in hard denial
If you don't walk into town and bury that body outside somewhere
Mam the corpse is still in the home okay she biked at least
Ohh poor mr mail mana truck flipped on the road
Neighbor ( relative for the country probably few nlocks to a mile away) house is turned up too
Small town she's not talking to anyone on the way
Town hates her
Ooo lady spit on her wife of cop
She leaves police station
Literally the defiyot conflict avoidant my child would rather face an alien alone than talk to the towns people and face her guikt
I'm sure she killed someone on accident or something small town drunk driving?? Drugs??
She just goes and cries against a brick wall
Okay finally got something a greyhound bus
Still hat and sunglasses deep shame
Imagine being more afraid to face what you have done. Whatever it was than a literal alien abduction
Oh shizz it's a body snatcher thing i would say why her but 1 her property was marked 2 she ganked one of them
I'm sorry is this the fucking you tube/tick tock music guy??
2 body snatched
Solid uh Zombie adjacent body twiches
SIS you are running away from the bus with the people to be alone in the woods
Other real people were on the bus not just the two body snatched why didn't the driver radio for help?
A church
Locked?????????????
The doors of the church are always open??
She's literally locked out of heaven for her crimes same church near that tiny ass grave yard
It's maude
She did in fact kill maude
It was ten years ago and how by what method
Shes a track star shes been running miles at this point
Some clouds are chasing her
Back to the ranstacked neighbors
They're all standing up in a group and looking up directly at the sun/clouds with one hand up
Now the neighbor boy looks at her
You alerted the group babes
Why back to the house
The alien is decaying now but it's also clear there's a parasitic component
The towns people have something logged in their throat and something slimey came out of the aliens throat
Possibly suggesting that alien could have been human or another species and the parasitic thing turns anything it finds into a gray
Peak white person move following the slime trail outside
No dice apparently so house preparations
Nails and fire home alone style
It's night now and that didn't do much because
Well telekinesis dis
Nice shit of aliens retrieving the body
Almost akin to a funeral procession with invisible paul bearers
There's a theme here of her not talking
I'm emphasizing again that this is a completely dialogue-less film there are sound effects and she screams but no words
the aliens not having a clear communication that's auditory - seriously it's not like oh their language is clicks and grunts
They do not seem to have a language at all auditory range
And the towns people who got body snatched having something in their throats
Another alien (literally chilling curiously at her) disarmed her scissors but then took her little photo from the shelf
Now she mad again
That's the girl she killed her bff n her in the photo
Another alien a little one attacked her
A light tractor beam thing
Anyways i was saying themes around shame silence and being unable to speak to ask for help
Okay she skewered the little one gorl gorl girl
These things have telekinesis but no body strength and they are really mushy i think you should just hand to hand combat girl
You winning they got no muscle mass sis
Woah
How funking big is this lanky mother fucker outside
They are all sizes apparently
Toddler size, baby size, human size, house size, i should say height because they all still have gawky skinny limbs and mushy bodies
This guy is literally doing air traffic control to get this ship to land
I'm sorry this is hilarious perfect beat of scary and silly
Wait did the house sized one just like fall out like have a seizure
They aren't smart
Well the basketball player (if they never ate food) height one seemed like chill he just sat down stared at her until she screamed then he threw a desk but he stole her scissors and he could have stabbed her with them then he just looked at her picture like everyone else is attacking and he's visting???
The light tractor beams keep coming and taking the dead bodies
She offed the big one cause it wasn't very bright and got it's fool self stuck in the vehicle and she lit in on fire
Here comes the nice visting one
He opens the door cautiously and now He's looking at her photos
Babes this one hasn't done anything to you yet don't be racist
I mean besides a b and e but you did kill their homie
She tries to attack from behind but hes not the one flicks a finger and she flies through the wall
Their eyes are like star dust
They remodeling her house???
Tractor beam got her
Note this beam is red
I think all other beams have been blue
Whup alien floats up on ceiling towards her and yes it's a parasitic type thing that the thing vomited and floated into her mouth it was cute like a sea anemone they made a choice to make all these creatures a bit silly
This is the lead rapey version of a thing forcibly going into a woman's mouth as i have ever seen in a horror film
She woke up and everything is fine and her house is back to normal
And maude is alive!!!
And she speaks
I'm sorry maude
Now she puts her whole fist inside her mouth and pulls out the parasite i guess it wasn't latched yet
In addition to being the least rapey she pulled it back out of her own accord bonus points for that
It's also obviously jinn type so people wouldn't want to pull it out
The tractor beam is taking that thing
Nope it's cloning her with the dna pull from the sea anemone and now it's after her damn they make bodies quick
It stabbed her twice in the gutt
Ooo but she slit it's throat with her little safety cut knife (we already saw her tool up as best she could)
And shes now vicariously killed herself
So is this penance for maude complete?
Nope here come this tree sized motherfucker DAMN can sis get a break
Nope they zapped her up into the ship
Insert greg from into the garden wall quote " you gave beautiful eyes"
The one that was visiting in her house touched her head in the ship
It's a bunch of them there though
Oh shizz the flash back
What happened to maude??
Argument mauge pushes her
Oooo shit she bashed maude with a rock FUCK that's pretty dark
They are young but not NEARLY young enough to have this poor emotional regulation skills jeeebUS
This her later trying to write maude letters for a decade ???
Now she's reaching out to her younger self to forgive herself
Looks like they might have pupils after all
The curious ones actually do have language and they are discussing her memories
The ship appears semi sentient and they are talking to it there goes that humor again the ship literally dropped her back out the sky with a thud onto asphalt when it's literally grass every where but that one street
Aliens literally said we ain't taking no child murder into our ranks and dipped??
After an EMDR session???
She has a more modern look now as if she's no longer trapped in the time warp of the past
What about the rest of the town
Oh creepy synched waving / house clean up
At the neighbors now she's dancing with the neighbor boy
Everyone got stepforded?
Dance number
No still kinda old timey dress
Okay now the aliens leave after giving everyone forcible EMDR sessions like an episode of doom patrol this was just that season finale of doom patrol
Humor delightfully weird 3.7 stars 🌟🌟🌟⭐
Tomorrow is talk to me by popular vote
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Bringing these gifs back because I fucking love them
The way five just doesn’t react when klaus steals his drink😭
#I love them#five hargreeves#number five#klaus hargreeves#the umbrella academy#also what is klaus holding in the first one#it looks like a carrot#ooo it’s a tube for drugs??
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OWL HOUSE X CTHULHU MYTHOS: GOD AWAKEN (PT. XII)
The gang waited patiently for Hypnos to return with the Blight child. While waiting, Luz decided to relay the others on their plan.
“Alright, so Amity and I will go to Earth in our astral bodies and when we find out where the book is, Eda will use this bell and bring us back.”
Eda held the bell in her hand and rang it. “Why did you need Amity in particular to travel with you?”
“I knew that Willow and Gus would be attending Hexside tomorrow, and I couldn’t bring them into this kind of situation,” Luz explained, “besides, if they notice I am gone, I am hoping that they’d protect our bodies when we are gone.”
“I am still somewhat unsure about what we are trying to accomplish,” Lilith said, “Hypnos said that you needed to take these...drugs. How are we going to get them?”
Eda flicked her hand. “Don’t worry, sis, I have the solution.”
Eda walked out of the room and loud shuffling was heard. Some potion jars were dropped on the floor and exploded upon impact. The floor began to transform into different objects and shapes when Eda returned carrying a bottle in her hands.
“Sister, that isn’t what I think it is,” Lilith started.
Eda grinned. “Yes, indeed, Lilith; apple blood from 40 years ago!”
“Eda, why in the Titan’s name would you keep that bottle around for 40 years?” King asked.
“Pipe down, dog, I was actually considering saving this brew for Luz when she graduated Hexside, buuuut we could use this to help her travel.”
Luz gagged on reflex. “I don’t know, Eda; what if that’s dangerous?”
“Luz, how I see it, one of two things could happen: either this apple blood will send your soul out of your body so you can jump dimensions, or it could kill you.”
Luz frowned. “Both options sound too risky.”
“Maybe we can use a guinea pig for this experiment,” King suggested. “Hey, Hooty!”
Hooty’s tube head popped into the room, startling Lilith. “Hoot! Hoot! Hey guys!!”
King grimaced at the annoying voice coming from the house demon. “How would you like to play a game?”
Hooty’s black eyes bulged excitedly. “Ooo, a game! What are we playing? Charades? Chess! Ooo, maybe we can see who can put the most worms in their mouths without swallowing!! Hoot! Hoot!!”
“Shut up!” King yelled, his head throbbing, “we need you to drink this.”
He took a mug and poured the apple blood into it. A dark red liquid dripped out of the bottle with a sickly nauseating plop. He placed the mug at Hooty’s invisible feet and waited his eyes growing more intense. Hooty shifted his tube body to smell the concoction. His feathers ruffled in disgust.
“That smells like a goblin soaked his socks in it for months!!”
King nodded. “I know it smells bad, but we need you to drink it.”
“Mmm...what’s in it for me?” Hooty asked.
King scratched the boney part of his head for a moment. “If you do this, then...”
Luz interjected. “We’ll listen to your stories for a whole week!”
King turned to look at Luz with a hint of frustration on his face as if to criticize her for the suggestion. He turned back towards Hooty and forced his head to nod. “Eh...sure.”
Hooty smiled. “A WHOLE WEEK!? You guys hardly ever listen to my stories; finally, I will have some acknowledgment, hoot! Hoot!”
“Ugh, fine, whatever,” King said, “just drink it.”
Hooty knelt his body down to look at the liquid in the mug. Along with the red tint that gave the beverage its name, there appeared to be green moss growing in it. “Ew...do I have to?”
King flicked his fingers. Hooty sighed and closed his eyes so at the least he did not see what he was about to drink. The tip of his beak formed into a circular shape and he took a long swig of the concoction. King and the others felt their cheeks turning green.
“He’s...really doing it,” King observed, “I was kind of half-kidding when I said that we should test it on him.”
Hooty finished the mug and looked up again at the others. He didn’t say anything to them.
“Uh...Hooty?” Luz said, “are you okay??”
Hooty’s eyes widened and glimmered from seemingly glaring into the universe itself. Before they could say anything additional, Hooty fell to his side.
“Oh cramity, I think we killed Hooty!” Luz said.
Eda knelt down and placed two fingers close to Hooty’s mouth. “Naw, he’s still warm.”
“If only he was dead,” King complained.
“Then that means the astral travel had worked?” Lilith asked.
“Mmm...looks like it had.” Eda answered. “He’s probably already going down one of those wacko dimensions as we speak.”
King poked Hooty with a stick. “He was the security system, though; are you sure we can handle things while he is gone?”
“Of course, it’s just that we have to watch two girls’ bodies while they are traveling through the vastness of space.” Eda shrugged her shoulders. “It’s not that complicated.”
Luz looked at the unconscious tube bird and then at the apple blood. “Well, Hooty’s a house demon, and I’m a human.”
“Oh, that is true,” Eda said, “some drinks in our world might do unspeakably malicious things on your system.”
“Knock, knock.”
Hypnos came in carrying Amity on his back. “I got the girl!”
“Amity!” Luz screamed.
Amity immediately blushed from hearing Luz’s voice.
“Oh, Luz! Fancy meeting you here!”
“I live here,” Luz pointed out.
“Oh, right, you live here,” Amity giggled anxiously. “And I came here to see you.”
Amity tensed up from Luz’s stare. “I spoke to much!”
Hypnos rolled his eyes and sat Amity down. “You can have your infatuation moment later on.”
“Amity, we need your help,” Luz said.
Amity slammed her fist into her open palm. “Yes, who do I have to kill?”
She scanned the room for a moment and saw that Lilith was sitting on the couch. “You wanted me to kill her?”
Lilith held her hand out. “Woah, woah, I know it looks bad, but-”
Without much prompt, Amity conjured up her Abomination and it towered over the older witch. “Abomination, kill!”
Amity’s Abomination grabbed Lilith with his right hand and started to compress her with its large fingers. Lilith squirmed underneath the grip of the blobby monster to no avail.
“Amity, wait, please!” Lilith yelled.
“That’s what you get when you tried to kill my girl!” Amity yelled. She turned to look at Luz only now realizing what she had just said. “I-I mean my friend! No one tries to kill my friend.”
Eda stood up and grabbed onto Amity’s hand. “As much as I can understand your anger, this isn’t why we called you.”
Amity’s cheeks were red again this time from embarrassment. “Oh...sorry Lilith.”
The Abomination dropped a traumatized Lilith on the couch. “So, why am I here?”
They explained to Amity everything from Nyarlathotep’s return to the Boiling Isles, and how Emperor Belos was working alongside the dark god to enact the Day of Unity. Amity sat on the couch and quietly listened. Each passing moment, Amity felt a sense of dread overtake her. She looked down at her hands.
“All the times I used magic; you mean to tell me I was actually profiting off the sacrifices of different witches?”
Luz nodded sadly. “I am sorry that you had to learn about the darker side of the Isles’ history.”
“But if what you are saying is true, wouldn’t it make more sense to infiltrate the Emperor’s Coven and steal the portal door from Belos under his nose?” Amity asked.
Hypnos wagged his finger. “Belos is far too powerful to take on at your state.” He walked over to a wall of the house. “You all would get slaughtered the moment you step foot in his kingdom.”
“I guess that makes sense,” Amity said, “but...drinking this potent apple blood. Would it be too dangerous?”
King pointed at Hooty’s lifeless body. “It worked for Hooty.”
Amity frowned. “He looks dead.”
“No, he’s not dead,” King assured her, “he still has a pulse, see?”
He grabbed Hooty’s head and shook it in his hands. Amity’s fears were not comforted in the slightest. King tired himself out from shaking Hooty and unceremoniously dropped the head carelessly on the ground.
“There is no other way,” Luz said, “there is only one portal key, and that is what Belos currently has in his possession.”
“True, but...I am still worried,” Amity noted.
Luz clutched her hand tenderly. “Don’t worry; I’ll be doing it with you.”
Amity’s heart galloped quickly behind her ribs. Oh, sweet Titan, she was holding the hand of her crush. It was...soft, silky smooth like a baby’s bottom. Even though it was a mundane gesture, Amity felt that she was committing a grave sin. Her thoughts were spiraling out of control she couldn’t stand it. Dear Titan, give her strength.
“Amity, are you okay?” Luz asked in concern.
Amity quickly broke out of cloud nine still as red as ever. “I-I’m fine, Amity.”
“But you’re Amity,” Luz pointed out.
Sweat rolled down Amity’s forehead in beads along with some sweat accumulating onto Luz’s hand. “Oh, right, I am, aren’t I?”
She giggled nervously hoping to at least get the others laughing to feel less awkward. When she was met with the dead eyes of the others, she stopped laughing. “Let’s just do it.”
Outside of the owl house, the spy quietly listened and turned to return to Belos to report on what he had heard. As morning encroached on the Blight family, Odalia was already in the kitchen, having woken up earlier than the other members of her family.
“And this time, serve us something that we’d actually want to eat,” Odalia said sternly to her maid.
“As you wish, ma’am,” the maid groaned.
Odalia withdrew one of her favorite mugs from the cabinet and started to prepare some apple blood for herself. While gathering the ingredients, she heard a slight knock at the front door. Odalia groaned in annoyance. “Who can that be at this hour?”
She yelled for the maid to stop what she was doing and go to the door. She waited around a few minutes, but the same droning of the door echoed through the house. “Come on, what am I paying you for?”
Odalia rubbed her chin. Oh, right, she wasn’t paying her in snails. She thought about waking up her husband, but she couldn’t remember hearing him snore or let alone hear him move around in his bed. Maybe the twins, but they would probably do something mischievous as they often do. Amity? She was still somewhat upset at her daughter’s scathing opposition of her demands so she was likely to continue to be on her rebel streak.
The knock at the door only further annoyed the Blight matriarch. “Alright, fine, I will do it.”
She exited the kitchen and walked to the front door. “Yes, I am here; stop with your petulant, infernal knocking!”
She opened the door and was surprised with what she was seeing. There stood one of the imperial guards of the Emperor. Odalia rubbed the tiredness out of her eyes out of fear of hallucinating the event. But it was very real. In the guard’s hand was a scroll.
“Pray tell, why are you here at my house at this hour?”
The imperial guard didn’t speak. Instead, the guard rolled out the scroll in front of her and read what was on it. “Miss Odalia Blight, the Emperor has requested an audience with you.”
Odalia stepped back. “With...with me? Emperor Belos?”
“Aye; now please come with me.”
Emperor Belos was once again on his throne, passively waiting. His spy stood by the throne on the right side of it.
“Yes, my lord,” the spy replied, “the human girl is planning on arriving to the Earth before you can claim the book.”
Emperor Belos chuckled. He tentatively touched the scar on his mask that he received from his last encounter with the girl. “She is a very resourceful young lady, isn’t she?”
“As you say, my lord; what is the purpose of the book if you do not mind me asking?”
“It is an ancient book that was written thousands of years before I arrived to the Boiling Isles; it records many secrets and accesses to the dark arts. The book documents beings like the Titan and where they trekked and from where they will once again walk.”
The spy was about to say something else, but he was interrupted by Kikimora.
“We’ve retrieved her.”
Emperor Belos nodded and held his staff in his hand bidding the spy to leave. The spy understood and began to walk out. Down the corridors, he caught a glimpse of Odalia. Both of their eyes locked on each other. Before Odalia could say something about the peculiar stranger, the spy turned away and fastened his pace. Odalia shrugged and subsequently shook out any iota of suspicion from her mind. Belos stood from his throne to glance at Nyarlathotep.
“The deed is done, Master,” Belos said solemnly.
“Very good indeed,” the Crawling Chaos replied. “Leave us.”
As Belos turned to walk away, Nyarlathotep held out his staff. “I pray ask is your devotion still towards me?”
Belos lightly pushed the staff aside. “Yes, Master; I would never betray you.”
Nyarlathotep directly stared into Belos’ blue eyes for a few seconds and withdrew the staff. “Very well.”
Belos left through the back of his throne, relieved that Nyarlathotep didn’t suspect the spear he had locked away. Nyarlathotep sat down in the place of the Emperor and waited.
“Lord Belos, I’m he-”
Odalia stumbled on her words. Instead of Belos, she was instead in the presence of some...swarthy man. And yet, something about the dark-skinned man was oddly enthralling. His chiseled appearance; the intensity of his eyes; he had colored strips of linen on his head. From what Odalia could speculate, he was without a doubt of royalty.
“Welcome, Odalia, matriarch of the Blight family,” Nyarlathotep replied.
He had a smooth-way of speaking, sometimes even deliberately prolonging the last letter of his words to burrow into Odalia’s mind.
“Who are you?” Odalia finally asked.
“I am Nyarlathotep,” he replied, “I have risen from the blackness of twenty-seven centuries to deliver a message.”
“What is it that you want with me?” Odalia inquired.
“Why to join the Emperor’s Coven of course!” Nyarlathotep said extatically whilst raising his toned arms.
Odalia couldn’t believe it. Joining the coven was always a lifelong dream of hers, but due to forces outside of her own, she was forced to leave it as it was: a dream. This was the exact reason she wanted Amity to try for the Emperor’s Coven when she became of age. But with Amity speaking a lot of insolence lately, Odalia realized that she could not live through her daughter, even if she forced her to dye her hair to match her own.
“Well?” Nyarlathotep asked.
Odalia fidgeted with her fingers. “It is a great honor, my lord, but I feel that my chances of officially joining it are slim.”
Nyarlathotep tilted his head. “I am a representative of the Titan that you revere.”
Odalia raised an eyebrow. “You are?”
“The Titan has informed me that the Day of Unity is at hand: the gods have declared that there would come a new birth for the Boiling Isles, one where the weak are suppressed and extinguished from this land. The strong will rule this land and will never grow weary. Your lineage will be exalted above the heights of the clouds and will be a force to reckon with.”
Odalia tapped her chin with her fingers. That sounded like a good deal; join the Emperor’s Coven and she would reap the benefits of it. “If I do this, I will make the Blight family name the greatest in the world?”
Nyarlathotep sneered. “All of creation will know your name from the furthest parts of the galaxy to the fabric of reality itself.”
“You have yourself a deal, Nyarlathotep,” Odalia smiled.
Nyarlathotep took his finger and drew a circle. From the small portal, a book fell. The book opened itself up to reveal an empty page. Nyarlathotep took the pen fashioned from bone and motioned for Odalia to take it.
“Your blood, please.”
Odalia hesitated at first out of disgust that she would have to prick her finger and write her name in her own blood on some crummy old paper, but the promises that the Crawling Chaos promised her proved too powerful. She jabbed her finger with the bone with enough force that even Nyarlathotep was slightly taken aback by her decision. Her blood dripped through the page and onto the other pages.
“Excellent work, Odalia,” Nyarlathotep proclaimed, “for enlisting, I will bestow you with this.”
He produced a staff and placed it in her hand. “A staff.”
Odalia looked at the staff with curiosity. “But I already have one at home.”
“I know; but this staff, in particular, can collect magic, not just from your magic bile, but from any other source.”
“Hm, that would be useful,” Odalia thought, “what shall you have me do?”
Nyarlathotep turned her back into the hands of Emperor Belos and they walked down the empire. Through the doors, Belos stopped and talked to Odalia.
“It is great that you are assisting in our cause; The Day of Unity is upon us.”
They came upon a door that was locked away from the other rooms. Belos, with staff in hand, placed the tip of it on a sensor button. The door opened to allow the two in. Through the doors, Odalia saw more of the Emperor’s imperial guards walking to and fro on the stairways carrying heavy boxes. What struck her the most was the large machine in the middle of the bizarre laboratory.
“What is that, my lord?” Odalia asked.
“A gateway to other worlds,” Belos passively explained, “when the human girl came to rescue the Owl Lady, she tried to destroy the door that led to the Earth.”
“So, you managed to salvage what was left of it?”
“Very observative, Odalia,” Belos stated, “as we speak, the human and your daughter are going to go to Earth to acquire a book that I am after.”
“Daughter?” Odalia repeated.
The twins were still at home. She hadn’t heard anything from Amity when she had her talk with her which meant....her eyes doubled in size from the rationalization.
“I told Amity to not associate with that rat,” Odalia lamented, “I apologize for her; if she did something treasonous...the family line then....”
Belos held his hand out to silence her. “The Titan has told me that to stop the foolish human girl, you will lead a righteous crusade on the Earth.”
Odalia bowed her head. “It is an honor to work with you in the name of the Titan.”
Belos led her deeper into the laboratory. “As you know, the cost of treason against our way of life is petrification.”
Odalia gulped deeply as a sign of her comprehending the cost of treason.
“But you may not be aware of what becomes of the soul of the traitor, I assume?”
He opened another door in the laboratory. The imperial guards were painstakingly melding together red scraps of metal to form rows of armor. A conveyor belt carried the scraps of metal to assemble them. At the top of the conveyor belt was a large vat. It contained a scorching hot, melted down liquid and tipped itself into tubes. The hot liquid flowed through a series of pipes to a slab of metal. The slabs of metal slammed together with great pressure.
The substance sizzled and cooled remaining that way for thirty seconds until the slabs drew themselves away. In the middle were more of the scraps of metal. Odalia’s eyes twinkled.
“Armor? For what?”
“For the crusade,” Belos explained, “but does something strike you as peculiar about the metal?”
Odalia looked closely at the suits of armor unsure of what to expect. It soon became clear: armor that was being hammered into place moved about sluggishly. Each piece of metal that was hammered on made the armor jolt in excruciating pain. It was becoming crystal clear what Belos implicated with the armor: the armor was alive, and reacting in distress. The imperial guards picked and prodded at the armor suits forcing them into open boxes with their staffs laced with electrical wires.
Belos stood in front of one of the suits of armor and struck it.
“When these former witches committed treason, their bodies were left behind, but as for their souls...they were incapable of escaping their fates. So...after giving it some consideration, I had tasked my servants with collecting pieces of the stone statues and mixing them with metal native to the Isles to create a sturdier metal.”
“Then that means,” Odalia started.
“That is right; the souls of the executed witches were melted down to create the perfect metal for the perfect suits of armor.”
The armor moved around in a method similar to how Abominations are maneuvered. However, it was apparent that they still retained enough of their senses to feel pain. Shrill screams seeped out from the helmets of the metal in forced fits of air. They wobbled on their feet yet could not go one minute without falling over. Black paste oozed out through cracks of the armor making it more unsightly. And yet the imperial guards cared not one bit about the suffering of the souls and resumed work on them. Any of the armor suits that failed to be fully operational were picked up by pulleys and dropped back into the vat to be melted down again so the process could start anew.
“And you need me to lead these...things?” Odalia asked Emperor Belos once again.
“Of course! But when your daughter goes to Earth, you won’t be able to see her without this.”
One of his servants had a necklace on a small cushion. Belos thanked him for it and placed it around Odalia’s neck. “The necklace was crafted from a special type of salt that will make Amity and the human girl visible.”
Odalia took the necklace in her hand and looked at it. “Very well; and how will I lead the armor?”
“With the staff my master granted you, of course,” Belos responded, “you must collect enough magic in order to keep them under control.”
More magic she thought. It could take forever to collect as much magic as she could, and the Day of Unity might already be over. While pondering, she shook her head deeply to Belos and turned to walk away. She was hoping for Nyarlathotep to give her advice on what she had to do, but he mysteriously disappeared without a trace.
She returned home this time hearing someone else stir awake. Odalia tensed up instinctively and hid in the kitchen underneath the table. She held her breath hoping that she wouldn’t be found with the device. The staff glowed ominously sensing that magic was near.
“Mom, is that you?”
Odalia could recognize that voice as belonging to none other than her son Edric. It made some considerable sense because he would typically wake up at the time of day before his twin sister. Odalia was about to respond to him, but she saw that the staff was glowing a deeper shade. The thought crossed her mind: in order for her to control the armor suits, she needed magic. And lots of it. She did live in a house with four other residents...Belos didn’t say anything about where it had to come from.
Odalia got up from the bottom of the table and tapped the top of the staff on its flat surface. “Yes, Edric, come in here.”
Edric came in, hair disheveled and yawning deeply. He stretched his arms until there was a small, audible popping sound. “What’s going on?” He rubbed the tiredness from his eyes and caught a glimpse of the staff. “Oh, cool staff! Where did you get it?”
Odalia did not respond to her son’s inquiries. Instead, she walked closer to him with the staff. Edric felt uncomfortable and tried to step back. This did not deter his mom, however. She held the staff’s head above Edric’s head. The spear glowed crimson red and began to “feed.”
A vapor slipped out of the orifices of Edric’s face. They came together to create one green, thick puff of an amorphous, shapeless mass and was absorbed into the spear. Edric gagged and wobbled the more that the staff drew from him. He grabbed onto one of the chairs at the table to hold himself up whilst grasping at his throat with his other hand. The color in his skin began to fade away until nothing more than a paper-thin hue remained.
“Mom, what are you doing?”
He tried to reach towards his mother, but Odalia continued to hold the staff without issue. She stops draining Edric once he fell on the ground.
“That might be enough for now,” Odalia said, “but to be sure, I will have to take you with me.”
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Prologue of A Year Without Welcome To The Foot
Karai finally gets her hands on Leo and begins the process of making him hers.
WARNING: RAPE/NON CON
Here is the story that follows this nugget
The cold; that was the first thing he realized when the haze of unconsciousness lifted. The second was the unfavorable position he was now in, stripped of all gear and his clothes besides the tight boxer briefs clinging to his muscular thighs and that he was restrained to a large metal table. The only good thing was that his many cuts and abrasions he had sustained from his fight with Karai and the Foot were now bandage. He mentally berated himself; he had gotten sloppy and forgot to pay attention to his surroundings for a few moments and that moment of lapse in his training had cost him dearly.
It had been a slow night; Don had remained home with you back at the lair and Raph and Mikey were scattered about the city with their own watch. Each of his younger brothers had chirped in his ear to end the night, something about a video game that needed conquering. Making the call he pressed his thumb down on the com beginning his order to call it a night. “Alright guys, it’s been slow…” mid-sentence he heard them, heard the shuriken wiz by slicing the wire to his com severing the connection with his brothers.
The comm dropped from his fingers as he dodged several bodies aimed for him all holding what looked like a net, they may have caught him off guard, but he wouldn’t make it easy for them.
The muscle bound mutant rolled away from their searching hands but managed to end up before a smug Karai, hands on her hips, katana in hand. Before the fight had even started she knew she had won. He was hopelessly outnumbered.
The fight he put up sent many of her men to their early graves but in the end, Leo was outnumbered and outflanked and with a tranq dart to his neck from long range got them the edge they needed to secure the leader. They had caught him unawares and it cost him his freedom.
Now he was god knows were, defenseless and at their mercy.
He sat alone in that room for nearly 30 minutes before he heard the clicks of her high heels against the cement floor approaching the door. The door handle turned and the dark hair Kunoichi slipped soundlessly into the room. She stayed back watching him with her hands hidden behind her back. Her dark brown eyes drug over him in a predatory gaze making him feel like a piece of meat on display.
“What do you want Karai?” he finally rumbled angrily. Her red lips parted into a wide smile that gave him chills, this wasn’t a welcoming smile, oh no this toothy grin promised agony that hadn’t even begun.
“Want?” she tutted pushing away from the wall. “I already have what I want….” She came up beside Leonardo allowing her right hand to run up the length of his calf all the way to the muscular thigh stopping just before she reached the substantial bulge in his underwear. She licked her lips hungry for the prize that lay beneath.
When her eyes met his Leo knew exactly what she meant and growled yanking at his unforgiving restraints, “I am not an item to be picked off the shelf for your entertainment Karai. I am not yours, nor will I ever be.”
She ignored him and continued her examination keeping the pads of her fingers on his green flesh. “I’ve waited so long for this moment Leonardo; I’ve dreamt of it actually. I’ve woken up breathless and throbbing with my unspent desire for you. Finally I have you to myself, to see what this magnificent body of yours can do to mine.” Eyes hooded she leaned down to him. “I wonder if your can smell my need for you right now?”
That he did, it was pungent and sour, a testament to her promiscuity within the clan. “You will do nothing to this body; it does not belong to you. I’m warning you Karai, do not touch me.”
“Ahh my dear Leonardo that is where you are wrong…at least for the moment.” Finally, her other hand appeared holding a syringe and her thumb pressed down a little on the plunger to expel a thin stream of the liquid held inside. “Besides what will you do if I do take what I want from you? You are far from home and your brothers my love and without your tracking beacon in your com I’m afraid a rescue attempt will be unlikely. But I do have good news, have you ever desired to see Japan Leonardo? Because that is where you are, several floors below ground in Foot Headquarters in Tokyo Japan.”
Leo felt his heart begin to beat wildly behind his chest plates. He was across the ocean in Japan and more importantly what was in her hand? He shifted in his restraints now focused fully on the substance in the syringe. His tongue darted out moistening his dry lips and Leo locked eyes with his deadly capture. “What’s in the syringe Karai?”
Karai smiled sweetly at the panicking terrapin and began to take her shoes off letting them clatter to the cold floor. Next her fingers found her belt and with one hand shimmied out of her tight black pants and slipped her shirt over her head. There she stood half naked in her deep blue lace bra and panties. There was no way that wasn’t coincidence.
“Do you like them Leo? I wore them just for you, for our first time…..”
“No.” he snapped in a commanding voice, Hoping maybe he could talk some sense into her “You are not going to do this. There is no honor is rape Karai, because that is what this will be if you continue on this path. I am not willing. What’s in the syringe?” He asked again.
Karai taped a finger on the glass tube gently making the liquid slosh around. “Oh this? This is something very important my love. This serum is fresh off the press and ready to help you see things my way. In fact you’ll be happy to obey my orders and you’ll be my right hand man, my companion, my lover. You see, I’ve wanted you for a very long time you troublesome turtle. You’ve defying me for the last time, you belong to me now, to the foot.” She ran the tip of the needle over his thigh and up the tender green skin between his carapace and plastron. “This is the first dose, to make you pliable, confused and compliant. I need you disoriented for this process to work.”
“What process? Karai? Please don’t do this?” You ran through his mind, his brothers, he was in trouble and no one knew where he was. Then he felt it, the sting of the needle piercing the scales in the crook of his arm. He hissed and watched helplessly as the kunoichi pressed the plunger down injecting the unknown substance into his veins.
The effects were almost instantaneous, a flood of warmth converged through his system fogging his senses. Leo’s head lulled back and forth trying to pull his thoughts back; he tried focusing on you, your face, and your laugh. “Y/N” he moaned helplessly seeing your face fade into the haze.
Fighting with himself Leo felt someone get on the table, moving over him and straddling his hips. Then warm wandering hands began roaming digging into the hard muscle of his thighs, slipping under the thin fabric that was his only sanctuary in this mess.
“Leo.” A soft voice cooed gently in the fog, “I want you.”
“Y/N?” he called again confused, what was happening?
“No Leo it’s me, Karai, your love, your mate.” Karai leaned forward into his blurry field of vision.
His blue eyes blinked rapidly trying to clear his vision, and the confusion bloomed when warm lips covered his. Slow and deep the kiss progressed quickly and Leo couldn’t help but rumble into the mouth that demanded his obedience, his surrender.
Karai did her best not to squeal in delight as Leo’s confusion continued and now he was starting to respond to her kiss. His lips parted allowing her tongue to taste the sweetness of his mouth sweeping over his tongue. The Doctor was worth his weight in gold, it was working! Leonardo was going to be hers.
She rocked her hips into his groin, two thin pieces of fabric separating her from her ultimate goal, the terrapin’s glorious cock. Her cunt snapped at the thought of it and was absolutely soaking being so close to its prize. Karai released his mouth and traveled south licking her way down the scarred plastron. When her mouth came to the V of his thighs she found his cock already half hard from the concoction running through his veins.
She pulled down the elastic of his underwear and palmed the rapidly swelling flesh, covering the leaking helm with her mouth savoring the musky flavor of the mutant. It was even better then she had imagined.
When his hips bucked up in reaction Karai sunk down to the root of him swallowing when he rammed into the back of her throat. She hummed around the embedded flesh and the terrapin lifted his hips and moaned. “That’s it give in to me.” Karai crooned in her mind.
Karai took advantage of the lift and snuck both hands under his ass grabbing at the dense muscles there. She hollowed her cheeks and began to bob her head up and down working the turtle into a whimpering frenzy.
Leo’s breath hitched and growled, “Karai stop…I-I don’t want this….gods help m-meee…fuck…”
With a pop her mouth came free of his cock and she crawled up his body straddling his hips once again. “You’re mine now Leo, you can never go back to her, but your brothers are part of my plan and they will follow soon enough but I need you first, body and soul.” Karai reached down to her panties and moved to the side gripping his throbbing length in her hand giving it a commanding squeeze.
The fog grew thicker dulling everything he was, he could feel her touching him, sucking him. He didn’t want this, this wasn’t right…..please someone help. The cold was seeping away now; fire bloomed in his veins as he tried to fight its hold on him. He was losing.
As the cold air hit his cock and her body slipped up to cover his hips Leo tensed. Her hand gripped him hard and he shifted his hips trying to move free of her unwanted grasp. “Please…stop..” he tried again but she didn’t relent and when she slowly lowered herself onto his cock Leo squeezed his eyes shut as the tight heat engulfed him.
“Oooh..ooOohhh…fuck…Leooooo.” Karai sang as his massive length filled her eager cunt to the point of pain. She had never taken someone so big, the mix of pain and pleasure was mind numbing and she cried out at the euphoria of their union.
When she finally took every pulsing inch he had to offer Karai let out a low whimper at the sheer fullness of it all. She stilled as her ass rested on his lower plastron and she could feel the faintest twitch from the embedded flesh. It was overwhelming, glorious and she wanted it all and now she had it.
After adjusting to his turgid length she lifted her hips pulling almost free of the rooted flesh and slammed back down making both parties gasp. As the pain began to subside and bloom into a raging inferno of bliss Karai tilted her hips and began to ride the confused terrapin with enthusiasm. “Leo…mmmmfuckk..you’re so bi…FUCK! I didn’t know it would be this good!”
Leo tried so hard to keep his body from responding to the unwanted stimuli. No matter how much he concentrated the serum coursing through his blood stream was taking away his will. His hips lifted on their own accord to meet every downward thrust Karai gave. Even the tight coiling heat in his belly was spiraling out of control. He didn’t want this but Karai knew what she as doing, she knew where to touch, how to angle her body to make sure her silken core ran over the right spots of his cock. His fingernails scrapped across the metal as Leo fought of control, he didn’t want to give her his seed, and it wasn’t for her. It was for……..who was it for again? He belonged to someone right? He wasn’t supposed to be here, this woman atop of him wasn’t supposed to be doing this? Right? But then why did it feel so good? No, he was being raped, he was being taken without his permission. Karai was raping him!
“S-stopp…..shell….please….oh gods!” he moaned thrashing beneath the determined kunoichi.
“If y-you don’t like it then why are you so fucking hard?!”
His cock was aching from the very base to the tip as she gripped the sides of his plastron, nails digging into his exposed sides. Karai ground down suddenly making the tip of his member press to the back of her sodden canal. The pressure burned at the base of his cock and when she lifted quickly drug her cunt over the underside of his head and she arched crooning her pleasure and then tensed.
“Leoooo….LEO SO GOOD! I’mmm going…too…Oh my god!! LEOOO!”
He felt the flood of her release first then the muscles of her core constrict around him as Karai sped up her rhythm now dropping down to meet his driving hips. She began to flutter around him pulling at his release Leonardo had been trying so desperately to withhold. The heat in his belly coiled tighter and as his name resounded throughout the small room the thread finally snapped on his famous control and his climax hit hard. The muscles in his thick legs tensed pushing up into the body above him sinking the rapidly expanding length into the willing heat that was surrounding him. Leonardo roared pouring every pulse of his cum into her warmth milking him into oblivion. His balls clenched pushing every drop of his ejaculate out giving all he had to his captor.
As his heart beat faster and his inhibitions lowered from the serotonin flooding his system the serum worked its magic seeping into his brain dulling memories and his free will. His brothers faces faded, you faded, the lair and his life as he known it. He was losing it all.
Karai gripped his face and kissed Leonardo fiercely as they both came down. Her hips rolled feeling him still rock hard within. “We are far from done with you my love but this process will be so delicious. Welcome to the Foot Leonardo.”
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Tree House Kisses, Chapter 34 (Adorney) - Scorpio and Veronica
A/N: Click here for previous chapters. xoxo!
Chapter Summary: Adore turns 16. Courtney keeps reaching out.
Chapter 34: I Don’t Wanna Wait
Pearl tossed her bag across the basement floor, letting it fall as it may, momentarily pulling Willam’s attention away from his phone.
“Someone’s birthday is coming up,” Pearl sang, grinning at Adore as she quickly snatched the box of Cheez-Its from Trinity.
“Hey!”
Pearl flashed her a smile before shoving a handful of crackers into her mouth and then returning the box. She flopped onto the couch beside Adore and poked her in the side.
“So…birthday…ehhh?” she teased gently.
Adore gave her a small smile and nod; it felt like the millionth time she heard that line in the past couple days, and she was just about annoyed with it.
“Yeah! Are you excited? Bonnie make any plans?” Fame snapped her mirror closed, eyes lighting up in curiosity.
“Yeah, nothing too big. Angelica’s coming over and we’re gonna go out to eat. It’ll be nice.” Adore shrugged, playing with the loose thread on her jeans.
“Are we allowed to come or is it family only?” Trinity inquired, barely glancing up from her homework.
“If not, we’re gonna do something for her birthday anyway.” Violet shrugged, plopping down beside Trinity.
“Will it involve drugs and sex?” asked Willam.
“Do you know how to have fun any other kind of way?” Trinity rolled her eyes at Willam.
“I’m plenty fun!” Willam yelled, throwing an eraser at Trinity’s back.
“Ow, that hurt. You ass!” Trinity quickly scrambled to find the eraser to throw it back.
“Of course you guys are invited. Wouldn’t want to spend my birthday any other way,” Adore announced.
“So, we need to go shopping for a birthday outfit. I don’t have anything to wear,” Violet grabbed Trinity’s homework, copying the answers onto her own.
“Yeah, because it’ll be a shame if you didn’t look your best on Adore’s birthday,” Pearl joked.
“Exactly,” Violet replied with a smirk and a hair toss.
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Courtney finished slicing tomatoes for the salad just as her mother strolled into the room. Thankfully, dinner tonight was just going to be the two of them, as Grandma Muriel was in San Diego visiting her cousins.
“Looks great, love!” Karen said, dropping a kiss to the top of her head.
“Thanks. Do you want avocado?”
“Why not? I’ve been good today.”
Courtney chuckled. Only her mother would see something that grew on a tree in their backyard as an indulgence.
“So, how was school this week?” Karen asked, pulling their vegan enchiladas out of the oven.
“Alright.”
“Just alright?”
Courtney shrugged.
“Hey, isn’t it Dory’s birthday this weekend?”
“Uh...yeah.” Courtney set the salad bowls on the table and dropped into her seat, avoiding her mother’s curious gaze.
“Does she have anything exciting planned?”
“Um...I’m not sure.”
“You’re not sure? So she’s not having a party?”
“I don’t-I don’t think so.” Courtney stuffed a forkful of salad into her mouth. She knew that she should have told her mom what was happening, but every part of her thought that it would’ve blown over by now.
“Well, maybe you want to plan something for her here? It’s been warm, so you can use the backyard-”
“She’s not talking to me, okay?!” Courtney finally met her mother’s eyes, and the concerned surprise made her feel even sicker than she already was. “She hasn’t talked to me since before school started. So...I don’t know if she’s having a party, and if she is, I wouldn’t be invited anyway, so…”
Karen paused, placing her fork down. She could see the misery on her daughter’s face and for a split second, guilt rose in her chest. How could Courtney be in a fight with her best friend of almost 10 years without her mother knowing?
“Are you okay, love? Do you want to talk about it?”
Courtney shook her head, tears collecting in her eyes. She took a deep breath, trying to pull herself together as her vision blurred. She’d cried so much in the last month that she was shocked she had anything left. Arms suddenly wrapped around her shoulders, as her mom hugged her tightly.
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Adore and the rest of the girls wandered through the mall, floating from store to store, trying to find the perfect outfit for her dinner.
Little miss fashionista, Violet, pulled Adore away from every store she’d normally find herself going into. No ripped jeans, frayed skirts or 80s band shirts. Violet had a vision; elegant grunge, elevated chola. At least Violet knew her style, unlike Fame, who pulled her into every store she’d normally only enter if a certain green-eyed blonde pouted and tugged her in.
Adore tried not to think about her too much. Actually, she’d done a pretty good job not thinking too much at all.
The hardest part was just trying to fill that void that she left in Adore’s-
“Ooo, look, look, look at this! So cute!” Fame’s squealing jolted Adore out of her thoughts, as she grabbed a bright pink, thinned strapped, shimmery crop top off the racks, putting it to her chest for the girls to look.
“Uh, I think it’s cute for you,” Adore tried to keep her dislike for the brightly colored top off her face.
“You don’t like it?” Fame pouted slightly, looking in a mirror.
“Come on, Fame. You know that the only time you’ll find something like that in Adore’s closet is if Courtney-“ Trinity stopped short, quickly realizing her slip up.
She could feel Adore’s big hazel eyes staring at her and Trinity gulped, avoiding her gaze. In a haste to change the subject she quickly grabbed a dark green top off a rack.
“I think this is more Adore’s style.” Trinity finally looked over at her blue-haired friend, “Don’t you think, Adore?”
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Bonnie started to climb into her car when a petite figure came darting around the corner, hissing, “Wait!”
She looked up and saw Courtney, eyes fearful, hurrying over to her with a small, wrapped box.
“Hey sweetie, how are y-”
“I’m sure you know that she’s mad at me,” Courtney said flatly. “I don't want you to take away from her day, so, don't give it to her tonight. But...maybe tomorrow? I don't want her to think I forgot.” She handed over the package, chewing nervously on her bottom lip.
Bonnie raised an eyebrow, putting a hand on Courtney's shoulder.
“You sure, babe? You know she can’t stay mad at you. Why not give it to her tomorrow yourself?”
Courtney's eyes filled with tears. She didn’t have the heart to tell Bonnie how long it had already been. Or how wrong she was, about everything. She just nodded, swallowing down the lump in her throat.
“I’m sorry to put you in the middle, Bonnie.”
Bonnie tucked a lock of blonde hair behind her ear and smoothed it down, saying, “It’s okay, honey. And don't worry, alright? I'll give her the present first thing tomorrow.”
“Thank you.”
“Anytime.” Bonnie leaned in and planted a kiss on Courtney’s forehead. “I’ll see you soon, hmm?”
“Yeah. Okay.” Courtney pulled away, turning and running back towards her house so that Bonnie didn’t see the tears spilling down her cheeks.
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With dazed eyes, Adore watched herself in the reflection of Violet’s vanity. Everything was coming together nicely and her birthday had been going well so far.
She felt good about her birthday outfit considering the time and bickering it took for everyone to come to an agreement.
She liked the way the red tube top looked against her skin. Violet picked out the perfect faux leather pants that Adore thought flattered her shape nicely and she could wear with her favorite black laced ankle boots. Trinity had found the cutest oversized heart-shaped hoops and some black and red rhinestone bracelets in Claire’s to complete her outfit.
Adore had decided to get ready at Violet’s with the rest of the gang, with plans to meet her family at the restaurant.
Lately, she’d found herself becoming more dependent on the distraction of her friends to keep her mind off of Courtney. And today she needed that distraction more than ever.
Everything just seemed so off.
Her thoughts constantly wandered off, thinking about her bright green eyes and infectious laugh.
Courtney always made sure to be the first to tell Adore happy birthday; she’d stay over the night before so that when the clock struck 12, Courtney was always the first to do the honors.
The last three birthdays, Courtney had made a tradition of slinging Adore’s curtains open the minute the sun rose before climbing onto Adore’s bed, jumping around, sounding off with noisemakers and popping confetti all over her.
But this morning, Adore had slept in, not dragging herself out of bed until 12. As she scrolled through text messages, MySpace posts, and emails from family and friends wishing her a sweet sixteen she found herself bracing for Courtney’s usual grand entrance or call or text message or even some sappy post.
But it never happened.
And that was Courtney’s fault.
This all was, Adore had to remind herself, as she still craved for Courtney to call her, to sing her happy birthday or text her some sappy paragraph about growing old.
“I think it’ll be cute,” Pearl defended. She wanted to put a few braids in Adore’s hair and tease it, but Violet thought otherwise, wanting an updo and maybe giving Adore some bangs.
The two girls quarreled over Adore’s hairstyle as Fame took charge of her makeup.
“More glitter!” Willam ordered Fame.
“Willam! I know what I’m doing, give me some space.” Fame huffed, annoyed with Willam’s hovering.
Adore had hoped that the chaos of getting ready with them would keep her mind off Courtney, but she was wrong. Her eyes constantly found their way to her phone, waiting for the ring. Waiting for her phone to light up with Courtney’s number.
-
Walking into the restaurant, the gang followed the hostess towards the back where her mom and sister had already settled in. Adore’s face lit up when she saw that Adrian, who she was told wasn’t gonna be able to make it, stood from his seat. He rushed to her, wrapping her in a hug.
Adore laughed and squealed as she tried to squirm away from him. Mostly out of embarrassment, but with claims she didn’t wanna ruin her makeup.
“You’re just getting so big,” Adrian teased, “it’s right what they say ‘they grow up so fast.”
“Adore, you look so pretty,” Angelica complimented pulling her from Adrian into a tight hug. “I love these,” she commented on the earrings, “and your makeup looks incredible.”
“Thanks—“
“I picked out the earrings!” Trinity butted in.
“Yeah?” Angelica glanced at the girl.
“Yeah, they were on sale for five dollars.”
“I did her makeup,” Fame cut in, proud of her work.
“And I helped!” Willam reminded.
“No, you didn’t.”
“I said more glitter! Without me, the look would be trash.”
The clicking and flashing of the camera quickly stopped the bickering between the two as they posed for Bonnie.
“This is my good side.” Willam smiled as he shoved Pearl out the way, squeezing next to Violet.
“Hey!” Pearl shoved Willam back.
“The pretty ones need to be next to each other,” he gestured to himself, Violet and Fame. “Stand next to Trin.”
“How do you deal with them?” Angelica joked.
Adore shrugged “They’re fucking cool. Plus they always have my back.”
After a few more poses, Bonnie sat the camera down pulling Adore into an embrace.
“Oh, look at you, my little baby,” Bonnie cooed, leaving kisses on either side of Adore’s face. “Sixteen, sixteen years I’ve been blessed.”
Adore’s face was red with embarrassment but, her smile was bright, thinking about how lucky she was to be so very loved by her mother.
All month, Bonnie had been in a slight state of disbelief that her baby girl was nearly an adult. She was two years away from an empty nest, and was apparently facing her own mortality. Even though Adore’s height had surpassed her mother’s by the time she was fourteen, it hadn’t stopped Bonnie from treating her like anything other than her baby.
The days leading to Adore’s birthday, Bonnie had rambled on about all the missed days that she spent working and how she was should take a couple of days off to spend with Adore while she still could.
Just yesterday, her mother had climbed into her bed early in the morning, before she left for her shift. The two reminisced on the past and how fast time had flown. They talked about things like, was her favorite color still blue, favorite food still tacos. The type of music she was into now, celebrity crushes. She asked how the new school year has been going so far, and if Adore had any plans to keep the vibrant blue in her hair or change it. She even asked about Courtney, how she had been, where she’s been. Adore bristled and quickly dismissed the question. When Bonnie didn’t push, she was thankful.
Adore was led to her seat, golden balloons in shapes of the number one and six tied to either side of her chair. There was a glittery gold ‘Happy Birthday’ sash on the back of the chair, which Violet helped her into, not wanting Adore to ruin her hair.
The waiter came to get everyone’s drink orders, and soon the table was engaged in a lively conversation.
Until.
“So, where’s Courtney?” Angelica asked, head cocked, brow furrowed in confusion.
“Uh...”
The table suddenly came to an incredibly loud hush.
Adore’s stomach churned, her mouth suddenly dry. What the fuck were the only words going through her mind.
She had been doing so good. She’d nearly forgotten the lack of Courtney’s presence.; she was actually having fun and for once not thinking about her estranged best friend.
Or thinking about how much she couldn’t stand her. And how much Courtney had hurt her. How much she missed her.
“I’m not sure,” Adore shrugged.
Angelica’s brows furrowed deeper, ignoring the stop signal from her younger brother and the stricken faces from the others.
“What do ya mean? Courtney’s never missed a birthday. And I think your sweet sixteen is a pretty big one. What’s going on?” Angelica pushed.
As long as Angelica could remember, the two were inseparable. Never went longer than a day without talking. Courtney even came along on a couple of family trips, because the girls couldn’t stand to be apart. So, the idea that Courtney Jenek was not here on a big day like this was mind-blowing.
An assortment of reactions went around the table. Adrian buried his face in his hands, second-hand embarrassment too much for him to handle.
Fame nervously gulped down half a glass of water while Willam crunched loudly on ice cubes.
“Uh, does everyone know what they’re getting?” Bonnie spoke up.
“The Cajun chicken pasta looks good,” Violet commented quickly.
“Yeah, I’m probably just gonna get the tenders and fries,” Trinity added, trying to help ease the tension.
Adore stared down at her menu. Blinking to keep the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. She jumped as she felt Pearl’s hand rest on top of hers under the table.
“Wait, is she planning to pop out in a cake or something? Because I’d like to see that!” Angelica chuckled.
“I don’t know, don’t really care,” Adore finally spoke up. She didn’t mean for the words to come out as harsh as they did. But fuck it, she thought as she reached for her pink lemonade.
She didn’t want to think about what Courtney could be doing on her birthday. She deserved one day that didn’t revolve around thoughts of Courtney.
“Are you guys ready to order?” The waiter appeared pad in hand.
“Saved by the otter,” Willam mumbled loud enough for the table to hear, enticing awkward chuckles from the group as the waiter smiled in confusion.
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Adore’s hands covered her face as the restaurant employees made their way out of the kitchen, cake in hand, drawing attention with their loud rendition of Happy Birthday, her friends and family singing along poorly making it so much worse. Even some of the other restaurant-goers decided to join in song, everyone turning to see.
Violet and Pearl sat on either side of her, trying to pry her hands away from her face.
“Adore, come on, let me get a photo!” Bonnie reached over, swatting Adore’s hands away to get a good picture of her daughter.
Face red and buried in her hands, she had no plans to look up until all of this was over. But even with the embarrassment, she was experiencing at the moment, her heart was filled with delight at the show her friends and family were making over her.
Adore could feel the warmth of the candles as the song came to an end.
“Come on, Adore. Blow out the candles and make a wish!” Bonnie encouraged.
Adore removed her hands, taking in the smiling faces of everyone around the table.
“Make a wish! We wanna eat cake, not wax,” Willam teased.
Adore closed her eyes and wished the only thing she could think of.
To go back in time, so that things could be different and that Courtney would be here with her. As the table erupted into cheers, she opened her eyes and smiled, doing her best not to look as devastated as she felt inside.
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Adore entered the kitchen, rubbing her eyes.
“I really hope you’re not planning to judge me, because I’m having cake for breakfast whether you like it or not,” she announced.
Bonnie laughed and pulled a Tupperware with the leftover cake from the fridge.
“Anything you want, monkey. Still your birthday week!”
“Awesome,” Adore said, grabbing a fork and sitting down at the table.
“Oh, and, um...here, there's a present I forgot about yesterday.”
Adore’s eyes lit up as she snatched the gift from her mom's hands and unwrapped it greedily.
“Thanks, ma! Who wrapped it though? This is way nicer than how you normally-” she stopped short when she opened the box and glanced at the handwriting on the card.
As much as she’d been hoping to hear from her, desperately wishing things were different, seeing it was overwhelming. And of course, the card was inside the box. If the card was on the outside, Adore wasn’t sure she’d have opened it. But now it was too late, and she had a card in her hand, and sitting atop a cushion of velvet, a choker—the band was black leather, decorated with little cut-outs to make it look like lace, and dangling from the center was a beautiful, shiny Onyx star.
Hey Dory,
It’s so crazy to be anywhere except with you today. But I know you’re still mad, and it’s your birthday, after all, so I guess I can give you a small break from relentlessly hounding you. But I ordered this 3 months ago and it seemed stupid not to give it to you. It's still your birthday, right? And even though I’m not your favorite person right now...well, you’re still mine. So Happy Birthday. I hope it was great. I love you.
Always,
C
Adore stuffed the note and the choker back into the box, furious with both Courtney and herself. It was, of course, fucking perfect. Something that, had she seen it in the store, she would have coveted immediately. Which made it even worse. And that note? Ugh.
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Courtney couldn’t say that she was surprised, when she didn’t hear from Adore after her birthday. She was disappointed, though. A week later, she looked up from her history book to peer out the window. She’d been antsy all evening, waiting for Adore’s bedroom light to go on, and now, seeing it, she marched out her back door and through their backyards, tears stinging her eyes. This had gone on long enough. She was not about to let another week go by without her best friend. Adore could be mad, didn’t have to want her romantically, fine, but she was not allowed to cast her aside like she didn’t matter.
She rang the doorbell at the Delano’s back steps, hugging herself. Of course she’d gone stumbling blindly into the Autumn night without a sweatshirt.
“Adore! I see your light, open up!”
She waited and waited. Rang the doorbell again.
“Dory, please, come on!”
She waited some more. No answer. This again.
She began to pound on the door, trying not to cry, calling out, “OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!”
Silence.
Tears began to leak from her eyes. She banged harder, so hard her fist hurt.
“YOU’RE BEING RIDICULOUS! ADOOOOORE!!! FUCK!!”
Still nothing.
Throat now raw from screaming, she continued, “IT’S FREEZING OUT HERE! ADORE!! OPEN UP!!”
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Bonnie sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes, irritated. What the fuck was going on outside her home? She’d gotten off a 24-hour shift at the hospital mere hours earlier, and she was simply trying to get some much-deserved rest. She let out an aggravated sigh and rose from the bed, tying a bathrobe around herself and padding across the hall to her daughter’s room, where she knocked on the door.
“Uh, hello?”
“Yeees?” came the sugary sweet voice from the other side of the door.
“Adore, why the hell is Courtney Jenek throwing a temper tantrum outside our back door?”
“No idea, why don’t you ask her?”
“Adore...you’re really grinding on my last nerve here…I had a long day and I’m trying to fucking sleep.”
“I have. No. Idea. And I have no desire to find out. So you’re welcome to tell her to fuck off.”
Bonnie sighed and padded down the stairs, shaking her head. She opened the door, saying, “Alright, kiddo, you know I love you, but it’s time to go home…Some of us are trying to sleep.”
Courtney stopped, lowering her hand, eyes red and puffy, tears streaming down her face.
“I’m...I’m sorry, Bonnie. I was just...I’m so sorry.” Her face crumbled and she let out a wrenching sob.
Bonnie looked at her, a picture of abject despair. What the fuck was going on? She sighed, pulling her in for a hug.
“Oh, honey, come here…” She smoothed her hair down, rocking her.
“Why does she h-hate me?” Courtney wept against her chest.
“She doesn’t hate you. Is this the same fight? I’m sure she’ll get over it soon. You know she loves you.”
Courtney nodded, sniffling, wishing with all of her heart that Bonnie was right.
“Okay. Thanks. I’m really sorry.” She pulled away, taking a shaky breath, and then pausing and saying, “Bonnie?”
“Yes?” Bonnie opened the door back up a little.
Courtney looked up at her, shivering, green eyes full of anguish. “Please tell her I miss her.”
“Sure, baby. Goodnight.” Bonnie smiled, touching her cheek gently before closing the door. Jesus Christ. She climbed the stairs and stopped at Adore’s room again, hesitating before knocking.
“What?” came the sharp voice from inside.
Bonnie sighed. “She seems pretty miserable, Adore. I don’t know what she did to piss you off, but maybe you could cut her some slack.”
Adore wrenched open the door, saying, “That’s right, you don’t know. I thought you said you needed to sleep.”
“Honey, I-”
“So why don’t you go to sleep and stay out of my fucking business?” She slammed the door in Bonnie’s face.
Bonnie stood there for a moment before shaking her head and walking back across the hall to her own bedroom, shaking her head, muttering, “Hormonal little cunt.”
#rpdr fanfiction#tree house kisses#scorpio#veronica#adorney#adore delano#courtney act#violet chachki#pearl liaison#miss fame#trinity k bonet#willam belli#high school au#lesbian au#angst#fluff
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Cool Off
I have been saving this in my drafts for a while since it feels a little personal for me. I am a certified lifeguard and so I was glad that I could share a part of what I do with all of you. That being said I hope you all enjoy, more to come!
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Haylee and her friends were excited that summer had finally arrived and they could take a break from all the stress of college. Haylee was the shortest of all her friends at only 5′1″ with long brown hair and C cup breasts and slender build. The four friends decided to kick summer off at the local waterpark. “You know we could have a really good time, my friend said he could hook us up with some really good stuff.” said Martha who was 5′4″ with blond hair and D cup breasts. “Ooo I’m always looking for something to take the edge off” replied Susan who was 5′5″ with black hair. “I don't know guys I don't want to get into trouble, what if something bad happens?” Haylee injected out of concern. “Don't be such a party pooper I promise it will be the best time of your life” ensured Martha. They continued to debate for a few minutes until they ultimately decided to meet up with her friend and pick up the drugs. They sat in the parking lot of the waterpark and all hit a blunt before taking a line of cocaine. Haylee was hesitant at first but was ultimately peer pressured into taking some as well. They got into the waterpark and were having the time of their lives. They went down a few slides before deciding to relax in the wave pool. They all got a few mixed drinks and were near being incapacitated from all the drugs and alcohol. They decided to go into the water to cool off. As they got deeper and deeper into the pool Haylee started feeling light headed and got hot flashes. She dove under the water in hopes of cooling down. As she swam under the water she began to have a seizure and inhaled a large amount of water. The lifeguards noticed that she was in trouble. There was a loud blow of the whistle and a few seconds later a lifeguard already had Haylee on his rescue tube. Haylee was completely unconscious and was not breathing on her own. As they dragged her closer to the shallow end of the pool more lifeguards arrived with a backboard and dragged her out of the water. As they set her down away from the water they checked for any sings of life. The team of highly trained lifeguards could not find any pulse on Haylee. The lifeguard at her head tilted her head back and took the resucue mask out of his pouch and sealed it over her lips. He have two breaths before another lifeguard began compressions. The lifeguards all counted out loud with each compression. “One, two, three, four...” on the thirtieth compression another two breaths were given. Some water began to pour out of Haylie’s mouth as they turned it to the side before repositioning it. The lifeguards switched out every two rounds to ensure that she received the best compressions possible. The medical staff arrived on scene and snipped away her top and dried it off before attaching the AED pads. The system kicked to life as they backed away to let it analyze. “Analyzing, stand clear, shock advised, pressing flashing shock button.” The machine read out, the medical staff reached for the flashing button....
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Celestial Heart: prt 124
Meeting with Rachel was a nice change of pace and it severed to ease my mind of my worry a little. As soon as I made it to her house, Rachel flung open the door and pulled me into her house with an embrace. As she pulled away from me, she looked up at Eon standing at the door too. She went over and hugged him too. When she turned back to me, she glanced between us as though she was anticipating something. “What?” Eon and I asked at the same time. A small mischievous smile grew on her face and she said, “Nothing, I’m just surprised to see Ethan…and you…together is all.” “Oh, I didn’t mean to intrude I just drove Tori over. I can leave if-” Ethan stammered. Rachel hit him on the shoulder and smiled. “No, no Ethan, that’s not what I meant. I’m happy to see you.” This time, Eon and I looked between each other then back to her, both equally confused as to what our friend was hinting at. “Then what did you mean Rach-”
Before Eon could finish his sentence, Rachel said “Don’t worry about that now” grabbing my hand and started pulling me upstairs “Come on Tori, we have some makeup to do.”
As soon as we got upstairs the conversation turned to Rachel’s two-month-old daughter, Charlotte, my daughter Edith, and various other things. (though I was still curious about what had just happened downstairs.) “Yeah, so basically I went into labor as soon as the baby shower ended; we didn’t even have time to clean up.” Rachel laughed, recalling the event of Charlotte’s birth as I was doing her hair. “Yeah, I remember you facetiming and telling me. I’m sorry I couldn’t come to see you, Edith got sick and it was so much going on and-” “It’s totally fine, I understand.”
“Though you could’ve told me labor was gonna hurt that much” Rachel teased. I bit my lip, turning the hair drier on low so to not disturb Charlotte too much. “You know, honestly, I don’t even remember having Edith. I just remember my stomach hurting and then waking up.” She laughed, “Those must’ve been some really good drugs then.” “Maybe”
“I did want to ask you something though,” “What is it?” “How do you manage being away from Edith, I mean, even being out of the room from Charlotte makes me anxious. Since this is the first time I’ll be leaving her for a few hours, I thought you could give me advice.” For a moment, I froze and my stomach felt tight. Something about her question reminded me of how I was when we first met. How I wanted nothing more than for Edith to be gone. I didn’t have that new mother anxiety at all at first. It wasn’t until something bad almost happened that I realized how precious she was to me. I turned off the hair drier and set it on the desk before answering. “I guess, just knowing she’s with someone I can trust makes me less worried. I know even without me she’ll be taken care of until I get back. I think, truly, if I ever lost her, my heart might stop completely.”
“Oh yeah, your Grandfather watches her while you went to school, right?” A cold feeling struck through my chest and I bit back the lump that was trying to form in my throat. Despite the fact that I was partially using this favor to Rachel as a distraction for my sadness, it seemed I wasn’t quite able to escape it. I suppose it was no use in trying to suppress my feelings like Eon had told me before. “Ah, actually, he was my neighbor…I guess he’s like a grandfather to me. He’s really kind and he cares a lot for Edith, so I’m glad.” I said softly as I started on her makeup. Rachel smile “I know things are weird for you and your mom so I’m glad you have someone to-” “Had. Actually. He died a couple of weeks ago.”
“Oh, Tori, I’m sorry, I didn’t know. Are you ok?” I didn’t bother to look at her, but I heard her voice sound pressed and regretful. “It’s alright. I’m not exactly ok yet…but I will be. Sometimes I get really worried all alone with her cause I’m so used to his help, but I knew I’d have to do it all myself eventually.” My voice trailed and Rachel grabbed my hand staring tenderly in my eyes, “hey, if you need anything you can always talk to me ok?” I simply gave her a polite smile and nodded before taking a breath, “…Let’s talk about something else though.” Rachel let go of my hand and I went back to work on her makeup.
It was really quiet for a moment, with the exception of Charlotte’s lullaby music, before Rachel spoke again. “Ah, that reminds me, You and Ethan…” That mischievous smile from earlier found it’s way back onto Rachel’s face. I furrowed my brows but never stopped working, “What about me and Ethan?” “I see you two spend a lot of time together,” she poked my leg. I swatted her hand away, “What makes you say that?” “I talk to him on the phone just like I talk to you. We’re all friends remember? Plus Leann told me you guys went on a picnic together without her.” “Ok, so what is that supposed to mean exactly?” “You two seem super close” “OK?” “Tori, are you not going to tell me you’re dating?”
I finished her blush and stepped back a bit, feeling my face heating up and wondering where my friend had gotten that idea, “I’m sorry what?” “Are you two not dating?” she repeated the question and for some reason it made my heart speed up. “Not remotely.” “Why not?!” She whined “Ethan is my friend. My good friend. I like him like I like you.” “you know a guy and a girl can be just good friends” “Yes, I know that, but you-” I cut Rachel off with a shake of my head.
She pouted a bit but then clicked her tongue, “So you only see him as a friend, but what about him; how does he feel?” “I don’t know Rach, I’m guessing he feels the same way about me. We’re friends, there’s nothing beyond that.” I said firmly then turned to trade the brush for the tube of lipstick. After a minute, she grumbled, “If you say so”
“Whatever, now stop talking before I make you look like a clown.”
I finished Rachel’s makeup and helped her get dressed in mostly silence, save for her giggling cause she’s way too ticklish. By the time we made it downstairs to present her to her boyfriend, Ryan, I was a bit tired but from the amount of ooos and ahhs she got I was very proud.
“Hey, Tori, you did really good, Rachel looks great.” Eon came to greet me as Rachel stalked off to Ryan. “No, I barely did anything. Our friend is just really pretty.” I insisted. “No really, I might have to get you to do mine next.” “You wear makeup?” “No, but I could start if you do it.” “You flatter me too much.” I rolled my eyes and smiled, “Anyway, we should get going.” Eon nodded and we said our goodbyes to Rachel and Ryan.
As we made our way to the car, Eon spoke up again, “Before I take you home, I want to show you something, If that’s okay with you.” “What is it?” “Ah, it’s a surprise”
#ts4#sims 4#ts4 story#ts4 teens#sims 4 story#sims 4 baby#Celestial Heart#Tori Eaton#Ethan Clark#Eon Celest#Rachel Adams#Ryan Pancakes
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Whump●tober - Human Shield
Veg-notables: Ya.. so this happened… sorry in advance.
As always, thanks to @gumnut-logic cause she just rocks and is a great parachute-less cliff diving instructor…
Thunderheads are my peeps. You guys are the best.
Obligatory whumptober stuff: @whumptober2019 @la-vie-en-whump
Blanket warning: Please don’t hit me, I had no control over where this one went. It’s all the TaG bois fault.. They made me do it….
Characters: Alan, Kayo, Scott and a Vegetable
Whumptober - TaG universe
Previous part HERE
4. Human Shield
Enjoy…
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God, why had he done it? The question circled about in Alan's head endlessly and he was no closer to the answer then he had been when he parked his ass in the hard plastic seat at his brother's bedside.
With a groan of displeasure, he dropped his tired head into his hands. The exhaustion and worry weighed on him heavily and the walls he'd erected around his emotions were beginning to fail under the pressure. This just wasn’t fair.
The last week had been test in endurance, an all too common occurrence lately for International Rescue. The last 24 hours though, a complete nightmare. What had started out as standard operation had turned into a complicated mess of secret agendas, hidden rooms and black market profits or so he had gathered from the little snippets he’d heard from Scott’s conversations.
Alan used ‘conversations’ very loosely though as it had been much more like a verbal assault and evisceration. Scott; when prompted, was truly masterful and scary at assassination by oral expression. Alan was pretty sure that whomever the words had been directed would be licking their wounds for some time to come.
Not that any of that creative expression was going to change their current predicament in any way.
Staring blindly at the floor, Alan rubbed at his aching, tired eyes and the whirlwind of this thoughts started up again, circling back to the beginning for a joyful trip down memory lane.
The snap shots of what his witnessed first hand at that facility made his breath shudder and he clenched his lids to stymie the threatening tears.
‘I will not cry. I will hold it together.’ He repeated it like a mantra in his head, lips moving along though no words came out.
Virgil had only been unconscious for a short time but in that brief measure Alan swore he had lived a life time. The heft of his brother’s frame slumped against his shoulder as he’d half dragged, half carried the pilot from the newly ignited inferno was an experience he never wanted to revisit.
The blood; there had been so much of it, had stained the side of his own uniform. It had seeped into the joints of his chest plating, the seams of his flight suit and had taken hours to get out of the crevasses.
He’d though at the time as he scrubbed away the evidence of the days events, that everything was going to be just fine. Virgil was home and resting in the medbay. Being monitored around the clock and tended by his loved ones.
The idiot had insisted after being patched up for what their family considered a minor laceration - twenty sutures in all - that being home would be more beneficial to his well being and recovery then being cooped up in some GDF medical ward.
Scott being Scott, hadn’t put up much of a fight and had conceded when Virgil had expertly sweetened the pot. Alan could still see the look in brother’s gaze and hear pleading in his voice as he’d all but begged.
‘Scott, you know you won’t be satisfied unless you can mother hen.. I’ll submit to whatever you want without complaint. I just want to go home.’
Scott had sighed. The simple sound speaking of the many years and gray hair that the family had added to his tall frame. With a single nod, a doctor’s sign off and a bucket full of antibiotics and they’d all headed home.
It had been the wrong move and the repercussions of that decision had yet to fully be revealed.
Within hours of them setting foot on their island paradise the fever had started. Minor at first and brushed off easily with a top of on drugs, wound cleaning and a bandage change. They were tired, worn down and stressed so the temperature spike had been attributed to that.
A mainland doctor had been consulted just to be safe and the orders of bed rest had been repeated.
The fever had climbed and the delirium had set in not long after.
They’d had to resort to restraints just to get him to Auckland. Even with him being drugged and out of it, Virgil was a powerhouse. It had taken himself, Scott and Gordon to get him secured and stowed away on Two for the short trip to the mainland. By the time they’d arrived; engines pinging as they cooled from being pushed so hard, Virgil had slipped into a coma.
Why? His tumultuous mind spat out again.
Why had Virgil insisted on coming home?
Why had Scott let him?
Why had his big, stupid brother used own body as a shield? The idiot didn’t have chest plating like he did, so why?
Walls crumbling, Alan cracked wide open. Tears welling and spilling over his cheeks. This wasn’t right. This couldn’t be happening. Virgil was dying and they couldn’t do anything to stop it.
The fleet of Doctors didn’t have a clue as to the cause. They placated and offered their sympathy but they were doing everything they could. Virgil just wasn’t responding to treatment. The wound was clean, surgery had confirmed that there was no debris or shrapnel present. Still, the infection raged on.
More tests were being run. Infectious Diseases had been brought in to assist but still they were doubtful and had said as much to the family.
The news had destroyed their Grandmother. The usually strong battle axe had just lost too much over the years and the down cast eyes and shaking heads of the doctors broke her.
A sedative had been administered and the calming presence of Lady Penelope had steered her to a private waiting room to rest.
The others? Well, Alan suspected they weren’t faring much better than he was but he hadn’t conversed with them to verify. They’d just ghosted in and stay for a while and ghosted back out again, registering much more than that had been beyond Alan.
Regaining some semblance of control over himself, Alan wiped at his face and looked over to the bed and the still figure that laid upon it. Monitors blipped with readings for heart rate, oxygen saturation levels, blood pressure and temperature.
He was well versed in form and function of each machine and in this situation he wished he wasn’t. All they did was emphasis that death was creeping into the sterile room one blip at a time. Turning his gaze away from them almost immediately, he took in the ghost like appearance of his sibling.
Virgil’s hair hung dark and limp over his sweat dampened brow. Dark shadows bruised the hallows of his eyes, lightly tacked shut with surgical tape. An intubation tube snaked down his throat and was feeding his failing lungs oxygen via a mechanical ventilator. He looked waxen and unreal except for the shallow rise and fall of his chest.
Every manner of mechanized assistance was being utilized and even to Alan’s young mind, he knew things were bleak. He’s seen and been witness to just too many things to think otherwise.
Reaching over he took one cold hand in his own and dropped his head to the back of it, mindful of the IV lines and O2 monitor. “Virgil, please.” He begged, his breath hitching as a new wave of tears threatened. “You can’t do this to us…”
The soft hand that landed on his shoulder surprised him and made him squeak in a way that he didn’t care for. Jumping up and turning, he came face to face with the one person that had been missing through all of this.
Tanusha “Kayo” Kyrano, stood pale and for the first time since he had known her, small before him. A twitch of a smile, tweaked the corner of her lip but it didn’t reach her red rimmed eyes.
“Hey.” Her voice was hoarse,
“Kayo..” Alan didn’t know what to say to her. Really what was there that he could say. Instead he opened his arms in invitation. She accepted and stepped into his embrace, strong, slender arms wrapping around him, head falling to his shoulder.
Holding her slim form he whispered in her ear. “I am so so sorry…”
She pulled back from him, eyes flashed with a hint of anger. “This wasn’t your fault, Alan so don’t you dare blame yourself for it.”
Alan swallowed, shocked by the strength of the vehemence behind her words. “Kayo….”
“No!” She cut him off. “The blame lies in someone else’s hands and I will not let this family suffer more for their actions. Do you hear me?”
Alan nodded.
“Good.”
It was then that he noticed Scott standing by the large windowless door. His arms crossed protectively over his chest, shoulders slouched, his dark brown hair in complete disarray as if his hand had carelessly racked through it countless times.
Piercing blue eyes stood out in stark relief and looked directly into his own, his brow arching up in question.
Alan gave a nod in understanding and stepped back from Kayo, hands resting on her arms. “I’m going to go take a walk.. I need some air. Do you want anything?”
Kayo’s weakly shook her head, her pale green eyes now glued to the bed.
Giving her arm a supportive squeeze, he stepped past her and made for the door. Passing through on the tail of Scott into the busy hallways beyond.
As the door started to quietly close, he glanced back and pulled up short.. His hand shooting out to bar the progress of the hinged obstruction that was determined to separate them.
He watched unable to command his body to move as the solitary tear carved a path down Kayo’s finely boned face. Her lips were moving in what he could only guess was silent prayer as her fingers twirled a strand of Buddhist prayer beads. The length sliding through her daft digits over and over again with each silent utterance.
The pain blooming in his chest caused his breath to catch in his throat and Alan grabbed at the door frame to steady himself. This wasn’t fair. Oh God, it wasn’t fair.
And as he stood vigil, bearing witness to the sad, tender moment between his fallen brother and his adoptive sister the soft light of the setting sun peeked through a small fissure in the blinds. Haloed, Kayo lent down over the shell of a once strong man, pressed her brow to his own and wept.
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#whumptober#whumptober2019#no.4#human shield#thunderbirds are go#thunderbird 2015#thunderbird fanfic#thunderbird fanfiction#Virgil Tracy#alan tracy#Scott Tracy#kayo kyrano#virgil/kayo#at death's door#the prompt made me do it#sorry not sorry#prompt fic#going wild#please forgive me
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Bloom // Chapter 7: Can’t Walk
Denise takes Shannon to Trap Paris where he tries to get an inside look into our girl’s lifestyle. She doesn’t expect for him to look as deep as he does though and things end up taking the turn for the best worst.
Author’s Note: For everyone checking the album for the next Chapter’s theme, I may or may not have switched up Can’t Walk and Moonwalkers. I wrote them both on the road to Ohio but they flowed so well that I saw no point to changing them.
Warnings: Heavy smut, and drug use.
Tags: @meghan12151977 (My muse, my Queen, the amazing woman who has kept this series going) @auntiemama1, @anxiouslyyoursdidi, @babiiface16, @gottalovetheletos, @thefirethatfreezesme, @jletolove4eva
I can't see my eyes behind these shades.
Walking into Trap Paris, I could tell Shannon was out of his league. He looked weary, he looked nervous and he clung to my hand tightly.
"Denise, my girl." Selena, the house bartender grinned. "Meghan's on the floor. You'd better say hi! Is this him?"
I pulled Shannons arm into mine and smiled proudly. "This is my Shanimal, yeah." I looked into his eyes and he smiled. I stood on my toes and kissed him. "Love you."
"Mmm love you." He softly uttered back before he looked around.
"Hit a celebratory dab?" Selena grinned and I nodded eagerly. There was smoking weed and then there was hitting dabs. She came around the bar and shouted "Meghan!"
"Is that Denise?!" I watched my friend Meghan come dancing through the crowd. "Hiiii!" She squealed as she hugged me tightly. "It's been forever!"
"It has. But I can see your face is still beat to the gods as usual!" I praised her makeup and she smiled before her eyes traveled past me. She pulled my arm and leaned over. "Who's he?"
"Shannon, this is Meghan."
"Meghan." He repeated and she nodded as she touched his bicep and gave it a bit of a squeeze.
"Wow, Shannon. Do you work out?"
"Whoa!" I laughed at my friends boldness even if it was all in jest. "You drinking tonight?"
"Yeah. Selena's already hit two dabs. I'm surprised she's still standing." We both looked dazedly into the crowd.
"I think Jared Leto's over there." My heart pounded as I whipped my head backwards. No sign of the younger brother. I turned back to the girls and they were both laughing. My friends.
"Oh hush! You say that all the time!" Meghan laughed at our friend.
"Do they not know?" Shannon frowned.
"Know what?" Meghan asked before Selena's eyes widened.
"Oh my god. Shannon as in...?" She pushed her fists to her lips and rocked back and forth a bit.
"Someone call a medic!" Meghan shouted playfully and Shannon's grip on my hand tightened a bit. I could tell he was nervous so I gave him a reassuring squeeze back.
"Has Dean made it in yet?"
"Oh you mean your soul crushingly overbearing ex boyfriend? Nah. He's not scheduled to do TP duty tonight. I think he's working on the south end. He may pop in after his shift or something, but he’s not scheduled."
"That's not what he told me." I took one more look around for the other Leto brother and Dean before I guided Shannon to the back, a star struck Selena not too far behind.
We took the stairs of the previously rundown house slowly. It had been rehabbed but the memories were still pressed between the wallpapers of the wall. I could tell Shannon was taking the environment in. "It used to be a den. That's where the Trap in Trap Paris came from. Once the homeowner got clean, she turned it into a starving artist shelter for those who are trying to recover. I lived here for two years getting back on my feet."
"That's incredible."
"That's recovery."
"Who's the owner."
"You just met her." Selena announced. "Meghan is the sweetest recovering mentor ever."
"She was my sponsor in NA." I replied. "Her cat? Oh forget about it." I chuckled as we went down a hallway and entered an open room filled with smoke.
"Deniseeeee" I heard my name cooed from across the room.
"Colson." I rushed to hug my old friend. "They used to call him Dope Man before recovery. Now they call him Young Man because he's a young man with big dreams."
Shannon didn't speak this time. He just shook Colson’s hand.
"Here to hit a dab girl?"
"Yeah if you don't mind." He began unpacking some things and Shannon eyed the objects around him. A bong, what looked like a blowtorch, tons of utensils, etc.
"Take a hit baby." Colson pushed the large instrument my way. "This is some good shit. Hits hard. Lasts long."
"Yeah, yeah. You say that all the time."
"Am I ever wrong?" I lean over and take a long drag, inhaling it into my lungs and leaning back to blow out the smoke. I smiled softly and proudly as Colson fired up another. "Ready?" He looked up at Shannon who froze. "It ain't even a big boy hit. You got this."
"I don't know."
"It's not drugs. It's like weed in oil form bro. You don't get hooked but you'll feel cool." Colson was practically oozing with experience as he explained it. Shannon knelt down and looked to me. I smiled and rubbed his back reassuringly and he took his hit. I watched the clouds inside of the tube race to his lips and in seconds, it was barreling down his chest. He leaned back, coughed twice, took off his glasses and wiped his face.
"Damn bro! You ‘bout to be high as fuck!" Colson laughed. "I don't even take hits that big!"
"Shut up, you're gonna freak him out!" Selena chuckled.
"Is the talent ready?" We heard Meghan call up.
"Thirty seconds!!" Colson wrapped his lips around the bong and took his hit. "No pun intended bro."
"None taken." Shannon chuckled absently.
"Ooo, Colson's performing tonight. This should be a blast." Selena clapped with excitement.
"Aye you wanna bless me with those drum skills? I'm sure Rook could take a set off." Colson grinned at Shannon who shrugged a shoulder.
Minutes later, I was sitting in the living room surrounded by people who were in a circle surrounding the small "stage set up." Colson was giving Shannon some drum direction and Shannon kept looking at me. I smiled softly and the room began filling with noise.
"Aye what's up y'all. I'm Colson, aka Machine Gun Kelly. This is my band, Double X. We the hardest, yep yep. And tonight we have the drummer of the band Thirty Seconds To Mars on sticks!" The crowd screamed and I smiled as Shannon held up his drumsticks, the 27 shining proudly. "Ladies and gentlemen, lets go." The music started and I watched Shannon bob his head a few times before he took over.
Shannon was purely animalistic on drums. His arms slamming, hair flailing and eyes falling back erotically as he slammed each beat, his eyes on mine and his tongue out as he rocked back and forth with impact. He was beautiful. He was talented. He was mine.
Colson looked over his shoulder at the first off beat hit. It snapped me out of my daydreams. Shannon was never off beat. I noticed quickly that he was sweating more than usual and his playing was getting erratic. The rest of the band kept playing but I rose to my feet quickly rushing to Shannon's side.
Without much grace, he tumbled over to the side and was trembling. Music ceased, everything stopped and Colson and two of his band mates were rushing to his side. "Bathroom." Shannon slurred and I raced after them as they carried him to the bathroom.
"Yo, bro's so fried though. He can't walk." Colson chuckled.
"Denise. Denise!" I heard Shannon call frantically.
"I'm right here baby! I'm right here!" I rushed to his side as they pulled him into the lounge styled bathroom and set him on the couch near the urinals. "Thanks boys. I can handle it from here. Go play your set."
"You sure baby?" Colson lifted an eyebrow.
"Yeah just make sure that no one gets back here." I narrowed my eyes for good measure. "No one." He nodded before he left.
"Denise," Shannons head lulled back.
"It's me baby. I'm here." I knelt down in front of him, grabbed tissue and placed my upper body into his lap to reach the drool hanging off his face. "Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't even think you were gonna rip it that hard. I should've stopped you."
"Are you mad?" He looked over to me with his eyes glazed over with fear.
"Never, you big bear. You're just having a tough time." I smiled at him and he bit his lip. "What, do you have to throw up?"
"No." He smirked. "I'm hard."
That's my Shanimal.
"You can't walk but you can fuck." I scoffed. "Shannon you're in no shape ready to move. You’re living your best life right now on this couch.”
"Well then, suck my cock pretty girl." He touched my hair and tingles rushed straight through me. Maybe it was the dab, maybe it was the man but I felt fluids gush out of me and into my panties as I quickly raced for his pants zipper.
He reached between us and grabbed a hold of my nipples through the fabric of my shirt, running his thumbs against them and getting a guttural moan out of me. He pinched them and I moaned even louder.
"Fuck, you sound so sexy." He was right. His cock was so hard it was purple and throbbing. His hips were gravitating desperately. "Please baby. Put your mouth on it."
I tentatively licked the head and he groaned, one of his big hands migrating up to seize my shoulder.
"You like that, baby?"
"Fuck yeah I do." The tip of his cock passed my lips and I took his shaft into my mouth, feeling him continue to fondle my nipple through my clothes. I moaned and he quickly pulled his cock from my mouth.
"Comere, you nasty little girl. Fucking me in the bathroom at some party." He turned me around, bending me over and smacking my ass before he quickly pulled me into his lap, spreading my legs with his. His fingers went straight to my clit and my head on his shoulder. I was already so wet that he fingered the wetness from my hole and began rubbing my clit mumbling in my ear to me.
"God you're soaked. You want my cock?"
"Yes Shannon. Always."
He spanked clit and I cried out. "Yes sir." He said in a dark tone outside my ear and I mewled desperately as he reached between our legs and pressed the thick head of his cock against my clit, guiding me to rub up against it by sliding up and down. "You want me to fuck you?"
"Yes sir. Please sir."
"Have you been a good girl?" His voice was thick with lust. I closed my eyes as he ran his cock up against me again and smacked it a bit.
"Shannon. Fucking damnit."
"Arch that fucking back." I obeyed and he slammed himself into me quickly rushing to bury my mouth in a bruising kiss. In and out, hard and fast he fucked me, lifting one of my legs to get deeper.
"Oh fuck. It's never felt this good." He muttered in my ear before squeezing my ass.
There was slamming on the door.
"Go away!" He yelled in front of us.
"Yo dawg!" Colson called out from the other side of the door. "It's fighting out here and I can't walk!"
"Don't pay attention to it." Shannon gently turned my face to his and braced my hands with his own as he slowed down his thrusts until we were staring into each other's eyes as he plunged in and out of my drenched and aching heat. I laid my head back on his shoulder as he reached one hand around and palmed my breast while kissing my neck.
"Shan."
"AYE!!"
"I'm right here baby." He was telling me now although my vision was blurring and my knuckles turned white. He was so deep inside of me I could feel it in my stomach and when he lifted my lips, I felt his cock hit a spot inside of me that had me screaming so loud I could hear my own voice animalistic outside of my body.
"Yeah baby. Come on. Come on my cock. Come on it, Denise--shit." We both exploded into ecstasy in unison, him clutching my hips tightly in his hands as he buried my sweaty shoulder in kisses.
The door exploded open and I cried out as Shannon wrapped his arms around me to shield us from being exposed.
"Yoooooo!" Colson screamed out as he clapped his hands loudly. "No wonder you ain't answer the door! Hurry up and get dressed though, Dean's on his way down for rounds."
"Shit." I rose to my feet, reached down to the floor for my panties and pulled up my dress. "Shannon we gotta go." I said quickly but he was silent and didn’t move. I turned around and he was seated on the couch with his eyes closed, hands covering his cock from view. "Oh god." I laughed.
"You need help? I'm not touching his dick though.”
"Nah we've been through this." I came over to Shannon and pushed him a bit.
"Denise?" His eyes opened a bit.
"Yeah baby. It's me. You have to put your dick away so we can go home."
"I haven't felt this way in years."
"That's cause you high dawg!" Colson clapped happily and Shannon took one look at me before his eyes rolled back and he passed out.
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I know I'm late but song prompts: I Found by Amber Run or Miss Atomic Bomb by The Killers. Killervibe for the ship (but that much is probably obvious because it's me)
Not late at all!
The song! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9Y5z3jei_U
Send me a ship and a song and I’ll write you a fic from one of the lyrics
Right in Front of Me (talk some sense to me)
When he opened his eyes, Caitlin was right there, smiling at him. “Hi,” she said softly. “Welcome back. I thought you’d be waking up soon.”
“Hey,” he said hazily. “Hiya. Ooo.”
“How do you feel? They’ve backed off on your pain meds.”
“Spacey,” he answered honestly. “Also, kinda stiff all through - ” He waved his right hand at his left side. He couldn’t use his left because his whole arm was splinted up. "Like. That general area.“
Her brows pulled together. “Just stiff? Or actual pain?”
“Stiff. That’s it.” He looked over at the window, which showed him bright sunshine and puffy clouds. The last he remembered, it had been after dark. “Whoa, how long was I out?”
“This time? About four hours. What’s the last thing you remember clearly?”
“Fighting bad guys, and some dude throwing me into a railing, which, rude - but I got up and finished the fight.” He was kind of proud of that, even if he’d started getting wicked dizzy after it was all over.
“That’s it?”
“Mmhmm.”
“You don’t remember screaming and passing out when I started examining you, back at Star Labs?”
He goggled at her. “Wha - whoa. No, sure as hell don’t.”
She nodded. “I made Barry bring you here. It was definitely beyond my capabilities.”
That explained why he was in what seemed to be an actual hospital room and not the comfy, familiar Star Labs medical lab. “What’d that railing do to me?”
“Severe bruising, cracked ribs, dislocated shoulder. Mostly I was concerned for your spleen, and I was right. It ruptured. I’m afraid they had to remove it.”
“Awwww,” he said. “I liked that spleen. Made it myself.”
She smiled a little. “Between the emergency surgery and the heavy-duty narcotics, it’s been about a day and a half.”
He gaped at her. “That long? Have you been here this whole time?”
She smiled again. Her eyes were tight and her shoulders were tight. He wanted to hug her and tell her everything was going to be fine, he was going to be fine. That she didn’t have to worry at all, ever. “I’ll let the nurses know you’re awake.”
After the flurry of nurses and doctors and medical stuff was over, she came back in. “Well, I’ve been talking to your primary and he’s very optimistic. You may be able to go home in three days.” When he didn’t say anything, she added, “I know that sounds really long, but the kind of surgery you had, it would usually be a full week. You’re healing up very well.” She looked thoughtful. “I know you don’t have anything like Barry’s or my metabolic boost, but I wonder if you’ve got at least a little one. Most people don’t bounce back like this.”
He was fiddling with his IV line, brows drawn together. He still felt a little fuzzy around the edges, but some things had come back while he was getting poked and prodded. "So, I guess they gave me some pretty good stuff for the pain.“
"Oh, yes, you were very high.” She laughed a little, but something about it sounded fake. “I’m going to text Barry and let him know you’re awake.”
“Hold off on that a moment,” he said. “It sounds like I woke up a few times, too.”
She hesitated, then said too casually, "Once or twice, for a few minutes. Like I said, you weren’t what I’d call lucid.”
“Right. Did I say some stuff to you?”
Her eyes flickered away. “I didn’t take it seriously. Those were very good drugs. Don’t worry about it.”
He could let this go, Cisco thought. He could drop it entirely. Everyone knew painkillers made you loopy. If he had said what he remembered saying, it was something he’d been stopping himself from telling her for months now. The words welled up inside him, bumping against the back of his teeth, tingling in the tips of his fingers, begging to be said or texted or just somehow, some way, let out.
But he’d been keeping them locked up for a very good reason. Because if he let them out, it was going to change everything. Because no matter what, she’d never look at him the same again. The words would always be there between them.
If he had any sense at all, he’d follow her lead and pretend he’d forgotten all about it.
“But what did I say?”
Clearly, he didn’t have a lick of sense.
“Please, can we stop talking about this,” she said in a small, high voice, like she was trying not to cry.
He gulped. “Did I say something nasty to you?”
“I told you I didn’t take it seriously.”
“Because what I remember saying is that I love you. But if it came out wrong, I’m so sorry. Please tell me.”
“No, that’s - that’s what you said. But like I told you, it’s all right. I know it was the drugs talking. The state you were in, you would have declared your love to a can of Pringles. I know you didn’t mean it.” She jumped up and crossed the room, rooting through her purse with her hair falling down in a curtain between them. “I’m texting Barry. Do you want him to bring you anything from your place? Your tablet?”
He sat blinking at the side of her head.
Well.
Shit.
He hadn’t considered this possible reaction.
“How do you know?”
“What?” she said, muffled, still hunched over her phone.
“How do you know I didn’t mean it?”
She made some kind of quick motion, as if something were on her face and she was brushing it away. “I told you, those drugs - ”
“So anything I said while tripping balls is automatically null and void?”
She let a breath so hard it fluttered the ends of her hair.
“Hey. Would you look at me?”
After a moment, she turned around. He gestured her toward him. “C'mere. I want you to check my pupils. My reflexes. Whatever you need so you know I’m in my right mind.”
She took a few steps toward him, until she stood at the end of the bed. “I saw your dosage. I’ve been talking to you this whole time. So I’m confident you’re reasonably lucid and aware.”
This close, he could see there was a little red around her eyes. It made his heart lurch.
This was stupid. He was out of his mind. What was he thinking, pushing for something that would change their entire friendship? He was still high. He was going to make everything weird and awkward and -
His feelings swelled up in him, filling in all the spaces between muscle and tendon and bone, pushing at his skin, spilling out his mouth. “I love you.”
Her lips parted. Her throat moved.
“I’ve loved you for awhile now, and I’ve been stopping myself from saying anything, but I can’t stop myself anymore. I’m sorry if it makes things weird, and I’m not saying it to get any kind of anything back from you, I just - ”
She bolted around the side of the bed, half-knelt on the edge of the bed (doing her best to avoid all the wires and tubes), put her hands on his face, and gave him the lightest, gentlest kiss he’d ever gotten.
“Mmmph?” he said.
She pulled back. “You had internal bleeding. Your blood pressure dropped like a stone,” she said in a trembling voice. “I was so afraid I was going to lose you on my table. And all I could think was that I’d - ” She hiccupped. “That I’d never told you how I felt.”
He took her wrists. Her pulse fluttered under his fingertips. “How you felt?”
“I love you,” she said. “I don’t know how long it’s been going on, but a few weeks back I realized I was in love with you and I didn’t know what to do about it. Because you were right there in front of me every day, acting normal, just like we’ve always been with each other. We’ve always been - ”
“Us,” he said. “We’ve always been us, and that’s never been romantic before.”
She nodded. “And when you said you loved me, all I wanted was for it to be true. But I knew how strong the drugs were, and I told myself I n-needed to be sensible, and - and - ” Her mouth was trembling.
He kissed it. “What’s sensible about love? You wanna find out what us looks like when it is romantic?”
“Yes,” she said, letting out her breath and leaning her forehead against his. “I really would.”
Ten minutes of whispering and kisses and the gentlest possible cuddling later, Barry came in. He checked on the threshold, blinking at them. “Hey,” he said. “Guys. Cisco, are you still - uh - ?”
“Just high on love,” Cisco said.
Barry cracked up, while Caitlin huffed and rolled her eyes at his cheesiness, and attempted to bite back the silly smile on her face.
“Nice,” Barry said, setting down the bag. “See, I told you he meant it.”
“Yes, you did,” Caitlin said.
Cisco looked at her with unholy glee. “I said it in front of him?”
Barry laughed. “You said it whenever you noticed she was in the room, and she’s been here since about two minutes after you arrived. So, I figure by this time the entire hospital knows.”
“That’s fine by me,” Cisco said, curling his fingers through Caitlin’s. “You?”
“Now that I know it wasn’t the drugs talking? Go ahead. Tell the world.”
FINIS
#Caitlin Snow#Cisco Ramon#Killervibe#fanfiction#mosylufanfic lives up to her damn name#musical prompt party#fluff!#also mentions of gross body stuff#sorry#the flash#starlabsforever
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Russia Savory Snacks
Russia Savory Snacks
Summary
The Russian savory snacks sector is led by the ‘potato chips’ category in both value and volume terms in 2018 and the category is also expected to register fastest value and volume growth during 2018-2023. Hypermarkets & supermarkets is the leading distribution channel for the savory snacks products in Russia. Flexible packaging is most commonly used pack material in the sector, followed by rigid plastics. PepsiCo, Intersnack Group GmbH & Co. KG and Kdv Grupp, Ooo are the top three companies in the sector.
GlobalData’s Country Profile report on the Savory Snacks sector in Russia provides insights on high growth categories to target, trends in the usage of package materials, category level distribution channel data and market share of brands.
What else is contained?
– Sector data: Overall sector value and volume data with growth analysis for 2013-2023.
– Category coverage: Value and growth analysis for ethnic/traditional snacks, meat snacks, nuts and seeds, popcorn, potato chips, pretzels, and processed snacks with inputs on individual segment share within each sector and the change in their market share forecast for 2018-2023.
– Distribution data: Percentage of sales within each sector through distribution channels such as cash & carries & warehouse clubs, convenience stores, department stores, hypermarkets & supermarkets, vending machines, e-retailers, “dollar stores”, variety stores & general merchandise retailers, drug stores & pharmacies, and other general retailers.
– Leading players: Market share of brands and private labels in both value and volume terms in 2018.
– Packaging data: consumption breakdown for package materials and pack types in each category, in terms of percentage share of number of units sold. Pack material data for rigid plastics, glass, flexible packaging, rigid metal and others; pack type data for: specialty container, bottle, tube, tub and others.
Scope
– The Russian savory snacks sector is expected to grow by value and volume terms during 2018-2023.
– Potato chips’ is the largest category in value and volume terms in Russia savory snacks sector.
– Potato chips’ is expected to register the faster growth rate in value and volume terms during 2018-2023.
– Hypermarkets & supermarkets is the largest distribution channel.
– The PepsiCo, Intersnack Group GmbH & Co. KG and Kdv Grupp, Ooo are the top three companies in the Russian savory snacks sector.
– Flexible packaging is the most commonly used pack material in the sector.
Reasons to buy
– Identify high potential categories and explore further market opportunities based on detailed value and volume analysis
– Existing and new players can analyze key distribution channels to identify and evaluate trends and opportunities
– Gain an understanding of the total competitive landscape based on detailed brand share analysis to plan effective market positioning
– Our team of analysts have placed a significant emphasis on changes expected in the market that will provide a clear picture of the opportunities that can be tapped over the next five years, resulting in revenue expansion
– The packaging analysis report helps manufacturers, in identifying the most commonly used packaging materials in the sector
– Analysis on key macro-economic indicators such as real GDP, nominal GDP, consumer price index, household consumption expenditure, population (by age group, gender, rurral-urban split, and employed people and unemployment rate. It also includes economic summary of the country along with labor market and demographic trends.
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