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psych0midget · 4 years

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Bookshop AU

Andrew had thousands of followers.

He wasn’t sure how it had started. He was the owner of a small independent bookstore and he regularly hit the gym. Nothing more, nothing less.

Or at least, that’s what his life mainly consisted of before Moriyamas opened a store right in front of his one. Moriyamas was one of the major book retailers in the USA, wherever it opened a store, the other bookshops of the area closed. Andrew’s own shop didn’t stand a chance.

That’s where Roland came in. It was just an off-handed comment, nothing anybody sane would ever take into account. But Andrew could not afford to close his shop, he had to pay the tuitio for Aaron’s med school.

Roland said: you’d definitely sell more books if you showed your abs to your costumers. The fact that Roland had said that while he was feeling Andrew up in the storeroom of Eden’s didn’t matter.

What Andrew did: he created an Instagram page. It was called ABS (AndrewsBookStore, you pervs). He posted photos of himself. And his books. The fact that he was often shirtless or wearing a skin-tight black t-shirt that showcased his muscles was secondary.

The descriptions under the photos mainly consisted of his book recs. Short. A bit caustic, but straight to the point. He never forgot to add a discount code. Any customer that walked into the store would get a 20% discount on the book Andrew had promoted if they showed him the ig photo and the code before paying. The fact that the words he used as codes were frequently outrageous just made the whole thing more fun.

Surprisingly, his ig page took off. Not only did he gain thousands and thousands of followers, but his revenue triplicated.

Nicky became a permanent fixture in the shop. Once an occasional aid during Christmas time, now he efficiently manned the register. Nicky flashed smiles at costumers who showed him Andrew’s photos to get a discount and was patient with those who blushed and stammered when asked to say the code word.

He had also hired Kevin, his roommate. And makeshift photographer who helped Andrew taking photos for Instagram. He’d probably have to hire someone else before November. But that was okay. The shop would not close.

The only price he had to pay was having to wear a tank top at work.

Neil was a simple bookshop clerk. At Moriyamas in Palmetto.

He loved books. A lot. Or else he wouldn’t work in a bookstore. And yet he hated the job. Hated the competitive work environment. Hated his boss Riko. Hated how things had changed since Kevin had left.

Pity that he needed the money.

One of the very few highlights of his days was the costumers. In particular, the costumers who mistook Moriyamas for ABS (they were both on Fox Avenue, but Moriyamas was at number 32 while ABS was at 23) and showed him one of the photos and said the discount code.

The first time it had happened, Neil had no idea what to do. An old lady had shoved her phone right into his face. On the screen a photo of a good looking blond man reading a book. He was lying on a bed, his face half covered with a copy of TSOA. The arm that was not holding the book was raised above his head, his well toned bicep on display. Neil knew his face was turning red. Redder than the cover of TSOA the costumer was brandishing.

Neil still had no idea what was going on, especially not when the lady started saying lewd words she claimed were the discount codes.

He called Jean for help. Jean calmly explained to the old lady that she was in the wrong bookshop, ABS was down the road, on the left.

Neil, who barely even knew what Instagram was before Jean told him, went home and downloaded the app. Created a profile and went looking for ABS’s account.

He found the photo the old lady had showed him that morning, the one with TSOA. Neil was a good liar but he rarely lied to himself. He could admit he noticed that Andrew’s t-shirt had ridden up a bit. He could admit he noticed the slip of exposed skin on his hip. He could admit he stared at it for almost half an hour. (Which was unusual to say the least)

Another thing Neil enjoyed were the book recs. Andrew Minyard had good taste and he knew what he was doing. He promoted both new books and classics, he put trigger warnings on them, his book recs were short and funny, his dark humour made Neil crack quite a few smiles.

Neil followed Andrew’s page and went to sleep.

In the following days Neil got more than one costumer mistaking Moriyamas for ABS.

Riko was getting tired of it. Instead of wiping out the competition, the Moriyamas shop of Palmetto struggled. And they struggled against a “stupid decrepit bookshop owned by a psychotic midget on steroids”. These were Riko’s words.

Neil had no idea how he ended up filming videos where he recced books while exercising. And wearing shorts. Oh and uploading them on Instagram.

Actually, he knew how he ended up doing that. It had something to do with Riko threatening to lay him off.

Moriyamas was copying ABS’s strategy and Neil was the unwilling accomplice.

Unsurprisingly, Neil quickly gained many followers. With the money Riko had invested in sponsoring his account, well, it was inevitable.

Neil was waiting for the day Riko would tell him to start wearing shorts at work (it took exactly 11 days and “Neil’s Legs” trending on twitter after he uploaded one of his videos)

Surprisingly, people followed him also for his book recs. He received hundreds of messages from people thanking him for the awesome books they read because of him. And in return they gave him other book recs. After all, Neil was happy with his Instagram.

Even more surprisingly, ABS (Andrew fucking Minyard) followed him.

Andrew was not sure why he followed Neil Josten.

Rationally, he knew he needed to keep an eye on the Moriyamas. He needed to do it for his own bookshop and for Kevin’s sanity. And that’s why he followed Josten.

His treacherous mind said it was also because Josten’s book recs were awesome. And so were Josten’s thighs. He’d be happy to be choked by them and suc- Wait, no. No. No. Let’s not get there.

Let’s start over again. His treacherous mind said it was also because Neil’s book recs were awesome. Damn him. Andrew had read some of the books Josten suggested just for the sake of it. He hoped they’d be shit, but fuck, Josten knew what he was doing.

Nevertheless, not much changed. Josten’s blog, or rather, the Moriyamas’ wasn’t a problem for Andrew. ABS was still doing great. Admittedly, Moriyamas’ discounts were higher than ABS’, but Andrew now had a number of loyal regular customers. His account was still doing great.

One night Nicky made him rewatch Pride and Prejudice with Keira Knightly for the umpteenth time. The following day Andrew also reread book and decided to promote it. Who said he only had to talk about new releases on his account?

In the photo Pride and Prejudice was artfully placed (or so Kevin said) on his bicep. In the description box he said that P&J was the Classic par excellence, the Classic TM and that he hoped Jane Austen could forgive him for the photo.

Two days later Andrew was casually scrolling through instagram when he saw it. In the new video Josten was promoting Wuthering Heights. Because “people who say Pride and Prejudice is the best classic really have no taste”. The video featured Josten and a punch bag. It was gloriously rich in close ups of Neil’s butt.

This is how the cold war between ABS and Moriyamas began.

Andrew replied with Fight Club. The description said “Recommended for jocks who like throwing punches for no reason at all. The favourite book of white men TM who think they are Brad Pitt, but actually have the emotional depth of a spoon. Read at your own risk”.

Neil replied with The Catcher in the Rye. In the video he was doing squats. And panting into the microphone. Andrew might be wrong because he was too busy looking at Neil’s stupid face, but he was pretty sure Josten said something like “perfect if you’re looking for a book where the protagonist is a self-absorbed entitled brat” and “the true favourite book of white men TM”.

The video ended with “psa, if you ever meet someone who says that this is their favourite book, run.” And then Josten winked. He winked.

Fans quickly started noticing what Andrew and Neil were doing. Some talked about rivalry between bookshops, others inevitably started shipping them.

And yet Neil and Andrew kept their videos going on. They argued which book of Neil Gaiman was the best and which vampire saga the worst. It was a photo of Andrew lifting stacks of books. And then it was a video of Neil doing squats balancing a pile of books on each hand. It was Josten saying Aristotle & Dante was his favourite lgbtq+ book and Andrew answering that he’d never read it, but it couldn’t possibly be better than TSOA.

Andrew would never say it out loud but it was fun. He was having fun.

Andrew still suspected Josten kept on replying to his recs just to promote Moriyamas. Nothing more, nothing less. It was probably Riko who told him what to rec. Josten was a puppet.

Andrew should’ve known. But when Neil started reccing shitty books, Andrew was still a bit disappointed.

Week after week, the quality of Josten’s recs lowered. He was promoting mainstream books (but not the good mainstream books) and influencers’ rubbish biographies.

He was about to unfollow his blog when Josten slipped into his DMs.

What the message said: I cannot accept the fact that you haven’t read Aristotle & Dante yet. When’s your next shift at the shop?

What Andrew did: sent him his work schedule. Like an idiot who’d never had a mum telling him not to divulge personal info to strangers on the internet. Oh no wait- Andrew hadn’t.

What Neil did: walked into Andrew’s shops with a copy of A&D and a cup of coffee. Placed them on the counter in front of Andrew, smiled and left.

Andrew could’ve complained that the coffee was too bitter and- who even gifts books to someone who owns a bookshop? He could’ve complained, but he was too busy staring at the post-it on the book.

“Hire me before Riko makes me rec Fifty Shades of Gray xx”

That that afternoon Andrew walked into Moriyamas with a copy of a random book in his hands. The post-it on its front cover said “You start tomorrow at 9. Don’t be late.”

With Neil’s videos and Andrew’s photos, ABS’ account (unsurprisingly) became one of Instagram’s most popular book accounts. Andrew’s bookshop became so popular he managed to buy the Palmetto Moriyamas shop after their sales plummeted and they were forced to close the store.

As concerns Neil and Andrew. Well. Their relationship would still be secret if Kevin -who still managed the ig account- didn’t accidentally post the wrong video.

It was supposed to be a video of Andrew doing squats with Neil sitting on his shoulders and reading a book.

The video that got posted to ABS’ 3 million followers instead featured Neil sitting on Andrew’s shoulders and laughing so much he lost his balance. He was about to fall to the ground when Andrew caught him in his arms and Neil, who hadn’t stopped laughing for a second, kissed him on the tip of his nose.

#all for the game #aftg #tfc #the foxhole court #aftg fic #mine*#1k

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clockworkgraystairs · 4 years

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There is no such thing as vampires #1 || Jurdan AU

Jurdan Smut Week 2020 • DAY 2

The prompt was technically dagger play...it didn’t really worked that way but HEY more smut! (vampire smut cough)

@jurdannet @jurdannetrevels

Rating: E (no I don’t mean ‘everyone’)

Warnings: Explicit content, mentions of blood, some biting (it’s a vampire au c’mon), swear words (just in case)

Summary:

Behind me stands a tall, slender man dressed in black trousers and one of those puffy white shirts men always use in period TV dramas. Raven curls frame the sharp angles of his face and his pale skin resembles marble. I stare at him unsure if my eyes widen because of the scare or how good looking he is. Maybe both.

His lips curve as if he finds my reaction somehow satisfying.

Extra comments: Just because I’m extra af, I’ll leave you the ambience music videos I listened while writing this. In case you’d like to hear them while reading:

Rain in a forest at night - Haunted Mansion/rain/thunder/wind - Narnia Lullaby

Written for: @slightlyrebelliouswriter23 MA’AM AS ALWAYS THANK YOU FOR ALL THE HELP AND SUPPORT, FOR BETAING THIS UNENDING PIECE AND FOR HELPING ME CRAFTING THE IDEA FOR IT! ❤️

Part 1 || Part 2

Masterlist • AO3

“Please tell me again why are we doing this?” I ask for the third time, leaning to rest my head on my sister’s shoulder. We bounce as the uncomfortable van we travel in turns to a cobbled path, leading us deeper into the woods.

“Because,” Vivi hisses back. “Your little brother is currently in his Twilight-obsession phase, and he just broke up with his girlfriend so we’re trying to cheer him up!”

“He’s 9! And they lasted like, what? Four hours?”

In that moment, Oak turns violently from the front seat, scowling at me. “First of all Jude, we were together two full days ok? She was the love of my life and suddenly she’s not sure about us anymore? Now I shall never find love again! I might have to become a priest. I expect a little consideration.”

Vivi ruffles his hair affectionately. “We absolutely understand, your sister here doesn’t have an ounce of romance in her veins but of course she supports the cause.”

That said, he returns to his place. I bite my lip hard, trying not to laugh. Typical Oak. I love my brother I really do, even if half of the time I can’t understand his dramatic outbursts.

Sighing, I stare through the window, to the heavy clouds gathering on top of us. Great. We are probably far away from the highway by now, nothing more than trees, rocks and occasional wild animals around. For some reason, our father had thought that there was no better way of fixing a kid’s broken heart than going on a quest in search of legends and hidden castles.

The thing is that apparently, it works. Instead of an incessant whining about love being doomed, my brother spends the days throwing the most random facts about werewolves, vampires, ghosts and any impossible creature. To be honest, I don’t think wikipedia and the Twilight books are a reliable source, but if it makes Oak happy I could live a couple of days with it. And most importantly if I have to choose between this or spending the week back at home with my mother and twin sister going to tea parties for old ladies, well, the answer is very clear.

I remember reading a few books about myths when I was younger. When I turned fifteen, I developed a hard crush on Brad Pitt after I saw Interview with the Vampire, filling half of the walls in my room with posters of him. Even now ten years later, I actually enjoy talking about old folklore and legends, urban myths and stuff like that.

What bugs me, are the fraudulent morons who want to take advantage of Oak’s naive curiosity to engage us in the most ridiculous tours that were obviously a waste of money. So far, we’d entered three “museums” where most of the so-called relics were made of plastic, and a haunted house with special effects so poorly done, father had discreetly asked for his money back. Only another two of the places we visited were actually interesting, but since the guides spent most of the time flirting with Vivi or me, it had annoyed our father.

Now though, we are driving behind the car of an old couple who swore their ancestors owned a castle where true vampires had lived once. The sole mention of the word “castle” was enough to make Oak hang from our father’s sleeve begging to go.

I’m not going to lie, it is an intriguing idea. But I remain a little worried about how much money Madoc is ready to pay before he hurries his little son back to his fantasy books and videogames.

“Dad, did you know that vampires like to live in the woods because it allows them to make racing competitions without being interrupted?” Oak asks with enthusiasm.

Madoc gasps. “Do they? Is it because they’re so fast?”

Okay, he might be willing to pay more than I thought. Next to me, Vivi muffles a laugh and keeps taking pictures for her instagram, occasionally asking for my help.

Upon arriving at the castle I have to suppress a curse. This, now, is a real castle. Nothing like the pitiful buildings we’d visited before. It is huge, made of pure stone and a modest wooden bridge that connects the entrance with the spot where the cars park. A slight fog covers the sides of the castle giving it a creepier look.

A shiver goes down my back. I turn to find my family who are all equally gaping at the place in front of them. Oak is visibly shaking with excitement. Vivi shoots me an astonished look before taking my brother’s hand and following the couple across the bridge.

The first thought that pops into my mind is that this place must have been taken out from a movie. Or set up for one. Maybe this is one of those pranks for TV. There is no other explanation for the massive room we find behind the giant front gate. Every inch of the walls is covered by paintings, several images barely recognizable through the dust. Aged furniture rests under dust and spiderwebs, pointing out they haven’t been used in quite some time. The illumination doesn’t help either. Electric lights hang from a few spots on the walls, though not enough for the big space, which I suspect is the reason that long candles are lit up too.

My next thought is that I should’ve brought my sweater. The damn place is freezing.

“Phew, sorry about the dust!” The old man says, flashing an embarrassed smile to us. “We were not planning to have any visitors yet.”

“You said this is going to be a museum?” Madoc asks, carefully surveying the walls. Next to him, Vivi tightens her hold on my brother’s hand to prevent him from starting to run around. I swear his eyes are about to pop out of their sockets.

“It will indeed! This place has been in our family for generations, but since it’s hard to adapt it to modern technology it was abandoned.” He turns to Oak and winks. “Not to mention the creepy things that happen here all the time.”

His gaze widens. “What kind of things?”

“Well, some distant relatives used to try spending their vacations here. But after a couple of days they left in a big rush, claiming some strange force had commanded them to go away.” With a lower voice, he adds. “They also mentioned noises coming out from empty rooms and dark hallways. Steps. Shadows that followed them along the place.”

For a second everyone remains silent. The only noise I can hear is the wind outside and the start of a slight rain. Somehow my hands are even colder.

“The legend says,” The woman, whose name is Marrow if I remember it correctly, continues while taking one chandelier with her hand. “This was the hideout of ancient vampires, how many, we don’t know. But they didn’t appreciate people trying to live within their domains.”

“So why come here at all?” Vivi asks. “Isn’t it dangerous?”

“It might be.” She shrugs. “But that’s half of the fun, isn’t it?”

“We like to think we’ve found a safe way to open this castle to the public without taking any risks. We will use a part of it as a museum, to show some of the family relics. But be aware, no one is allowed to go further than the marked area.” He signals at the yellow tape stuck on the floor forming arrows.

“If you please...” Marrow says, motioning at the stairs where the markings start.

They get me for a moment, not gonna lie. The surroundings and the way they speak are creepy enough to make me doubt my beliefs for a second. I shake my head to clear those thoughts away and walk behind my family. There’s no such thing as vampires or haunted castles.

We go through passages. Madoc has to remind Oak to not touch anything, constantly. From what I see, he’s living his best day. Several counters line up side by side against the wall. Some of them contain jewelry, others weapons, old writing pens among other things. Most of them carry a family shield, although it’s too blurry to properly identify what it says.

The rain thickens outside and Marrow keeps talking. She tells the story of her so called ancestors, whose family were big enough to fill all the rooms in the castle. Elwen, Eldred… something like that, and his many wives had once lived here. Along with his abounding children. I see in Oak’s face the intention to ask about how that family arrangement worked but Vivi gives him a slight pull of his hair.

I would have thought our guides would try to keep a proud name for their so-called ancestors. But they don’t. In fact, she seems particularly interested in explaining how Eldred’s cruel and terrible nature brought him nothing but disgrace. His once prosperous castle and assets were gone little by little. He claimed he was under the effects of a curse, but no one dared believing him. At least not until people started disappearing.

I stop listening at some point, focusing my attention on the relics in front of me. I’ve always felt a significant attraction to weapons, but not the ordinary ones like guns or rifles. These ones though, such beautiful daggers and swords. I’d give a kidney just to hold one of them.

On the next shelf books pile one next to the other, the dust around them a clear sign of how long they’ve been unbothered. All except for one. The navy blue cover has almost no dust at all, yet it looks like it would fall apart with a gentle blow of wind. The title is partially gone, probably through time.

I turn my head to my family but they’re gone, probably to another corridor since I can still hear the muffled voice of Marrow and my brother. Would she care at all if I check out that book?

I bite my lip. As long as it doesn’t break it’s probably alright. Standing on the tip of my toes I reach for it.

“That is an excellent book.”

I shriek and whip around, my hand flies to my mouth trying to cover the embarrassing sound. The book falls open next to my feet.

His lips curve as if he finds my reaction somehow satisfying. “My personal favorite. Too bad the author was a poisonous bunch-backed toad.”

My mouth opens to apologize, but I only manage to let out a strangled. “Shit”

The stranger lifts an eyebrow and chuckles.

“Sorry, I- that wasn’t what I meant to say.” I stutter. I feel as if my heart has jumped to my throat. “I wasn’t trying to steal the book.”

“I did not say you were.” He answers, his voice is like velvet.

I nod and take a deep breath. “I came in with my family. Marrow is showing us the place.”

His dark eyes wander down my body, but not like one of those rude men on the streets. No. Something in his gaze feels feral, like an animal sizing up his prey. A strange urge to run pools in my stomach, yet at the same time my muscles seem to have forgotten how to do so.

He looks me in the eyes again and it’s all gone. I let go of the tension in my back and a breath I didn’t know I was holding. When he smiles again, I feel as if I could trust him. Why shouldn’t I?

“And are you enjoying the tour?” He bends to pick up the book I’d dropped before and puts it back on the shelf. His movements are fluid and carefree. I doubt I’ve ever seen such elegance in a simple action. It is unsettling as much as it is attractive. Then I realize I’m supposed to answer.

“Yes, this is amazing actually.” I look around and take in the aged stone of the walls and ceiling. In that corridor there’s only one electric lamp, the rest is only lightened by candles. I can see our shadows dancing along to the flames. “All of this really helps getting in the ‘mood’.”

“The mood?”

I look at him and notice his tilted head. “Yeah you know, the mood of enchanted castles and old legends. This is well put enough that a credulous person would believe any story. Marrow is pretty good at it too.” Motioning a hand to him I add. “They even have their own actor.”

A thunder roars outside. “I beg your pardon?”

I roll my eyes and flash him a smile. “You don’t really have to keep the charade with me. I’m not some schoolgirl.”

“Yet I managed to pull a scream out of you, didn’t I?” The way he says it feels as if he was talking about an entirely different subject. Heat creeps up my cheeks.

“That was… not the same.” I mumble. “I didn’t hear you approaching. That could scare the living hell out of anybody.”

“I have been told I am quite sneaky, I concede you that.” He nods. “Why don’t I give you the rest of the tour? As an apology, of course.”

He’s doing his job, I remind myself, he’s not flirting with you.

“You haven’t even told me your name.” I say. “If we’re roaming around a castle together I should at least know who’s guiding me.”

That sounded an awful lot like flirting. Dammit.

“Cardan, at your service madam.” The tone he uses feels like a caress, he bows his head in a way I’ve only seen in movies. He takes his role seriously. I almost chuckle, but the sound dies in my throat.

“Cardan.” I repeat, just for the pleasure of doing it. “My name is Jude.”

He straightens. “Delighted to meet your acquaintance.” He answers and offers me his arm. “Shall we, Jude?”

I can’t believe how far away my family has gone. Cardan and I walk through a couple of corridors and still there is no trace of them. Did we take that long talking?

He’s an excellent guide, I have to acknowledge that.

While Marrow uses a tone of suspense and mystery, Cardan has this melancholy in his voice that sounds as if he’s talking about a memory. It’s bewitching. He also drops the most ridiculous “facts” about the people on the paintings. I refrain myself from asking if inventing things is allowed for employees, because saying that the girl with the pearl necklace enjoyed to play on the beach while saying she was the Princess of the Sea, certainly sounds like it.

“If you bite your lip one more time, I am going to do it for you.”

My heart skips a bit and I let go of my lower lip. I hadn’t realized I was tugging it. It’s an unconscious habit. I turn to him and I find his gaze different, hungry. It sends a shiver down to a place I know it shouldn’t. He arches an eyebrow as though he notices it.

“Is that a thing vampires like to do?” I say, trying to lighten the mood. The last thing I want him to know is that for the last twenty minutes I’ve been listening to him speak wishing he put a different use to that wicked mouth of his.

His gaze doesn’t change. “It is a thing I would like to do.”

I am pretty sure my expression is giving me up by now. Knowing my traitorous body, I’m probably flushed, my mouth open in awe. Desire coils inside me.

At my lack of answer, he continues. “Why don’t I show you something vampires really like to do?”

He walks back without letting go of my hand. I notice he steps out from the marked section and into a forbidden corridor.

The sensation returns, the one that is telling me to run. The problem is that I don’t know whether to run away, or straight to it. My mind wants both and my body, only one.

“You’re going to the restricted area.” I’m partially surprised by how breathless my voice sounds. “You can’t go in there…”

Cardan pauses and a confused expression crosses his face. A second later, it returns to his charming and teasing smile. “Are you afraid?”

I am.

Yet, I don’t care. I walk into the shadows with him.

As we cross the passage darkened by the lack of chandeliers I tell myself this is a terrible, terrible idea. The way he devours my mouth the moment a door slams shut behind us, convinces me it is the best.

Cardan pushes me against the wall, the cold temperature of the stone goes through my clothes making me gasp. He takes the opportunity and kisses me harder, his tongue explores my mouth with such deliciousness I have to bite back a moan.

My fingers are tangled in his hair pulling him closer to me, if such a thing is even possible. His hands are everything but still. They roam intensely from my breasts, down my sides and finally to my rear, where he grabs me, pressing me against his pelvis. I hear him groan and the sound makes something clench inside me.

Before I can double-think about it, one of my hands lowers to rub his hardness, still hidden behind his trousers. His breath hitches. He pulls back a bit and whispers to my ear. “Needy little human.”

I frown a moment, something about his words not clicking inside my brain but whatever it is I forget it the moment he slides his cold hands under my jersey. I yelp at the sensation, not sure if what flutters down my back is a result of the temperature or the eagerness which he’s holding me with. When he reaches my bra I hesitate for a moment. Cardan pauses too and leans back to stare into my eyes.

“Do you want to stop?” His voice is throaty and charged with desire. Still, he doesn’t make a move, waiting for my answer.

An instinctive part of me knows this is something I shouldn’t be doing. But that’s definitely not any close to me wanting to stop. Without removing my eyes from his I take the hem of my jersey to pull it over my head. The piece of fabric hits the floor, but neither of us pays attention to it. Once again Cardan’s gaze roams me in that predatory way.

I don’t stagger this time.

When my bra falls to the floor too, I take his hand and guide it to my jean’s button. “Do I look like I want to stop?”

Without hesitation he yanks the button open and slides his hand inside to cup the apex of my thighs. The contrast of my warm skin against his coldness makes my hips buck. Cardan buries his other hand in my hair and tilts my head back. I can feel his lips nipping down my jaw and my neck. A moan escapes my lips as he swipes a finger along my heat. He hums in response, the vibrations of it against my neck makes my eyes roll back.

He continues his ministrations until he feels me wet enough to slide a finger inside, he curls and pulls out. Then back inside. My breath comes out in elaborated pants as he quickens his pace. My hands almost finish unbuttoning his shirt when he slides another finger through my folds, his movements turn fast and punishing. Wet sounds taint the silence around us. As pleasure takes full control of my body I cling to him like a life saver, trying to muffle my moans.

“Let go Jude, let go for me.” He breathes next to my ear. My back arches and I sob a curse, writhing down on his hand.

He slows down as I come back from my orgasm, but never stops. Despite the freezing surroundings a drop of sweat runs down my chest. My heart beats as if I just ran a marathon. Cardan’s lazy moves continue, frequently grazing that spot that makes me mewl.

I hear him sigh. “You smell so good.” He claims my mouth one more time and bites me hard enough to make me wince. His tongue caresses my lower lip and a warm throb expands through my veins. He freezes and pulls back, releasing me. I stare at him in confusion, or at least as much as I can manage giving my current state.

He pants a couple of times before looking up at me. There’s a fiercess in his eyes that would’ve been scary under normal situations, right now, it only makes me want him more. He swallows before finally speaking. “If we go further, I won’t be able to stop.” His voice is like sandpaper.

My body seems to work on its own account, as I move to cup his face between my hands. “I already told you.”

“Jude…” He warns me, but I interrupt him joining my lips to his.

“I want this.” I breathe into his mouth. Cardan lets out a defeated groan before pulling my body back against his. Either he’s been holding back or it is until that moment that I realize how strong he actually is. He kisses me like a starved man and I can feel my pulse rise once again.

Soon his shirt joins my other clothing. My fingers trace his chest and torso, marveled at the softness of his skin. I mimic him moments before and kiss his neck. A low sound that almost resembles a growl comes out from his throat. My hands travel lower.

Somehow I manage to free his raging erection from his trousers, closing my hand around him. He hisses and then tilts his hips up to my touch. I start pumping him with unsure movements before gaining confidence to do it harder, tighter. Now it’s his turn to curse. Even though it sounds like something taken out from a Shakespeare novel, it makes my core pulse.

Cardan grips the hem of my jeans strong enough that for a moment I fear he’d rip them away.

“Take these off.” He demands instead.

I’m not sure of how I manage to do it. My mind feels blurred with a mix of sensations. Disoriented, not sure about exactly how my body is doing all of that, and the bliss of knowing I’m enjoying every second of it.

Before the air hits my skin, Cardan lifts me from the ground. My legs circle his waist in a reflexive move. His lips quirk in approval. Then my back is once again pressed against the wall, making me arch in a failed attempt to avoid touching the cold stone. A sound leaves my mouth, though it is not clear if it’s a protest or a moan. I hear him chuckle in my ear and I turn my head, searching his lips.

His kiss is slower but still deep. I feel as if small electric sparks are tickling every single one of my nerves. More, I need more. Cardan holds me in place with his hips, letting his hands wander up and down my legs.

The tip of his shaft is grazing my core over the thin fabric of my remaining piece of clothing, with an aching slowness that is not enough to ease my thirst. More.

I might have said that out loud because Cardan’s hips grind faster against me. It feels so good. And yet, it’s not enough.

I whine his name like a plea.

He continues for a couple of torturing seconds before reaching between my thighs again. There’s no teasing now as he moves my panties aside and immediately sinks his fingers inside me, pumping in and out with a pace that has me gasping in no time. He murmurs something I can’t understand and lines himself up to my entrance.

With soft, deliberate movements he slides through my heat, letting me feel every inch of him until he’s completely filling me. Then he stills. My muscles twitch around him, trying to adjust to the invasion. The exquisiteness of it is making my head swoon.

Cardan grabs my jaw and locks his gaze with mine. I can imagine what he’s looking at. Hooded eyes and flushed skin, though he doesn’t let me think a lot about it as he starts to move. Slow at first, with careful strokes that quickly evolve into long and deep. My mouth falls open at the sensation and my eyes shut.

“I warned you.” I hear him pant. “That there was no coming back.”

A whimper escapes my lips. I’m not even sure I’m actually trying to say something. He doesn’t seem to care either and leans to whisper to my ear. “You are mine now, Jude.”

There is something in the way he says it, his words carrying some compelling implication I can’t fully catch. His lips trail down my neck and I want to answer. To tell him that I am, that after the way he’s taking me, how could it be otherwise?

That’s when I feel a sharp stinging pain on the base of my throat.

I cry out and try to shake it away but whatever it is won’t let me go. Cardan’s words echo at the back of my mind, Needy little human.

As if sensing my thoughts he grabs my thighs and opens them wider, he thrusts into me harder and faster. Everything mixes in sensation. Pain leaves as fast as it came, leaving behind it that throb in my veins I can��t really explain. It is more intense now, what I felt as warm now is scorching. My entire body feels like it’s on fire, I’ve never felt so exhilarated before in my life. I don’t want it to stop.

Cardan sucks on my neck again and I moan his name. Without realizing it, I’m on the brink of another orgasm. I only realize it because he groans when my legs start to shiver around him. I cling to his neck and his hair. If I’m pulling too hard I can’t really know. A familiar swirl comes up from my core to the rest of my body as I spasm around him. It takes me a moment to notice the broken moans and sobs I hear come from my own mouth.

He keeps going a little longer until his fingers tighten over my skin, surely leaving bruises on both thighs. Muffled moans ring against my skin as he comes, thrusting in a couple of times more before stilling. A warm sensation covers the place where we join together. His mouth lets go of my neck. I grunt and shiver.

He puts me down carefully, still holding my waist, which is good considering I don’t know if I’m able to stand by myself. I feel dizzy. Cardan lowers his lips to mine one more time. He’s slow and gentle as though he’s worried. There is a slightly metallic taste in his tongue but I don’t pay attention to it. I trace the fine features of his face with trembling fingers. Little by little my senses start to take in the surroundings, the cold.

The place rumbles with another crack of thunder.

“You have to go back.” Cardan says, barely pulling his lips apart. Go back. I frown, then images of my family crash in my mind. I look around searching for the door, there is something on the floor. I realize soon those are my clothes. Shit. The tour, Oak. How much time have I been gone?

I dress in a hurry, not really caring if I put on my jersey correctly. He does the same but with the calm an elegance he has.

Panic must be written in my face because he grabs my chin and turns me to him. “Hey. Calm down.” He soothes me. Then his tone changes, turns commanding. His eyes are darker too. “Listen to me. You are going to do exactly as I say, do you understand Jude?”

I want to ask why, but for some reason I only nod. Cardan grabs my hand and pulls me out of whatever room we were in. “You must follow this passage until you find a way to turn left. Then continue until you see a painting of a black snake then turn right, you cannot miss it or you will get lost. Walk straight, and you will be back to a safe area.”

“But-” I start. I don’t want to go alone. And I don’t understand why but I don’t want to separate from him either. Which is nonsense, I barely know him and still...

He interrupts me. “I cannot go with you, I have lost so much control already and I don’t think…”

“Cardan, I can’t-”

A growl echoes in his chest and he pulls me closer to him. While his voice is still hypnotizing it sounds threatening now. “You will not tell anybody about what you saw here. Now go if you intend to leave this place alive.”

Then he's gone. I can’t recall if I blinked or turned, because a moment before I could still touch him and now he vanished.

I take a deep breath and start walking. Focus. Go straight, then turn right. Or was it left?

All passages look the same, some spaces don’t even have a painting or anything at all to help me differentiate them. Sometimes I whip around, thinking I heard a familiar chuckle behind me. Distant rain is the only sound that is a constant companion, but even with it I’m able to hear an echo of every step I give. It unsettles me more with every minute that passes. Although I feel more in control of my body than before, my knees falter constantly and a sensation of tiredness slides over my mind.

I find the snake painting just as I’d started to think I would be trapped here forever.

It’s huge, and despite the years that have probably passed the scales still seem to shine. The head is painted in an angle that gives the illusion of the eyes following the person looking at it. It doesn’t help that the candle’s flames also make the snake look as if it’s moving. Stalking. Before noticing, I start hyperventilating. I shut my eyes close and turn away. Something is terribly wrong with me, I need to get out.

Turning right, I start running. I cover my ears fearing that if I don’t, I’ll start hearing the snake’s hiss behind me.

I cross an arch made with the same stone and stop right in my tracks upon realizing somehow I’m back at the room where we first arrived. I blink to adjust my eyes to the change of light, since here’s where all the electric lamps are. The room is empty though.

I’m not sure of what I am supposed to do now. Sit and wait? Go out to the car?

While I’m weighing my options, trying to choose any that doesn’t imply dropping myself on the floor to have a panic attack, I hear murmurs and steps getting closer.

“Jude!” My little brother yells and runs to me. Behind him, Vivi scans me like she’s trying to find something wrong. I straighten my back and put on my best calmed face.

“Where were you?” She demands. “We lost you hours ago! Are you ok? You look pale.”

Always such a mother hen, I sigh. “I’m fine. I fell behind and lost y’all. Then... I guessed it would be better to just… return here.”

I try not to frown at my last words, since I didn’t fully intend to say them. You will not tell anybody about what you saw here.

“Jude knows how to take care of herself.” My father adds. I could hug him, but we’re not exactly the affectionate type. So I just flash him a smile.

Vivi does not look convinced but still stands down. “I guess so. The weather did a mess with your hair though.” A flash of Cardan’s fingers pulling from it to gain access to my neck sends a shiver through my body. Had that really happened just minutes before?

Before I can answer, Marrow calls for us. We turn to find her standing next to a big set of paintings that apparently were covered with a curtain. “You cannot leave without meeting the royal family.”

The canvases are ordered to mimic a family tree. A man with a severe expression rests at the very top. Eldred, I assume. Just by looking at it I feel judged. I can’t imagine what was like to actually live with him. The pictures of his wives look all so different but under them, their sons do have resemblance to one another. A weird sensation tickles my fingers as my gaze continues travelling over the paintings. Finally, I get to the last one. Once more, I cover my mouth to avoid an undesired sound.

Staring back at me I see Cardan.

I don’t care if it’s a painting, there is no way I could not recognize those features. Those lips.

“A big family, I see.” Madoc’s words seem so far away.

Marrow hums in agreement. “The Greenbriars always felt proud of their vast offspring. Such attractive sons and daughters. It’s a shame the curse took most of their lives all those centuries ago.”

“Did he…” I start, without knowing how to continue.

She approaches me to look at the canvas. “Ah, young master Cardan. He was the last one of Eldred’s children.” Then a frown appears on her face. “There was a lot of controversy regarding his death. Some say he died because of the curse, some others say he was the curse. The books all have different versions.”

“That sounds creepy as fuck.” Vivi says.

“Creepy as fuck.” My brother mimics her, the thoughtful expression on his face makes him look ridiculous. We cackle as Vivi shouts Oak he’s not supposed to say bad words.

By the time we get out of the castle the rain has decreased to a drizzle.

Madoc carries Oak on his shoulders, listening to his non-stop squeals of excitement after visiting what he calls ‘a real vampire hideout’. This time, I don’t find the words to contradict him. Vivi is the first one to get to the car, shouting back some nonsense about the Greenbriars needing a protection hex.

The moment I step down from the bridge something shifts in my head and I feel as if I had just woken up.

Perhaps it is me who needs a protection spell after all.

Before closing the car’s door, I turn to the castle one more time. Marrow and her husband wave at us from the front gate.

A dull ache throbs on the base of my neck and my hand flies to the spot. I retrieve it and see blood staining my fingers.

My heart misses a beat when I lift my gaze to the upper windows, where a tall figure with white shirt and dark hair is looking right back.

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part eleven

a fifteen part SocialMedia!AU featuring Bang Chan of Stray Kids. started: august 18th, 2019 completed: august 27th, 2019

lower-case intended.

"your uncle bernie says hi. but while i have you here, what was that post on instagram a few days ago? where you were dancing with someone at the beach at sunset?" viennas mother spoke through the phone, questioning her daughter about her confusion.

they had chatted on the phone for a few hours now, and vienna had thought that if her mother didn't bring it up in the very beginning, then she wouldn't be bringing it up at all, but thats how wrong one can be.

"oh that, me and a few friends spent the night at the beach and watched the sunrise. one of them asked me to dance with him when we listened to some music, nothing special." vienna spoke, trying her best to convince her mother that it was nothing but friendly. "i don't know vienna, it looked pretty romantic. are you sure you're not breaking your rule?"

ruth ahn had always supported her daughter in everything, all except her rule. no matter how many times she tried to tell vienna that her father was nothing more than a dick-wad who could burn in hell, and that she one day would find true love, vienna refused to listen. but what vienna had decided against telling her mother, was that she was starting to question the rule herself. it had come as a shock to vienna herself too, but she couldn't help it. a few of her friends had noticed it too, not that they knew about her rule, but they had noticed her lingering gaze and smiling eyes whenever he entered a room. how she seemed to speak extra clearly when they had a conversation, or that she touched his arm a tiny bit more than the others. it was the little things.

"mom," vienna dragged out as if her mother was embarrassing her. "its fine. i'm not gonna break my rule."

not long after they bid their goodbyes and hung up, vienna letting out a sigh as they did so. it was early in the morning, and she had decided against going to her classes today as they were only repetition lectures. that meant she had the whole day off, so she decided she could do some house work. it wasn't that her house was a complete mess as she tried to keep it clean since she kept getting surprise visits, but it could definitely be scrubbed and washed.

it had been five weeks since she first met the boys, and she couldn't be happier. even if they were a little annoying at times, they were still her best friends. but a day or two without them couldn't hurt, so she decided against telling them she had the day off, wanting to be productive instead.

just as she walked to the laundry room to get washing supplies to clean the living room, her phone went off in a call. she smiled at the contact name and slid the green button across the screen to pick it up. "hey chan." she said and plugged her earphones into the phone so she could use her hands while talking. he greeted her back and asked her what she was doing. they spoke about the most useless of things, but also slightly deeper topics, like most of their conversations went. they could talk about anything and everything, or nothing at all.

vienna didn't notice how long they had been speaking until she realized she had washed and scrubbed her entire apartment clean, done the laundry, cleaned the windows and emptied out her fridge and pantries for expired foods. she had also taken out the trash and changed the sand in franks litter-box. she fished her phone out of her pocket and saw that the call-time was at four and a half hours, shocked at what she saw. she mentioned it for the guy on the other line who didn't believe her until he saw it himself.

"how about i come over instead since we have so much to talk about? i can bring lunch, you must be starving after cleaning so much. maybe i even can bring my sketching pad?" he suggested. as if on cue, viennas stomach rumbled loud enough for chan to hear it through the phone, making them both laugh. she agreed to let him over, so they hung up after he explained he would be there in half an hour.

as she was placing all the buckets and soap back into the laundry room, she passed by a mirror almost screaming at the sight. if she was having any visitors, she needed to clean herself up too, not just the apartment.

she ran through the shower and dried her hair, throwing on clothing that was actually clean. as she was done, there was a buzz at her intercom. she hurried over and buzzed him in, and a few minutes later she unlocked the door so he could just walk in when he came up. while she was getting some soft drinks out from the fridge, she heard the squeak of the door open and close.

"so do you wanna watch a movie? i just read-"

"vienna."

"and it's supposed to be really freaking-"

"vienna!"

"because of brad pitt or something, i don't-"

"VIENNA!"

the girls finally shut up as she heard chan stop her. she pulled her head out of the fridge and looked over at the boy, but much to her confusion, he wasn't alone. next to him stood and elderly korean man, his hands behind his back and his glasses at the tip of his nose. vienna felt her whole self grow cold as a lump grew in her stomach. she looked over at chan, her voice low as he questioned him of what that man was doing in her apartment.

"he was outside and he looked confused, so i asked him, and he said he was looking for you. at first i didn't trust him, but he had a picture in his wallet of you as a child and he explained that he was your dad, so i-" chan explained with a smile on his lips, not realizing what he had done.

"get him out." vienna spoke to chan, refusing to talk to the man next to him. chans face dropped into one of confusion, not moving to get the man out, but standing his ground. "vienna, what are you talking about? it's your dad-" he started, but he was cut off.

"that man is not my father. that man stopped being my father when he left me and my mother to 'get some milk'." vienna spoke in a tone that seemed almost happy, chuckling a little bit as she spoke of the reason he left. the man next to chan seemed ashamed. not because he left his wife and daughter, but because chan heard what he had done.

just seeing him reminded vienna of why she made herself that rule in the first place. just when she thought she might have drifted a bit away from it. she realized she had to be even more strict with herself.

"get out. both of you."

part zero

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

part seven

part eight

part nine

part ten

part eleven

part twelve

part thirteen

part fourteen

part fiffteen

-bentley

#kpop #stray kids #skz #bang chan #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #social media #bang chan au #stray kids reactions #stray kids requests #stray kids scenarios #stray kids one shots #stray kids outfits

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sabrinaprotectionsquad-blog · 6 years

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AU Yea August 31 - The Spectacular Ladybug

@auyeahaugust

Day 31 - dealer’s choice

Decided to upload the beginning of my Ladybug is Spider-man AU. a silly idea which turned way more elaborate than originally intended. Might do a whole series.

This is the end of Au Yea August, it’s been a blast. I’ve written a little over 80.000 words for this event which is SO wild, never written even close to that amount before. It’s been a little stressful but a lot of fun. I’m sad I missed about 10 days but still, awesome stuff.

”30 bucks” Gabriel Agreste stated coldly, reviewing the images on his desk.

“30!? But the ad said 100 for each!” Marinette protested, the photographs she’d taken were good, dynamic and perfectly framed, she couldn’t imagine what was wrong with them.

The serious looking man sighed deeply, lighting a cigarette slowly and looking up at Marinette from his chair.

“Maria was it?”

“Marinette sir”

He waved his hand in a ‘whatever’ motion. “Marinette, if I ask for pictures of Brad Pitt do you know what I want?” he asked coldly, pausing to inhale a breath of smoke, Marinette didn’t answer, figuring he was going to tell her regardless, which he did “I’m not looking for him smiling for a photographer with his wife, if I wanted that I would just take it from his Instagram. No, what I want Marinette…” the way he said her name was condescending and harsh. The blue-haired photographer wished she could look away from his stern, iron gaze, but he held her eyes with his. His cold stare threatening her to even dare look away from him. “- are pictures of him leaving the house of one of his seven mistresses at 4 in the morning; at a party with a nose full of cocaine; having sex with a sandwich.” Marinette almost smiled at the last line, but Agreste’s expression let her know he was dead serious.

He placed a hand on one of the pictures Marinette was proudest of, perfectly posed in mid yo-yo swing, he slid it forward towards her “I do not want pictures because I want to admire her costume choices. I need pictures because I need stories. Ladybug helping an old lady over the streets might make a nice fluff piece in the community papers, but here at the Daily Bugle, we expose the truth, our readers expect us to shine a light at the news and expose the naked, sinful facts.”

Marinette felt her blood freezing as Agreste took another drag of his cigarette without ever breaking eye contact. She felt exposed, fearing that his glaring eyes could somehow see through her clothes at the red, dotted costume hiding just under her wrinkled suit. She’d faced several villains since she first jumped in spandex, but she’d rather face an army of superhuman lizard people than have to even think about what would happen if this man was somehow able to figure out her identity.

“But… what if there are no… sinful facts sir? Maybe she really is just a hero?” she half smiled at the unamused man in front of her.

Gabriel sighed deeply, putting out his cigarette “heroes don’t wear masks. There’s only one reason to hide yourself from the world, because you have something to hide. Even if Ladybug actually believes she’s a hero, she’s still inspiring any unstable person in New York to jump in their mom’s stockings and hit the streets with their father’s gun. If she really wanted to help she would join the police or stay out of it and leave it to the professionals.”

Marinette could feel herself shaking, she wanted to tell him off, to convince him how wrong he was. But if she tried to he might suspect something, it was already risky to start taking pictures of herself, she had to keep her identity secret no matter what. Agreste took out a notebook and started writing in it, breaking eye contact with Marinette for the first time since he looked up from her photos. It gave Marinette a chance to finally breathe, to find her confidence a little bit again.

“Maybe she has a reason!”

Agreste ripped the piece of paper out of his notebook and collected all but three of the pictures, then gave that to Marinette.

“Show this to Alya outside, she’ll pay you.”

Marinette took the things handed to her instinctually, she needed more money than this measly hand-out, but at least it was a start. She boiled with the need to tell the smug bastard off but she decided to swallow her pride and walk away like an adult.

“Oh and one last thing. Don’t meet your heroes. They will always disappoint you.”

Marinette closed the door to the office behind her then sighed heavily, she felt like she’d aged 5 years in the short conversation with the ruthless editor in chief.

She unwrapped a hard candy and popped it in her mouth, the sweet treat filling her mouth with strawberry and mellowing out her body. She’d always had a sweet tooth, but after she became Ladybug sweets had become like an addiction, she could influence her mood with candy, she could even get drunk off of it. She told herself not to overdo it, but it was hard to actually live by.

“First time meeting Gabriel?” a friendly amused voice rang out from next to her, Marinette hadn’t even noticed someone sitting so close to the office. The voice belonged to a brown and red-haired woman, she wore large glasses which framed her face, a dark brown lipstick to match her beautiful dark skin. She wore a women’s business suit and her long hair was partially braided, running back into a bun.

She looked like the type of woman who spends 3 hours getting ready for her shift at 6 am, the kind of woman who had her things in order. Meanwhile, Marinette spend her nights patrolling the city, slept until noon, threw on a t-shirt and pants and maybe remembered to brush her hair before putting it in the pigtails she’d worn since grade 4.

“uh, yea… he’s a little intense” Marinette smiled back at her.

“Don’t let him get you down if he bought your pictures that means he loves them, though he’d never admit it. Here, let me take care of it” she reached a handout and received Agreste’s note, reading it over quickly.

“Sheesh, you’re gonna have to take a lot more photos if you wanna afford that Lamborghini.” She smiled up at Marinette, handing her three ten dollar bills.

Marinette half smiled as she received the money, thanking the woman and turned to walk away dejected, knowing she wouldn’t be able to pay rent this month either.

“Hold on there girl, let me see your pictures” the wonder woman of the business world called her back. Marinette tried putting on a brave face as she faced her. She handed her pictures down to the woman who began inspecting them professionally. Looking at the workplace beauty Marinette couldn’t help but compare their age, she definitely wasn’t older than Marinette, she might even be younger, and she looked like she had her entire life together. Maybe she’d spend less time eating radioactive ladybugs, but it wasn’t like Marinette’s life had been on the fast track before then.

“These are good! You’ve got a real way with framing. I’m Alya by the way” she extended her hand to Marinette who was all too happy to shake it and take the praise, it was nice hearing someone other than her parents complimenting her photography skills.

“How did you get these? Some of our reporters have been chasing that bug for weeks without getting a good shot like this!”

“oh uh… the trick is to let her come to you” Marinette chuckled awkwardly “I keep up with reports on where she currently is and try to guess which way she’ll leave, then sometimes I get lucky” Marinette knew someone would end up asking her about it, she was glad Agreste hadn’t been the one to do so, his intense stare would have made her forget the line she practiced at least twenty times in the mirror.

Alya whistled impressed “you’ve got a real sense for this!”

“according to Agreste a real sense for this would mean finding people f… having sex with… sandwiches” saying it out loud she felt so silly, how in the world could he have said something like that with a straight face, more importantly, how could she possibly have listened to it with a straight face!?

Alya burst out laughing “right that was a fun news week!”

“Wait! That actually happened!?” Marinette asked horrified.

“Oh Gods, no, but because of an editing mistake, two stories lay on top of one another in a way that made it read like that. Thankfully we caught it in time but we all use it sometimes, y’kno, workplace banter and such. Just glad no one was fired.” Alya smiled heartily at Marinette, giving her a sense that the wonder woman in front of her was actually really kind, she really was the whole package.

Alya tapped the pictures contemplatively “you need money right?”

“Of course but I’ll tell you now, butt-stuff is extra,” Marinette said jokingly making Alya laugh.

Alya got up and opened the door to Agreste’s office, Marinette swore she could feel a chill coming from inside the monsters den, she couldn’t believe Alya could just rip the door open without even knocking, wasn’t she afraid he’d eat her!?

“Hey Gabe, I’m taking pigtails to the gala, I need a good photographer k?” Gabe? The man sitting in that office could be called many things, but Gabe could not possibly be one of them.

To Marinette’s surprise, Gabriel walked over to stand in the door, taking in the two women.

She could feel his judging eyes sizing her up even more than before, an unhappy twinge at the corner of his lip. “It’s your call Alya. It might do you some good Marinette, to see what a real hero looks like. Though do wear something more appropriate, you’ll be there to record the news, not make them.”

Marinette wanted desperately to tell him off again, but she was painfully aware that she looked like a hobo that walked in off the streets; she didn’t have a leg to stand on.

“Yes, boss” Alya winked at him, making finger-guns playfully as he disappeared again into his office.

Alya smiled broadly at Marinette who could only chuckle back nervously.

#au yeah august #miraculous fanfiction #Miraculous ladybug #marinette dupen-chang #Spider-bug #SPS writes

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Rentrer dans le cinéma

Il faut savoir qu'il est difficile de vivre du métier d'acteur. Pour beaucoup l'acting est une passion à côté de leur métier, ils ne vivent pas de leur passion. C'est possible, comme les grandes stars américaines: Léonardo DiCaprio, Johnny Depp, Brad Pitt etc.

Mais c'est très dur d'en arriver là.

Tout d'abord il faut se faire repérer, on peut commencer dans des petits films, pubs, figurations etc. Le but est d'avoir ensuite des contacts, on peut participer à des castings, même si on est pas pris, les réalisateurs, on pris connaissance de notre profil et parfois nous rappeler pour d'autres occasions. On peut aussi s'abonner à des comptes Instagram de réalisateurs, de castings en ligne…

(expérience personnelle, un compte Instagram de casting connu s'est abonné à mon compte et c'est déjà super!)

Le plus important est de ne pas baisser les bras car c'est un métier qui peut parfois demander de la patience pour être connu et monter au grand écran.

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3moisauboutdumonde · 6 years

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Louiselle et les 7 chauffeurs de l'apocalypse

Il était une fois, une jeune femme prénommée Louiselle. Intrépide (lol) et avide de nouvelles aventures, elle souhaitait découvrir la Nouvelle Zélande. Son rêve vit le jour en automne 2017, quand elle parti conquérir le pays des kiwis pour 3 mois. De nouvelles aventures elle en vécue de nombreuses durant son premier mois ici : des rencontres, des randonnées, des paysages à couper le souffle… mais en ce lundi 27 novembre, une nouvelle épreuve l'attendait. Et rien, pas même ses désormais nombreux trajets en stop, n'aurait pu la préparer aux…. 7 chauffeurs de l'apocalypse !

Mais pour que vous puissiez comprendre cette histoire, il me faut remonter de quelques semaines dans le temps, quand notre backpackeuse se trouvait encore dans l'île du Nord. A Napier pour être exacte. Vous vous souvenez sûrement de Silvin (et non pas Hans), le jeune allemand qu'elle avait rencontré en chemin. Eh bien figurez-vous que Silvin n'est pas le seul allemand avec qui Louiselle a sympathisé à Napier. Elle s'est également liée d'amitié avec Jule. Si leurs chemins partaient alors dans des directions différentes le destin (et un peu d'organisation) choisit de les mettre à nouveau sur la route l'une de l'autre. En effet, après 1mois dans une ferme de kiwi, Jule s'apprêtait à descendre dans l'île du Sud juste au moment où Louiselle se retrouvait sans projet défini pour les prochains jours. Elles décidèrent donc se retrouver à Picton et de partir faire un roadtrip ensemble.

C'est donc ainsi qu'après 3 jours à Hokitika Louiselle décida de remonter à Nelson pour pouvoir ensuite rejoindre Jule à Picton. Malgré les 4h30 et quelques centaines de kms séparant Hokitika de Nelson, notre jeune vagabonde dénia le bus au profit du stop, scellant ainsi son destin.

Ce qui nous amène donc à la situation suivante : station essence à la sortie d’hokitika, 10h17. Louiselle se tient comme à son habitude à un point stratégique ; signe dans une main, l'autre avec le pouce levé, sourire en place, elle attend. Et attend. Et attend. Elle a même le temps de se faire dragouiller par un gars de la station essence avant que son premier chauffeur de la journée ne s'arrête. Et c'est ainsi qu'elle rencontre le premier chauffeur de l'apocalypse.

Barny, le cavalier fou.

Barny est un trentenaire qui a décidé qu'il resterait jeune toute sa vie. Prof de kayak à Franz Josef il est le parfait cliché du “cool dude” : armé de ses tongs, son bermuda et son débardeur, il écoute du reggae juste assez fort pour qu'on soit obligés de crier pour s'entendre. Barny aime les femmes (“surtout les canadiennes”), conduire avec les genoux et checker son Instagram toutes les 3 secondes. Bro look at the road please. Pas totalement débile, il a eu la bonne idée d'installer un appareil qui l'informe de la présence de radars, ce qui lui permet de dépasser la vitesse autorisée 99% du temps. La bonne nouvelle c'est qu'il ne va pas plus loin que Greymouth et dépose donc la jeune auto-stoppeuse ici. Sentant que la journée va être longue elle prend le temps d’ingurgiter un Subway avant de se poster sur le bord de la route. 20 minutes plus tard s'arrête son deuxième chauffeur.

Le sage et silencieux John Doe.

Ce papy d'une soixantaine d'années (ouais, passé 60ans tout le monde est un papy) étant un pur produit néo-zélandais, la conversation subit les effets de l'accent du coin. Quelques échanges et pas mal de “sorry what was that?” plus tard, le silence s'installe entre les deux occupants du véhicule jusqu'à ce que John Doe dépose notre héroïne… au milieu de nulle part. Vraiment. Il faut 30 minutes, qui ne voient défiler que 4 voitures, avant que la chance ne fasse de nouveau son apparition, sous les traits d'une américaine de 40ans.

Jill, la bonne fée

Cet adorable petit bout de femme se présente comme “American, but the good kind”. En voyage d'affaires en Nouvelle Zélande elle s'octroie quelques jours de vacances dans ce charmant pays avant de rentrer aux états unis. Elle offre des cerises et une excellente conversation durant tout le trajet, qui prend fin beaucoup trop tôt au goût de Louiselle (à quel moment je me suis dit que ça serait rigolo de raconter cette histoire à la 3eme personne ?? -_-’). Mais hélas Jill se rend à hanmer Springs ce qui n'est pas du tout sur le chemin jusqu'à Nelson. Le stop reprend donc de plus belle. Il est environ 14h, le soleil est à son pic et au bout de trois quart d'heure postée sur le bord de la route sans personne pour s'arrêter Louiselle se sent comme une saucisse oubliée sur le barbecue. Alors qu'elle commence à se demander si c'était vraiment une bonne idée de tenter un trajet aussi long en une seule journée, une voiture stoppe à son niveau. Le 4eme carrosse de la journée est là !

Mr Doe, Mrs Doe & Doggie Doe, the unexpected

“Carrosse” est peut être un bien grand mot pour qualifier l'état de la voiture, étant donné que l'absence de sièges à l'arrière est principalement compensée par la présence de bordel et de toiles d'araignées. Mais ça fera parfaitement l'affaire (tout est mieux qu'une nouvelle heure d'attente au soleil), surtout que le trajet se veut court, jusqu'à un point plus stratégique pour faire du stop. La chipolata qu'est devenue notre voyageuse quitte donc son barbecue au profit l'arrière de la voiture où elle se cale du mieux qu'elle peut aux côtés de Dynamo, une chienne beaucoup trop mignonne (Roxy reste #1). Tout en travaillant ses abdos fessiers pour tenir en place, la chasselande d'origine se sent particulièrement vivante : cet instant est un peu fou, un peu dangereux, totalement inattendu. Si loin de son quotidien en France. Elle ne peut s'empêcher de sourire bêtement à Dynamo : cette journée est certes un nouveau challenge mais surtout une aventure pleine de surprises. Mr & Mrs Doe dépose la rêveuse dans un coin encore plus paumé si possible, mais qui reste cependant sur la route principale pour se rendre à Nelson (les joies de l'île du Sud). C'est le stop le plus difficile pour Louiselle : 1h30 d'attente en plein soleil, les réserves d'eau sont à plat, la journée commence à être bien entamée et il reste encore 2h de route jusqu'à son objectif. Bref ça commence à prendre une tournure à la “koh lanta” moyennement appréciée. Alors qu'elle commence à chercher un plan B et des points positifs à cette attente (“au moins je bronze”) notre backpackeuse voit une voiture de pompier s'approcher et avec elle une opportunité de plus de se rendre à Nelson.

Good Guy Rob

Son nouveau chauffeur est britannique, drôle, et la conversation se fait tout naturellement : “On est d'accord que Ryan Gosling n'est pas l'homme le plus beau de la terre hein ? Non mais c'est vrai ! C'est pas comme Brad Pitt ou Georges Clooney !

- Baaaah c'est un peu le nouveau Brad Pitt quoi. Il fait partie de la nouvelle génération des sex symboles d’Hollywood.

- Mais non ! Brad Pitt il est encore très bien !

- C'est peut être juste que t'es vieux aussi Rob <3”

Cette amitié de voyage prend fin quand Rob dépose Louiselle à une trentaine de kilomètres de Nelson. So close yet so far. Mais pour la première fois de la journée elle n'attend pas plus de 10min que quelqu'un la prenne comme co-pilote.

Mister X, le bienheureux

Avant dernier chauffeur du jour, ce jeune homme dont le nom ne restera pas dans les annales se rend à l'aéroport pour son job de nuit. Le trajet ne dure qu'une dizaine de minutes mais il est rempli de rires et de bonne humeur ! Il prend fin à la périphérie de Nelson et le centre ville est encore trop loin pour s'y rendre à pieds. Ce qui nous amène donc au dernier conducteur !

Le serviable Hans

A nouveau, le nom de ce protagoniste n'est pas Hans, mais pour des raisons techniques et parce qu'il est allemand (et que j'aime tomber dans le cliché) c'est celui qui sera employé pour le désigner. Hans est sur le chemin retour d'un roadtrip de deux semaines dans l'île du Sud. Il lui reste 5 jours pour retourner à Auckland déposer le camping car qui l'a abrité. Galant chevalier conduisant sa voiture blanche il offre à Louiselle de la déposer directement à l'auberge où elle va passer les deux prochains jours.

C'est ainsi que se termine cette histoire ; après avoir traversé la moitié de l’île du sud, fait 8h de stop et affronté les 7 chauffeurs de l'apocalypse notre héroïne s'installa dans ses nouveaux quartiers où elle s'endormit paisiblement, cookie à la main.

#ce texte est a peu près aussi long que ma journée #j'ai un peu craqué #ca reste une bonne journée !#i did it !#goodbye hokitika #hello nelson #again #3moisauboutdumonde

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faceclaim: sydney sweeney

pairings: brad pitt x actress!reader

warnings:fluff , lovers to exes to hopefully lovers again

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theteaonbrad it looks like from inside sources that brad pitt and y/n l/n has decided to call it quicks after dating for 2 years , tmz reports

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y/nfan61 i literally just screamed "WHAT THE HELL" out loud

y/n+bradfan84 and our delusional ass thought they were going to announce an engagement soon

pittfan24 we were really in a delusional era

y/nfan12 SAY SIKE PLEASE SAY SIKE

bradstan04 swear didnt he just get her name tattooed!!!

y/nfan23 i guess it didnt mean that much for him

y/nstan452 can you guys stop speculating about a relationship your not in

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y/nfan34 so its just business as usual babes

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y/nfan02 the face card never declines

jacobelordi 😭

cassiedefender ariana what you doing here ?

bradfan04 omg its true brad is always the first one to like her pictures but now he has not liked it at all

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euphoria y/n stuns in custom miu miu at l.a euphoria premiere

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y/nfan01 we are so proud of you y/n

y/nfan02 she has the post breakup glow to her

pittfan24 nooo i miss her and brad together

y/nfan04 we don't want this we want the next album

jacobelordi so amazing 🔥🔥

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y/nstan82 is it just me that are seeing y/n and jacob's interactions cassiedefender yess , i thought i was the only one , i hope they just friends but that picture is not helping their case

y/nstan82 dont really know if they're friends or dating but i kinda ship it

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tmz brad spotted out and about in l.a the same time as y/n's premiere , accident or intentional ???

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hater87 damn he really let himself go

pittstan62 and still looks better than you on your best day

bradfan42 himbo brad conformed

pittfan24 omg not all their close friends but y/n , she must have done something

bradfan36 stop guessing its literally none of our business

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deadline after production was halted in late year it is now confirmed that the film "Anyone But You" will start up filming again next month in Australia

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y/nfan87 well this will be so awkward

y/nfan52 and its a romcom 🥰

bradstan45 jacob is probably on the floor somewhere

pittfan24 BRADY/N SUPREMACY

y/nfan04 I need this to bring them back together

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DRUNK OBI AND SUZU DISCUSSION :3 (MODERN AU) PLEASEEE (and thank u so much u rock)

Obi’s just finished laying out their blanket, weighing down the corners with the biggest stones he can find – he suspects that these are really just smoothed out chunks of concrete, probably from when they jackhammered out the original path to put in more eco-friendly boardwalks – when Shidan’s undergrad whips open the cooler and shows just what sort of liquid refreshment he thinks is appropriate for a turtle watch.

Obi goggles. “Is that all beer?”

“Hell yeah, bro.” The undergrad – Suzu, he remembers; he’s really only heard his name shouted across the suite by Yuzuri – pulls out a fancy-looking bottle. “Funky Buddha Morning Wood. And well, some Coronas. I only had enough budgeted for a six pack of the good stuff, so like, I took a page out of the Good Dude’s book and got something top-shelf to start with, and then some weak shit for when we’re too blitzed to care, right?”

Obi doesn’t know where to start with this. Is he supposed to get shitfaced off three beers? Does this guy get shitfaced off three beers?

“The Good Dude?” he says instead, trying to keep his face blank.

“You know.” Suzu shrugs. “Jesus.”

What. The. Fuck.

“Okay,” he says, because what the fuck. “Okay, but I thought we were supposed to be…turtle chaperones, or whatever.”

“Yeah, yeah, I mean…there’s a whole bunch of bottle water on the bottom too.” He waggles his eyebrows. “Gotta stay hydrated, you know.”

“Oh good,” Obi drawls, “at least I know we won’t have to get our stomachs pumped.”

It annoys him how great the beer is.

“I know right?” Suzu reaches out, plucking the empty out of his hand and replacing it with a new one. “Can’t go wrong when you pick ‘em by them stupidest name, right?”

“Right,” Obi echoes, and it’s – it’s weird, the way he feels when that kids says it, when he says something Obi’s thought a thousand times in the safety of his own skull. His heart feels strange, feels full, and he doesn’t even know this guy but…

But maybe he’s okay. For an idiot.

“Where’d you even get all this?” he asks, “Aren’t you underage?”

He turns the bottle over in his hands, just for something to do, and –

Woah, this stuff is twelve percent alcohol by volume? No wonder he’s starting to have feelings and shit. He’d start liking Mihaya after two or three of these.

Suzu waggles his eyebrows, grinning around the lip of the bottle. “Yeah, bro. But I got the hook-ups. Sweet hook-ups.”

“Right, cool.” He’s trying not to laugh at how proud this kid is, but like, what even. “But you know I’m over twenty-one right?”

“Whaat?” Suzu blinks at him owlishly. “Bro, you gotta – you gotta list that among our assets, man!”

He can’t help his grin. “What, a birthday before 1992?”

“Yeah, man!” The guys slaps him on the back, shaking him in a friendly way by the shoulder. “That’s freaking rad, dude. What do you charge? Like ten percent of sale? Fifteen?”

“What, you mean to buy booze?” College is honestly the weirdest place he’s ever been, it’s like a parallel freaking dimension for how much it makes sense on the regular. “I don’t charge friends, man.”

“What? Oh my god, bro,” Suzu gasps, hand tightening on his shoulder. “This is like a paradigm shift, man.” He shakes his head. “If only I had known! I could have gotten a twelve pack.”

They’ve broken into the Coronas when Suzu asks, “So like, ifShirayuki, Garrack Gazalt, and Yuzuri all proposed to you, who would you marry?”

“What like, all of them at once?” Everything’s a little blurry around the edges; the moon looks like one of those fuzzy pictures on instagram, like with the lights, the Christmas shit –

Bokeh. Yeah, bokeh. Everything’s all bokeh, or whatever.

“Sure, whatever, man.” He runs a hand through his hair, now all matted with sand from when they ran into the ocean two beers ago. “Wait, does that make sense?”

“Is this supposed to be like fuck, marry, kill or something?” Obi asks, though he’s really just buying himself time, trying to wait long enough that he doesn’t just blurt out how much he wants to marry Doc, how much he wants to press her into his mattress and fuck her until she can’t see straight, until she walks with a fucking limp because of how many times he’s made her –

“Yeah, like that, but I mean,” Suzu’s face scrunches up with distaste, “I dunno killing someone seems harsh, you know? How about like…wed, bed, behead?”

“Dude,” he laughs, shaking his head, “you know that beheading kills people right?”

“I dunno, didn’t Robespierre say it was more humane?”

“That’s specifically the guillotine. And I feel like zero people should take life advice re: murder from Robespierre, dude.”

“I feel like we’re getting side tracked from the original question, though,” Suzu says a half hour and another two Coronas later. “Garrack Gazalt, Yuzuri, or Shirayuki?”

Shirayuki. Always.

“For what?” he asks. “We’re calling it what? Wedding, bedding, and wishing a very nice night?”

“I guess…wedding?” Suzu shrugs and nearly falls over. “I mean, isn’t that the same as bedding? Like wouldn’t you be like, I dunno, fucking your wife? Or does that not count because you’re more like, making love –”

“Suzu. Focus.” Obi tries to snap his fingers, but he can’t seem to make them touch. “What about you, who would you pick?”

“Oh, dude, Shirayuki, totally.”

Obi tenses. Right. Okay. Friendship fucking cancelled.

“Oh,” he says, so light, so casual. “I didn’t realize you liked her.”

“Oh, I don’t,” Suzu replies easily, flopping down like a starfish in the sand. “I’m super fucking into Yuzuri, honestly. But Shirayuki seems like she’d be a good wife you know?”

He wants to punch him for giving him a literal heart attack, but then Suzu adds, so soft, “She seems really nice. Like she’d take care of you. I bet she’d be a good mom.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, hardly able to lift his voice above a whisper. “Yeah, she really fucking would be.”

“Oh, bro,” Suzu shouts, whacking his shoulder. They’ve moved onto the waters, trying to sober up before dawn. He’s not sure how long away that is, but it’s probably going to take most of the waters in the cooler to recover, so –

“Yeah?” he groans, rolling onto his belly. “Why are you hitting me, dude?”

“Over there, do you see them?” Suzu points, waving his arm unhelpfully. “It’s the baby turtles, man!”

He almost snaps that it’s not like he can see where he’s pointing if he flails about like that, but then – then –

He sees them, slowly flip-flapping down the sand, the moon full and bright on the ocean and –

And they don’t need them, not tonight; every one has this clear journey down the slope, tumbling with a brave sort of glee down to their ocean home.

“They orient by the moon,” Suzu tells him, voice hushed in wonder, “so like, the brighter it is, the more it reflects, the easier it is for them.” Even lower he croons, “Come on little buddies, you can do it! Get home, turtle friends!”

“That’s amazing,” Obi finds himself saying. “That’s fucking amazing.”

“I know right?” Suzu claps him on the back. “That’s why we do this right? Miracle of life. Making sure little turtle babies keep hatching, keep making this planet one cool rock to live on.”

Obi squints up at him, taking in the kid’s grin, and he finds himself saying, “I really like you, dude.”

Suzu whips his head around, and Obi’s ready for – for, that’s gay, dude; or maybe, what, are you some kind of –

“Oh, bro, same. You are fucking rad, man.” He grins, goofy and full. “I feel like I gotta tell you I mean that in a totes platonic way, man. Like if I was into dudes I would one hundred percent be into you, you are like a totally hot guy, but boobs are where it’s at for me. Lady thighs. So top shelf.”

Obi laughs. “Same. I mean – lady thighs are fucking great. That part. Not the not into dudes part. I’m, er…”

It strikes him he’s never actually done this. The whole talking about it thing. It’s not like guys at the gym were going to be thrilled about it, and it just never came up at Clarines. But six hours on a blanket with this idiot and he’s just…spilling out his guts.

“You like both, I get it.” Suzu eyes go wide, and he grips Obi’s shoulder hard. “Dude, is the Danny Ocean series like the best ever thing for you? Like in the second one you got George Clooney and Catherine Zeta Jones, and Brad Pitt –”

He buries his head in his hands, laughing. It’s not that funny, but – but –

God, he’s just…relieved. “Yeah, it’s – it’s pretty great, I won’t lie.”

“Man,” Suzu groans, “I’m so jealous. I always feel like I’m missing out on like half those movies, you know?”

“I can imagine.” He watches as another turtle tumbles into the surf. “I can’t wait to show Doc this.”

“Oh,” Suzu sighs, pulling the sound long. “So that’s it.”

He looks up, confused. “That’s what?”

“I was just thinking how this is like, a totally romantic thing right? Moonlight, watching the amazing miracle of nature right before us, the night is perfect.” Suzu sends him a sidelong glance. “I was just thinking about how awesome it would be if I did this with Yuzuri…and then you mention how you want to so Shirayuki, so, via transitive property…”

He should be afraid, he should be seizing up, but instead he just says, “Yeah, I…I like her a lot.” He swallows. “But she’s into my friend so…”

“That’s rough, buddy.” Suzu pats his back. “For what it’s worth, I think you two would make really cute babies together.”

Obi laughs into the sand before rolling up to his knees. “Okay, I think you need another water, man.”

#anonymous #the wide florida bay #The Wide Florida Bay #100 days of obiyuki (and more)#my fic #ans #modern au #writing drunk obi and suzu was so much fun #i probably could have done like 5k more of this but i had to stop myself #i gotta write other stuff too #this takes place during their first visit to lyrias #over spring break the first year they meet #the next year they 'study abroad' there #but this is pretty much the first time obi and suzu have hung out #though he's currently living with the rest of the lyrias crew in a suite situation #they haven't really talked

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