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A/N: Just had an idea for a fic I will very probably never write in a fully flashed out way because I have a million wips and no attention span and no deisre to have more wips but don't want to fully let this idea go to waste so here it goes in very shortened form and probably very messy and rough.
Eddie x afab!reader || imagine them in their early/mid 30s
cw: mental health themes, reader has a broken leg, angsty shit, fluff, happy end
You moved cities to have a fresh start after a rough time came to an even rougher but long overdue end. You know nobody here, a clean slate to draw new blueprints on.
Two weeks in and despite your grumpy hermit ways, you are friendly with some of your neighbours already. They are nice, helpful people which is a win you take like it was a million bucks.
Three weeks in, you fall down a flight of stairs, break your leg and bump your head. Brilliant.
Back from the ER you sink into your bed, looking at still unpacked boxes and biting back bitter tears of frustration when your phone beeps. You eye it suspiciously, anxious your past might be knocking already, bloodhounds of days past sniffing your weakend state and their chance to inflict a little more pain.
You figure you're overracting, turn on the sceen and find a message from an unknown number.
[Hey Rick. Sorry to drop this on you on such short notice, but I won't make it to your get-home-from-prison party tonight. I can swing by next week with a six-pack or something. You have a good time, yeah? I'll explain when we see each other.]
[Hey there. I'm afraid you got the wrong number. I don't know any Ricks. But gratulations to him from me for getting out of prison, when you get a chance. Unless he's a serial killer or something comparable. Then I want you to run.]
[Well, shit. Sorry.]
And then after a few seconds:
[I get back to you in case I need a place to hide.]
And somehow this sparks a conversation that lasts for hours. His name is Eddie, you learn after some minutes of back and forth which are unsuspectedly remarkably funny. But he's surprisingly also really concerned about your leg and your mild concussion and the fact that you mentioned you will give yourself one day of rest and then try to catch up on and get as much stuff done as you can with your cast and crutches. Luckily you can work from home, you say. Eddie isn't sure how he feels about that.
He makes you swear you take it easy. He asks if there are people that can take care of you and you lie to that concerned stranger who is the first person to make you laugh out loud in a too long time. You tell him your friends are taking turns to look after you. Why lie to a stranger? It's complicated...
He keeps checking in, keeps chatting with you about all kinds of things all day long no matter what he has to do: Work, band practice, DnD, being out with friends or his uncle, Eddie keeps lighting up your phone all day long. The later the day, the deeper your conversations and you soon get the feeling that Eddie isn't all just fun and jokes but when you actually try to poke softly, he evades you.
[When you feel better and still are interested in my bullshit, I'll share. Promise.]
Okay, fine. Why would he want to trust you with his private struggles? He's just a stranger, with friends and an support system, who probably will lose interest to invest his time into you sooner than he himself is expecting. Which is fine... really... would be fine if he wasn't really funny... and interesting with a hundred interests and hobbies... and so weird and oddly caring... and living on the other side of the country.
But four days in and you wake up with a text from him, asking you if you finally could sleep a little better than the days before.
And then at 3am and endless hours of exchanging messages filled with thoughs and musings and dreams, he offers to send you a copy of a book he is sure you would enjoy. That he really needs... you to read for important reasons. One of them is to remedy the boredom inflicted by bedrest in those hours Eddie is busy and can't entertain you.
You give him your address almost without second thought, despite your mind telling you to maybe think about it first...
You had avoided anything outside of texts - no pictures, no calls - and he hadn't pressed the matter by himself. Which was a relief because you're not sure if you could witstand the temptation if he were to offer.
Getting more pieces of him... It just felt too dangerous. But a book was just a book, right?
You rely on your 72 year old neighbour for food and other errands and chores around your place. Mrs P is such a sweet old lady eager to help as much as she can, bending over backwards for you. So you naturally try to bother her only when it's really dire.
Seven days in and you see the postman stuff a small parcel into your mailbox. You hurry to snatch your crutches, not even thinking about what you are doing and you limp down the six stories to your mailbox way too fast. Your head is not happy and neither is your leg and it takes you and your ego ages and all your strength to get back up to your apartment.
You fall into your bed, exhausted, sweaty and in pain and crying in frustration and you fall asleep on the package from Eddie before you can even think of opening it.
Your phone rings and wakes you up when it's already pitch black outside. You've slept most of the day away.
Answering the phone on autopilot, still half asleep you don't check the name on the screen.
"Yeah?" you drawl.
"Jesus fucking Christ you're alive."
"What--? I--"
"I haven't heard from you in hours and your messages sounded so antsy and sad all day and I had a bad feeling somehow. Are you ok? Did I wake you?"
"Eddie?"
"Yeah, sweetheart. Hi, that's my voice. Anxious edition."
You're overwhelmed. Finding no words while his words dig deep trenches of longing into your brain which are hard to get out of...
"You still there?"
"Uh-hn, yeah..."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. I just woke up, like you said. That's my voice. Sleepy edition."
And then he laughs. Oh god, what a sweet sweet sound.
"Hmm, sorry I just was really worried here..."
You tell Eddie there is nothing to worry about but that he's very sweet and he asks you if you have a little time to chat, tells you he likes your voice, likes it a lot and of course you have time but something weighs on you and the flutter of bats in your stomach.
You can't say if it's the aftershock of your staircase ordeal or the fact that your wonderful stranger keeps getting more and more real and more and more precious or a mixture of both. Suddenly there is silence on the other end of the line.
"Eddie? You still there?"
"Something's off."
You shuffle and feel the parcel poke into your ribs. You dig it out from under you, face heating up from two sources - the gift and his tone - and you start to fumble the parcel open.
"I'm sorry--"
"Don't be. I just want to help. Let me help."
You finally fully unwrap the book. It's a well loved worn paperback copy. You run your fingertips over every wrinkles and cracks in the cover. Your voice sounds dazed to your own ears when you speak.
"I got your book..."
"Oh. Okay, yeah, great. And?"
You notice the excitement in his voice, notice that it matches your heartbeat when you open the book and find it full of notes. On some pages the margines are completly filled with Eddie's toughts.
"I just unwrapped it, like, ten seconds ago."
"Oh."
"I didn't realize you would send me... such a personal thing... looks like a diary..."
"Kinda is. Too weird?"
You stare at his handwriting which is somewhat of an elegant scratch and all those little sketches and something inside you gives way.
"I'm not okay..."
"I know. Tell me?"
You tell him that you lied, that there were no friends despite your eldery neighbor looking after you and you tell him about your little ordeal this afternon and about feeling tired and lonely and scared and starved for joy and he listens through it all.
Now it will be too much, you think but then you look at the book in your lap and keep talking. When you're done, there is silence on the other end.
"You still there."
"Processing."
"Mad?"
"Nope."
"Too much?"
"For me?" He chuckles. It's bitter and wonderful. "Sweetheart, it's not me who's dealing with all that shit right now. If you can handle living it, I can handle listening to it..."
"I hear you swallowing a but."
"But I know what you're talking about..."
You talk a little longer and despite him saying everything is alright, something is different. He seems distant, distracted, not fully with you. You keep leafing through that book, gently tracing the lines that are proof of his existance, marks he left in the world, preparing for him to ask you to send it back as soon as you can. You prepare for him to realize this was a mistake. A charity case gone wrong.
Eventually you get tired and a headache and he tells you to go rest, voice soft and deep and you're preparing for this to be the last time you'll hear it.
"Sleep well, yeah?"
No more sweetheart.
"I will. You too."
"See you tomorrow."
"Bye."
You have a restless night and wake up to a message from him.
[Good Morning. How did you sleep?]
You smile, feeling stupid, like you overreacted and you exchange some messages but they are short and flat and there is still no sweetheart. Around noon, your phone has gone silent. Inside your chest, the echoes of disapointment are deafening.
You bury yourself in his book, and it feels like you're having a conversation with him through his notes for they are like direct replies to your own thoughts about the story unfolding. You can't put it down, probably look up from it for the first time in hours late in the evening when you're full on crying, holding the book away from you to not get tears or snot on it.
And then there is a knock at your door. Three sharp raps. Quick.
And you think it must be Mrs P with your groceries, you feel guilty that she has to carry all the stuff upstairs while her knee is bothering her. You make your way out of bed, get your crutch and slowly move towards the door.
"Coming!"
You realize you still have the book in your hand and you wedge it under your arm to open your door and--
"Hi."
Your heart is racing as your mind tries to keep up with what is happening. You consider pinching yourself, consider reaching out to touch him, see if he's made of flesh and blood or delirium, feel the dip of a frown-made crease betwen his brows under your fingertips, the fine stubble on his cheeks under the slide of your thumb.
"That's my face. Worried edition... why are you crying?"
You lean against the crutch, wipe at your cheeks with one hand, dry your fingers on your shirt and pluck the book from under your arm, holding it up wordlessly. Eddie's face lights up in a big, wide, gorgeous smile. Now there are dimples you want to explore. Suddenly the floor is moving.
"Easy, easy." Warm hands steady you. You hear the door fall close behind you and then it finally dawns on you.
The dreamy guy from inside your phone is inside your flat.
He's holding you steady by your shoulders on outstreched arms, searching your face with big, incredibly dark eyes.
God he's fucking beautiful.
"You gonna faint, beautiful?"
You shake your head. That's all you can do.
"I'm going to use your very understandable shock to ramble for a moment, okay? Okay. The obvious first. What the fuck am I doing here without invitation? Offering you my help. I rearranged all my shit and I can stay for two weeks, if you like. I have a hotel room booked and ready if you don't want me to stay the nights. Next: Why didn't I ask on the phone first? Because I kinda feared you would just say no and be all tough and stupid about needing help. I am way more charming in person and I was counting on me actually being here, a real guy, showing you that I mean it, would make it easier to convince you... Am I pushy? Yeah. I guess I am. But... if you really want me to piss off again, I will piss off. We pretend that I was just getting back my book because you're not fit to get to the post office right now and I'll never bother you again... but I could stay and make you dinner while you tell me which part of the book made you cry, decide over my fate when you're fed and calmed down? I left a whole load of food with your neighbor downstairs. Nice lady. Thinks you're a stubborn thing, by the way."
You swallow around something enourmous and try your vocal cords on something simple.
"Hi."
He tilts his head, smiles softly.
"Hey sweetheart."
You inhale deeply. Your exhale either carries bravery or invites doom but suddenly you're really, really hungry...
"You're really here."
"Yeah, shit, I know... to be honest, my knees are really wobbly right now?"
"You're crazy."
"Hmm, totally... bad case... started about a week ago..."
And there you see it. He's nervous too. That finally makes him real.
"So," you say, reaching out to cup his cheek, your touch coaxing out those dimples again. "What's for dinner then?"
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I FINALLY GOT THESE DONE HERE WE GO:
ACTOR AU SAGE!!!
Fun fact! Actor AU is currently the only WH AU to have a version of Sage instead of Rosemary! :D
Her intro stuff is really long, so I'll put it under the cut (AAAA IM SO EXCITED TO SHARE HER)!!
So, for the Actor AU, Sage actually isn't an actor at all! She's a singer and songwriter who has pretty recently (like, within the past year or two before meeting the WH cast, maybe?) become very popular. Sage's personality and music draw a lot of inspiration from AURORA and MALINDA -- songs that tend to have a lot of deeper meaning behind them. She's eccentric and honestly a bit weird, but she's most known for being open and honest about herself and her music, and for being very caring and sweet. She's able to immediately connect to people and help them see different points of view, which is part of why she's gotten so popular with both puppet and human audiences.
Wally, of course, doesn't really trust it, considering how he thinks and what he believes. He assumes she's probably just another attention-hungry diva, thinking they're the shit, using the whole "lets all be best buds!" schtick to sell out. So he doesn't really pay attention to her or what she does too much, besides taking note of her rising popularity.
That is, of course, until he meets her.
Due to Sage's rising popularity, the show executives decide to have her come on the show as a sort of guest star. Wally doesn't really like this, but they're able to negotiate him to at least try it out for an episode and they'll decide what to do after that.
Wally reluctantly agrees, but he's not too optimistic about it. He's really just expecting another one of those "rising star" types, y'know? (Which, fair enough, when you consider what all he's probably had to deal with in his time, plus the fact that all he's probably ever seen or heard of her is in interviews, and he puts on an act well enough for his, so.)
I have a whole actual comic planned detailing this that I'll hopefully finish and get out soon (sitting and writing comics is hard when you have near-zero focus QwQ) but essentially he's outside, before filming for the first day of this, just to get air before having to go back in and start directing things and getting ready and she approaches him and just starts talking with him. And he has no idea who the fuck this is??? (Honest to god, he'll never admit it now but he thought she was an intern or something at first XD) But slowly he goes from just answering her shortly to actually participating in the conversation?? And not just a "how's the weather" sort of thing, but like. Actual deep conversation, about what he's doing out there and talking through a little bit of the stress and stuff. And eventually he kinda like, comes to and realizes he's been talking way too much about way too deep stuff and he's like "hold up who tf are you again?" Which is about the same time her manager (who has been named Savannah and she's also a sweetheart) comes out looking for her and before Sage heads in she fully introduces herself to him, and he's just. Stunned. Absolutely blown away.
Here he was, expecting some diva he'd have to give the shake down to, but instead he's met with just. A girl. An honest, strange, caring girl.
This continues throughout that week of filming, Sage subverting every expectation Wally previously had of her. The whole time he's just more and more startled by Sage and who she is. Her whole team is super sweet and she obviously has very deep trust in them, and jokes with them like friends. She treats his staff with utmost respect (which, admittedly, makes him act on his best behavior every time she's around. He doesn't wanna look bad in comparison XD). She seems to genuinely enjoy her time there and what she's doing.
Even more than that, Sage honestly has a very poor filter, so she talks a lot about everything lol, but it can be good! Because this is how Wally learns about her drive to create and how much she genuinely wants to bring people together. He finds out that really, the two of them have very similar visions, just for different audiences.
Later, he and the executives and director and stuff are all discussing if they wanna keep doing stuff with her and her team and he's just immediately like "Yes. Absolutely. She has a similar vision to me. We either keep doing stuff with her or I'm personally helping fund her, capiche?" and they're all like "👀Got it" XD
And then, of course, there's her music. Which, after that first day of filming, he searches up as much of as he can and listens to it. And is again absolutely blown away lmao (there's another little comic idea I have for this too hehehe but its much shorter than the other one)
And thus begins Wally's journey of self-improvement, led by Sage's example /j XDDDD
ANYWAY HRGHRGHRGHRHGR THATS ALL THE EXPOSITION IMMA GIVE HERE CAUSE THATS A LOT AND THERE'S STILL A TON MORE STORY IN MY BRAIN BUT AUUUGGGHHH I'M SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS AU
(also Frills, I have no idea what spell you've put on me with this thing but I have never made such cinematic art before O-O don't stop XD)
As always, Welcome Home belongs to Clown (partycoffin) and Actor/Diva Wally and the Actor AU belong to the wonderful @frillsand!! 💖💖💖
#CACKLES MANIACALLY#I CANT TELL YOU GUYS HOW LONG IVE WANTED TO MAKE THIS POST#HEHEHEHEE ITS TIME FOR THE SILLIES#AND CRYING CAUSE IM GONNA MAKE PEOPLE CRY FROM FEELS#actor wally. actor wally is people XD#*points at actor* i want that twink questioning the goodness left in the world >:)#legit though i really love the story ideas ive been having for this au#theres some deep stuff in this one bois#>:3#anon rambles#anon's art#anon's ocs#welcome home#welcome home puppet show#welcome home wally#welcome home au#wally darling#welcome home fanart#wally darling au#actor wally darling#actor wally au#actor wally#diva wally#actor au sage#actor sage#singer sage#sage clearsky#welcome home sage#frillsand#anon rambles in the tags
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I want to talk more fluff about your Break a Leg!Boys (I’m having a bad time medically and I need more positive energy before I send myself spiraling). Late night movies become an eventual habit, not only for the boys to take notes on improving their skills. There’s something magical about watching Sun and Moon experience things outside of Fazbear’s control. Of course, they can only live vicariously through the scenes, but there’s times when you can genuinely see something that wasn’t just fabricated through lines of code. Watching them plaster themselves to the screen, vibrating with pure excitement as daring battles of good and evil play out. The way Sun’s frame tenses as the hero struggles compared to Moon’s growing intrigue. Movies with less clear villains don’t entirely go over their heads though sometimes they need clarification. Some may love the questions and some may not. As they grow closer to Y/N, they may request to watch a more of their favorite films rather then the original course of kid movies. Which of course leads them to more adult musicals, you can’t tell me there wasn’t a week that Y/N didn’t regret letting Moon watch Phantom of the Opera.
Hi Anon!!! Oh man, I'm sorry you're going through it -- sending you all the good vibes and sending you soup (and hugs if you like them!) mentally! 🍲💖💖💖💖💖
(also ough your asks keep making me draw stuff so I hold onto them but also I'm juggling a lot of things rn so I don't end up having the time to draw aa --i'll just answer them now, and then come back to them if I have art to add from now on haha)
But yes!!! Yes absolutely!! Y/N is pretty much given carte blanche to rehabilitate the boys. They might play it safe with management/the boys' morals and go for kids' movies at first, but Y/N definitely starts to sneak in their favorites pretty soon!
I think Sun would end up liking things like Princess Bride a lot! > : ) Yeees Phantom of the Opera for Moon!! I think both would be happy as long as the battle of good and evil is grandiose -- they do love dramatics, and when the action leaves you on the edge of your seat! gfjkld
Sun likes a good heroic monologue, and happily ever afters --though he's the one that ends up liking when things are more morally grey and make you think deeply long after the movie's over.
Moon is very happy that Villain Songs tend to slap so hard dfdjklg He's aware that villains don't usually win unless it's horror, and he doesn't mind that -- he just wants to have fun. So he likes flashy villains ehehe.
I think Sun would end up going for complex or powerful, well-told stories, and Moon would end up very interested in like. The visual aspect? (Megamind voice: Presentation!!) since he also takes care of the light rig and stuff like that, he'd incorporate strong color changes and be interested in things like how people's placement on stage, color, and lighting give the scene a different vibe.
Despite the gremlin tendencies he never moves away from, he's pretty meticulous and particular, and instead of Fazbear's 'more is more' approach to special effects and flashy additions, he'd learn to do subtle and unsettling changes well, as well as flashy but not too much. Now I'm picturing them using a system with cast shadows/'shadow puppets' to have an epic sword fight despite only being one body
The moment Y/N starts to see signs of how much they get into the movies -signs of the boys' actual, long-buried personalities - they get super invested. They make it their personal mission to show them as much as they can, and the duo/trio (since. Sun and Moon aren't separate. can you IMAGINE in this AU--) often end up more interested in the other one's reaction more than the movie (like say in your example where Sun is tense and practically glued to the screen, Y/N is probably staring at him way more than the movie, just as invested in his reaction as Sun is in the story.)
Y/N ends up looking so closely that they start to see more of their personality and preferences - probably even before the boys realize it about themselves (or, well, before they have the time to analyze and acknowledge it themselves) so they take notes and show them more movies they think will fit their tastes
On that note, Y/N totally ends up 1)Getting a library card to rent DVDs/An external drive to.... *find* movies/filmed performances pretty early on, and 2)having secret slumber parties with the boys ALL the time
I think Y/N should end up being handler and stage director, with a good helping of working on props and costume (or at least working with them on costume designs/helping with quick fixes) and they probably help the boys cobble together homemade fan merch/costumes when they ask ehehe or as a surprise! (They do and don't regret making them a very swishy cape during Moon's Phantom phase)
Thanks so much for the asks!!!! They make my day, every time!! I hope you feel better!!!
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I’m mostly unaware of your OC’s, so I’d love to meet them!
You will regret this.
(Okay disclaimer I just finished writing all this after several hours and I do not want to go back and revise/edit stuff for a tumblr ask but uhhhh..... If you wanna know more, ask more stuff, look through my art, etc...
I kind of went crazier as I went on, with each section getting longer than the last so. A. In particular, Violets in the Sunflower Patch is a setting I haven't touched in YEARS but wanna get back into, so the lore is a bit shaky and subject to change gjksdfngjdf. )
Okay here's my fucked up ramblings
So it's probably best to start with the OC that started it all.
THE WORLD ORPHAN
As much as I'd love to go into excruciating detail about every single world-building event that led to this moment, I'll try to keep things simple gkjfdnghjfd.
The Skeinkrofts are a species similar to crabs, bees, etc... They, like many other mortal species, did not naturally evolve- instead, they were crafted by a god. Though this god's name is indecipherable to all mortal tongues, the closest approximation is "The One With a Fish's Face." It's true meaning is lost, but all depictions make damn sure that that thing has a fish's face.
They call the far northern reaches Zenia their homeland- a large continent, spanning from pole to pole, home to a wide diversity of different species- though only a few mortal. These cold, frigid reaches are where the Fished Face God calls home, and where they set about creaturing the creature of their dreams. No one knows why they chose the form they did- perhaps some strange hate-love relationship with the isopod that used to live in their mouth- but they made the Skeinkrofters to be a vicious and parasitic predator. One of the older races, the other gods would eventually make their own mortals, and soon after that the destructive battlefield of divine combat would be passed down to mortals, who were far less destructive in their power-scaling.
However, as the centuries passed and gods fell from their thrones, so too did the Skeinkrofter's time approach. Pushed by a want for power, the high-priestesses of their ilk- who Humanity came to call Red Witches, due to their red coloration and trickery- pushed farther and farther southwards into the divided Human kingdoms. In a tale as old as time, the divided armies of Humanity united to turn the tide and push the Skienkrofters back. What is less romanticized in the history books is how far they pushed- going through their territory with genocidal intent.
The only thing to stop them from pushing them to extinction was a want for even more power.
Skeinkrofters are incredibly gifted magic users. Handcrafted as wellsprings of necromantic blood-magic, the Skeinkrofters were terrifying weapons- and with the right conditioning, potentially controlled.
We finally reach Igori- the apprentice. Without knowledge of who her parents were, she raised secluded in the woods under a strict tutelage of magical study. She excelled everywhere they pushed her and listened very well to her instructors, but still- she couldn't help but feel some semblance of despise. Like she was an outlier they didn't quite like having around. The way they stare at her red hair like it's toxic to be near. The way they flinch every time she tries to cast a fireball- destructive magic is forbidden, of course. The way they never let her near any dead animals at all- not even the bones in their meat. It all feels off. Maybe this is just normal for apprentices like her.
Most recent art of Igori, taken from the Inktober drawing.
(Igori was my first character :D
I've made stuff before like, as a really really young kid- but this one has stuck around the longest by far. She originally started with an idea of "what if a Lich's apprentice was still mortal, and was trying to find a way to become a Lich as well?" That idea eventually grew and shifted. She was originally a guy, but- that changed really quickly. Even before I knew I was trans, it was just a little uninteresting to me...
In fact, she's kind of the reason I started transition gkjdfnhgkfj. I was in highschool and couldn't reason like. Why, for some reason, I couldn't imagine what my future self would look like... unless I imagined them looking exactly like her gdfkjnhjfgdh. My actual egg-cracking moment came later when I first asked myself "maybe I could be a girl but only a little bit." gkjdfnhjfd.
She was my only OC for a while, until I decided I had piled way too many ideas onto just her and split her into a separate OC that was a Vampire. I wouldn't do much with her for a while outside of a concept. But what came next was years later-)
VIOLETS IN THE SUNFLOWER PATCH
Troll is a planet isolated in its own cloud of dust and debris. For a long time, the planet was host to the many different species- Elves, Timbers, Atlantians, etc... After many centuries of development, the planet reached a state of industrial revoltion. It's unique ecology- an intense equator that was near-impossible to navigate, a large central large at each pole that divided the world into two large halves, and an intense separation between the different cultures- led to a world deeply divided. This would finally lead to conflict between the central culture of each half of the world as they finally made contact. Long-standing rivalries would be formed and a constant escalation would overtake the land.
This all culminated into the space-race. A seemingly unremarkable event- people had been flying vehicles for a long time on Troll. It's low-gravity made escape velocity much easier to perform than on Earth, and would lead to a swift moon-landing, especially after learning that the moon was also habitable.
This would be rather innocuous to either empire- just more territory to conquer. Until they found the weapon caches.
Ancient weapons of untold power- locked beneath crumbling tombs, easily plundered after barrages of cannon-fire. The sudden influx of understanding led to an artificially goaded golden age. Peasants went from farming arid dirt to making e-mail accounts in just a day- and then experiencing armageddon before the end of their lifetime.
Feudal lords with the power to break cities under their fingers were unable to keep each other in check long enough as old rivalries re-sparked and new suspicion formed. A cold-war lasted just about a decade before the codes to end the world were punched-in and everyone flipped their death-switches.
As the world lit up, civilization died again. In the years after the fallout, governments grew more strict- technology was now a luxury, held only by government, the serfs even more dependent on their lords as a result. From the stars, a strange voice started humming- any radio in the world could now tune in to GODSTAR, who's randomly generated sentences held prophecies and fortunes within their many-folded scriptures. With the earth cracking, the layers of dirt crumpled away and lifted, revealing the artificial structure of the planet beneath- expanding outwards like Troll itself needed a breath after that brush with death- and from the fold, the monsters of prophetic times rushed forth and began to slaughter all. Only the technology that the lords now held for themselves could fight back, and they used the new opportunity to simply drive their mechanical-fist harder into the serf's back.
A century after the world ended, the disgraced Black Table- a brotherhood known for it's supposed acceptance and love- takes in the first ever female knights officially oathed under the Chivalric Codexes.
Most recent art of Aster (Not actually a catgirl. This was for an Inktober prompt), Sydney (On the right, shown in her Stealth Power Armor), and Devoney (FUCK I HAVEN'T DRAWN DEVONEY IN LITERAL YEARS AAAAA)
Growing up in a small village under the protection of the Black Table's knights, the three girls spent their whole lives believing the good table was protecting them with their lives. They each aspired to be knights, and would eventually be accepted in a landslide move- though, internally it was much more desperate. The Black Table needed soldiers, and anyone willing was to be chosen, and that required a sidestepping of ancient codes. A pretense of breaking the mold was a good way to sidestep any repercussions too.
Three characters this time so I get to explain each gjkdfnhkjfdgh.
Aster is an Elf! Or, in this universe, Elves are a race that lives directly over the North Pole. Once a forested land, after the nuclear winter it resembles an arctic ice-scape much more and the area around the pole had to be evacuated en-masse. Her parents were refugees that had to migrate southward into the Timberlands- essentially "baseline" humans. Fun-fact, elves can change their gender at will like clownfish. Aster was my first explicitly trans OC (during a time when I was still struggling to come out gdkfjnhkjfdg). She loses her arm and both legs pretty early on during a training accident.
Devoney is a baseline human. The daughter of a minor noble's technician, she was one of the few in the village with access to things like a working VCR and mecha anime on VHS. She grew up on great heroes depicted on the screen and aspired to be one herself. It was partly due to the pulling of a few strings that she managed to carve a little spot out for herself and her childhood friends. She would be one of the earliest to succumb to the oppressive traditions of the knights- initially optimistic in her original world-view, she quickly loses herself to a false sense of good and works to enforce chivalry.
Sydney is the final member of the trio. A delinquent child, she was abandoned pretty early on because her parents couldn't afford to keep her around. Of the three, she was the least well-off and the one with the most grievances against the current system. The Black Table was hesistant to accept her, but Dev managed to help her build up the reputation. She would constantly be scorned in the position and looked with tighter scrutiny. Ever since the beginning she questioned the true purpose of the knights, and her intentions would swiftly change from trying to change the system from within to trying to dismantle it entirely.
Sydney and Dev were originally friends. When Aster arrived, she was quickly picked out- but Dev would step in, ever the hero, to try and save her. This led to an initial divide between Syd and Aster- the former of which was concerned that Dev would abandon her if Aster got in the way. This tense relationship would only break after they were oathed in and Dev slowly started to fade out of the picture, leaving them alone together.
(Troll is a fantasy world that was brought down by old superstitions and traditions, basically. The three are gonna tear down the system one plank at a time if they have to. Dev will eventually be less of a cop and join them dw gkjfdnghkjfd
I wrote a lot for this and I might go back and write more for Igori, but. I'm like. An hour into writing dfkjgndfjhfdn
Violets originally started as a Lancer game I could play with myself. Basically, at the peak of my anxiety, I couldn't stand to be in VC with other people at all, let alone GM a tabletop campaign. I wanted to play Lancer so badly though, so I compromised and made my own campaign all for myself. Like playing with dolls, I made sprites and shit and it was really fun gkjdfsgnkdfj. Idk. Might revisit it some day...)
(okay its time to get back to the vampires-)
THE LAVENDER COURT
Varghan is a land not too far from Zenia. Long ago, the gods known only as Himself, Herself, and Themself stole away bundles of mortals from other gods in a desperate bid to appease the god's masters. However, these mortals would eventually rise up and kill the three tyrant gods and their creations with their own hands. Them fled long before the gates crashed open, Her was forced to retreat under the chaos as all their children were killed, and Him was killed by rivals who bid for his throne. On His dying breath, he cursed every mortal with a need to kill; more than a mere desire- a living, breathing, need for the blood of their kin.
Vampirism was a quiet disease, but it spread under the seams of the kingdoms of Varghan.
The kingdoms of man fell and fell again- by their own hands or invading forces- and finally, after centuries in wait, vampires went from urban legend to real kings and queens taking kingdoms in the night. Blessed with immortal life- so that the strongest may kill and kill again, fulfilling the grand tyrant prophecy told in Himself's last words- the eldest of the bloodline rose to positions of absolute power and took the wartorn Varghan into their own hands.
Lavender was a survivor of the old world- having lived through the final days of blundering Kings of Man, and the subsequent rampage of the Seven-Day War and Five-Day Occupation- her isolated village in the Silver Peaks would be taken by an emergent horde of vampires.
Taken as the bride-to-be to the Lord Skrul, she was accidentally turned into a vampire while one of the lord's court was "making his mark on her." Feral and spoiled, Skrul ordered her killed- but she managed to escape with her life by chance.
She'd spend another twenty years mastering her vampirism at Wighthold under a Lord Dimitry, where she would eventually rise to be one of his top lieutenants. After many years of conquest, a small part of her nagged still- a humanitarian soul who did not accept this direction. Her actions were flawed- guided by a primal need to overpower- and she suppressed that need as she faked her death and wandered into hiding.
For centuries, Lavender hid. She could not bring herself to a final death, unable to stop the need to eat when food was available. Still, she starved herself as best she could.
And then, one day, she found a body in the bog.
Most recent art of Black (on the left, shown as already a Vampire)
The woman was nearly dead, her heartbeat faint and her soul gripping by a thread. Lavender hungered, and yet not enough to give in to instinct. She was content to let the woman fall to her fate, or at least put her out of her misery, but she reached forward and did something else- damning her to the same curse as her.
She was appalled and angry at first, begging how the gods could condemn her to such a fate. And yet, within days, she got it. She understood it all too well- the feeding, the strength, the power. It didn't take long for her to shed her old name and take on a new identity- Black.
She was chased from her village for illegal witchcraft- a crime she had never committed. The offenses kept piling on as bitter resentment grew, and eventually she was chased out of the village- lest she be burned on the stake. On the chase, she had tripped, and the villagers chose to leave her to her fate- and Lavender soon arrived. Black's first kill was against the villagers that scorned her so. Compared to Lavender, who still starved herself and spent her days locked in her hut, Black was taking the role like she was born in the pale skin.
After a year together, their bond strengthened. Black had every opportunity to go off on her own, but she stayed with Lavender- though neither hardly knew why. It was only natural that when Black didn't return one night, Lavender would go out to find her. A far elder vampire, she was able to quickly assess that she was held in the last remnants of the Sun church.
The resulting slaughter, her first in many centuries, led to her garnering the attention of a vampire hunter- one that would manage to catch the emaciated beast after its destructive rampage. She was tortured for three days and three nights- more than just starved, the hunter lured the vampirism through her body, trying to rip it clean out. Younger vampires could be cured if the growing void in their soul was eviscerated quick enough, but one centuries old had never been cured. Lavender begged the old man to do it- to either take it all out or kill her on that rack, and the sadistic glee the paladins took in exorcising her drove her mad. With each tug of the iron and each hammer beat her blackened blood dripped and solidified- a bit of that grown monster materializing and dying. So vast was the corruption inside her that it grew and grew, becoming more and more monstrous and deformed beneath her waist where the blood pooled.
Most recent art of Lavender
As time went on, the hunter revealed more of more of his true intentions. The church had long since given up on "curing" vampires. He desired nothing more than to see her suffer as each nail was driven in, her body nothing more than a tally to see how much they could destroy and violate her body before it was entirely broken and she could only beg to be killed.
When Black finally managed to break down the walls of the fort, she already found that Lavender had broken free. Eleven hearts decorated her dripping body, one of which was still pooling fresh in her mouth. Ten dead paladins and a dead hunter, eviscerated after she finally broke free from her restraints- she could have done it long before, but she had held on for some hope of freedom from herself. Without it, she could not stop feasting.
Afterwards, she longed for death. She begged Black to put her down, but they refused. If this world was so cruel, was it not cruel to run?
If you wore the clothes of a god, would you not change the world?
Petty kings and little tyrants dotted the world over. With a body that craves destruction, you should not turn it inwards. Destroy the world around you, and pray the next is better.
And so, Lavender stood once more, and turned her attention outwards.
(And then they kissed :3 gkdjfgnbkjfnhjgf
This was the second idea I had for Igori! She would go on to conquest the world to kill every king she could find, but- alas, other plans. Other plans.
You may notice some design similarities between Lavender + Black and Aster + Sydney. They originally started as a vampire au of Aster and Sydney, but as the stories diverged more and more, I decided to roll Lavender up with my other vampire oc and merge the two. Since that merger several years ago, they've become their own separate thing. I hope their designs reflect that and aren't just copy+pastes anymore gdjfgnkjdfh)
They're gay
CURRENT TTRPG CHARACTERS
These ones I can't go into as much detail, since their stories are still being written and there's things about their backstory I don't wanna be fully transparent with yet.
Q Barghest (and Maskgirl)
A good introduction to Q would be this comic: https://www.tumblr.com/c--iiii6w6/711693697513865216/recipes-for-strawberry-jam-only-color-she-loves
Q is a Fixer in the ProjectMoon universe who is currently working in the Iris Office. She witnessed The Horrors at a young age and was shaped by it pretty intensely.
Her family was abusive and she seemed destined for a life locked away in her room until she was old enough to leave- until they were all slaughtered by a rampaging abnormality. Sparring her life, she had found a strange fondness with the very monsters that threatened all life in the City. Since then, she's grown more and more unattached from other humans, likening herself more to a presence than a person.
Some of the most recent art of Q. Maskgirl on the right.
Maskgirl was Q's only childhood friend. Calculating and cold, she could tell a person's secrets just from studying their face long enough. Q, who wore her fears and inhibitions on her face, quickly caught Maskgirl's eye as someone who couldn't help but tell the truth. The two quickly bonded, and although they're more separate now, they still remain in contact
Morg Nolastname
Another Fixer, Morg Nolastname works for Indulgence Office in collaboration with Leucotome Workshop.
Unlike Q, Morg is very private and keeps to herself. She seems aloof, only living in the present. Each day is her life- she dies at sunset, is reborn at sunrise, and her home is wherever she sleeps that night. Blinded at a young age, she sees using a spray-hose like a cane. She is a prolific sadist, finding great pleasure in the art of murder. She keeps a collection of tapes of nearly every one of her kills over the years. Those who try to pry into her past usually find themselves on tape at some point.
Some of the most recent art of Morg.
Those are all my main OC's! Of course, I have other people but- they honestly aren't as near and dear to my heart as these dummies. Or at least they aren't comin' to mind aack. I have a lot of small-time OC's that if I took the time to describe I'd be explaining every story idea I've had over the past decade dskjgnbfdkjgbndfhj
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I'm here
Quick Authors note: This is the second chapter of my story I'm here.
I'm a lot more active on wattpad so if you want check my wattpad out.
Also English is not my first language if you find mistakes please let me know and I'll try to correct them as soon as possible.
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Chapter 2
By now one and a half months had gone by and I would spend about seven more weeks here on set.
Up until now the rest of the cast and I got along pretty great, we usually ate dinner together and every now and then we'd have a movie night or afternoon.
I usually had to do my school stuff in the afternoon, which usually led to someone coming in and bothering me, cause they wanted to do something with me, till Scarlett figured out what happened and threw them out of my trailor. Usually she said that she wouldn't let someone ruin my education because of boredom. Most of the time the blonde would sit down with me and make sure I really worked and got everything.
I hadn't seen my dad once in all the time I had been here, of course not why would he come over to see me, when he shouldn't even care about me.
Scarlett had asked me a few times why we never visited each other or called, but I always gave her vague answers.
Because in all honesty, how could I explain to her that my dad didn't want to see the murderer of his wife.
"Charlie?" I flinched. Nobody called Mr Charlie, with the simple reason that my dad's name was Charlie. Scarlett and ChrisE were walking towards me. They were in everyday clothes and had removed the makeup they had on before. They were probably finished with filming for the day.
"Hey." I gave them both a warm smile, which they returned.
"We wanted to go to a Cafe. Wanna come?" ChrisE asked, his was beaming, like he had just given me the option to fulfill my biggest dreams. Scarlett smiled as well but compared to the man she came closer and pulled me into her arms.
That was another thing. Ever since the beginning Scarlett and Lizzi had been the two people I had talked to the most and both of them had the habit to hug me. At random times and places. Between takes, to greet me or when we were talking, I was just suddenly pulled into the arms of one of the women who put their head on my shoulder.
Even though I didn't mind it, I was feeling a little embarrassed by it. In the end they didn't know I was a killer. That I had killed my own mother. They shouldn't be so nice to me. I didn't deserve it. I deserved the hatred and anger of my dad. I deserved the sleepless nights my bad conscience gave to me. I deserved the dark marks all over my body.
"Charlie? What are you thinking?" Scarlett's Voice brought my out of my thoughts. Her hand was drawing small circles on my arm, while she had pulled me closer to her chest.
"Nothing important. Could you please not call me not Charlie? My dad's named Charlie."
The grownups nodded, Scarlett's hand was still drawing patterns on my arm.
"Alright. Are you coming with us to the Cafe, Lottie?"
ChrisE asked again and I smiled. I had never been called Lottie in my whole life. I had always just been Charlotte.
"Yeah. I'd like that. Just let me get my money." He shook his head.
"My treat." He winked at us as he started to wall to his car.
Scarlett laughed and let go of me, just to take my hand and pull me with her.
We got into ChrisE's Car and he started driving. Scarlett was sitting next to me and continued to draw patterns. I looked down at her hand currently busy drawing a heart shape on my hand, before looking up at her but she just smiled at me.
ChrisE had turned on the radio and 'Everything has changed' by Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran was playing. One of my personal favorites and I started humming along.
"You like that song?" ChrisE asked and through the rearview mirror I could see his smile. "Yeah. The whole record is really good." The two chuckled quietly while concentrated back on the song.
"There we are." The car came to a halt and left the car. The Cafe was small and very quiet. There was one girl behind the counter and only one couple was sitting at one of the tables.
"What would you girls like?" ChrisE asked while flipping through the pages of the menu. I just took a quick look at mine. "Ice tea." Scarlett was still looking in her menu, but ChrisE was already done. "I'll take a coffee and a cheesecake. What about you Scarlett?" "Ahm Chocolate Muffin and a coffee. Lottie you should eat something as well. You didn't eat a lot during lunch." She put her menu to the side and looked up at me. "I'm not hungry." "But you really need to eat something." I could hear the concern in her voice. So I took the menu and scanned through it. "Cheese sandwich?" The two grown ups nodded satisfied.
After we had ordered, ChrisE leaned back in his chair and beamed at us.
"This is the first time you tagged along, Lottie." I flinched a little. So they had realized it. I thought I had been sneaky about it, so they wouldn't realize that I was distancing myself from them.
"Ahm yeah I mean I'm busy with school stuff y'know." I answered while looking down. My right hand was laying on top of Scarletts so I started to play with her rings to calm myself a little bit.
"You work to hard. You need some off time." I rolled my eyes at him. As if I needed time off to relax. Time off is just time I can use to think about life. So bad time. Time I want to avoid.
"Why are you rolling your eyes? He's right. You're always looking so tired and you don't eat enough. We're just worried, honey." I was still looking at the table. Following the patterns and spots, which had formed over the years.
"You don't have to worry about me. I'm fine." Scarlett gently pulled her hand from under mine and wrapped her arm around me, before pulling me close towards her.
She used her other hand to force me to look at her.
"Honey we are worrying and it's completely fine and we aren't the only ones. Lizzie actually thought about calling your parents." I flinched under no circumstances was my dad allowed to come here.
"No please don't. My father is really busy." "What about your mom, can't she come?" ChrisE asked. "No." I answered. He looked at me like he was waiting for me to tell him more, but I didn't. "Why?" "Cause she's dead." His eyes widened and he looked like he regretted asking. "I'm sorry." Scarlett just pulled me closer to her.
It was silent for a little while but than ChrisE looked up again. "Is it okay to ask how she died?" He really didn't seem to care that he was asking the most uncomfortable questions ever.
"Car Crash." I couldn't stop myself from adding it was my fault in my thoughts.
"What do you mean that it was your fault?" Scarlett was stroking my hair and internally I was screaming, why the hell did I say this, did I even say it, did I just think out aloud?
"Nothing. I'm sorry." Our food came and I took a few sips of the ice tea to calm myself down.
"It's not nothing. What did you mean?" She asked again, but I just shook my head and started nibbling on the sandwich she wanted me to eat.
"Charlotte. What do you mean?" ChrisEs voice was strict and made me jump. For a short second I saw the dark hair and the red from the alcohol and crying,black eyes of my dad.
I let out a whimper and felt Scarlett pull me closer to her. "Lottie, it's okay. You don't need to be afraid. We just want to help you." ChrisE tried but I hid my face in Scarlett's neck. She started to rock me back and forth in an effort to calm me down.
"Everything is alright. Nobody here is gonna hurt you. I felt her stroking my head and playing with my hair, while she continued to whisper into my ear.
"I'm sorry." I mumbled, but she just shook her head.
"Wanna tell us what happened? You might feel a little better afterwards." I wanted to shake my head, but I knew that I didn't really have a chance.
"My mom had to come get me after school, because I played with friends, instead of taking the bus." Tears started to fill my eyes.
"On the way to school she got into the accident. If I had taken the bus, she'd still be alive. I killed her." The tears were streaming down my cheeks. I could taste them and I could feel the heat in my cheeks.
"Honey. It wasn't your fault. She had an accident." Scarlett tried to calm me down, she had started to once again rock me back and forth while I cried into her neck.
"But she wouldn't have been in the car, if I had been a good child and done like I was told to." The tears were now coming a lot faster.
I hadn't noticed how ChrisE got up and packed up our stuff with the waitress and paid. "Come Honey. Let's go back." Scarlett held me close as we left the Cafe and even after we got into the car her arms were still wrapped around me.
I felt myself getting tired and started fighting the exhaustion.
"It's okay. Try to get some sleep Honey." Was the last thing I heard before I fell into deep sleep.
#marvel cast × child!reader#marvel cast#marvel cast x teen!reader#scarlett johannson × daughter!reader
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sorry this is from a few days ago but i still wanna do the ask meme ;3
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(I love the perpetual 3-5 business days ADHD delay on both our sides<3) read moreing bc I refuse to shut up<3
🤡 What’s a line, scene, or exchange you’ve written that made you laugh?
A lot! A lot of the time writing is providing entertainment for myself, and I often make myself laugh tbh! But I have no clue if anyone else finds it funny, mostly bc what feedback I get on things being funny often differ from what I laugh at 🥴 the one I can point to (and will again later in this post) is the goat-wrestling scene in always be this close. I also think all the banter in Morning Routines is funny. There's a shit ton of fun stuff in my wips, but I'm coming back to those.
(unrelated, I just discovered I've on two different occasions, months apart, written the exact same line of dialogue, which is Alberto saying "stop complaining and put your dick in my mouth". The more you know)
✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉
ouhhhhh uhhhhhh I think I'd say dialogue is one of my strong suits... I think? It's what drives most of my writing, and, while I feel like I'm always making the boys more and more OOC with every iteration, I guess that's one of the things that makes people find my fics in character. Maybe??? I dunno??? (honestly this is the worst kind of question bc for all I know I'm WAY off base). When I first am able to suppress my shame, I think the porn I write is fun and hot (but, y'know, it's 100% self-indulgent and to my tastes since it's a drop in the ocean from my personal spank bank, so again, nervous to state it for a fact)
🧠 Pick a character, and I’ll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.
given how I've rotated these blorbos so relentlessly in an endless drier for 14 months, there are sooooo many, and very few that are fixed in stone tbh. I more go through phases with headcanons, tbh! and I'm getting sleepy, maybe I'll come back and do a separate post if I remember anything special 😴
I can share that one of my current headcanon obsessions is Alberto in a skin tight short tennis dress though. I have this one in mind, bc that was the one that inspired it when a friend of a friend borrowed it to wear and he's a short'n'stout king who's dummy thicc and looked absolutely incredible wearing it. Hopefully I might draw and at some point post ... maybe in a sketch dump along with the two-three other pieces that are just "Alberto on his knees, thighs spread, soft lil tummy out, in cute outfits" hehe
🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?
I think always be this close with the Alberto almost getting himself severely damaged in a goat-wrestling match is the wildest. The rest of my fics are either just shameless porn or shameless fluff or writing-for-writing-practice's sake - I rarely write any plots or scenes that get wild. Honestly babe my wildest rides are still wips 😭 and I can't decide on just one so this is almost a ranking
#1 is probably the "discovering Luca's dick glows under the blacklight when they're getting nasty in a club bathroom" which also includes Alberto joking about Luca being into scat (or maybe it's on the cutting room floor) and jokes about dolphins being depraved creatures and Luca's dick trying to fuck Alberto's ear and Luca having a laughing fit over Alberto looking like he's playing a flute while sucking his dick and Luca delighted to discover Alberto likes having his mouth stuffed with his tail. this fic is honestly like 80% done and has been for almost a year, I'm just eternally struggling but I did my once-every-four-month casual perusing and re-discovered that it's a lot of fun and I wanna finish it
the also-80%-done "Luca tries casting himself in a porn" fic. It got away from me and now includes smut and is, oops, 12k. It's not as overtly wild, but I think it's funny, I think it'll be finished soon-ish, and I hope y'all will find it funny, too. If nothing else, laugh at me pls<3
the one doc just titled "train wrecks" which is 3am, Luca in the club spotting Alberto and going
Luca pretends he's so blackout drunk he's forgotten where he lives so Alberto will take him home, and the rest honestly is just the dumbest banter. Highlights include likening Alberto's dick to a Christmas present, joking about Luca time travelling to groom Alberto to give him even more daddy issues, Alberto calling Luca a bird furry for leaving old food bits in his mouth during makeouts, and a lot more that'd take too much context to explain. but besides being a lot of dumb funny shit what I like about it is exploring the kind of surprising honesty and delightful rudeness you get with complete strangers. I think my fav moment is them small talking to get to know each other more, Luca talks some about his mom being overbearing and a pain in the ass, then when Alberto talks about his parental situation Luca just goes "fuck you, you can’t let me complain about all that stupid shit and then tell me that" and, after Alberto tells details about his dad and Luca offers sympathies, Alberto in return goes "no, fuck you, that sympathy is for your own bad conscience, not me". This one is a lot less finished, due to being mostly dialogue, and needing three sex scenes (and counting maybe???) written out lmao
sandbox is pretty much eternally on hold, but some out of context highlights include:
Alberto's literal "anyways, here's Wonderwall" moment
everyone calling Luca a slut
Giulia calling Alberto "young dumb and full of cum
Luca repeatedly having to tell Alberto off for quoting memes in bed
Alberto's graphic Shrek t-shirt collection
Luca skipping class to suck a guy off during a matiné showing of a war drama
Lorenzo giving Daniela chlamydia when they were young
Luca accusing his parents of being in a swingers arrangement with Giulia's parents
Alberto: recites Luca's Starbucks order - Luca:
(that's not a joke btw it's literal actual canon)
okay I'm done will sleep now ty for letting me ramble @ u ! 🥰
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Today is the day that John remillard appears in court for what he did to stan. Stands on top of it but he should know that John Reema Lord is going to see his innocent and you'll be in court and I'll say they're taking the jail and the wieners probably won't it's ridiculous what we say is you have suffered a lot because of that Max and you think you're doing the right thing but that's fine and in other words if the hearing goes overboards in time past 1:00 or 1:30 really then he won't be able to appear at both not that he has to show up for the public hearing he should it doesn't really and if it goes that long if he goes right into trial if they might do and then they hold them and he'll double up on it it's automatically guilty he's not in jail no but getting more jail time for being out they almost said that they're going to continue it unto the trial and the ships from the rebels are starting to align with foreigners because they're just getting exterminated and they're offering data in order to look valuable and it's causing a stir which was needed giant ships too from the rebels yes some of them 20 miles 30 MI but the forests have 400 and 500s and 700 some of them so they are negotiating with our Intel who we want them dead once again and place an order. A going hard Wild in Texas is drawing the other shattered on nicely that's pulling them all out as soon a few of them will be empty and most notably the ones in New England first but by the way that's unexpected and it will be the one in Pennsylvania and the one that's right outside New York to the south of Pennsylvania that's only a 100 Pennsylvania is over 400 it's pretty big it takes up the whole area they'll be empty this afternoon then Georgia and they're going to be in turmoil so we're going to go in there and mine it out.
Georgia is also empty and rapidly it's going very fast and we're going to be on top of it shortly it won't take long for it to actually be empty and once it is they vacated Red Hill will activate in Pennsylvania New York and Georgia and in a big way soon in Central Florida and it will also activate in Southern Florida they have been mining in Southern Florida on the outside for some time the spines are shut down though they just go open them up. Georgia will be open by the end of the day and there's a 100 in Tennessee and that will be empty today that's pretty much it the golf and the three in Florida probably be later on this week and that's due to California what's your refill quite a few times and then that intern will refill Texas there's a ton of robots out there being built affordance may catch on the so upper creek without a paddle
We have twice as many heading north as we anticipated a lot of them coming by see and are breaking the blockade and their foreigners and their concrete chips are coming and they cast them a few days ago no like last night and only at half the strength and it shows but they work. And taking out of the molds and they put them in the water and they go they should be coding them so they're coating them now the salt water deteriorates it and they end up with no boat it's not coated for a nice thick layer in there and cut it with epoxy takes very little time and I put a nice thick layer of nicely getting stronger by the hour some are almost a couple days old and they're very hard it was in saltwater falling apart half the hall is gone and the sun says it's taking back and cut it off we put more concrete in the hole then I can do that they say so you're going to look at it we might cut it off in epoxy that's at least carrot a little so they're running around putting stuff on the Halls 'one of them says they sick anyways just get it out there just be closer and so you can fire and that was Tommy can't be closer at least I just want a boss he's a smart guy hanging out of China both really.
The number has doubles per hour fighting over cerebus is a huge huge effort huge and are about 300,000 septillion heading there for real is 300,000 septillion there it's the largest War yet and that would be the emptying of a couple areas easily really big ones too class A cities that's where they're coming from and the other cities move into them and live that high life. We expect this all day it's really not much of a break between it's a huge huge invasion and the max are not doing great at the blockade and moving ships there coming from down here it's getting hotter that's why it's going to keep doing that probably for a few days you know how long that'll last it's a giant fight. The kid is getting defeated the Mac blockade is getting defeated there's too many people up there now not enough ships and the concrete chips flowering through theirs literally and figuratively wow right through 30 mi ships that's a 2 mi ship flying through it cuts it in half that is disabled other ships hit it doesn't do any damage to the ship that hit it. National fighting over concrete laid out areas and Piers. Suddenly people see fort Pierce as peers and it could be there's a huge Battle of War it's decisive it's big huge ships are coming out at the backs and the wailing on them have a huge fight over it Florida's will fight harder because it's unconventional and it's kind of cheesy and it's a cheap way of doing it then ask your method some of the holes are a half mile thick we're grabbing them and mulching them there's been a couple so far and we use them for our bunkers or wall sections all over the place too but haven't gone down that much rebels and four so it's on and that's huge is a gigantic battle
In other news dairy is under siege during the town with all the AI people massive siege there's so many people up there because another 300,000 so tell you septillion and they're all goin. There's more coming to see a big war between 4 and domestic
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~ Mass Update ~
Mainly going into future plans and intents alongside ideas below cut.
Ton's of things I've in store this will prove difficult to vent it all out. But here we go...
First off rehashing and appropriately learning to tag and organize things better on my blog. Each category will have their own corresponding content, I seek to bring or share.
[Tales of Goldbrand] -- I intend this to carry a Compendium of all my writes soon that'll have everything neatly in-order including a glossary, so it'll have highlights of stories that even matter or the best stuff. I've written here for a very, long time, there's been many shifts. I want to make it more accessible. While coloring what matters for people who want to learn Captain or his Crew with less chapters. While also giving choice to find it all easily. This is essentially a step-above master-lists. I'll be doing that after the Saga I have going on, right now is done.
[Captain] -- Will provide you strictly with Captain screenshots, gifs, photo-sets. This is still his blog despite the Crew thing's will sort of make this a scuffed Multi-Muse blog. I've few more things to edit and tag fix to get all his stuff though.
[The Wild Crew] -- Afterwards this story is done Immortal Age Saga, It's something that I mainly wrote as a passion project within three days to get my warm-up process fixed. It's to allow me to get a feel for all his Crewmates and casts, in combat, in-general, to feel their presences. While also giving a bit of their backstories. At any point, I can go back and polish or tweak things in. They're NPC's but... not entirely. All will have their own 'Dreams' and their own 'Disapproval's' they have their own missions even. These things will factor eventually, they might set seeds, to betray or disagree with something, but that's all angst and more stories to be created, but overall, they'll probably always be Crew, eventually. -- I plan on making character-profile sheets of them and putting them in this Tab, it'll have their screenshots, their likes/dislikes. Some RP partners or people can also be shipped with them, but they'll all be monogamous and originally start off probably Pan. This allows them to figure out what they like on their own stories. I've always been someone who likes organic-flow. Although this one story contain all 16 characters or more, the rest will probably be shortened to a Squad of 4 and dispersed when on adventuring missions. Until I do a War Arc, that's my main goal to build too.
[Roster] -- Will contain this Crew in just screen-sets dedicated to them, I'll probably randomly produce those. I've PC players among this Crew too. I may not be done either adding more, but this Crew is mainly built around Quality. Most pirate crew's mainly, have hundreds, thousands. Even Fleets. This Crew has personalities, monsters, people who are living life's that exist with piracy. He's an particular leader that had PC players the same way, he's had split-personality serial killers aboard, tribal chieftains, succubus, all sorts of various people once on a Crew. It's often an outcast style, pirates default are chaotic in nature, so this really isn't any different, it's a Fantasy version of it. There's humanization characters aboard too though, so this cast is really decked, everything and person is vital, they matter because they remind or covet something that others can draw upon. If ever played (Three Houses or Mass Effect / Dragon Age Origins) A lot of things like that are relatable too this structure and format. Which, Is something I want to be able to give when RPing. I want a genuine feel of this new world someone else's muse will be the main-character too. Depending on what's interacting everything they'll be scale appropriately to follow the genre they're in and environment even.
[Aesthetics] -- Already explainable what you'll find here.
[Asks] -- Same thing.
[Prompts] -- Trivial things I was tagged too, I plan on compiling later.
[Writing] -- Another alternatively to randomly go-down and it works right now.
[Logs] -- Will have more individualistic master-lists and posts there, my poems from Sheik Sphere the Bard, etc.
Things of that nature, I'll probably add still. It's where a lot of my creative writing is summed.
[Gems of Hydaelyn] -- My main #tag for other characters and artists, creationist. Lot of amazing people easily to find their zones or follow them optionally if you like. Ton's I intend to support and bolster, be a lot less unspoken. I'm never the type who's been strictly inclusive. But I'll do that when I've time to even explore the dash, I'm always still planning ahead with things and projects.
[CKS] My original character-sheet it's outdated on something's but not too terrible. I'll give him polishing someday, I swear?
[21+F-List] -- Just purely degenerate stuff of Captain. I'm a pirate blog. I will represent that with openness and furthermore. I'm never projecting you some false-image. I started off a smut-writer by stripping that, I no-longer represent the same aura and identity. But those are strictly his stuff and kinks, I'm effective in executing them but they're not all relatable to me OOC. This blog will always be 18+ containing crude or dark material sometimes, romantic things, this Captain is blunt, will literally put his cock on the table in conversations. Swearing and being censored would be too uncommon and displace most of him, but there's more about him then all this.
[Other] -- I pay homage to a lot of characters, I originally am a Concept Designer. Which mean's I make characters and ideas like my addiction. Bad characters / villains or other little things I like to share in designs, I'll put there. Some villains might get little photo-sets, even if they died. Just cause I like their design, or maybe I'll give them an AU, where they won. When I've wrapped up things.
[Collabs + Ships] -- Is a new project idea. This isn't going to be something limited too romantic only ships. It'll contain, platonic, romantic, friendships, rivals, frenemies, family, PC Crew, all ships. I am desperately working on improving my gif, screenshot, posing game so I can supply 'Screen Stories' this is not only a way to RP that's accessible with even people who are upon time-crunches from work, It gives visual-representation. To impactful stories shared with others and establish bonds. That are all-valid and impactful matter.
Lot of people take a lot of their characters attributes into them and are them dialed up, I work with that and bit more, differently. I'm disconnected from my characters and they'll get hurt and injured and killed by me, that's my duty as their Author to give them conflicts and struggles. I'm their major antagonist, but that doesn't mean at-all, it's always SET that way. The characters I like to make have their own life, they live in this setting and are abide by it, they're often nothing, nobodies, and by the interacting with others, they slowly gradually building, more... Through emotional impacts, they alter, these are REAL people by all their beliefs. Each person they come in-contact with are legitimate and treated like that too. They've always impacted or given them insights to grow, or represent more. Otherwise it'd be criminally disrespectful if I allowed any emotional I felt OOC be the grudge to something IC. Captain in-particular is set on defying me. I cannot have that.
...But I can't stop him. He's met and encountered so many people and lived so many scenarios based on the actions of others, he's giving a chance right now to actually do things a lot further than impossible. The more people he meets and encounters, experiences, the more I lose. These stories are emotionally interactive where everything is a factor and adds to the dice, where the other people are the one who get to roll the dice for him, not me. That's something I want to color in. People range in emotions, they have their down's, ups, their own wholesome-grounding people, spending time with your favorite people, there's nothing more cherishing than that, being in your own comfort-zone or 'safe-space' these are all treasures that we live under, today.
Contrary if what people assume of me, I'm not another 'blogger' that's came
before, who's wanting to force a harem, then constantly is bewildered when that falls to pieces cause of selfishness or a lack of communication, or the skeletons they have in their closets and beliefs they hid behind and swindled fooled everyone.
I'm not looking to be popular or anything really, I just create stories and want to share in those, and I want to also boost others included, upward with me, especially those who make me. There's no ego in anything I do, this is purely love. I've never cared about being replicated or duplicated, I've had stalkers, I've gone through more then anyone would imagine, I've been used OOC and abused, just for my writing and cold-harshly told, i'd never amount to anything other then that or vice-versa.
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Passion. That's all I got and am anymore.
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Passion is the hardest thing to keep. It's something that can be stolen, quite effortlessly. Few words of discouragement, a bad negative representation, a lack of confidence, or small amount of time, there's many thing's that can put that flame out. Once you lose it. The difficulty to reattain is hundred-times harder than climbing any mountain for real.
I've watched the greatest creators crumble from under the pressure, from beaten down by others. I watched many of them do it to themselves because they put a grand vision of needing validation of another and once lost, felt uncompelling to press onward.
But passion also can be given BACK and drawn. It can be shown and encourage others, with a soft-triggering, that pushes them. That motivates, that constantly sticks to it. There are many that fuel me. If I ever quit, I let them down, I spit in the faces of people who're better than me in every-way. Or people who've came and given me their precious Time. That have given their character's or dedication to the abundant stories and community-driven things I've done.
There's ONLY things you can do, create, give and provide. It cannot ever come to life without YOU. This is a fact. ...I swear, If you let your creativity soar, you'll be amazed by the heights you get. Constantly polish and learn and hone the best you, challenge yourself day after painstaking day, to draw better improvement on something, no matter how trivial or unfamiliar you are. You'll find a confidence only you can give yourself.
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Future Plans
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For me, I've got so much more stories to give and also explore, I might be taking up soon some other artists and more skilled people from community and hire them for some of my future writes, to up my game or cause something thing's can't be done in-game cause no background carries it. I also got a lot of-set up things and more angst stuff I want to practice, plus I'm adamantly on that grind to produce screen-sets with the intent's to some sort of improving daily.
Additionally more people I'll be reaching out too soon for these collab's ideas and things. I look forward to shaking your hands, giving some hugs, show you my respect and admiration, then creating some enchanting stories and giving plots light. Feel free to reach out to me, I get scattered-brain but I'm working on getting better about it. Eventually will get to you though, my goals, if uninterested just say so when I poke, no bites, unless you kinky.
Anyways, cheers hearties.
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Mmmmm
I'm having a good time working on this commission, but i don't know whether i should take that as a sign that i should loosen the gates a bit and be open to accepting more commissions in a more official capacity instead of just telling everyone who asks 'yeah sometimes'
There's a feeeew.. factors at play here.. that just.. idk i'm cautious about my proverbial eyes being bigger than my proverbial stomach y'know?
Like.. I'm slow.. as an artist? My speed can vary certainly but if you want anything done Nicely i'm a bit of a snail... It can take me WEEKS to get something done if my hands+mind aren't cooperating, or if i get in one of those loops where i just don't have Time for anything.. sometimes it's a reasonable slowness and sometimes it's like... A Bit Much and I know people can be patient but it's not necissarily something i would want to Risk
I also know that i have a Lot of personal projects i want to get done and i don't want to take up all my limited working time doing commissions and sideling everything i'm working on otherwise, cause that's the fastest route to me burning out and falling away from art.. there's a Reason i have ended up casting aside any ideas about working in animation or game development, hell, even traditional publishing to a degree or traditional freelance, because art for me is by and large about getting whats in my head Out of my head, not the act of creating itself...
Which makes it kinda feel like commissions are something i should do.. once i'm already a full time artist for myself and have the time to split? Which seems counterintuitive....
As it stands though i have to scrape out my art time out around my day job and life needs and what i'm able to scrape is sacred and limited. i just don't work fast enough to make the most of it.. particularly if i'm handelling a queue of folks and not just one or two people on special request... It just wouldn't be good for me or my potential clients
which is kinda a TL:DR of my concerns i guess...
But on the flip side.. money for my work is.. Nice.. making people happy with my art is Really Nice (i just think about how i feel about my commission from Lucy and it's like AH! I wanna do that for people, and people seem to want it!)
if we face another lockdown it would be reeeeal helpful if i can't get back on EI or if they've changed the system, and i'm going to be making a job transition soon hopefully and maybe that will lessen the burden of my Time Problems, and it would help cover that transition period if anything gets Loopy.. plus the experience is good! In a professional capacity..
And it might be fun who knows! I have more of a.. Niche now, there's definitely stuff people Want Me Specifically For (okay "stuff" it's heisenberg.. probably.. but i'm happy to oblige! I work best when i'm invested in the things i'm working on, which was a problem last time around) it could be a good experience to branch out a lil, take in other ideas, not have to come up with everything and still draw excellent picture of the metal husband and/or other people's OCs! Or the other lords! Or whatever people want really! It's got the potential to be enjoyable!
I've grown a lot since the last time i tried to open commissions, and so idk maybe it would be different! But I don't want to let these lofty ideas get into my head for something that just may not be realistic for me... GAH
Hhhhh....
They'll stay on an ask-and-see-if-i'm-available status for now.. and of course those who've already approached me take precident when they want somethin', but i'll keep thinking about it..
Who knows! Maybe like most things that happen to me, I won't get to make the choice and i'll be forced into a position where i Have to open them!
#monster noises#my limited time i think is the root of all my concerns#if i wasn't so constrained by that i think i'd be way more open to putting out the word publically#still don't think i could handle a queue any larger than 3 people at once thought#even THAT feels iffy#and not that i think That Many people would be interested#it's just that.. enough Have been over the last few months to get the wheels turning#it always feels like the highest compliment to get those asks.... like holy shit! people want to put down Money? for MY art??????#like.. wow....#pricing too.. i'm just now thinking.. would be an issues#i know what i'be quoted to people is Way undercharging myself#(especially because i mainly do traditional commissions which can be much more labour intensive and challenging#but are easier for me to focus on)#but i absolutely do not know how/what to charge to get a good baseline of Reasonable but Afforable#like what are Most people willing to spend on (continuing yo make the assumption about subject matter here) fanart?#admittedly special and often personal fan art granted but None The Less#what would they pay? what can they on average afford?#i know what I would pay (the answer it Quiet a Bit - I love supporting artists) but i'm not a good means measurement for Anything#how do i deal with shipping???!!?!#there's so many questions @~@
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These Asks have probably been there for a while I really haven't used social media a whole lot over the last 2 years. I've started to get better, but I still haven't spent a lot of time on my @/13mtm80 socials (which includes my personal Facebook and Instagram; and my public Twitter, Tumblr, and YouTube).
So, where have I been? Almost 3 years ago I suddenly stopped captioning dwsa/dwsa cast videos when I started to have a persistent migraine that refused to leave or lessen. The migraine then decided to make it difficult for my brain to send messages to my right side. Making it so I no longer had use of my dominate right hand (I couldn't open/close my hand or hold anything, and I had no grip). Lot's of examinations later: Atypical Chronic Migraine. Now I take medicine to lessen the migraine.
With the migraine lessened from a 10 on the 1-10 pain scale to an 8 with medication, my hand and the rest had almost returned to somewhat normal over several months.
When I can type again, I started a transcription course. I was doing that for about 4 months when my migraine decided it was going to be bad again and not work with my medicine. And my right hand got non-functional again. Some more trial and error, found a new medicine that lessens my migraine. Right when I was supposed to start physical therapy on my hand Covid happened. Therapy never happened but my hand is mostly useful for everyday use, but fine-motor skill tasks are still challenging. Like typing.
My typing ability is why I haven't gone back to my course, and why I'm not captioning anymore. My right hand is able to type on computer keyboard, it took time to get there, but I can. The problem is, is that my right hand is delayed at the typing speed my right hand is used to typing at. This causes words to be typed rearranged. For example: SPRING AWAKENING, typed on the computer comes out as Srping Awaekening.
Despite this typing issue, 8 months ago I did caption the dwsa reunion interview at Gallaudet. It took me a WHOLE lot longer than it used too, but I did get it done. But 6 months ago when when Sandra did an interview alone at Gallaudet I had been stressed from stuff in my family and my head briefly got bad again (no worse hand issues, just migraine) for about a month. But at this point I still haven't captioned it. My right hand is still delayed.
For 2021, I've started new ventures. I've been focusing on my art. My art was something that I worked on in days I couldn't leave my darkened bedroom. My art style changes depending on my my head or hand let's me do, whether it's: painting, drawing, or photography. At some point soon I want to sell some of it.
This is not self promotion follow me if you want (I know someone will ask): @/13mtm80_Designs on all the social media platforms that I already have (Facebook, Twitter Instagram, Tumblr).
Also in 2021, I did have Covid. But not when you asked (that was migraine sickness). I had Covid about a month ago. Caught it from someone in my house, all three of us had mild symptoms. It lasted the average mild length of 2 weeks. I'm fine now though.
So, yes I'm still apart of the dwsa fandom and I'm going to try and reacquaint myself back into my 13mtm80 accounts. All the apps are still on my phone. It's just recently when I've been on them I was on my other account.
I'll try to be more involved on social media, though I don't know if I will be able to do any more captioning.
~ Mackenzie
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Circus Act - 2
Woop woop, part 2. I've been extremely exhausted but here we are.
Part 1
Part 2
Ps: Shout out to my girl, @gloomyladyy for drawing Sandy for me. She looks stunning 💕💕
Soon, it was Monday. Arthur had spent most of the weekend, hanging out with his mother, and writing subtle notes in his journal.
As Arthur got to work, he was greeted with those kind eyes he met last Thursday.
Sandy was setting up her locker, which just so happened to be right next to Arthur's.
"Hey Art, how are you?" Sandy greeted Arthur with a smile. She seemed to have lots of makeup on, and judging by her right eyelid, it was to hide something.
Arthur smiled back, opening his locker. "Good morning, Sandy."
"Morning, Artie. Ms. Cheekbones." Randall walked into the room, making an annoying appearance.
Sandy ignored Randall, pushing past him before walking into a changing room of some sort.
Randall scoffed. "What's her deal?"
Arthur shrugged.
Randall walked over to Arthur, opening up his locker.
"I heard about the other day. Kids are fucking savages." Randall commented.
Arthur sighed, fidgeting with his shoes. "They were just kids. Just leave it be."
"That kind of thinking, they'll just walk all over ya." Randall handed Arthur a brown paper bag.
"What is it?" Arthur asked, opening the bag.
Inside the bag was a gun and about 19 bullets.
Arthur scoffed, thinking it was some sort of prank. When he looked up at Randall, he could see that he was serious.
"Randall, I'm not supposed to have a gun." Arthur hushed, gritting his teeth.
"Relax, Art. You can pay me back. You're my boy. Besides chicks love guns." Randall walked away, pointing at the changing room.
Arthur hid the gun in his bag, and went back to lacing his enormous clown shoes, and promptly placing the shoes directly on his feet. Afterward, Arthur sat at the vanity, painting his face, putting on the mask of his clown persona, Carnival.
Sandy walked out of the changing room, decked in clown gear. Her dress seemed to consist of a red, white, and black color scheme, topped with a silly little hat on her black hair. The makeup she had on seemed to go with her own scheme.
Arthur's jaw laid slightly adjacent as he locked eyes on Sandy's outfit. He was barely finished with his makeup, and she was already dressed.
Sandy walked over to the vanity. "I love your makeup, Arthur. The shades of blue really contrasts with the red."
Arthur blinked for a second. "Thank you. I like your makeup, too."
Those emerald eyes hit her again. Despite feeling anxious from being around all sorts if guys, Sandy felt some comfort around Arthur. He was charming and during. Almost like Dennis, when she first met him. She smile faded.
Sandy cleared her throat. "Anyway, Hoyt wanted to tell you that you should come with me to that old folks home. He says that you could show me the ropes."
Arthur nodded. "Yeah. I could do that."
The old folks home was just down a few blocks from the studio.
"Good afternoon, elders. We have some exciting company today. Meet Ms. Cello, and Carnival." The director of the home introduced Sandy and Arthur, as they got into place.
Sandy got into center. She walked over to what looked to be a very old looking gramophone, and placed a record. The record played Somewhere Over The Rainbow from the Wizard of Oz. The old people in the lounge room seemed to smile as Sandy began to dance around them. She did magic tricks, and pulled a handkerchief out of her tiny hat.
Arthur stood in the back, amazed. Sandy was fantastic, wowing the crowd with her tricks. Arthur couldn't compete with that. When it was his turn, Arthur froze up.
He felt a repressed laugh crawled up in the back of his throat. Suddenly, the laughter erupted from Arthur.
The elderly didn't seem amused. Some of the elders were confused or concerned about the man laughing in front of them.
Sandy was also concerned. She had never heard this kind of laughter come from Arthur before. Sandy grabbed Arthur to the side.
Arthur was hunched over, trying to repress his laughter with his hand.
"Arthur? Are you ok?" Sandy asked, placing a hand on his head.
Arthur looked away from her. He was already embarrassed enough.
"Arthur, it's ok. What's wrong?" Sandy tried comforting Arthur, but the home director had kicked them out.
Afterwards, Arthur's laughter subsided and seemed to be more calm. The walk back to Haha's was quiet.
"I have a condition." Arthur broke the silence after a while.
Sandy looked over at him. "Oh, what kind of condition?"
"It's called the pseudobulbar affect. I was diagnosed with it when I was young." Arthur sighed, looking at the ground.
"That's some heavy stuff, Arthur." Sandy walked back over to Arthur.
"You probably don't want to be around me anymore." Arthur's thick eyebrows furrowed. He looked up at Sandy like a hurt puppy.
"Are you joking? Of course, I want to be around you. You're the only guy I can actually talk to." Sandy smiled.
Arthur's face lit up. He seemed surprised at her answer. Arthur was so used to rejection, and Sandy didn't seem to mind him at all. It was such a relief to meet someone kind and considerate.
"Hey, how about, after work, I treat you to a drink or something?" Sandy asked.
Arthur nodded. "Yeah, that would be great."
His usual coworkers never invited him to anything. He was always casted out of their social group. Even with people like Randall and Gary, he felt invisible. It wasn't until Sandy came that someone actually saw him.
Sandy smiled, grabbing onto his arm. "Well, then come on, silly."
An old joint called Martha's was a place where Sandy's cousin, Deliah, worked. Sandy would go every Monday to get discounted drinks from her cousin.
"Sandy!" Dee exclaimed, giving her a tight hug. "Ooh, and who's this?"
Sandy laughed at Dee's suggestive comment. It was nice seeing her out of rehab. Dee had a long history with ketamine. Sandy was proud to see her every Monday working to better herself.
"This is Arthur. My coworker. Arthur, this is my cousin, Dee." Sandy said.
Arthur hesitantly shook Dee's hand.
Arthur looked around at all the people in the bar. Everyone in the bar made him incredibly nervous. He clinged onto Sandy's arm as they walked over towards a booth.
"So, how long have you been working for Hoyt?" Sandy asked, sitting next to Arthur on the velvet booth.
Arthur thought for a second. "A few months. My social worker recommended me the job."
"That's good. You know, my boyfriend tried to convince me not to get the job. He said 'think about how it'd look on him.'" Sandy sneered.
Arthur raised his eyebrow. "Boyfriend? You've never mentioned him before."
"There's a reason for that. He's a dick." Sandy rolled her eyes thinking about Dennis.
Arthur looked down at his drink, barely even taking a sip.
Sandy opened up a pack of cigarettes, and placed one to her lips.
Arthur studied the cigarette pressed against her lips. How she inhaled the smoke, and then letting it out in the air. Sandy seemed peaceful and content. Arthur noticed in the strobe lights of the bar that Sandy had a nasty bruise on her face. From her cheek, all the way up to her eyelid.
Sandy felt Arthur staring at her.
"What happened to your face?" Arthur asked.
Sandy gulped. "I ran into a door." She lied.
Arthur glared. He didn't like liars. Just before Arthur said anything else. Dee walked up to the booth with Dennis.
"Sandy, I'm so sorry. I tried to stop him. I told him that you weren't here." Dee apologized, profusely.
"It's fine, Dee." Sandy distinguished her cigarette, throwing it on the ground. "I have to go, Arthur. I'll see you at work tomorrow."
Arthur could tell that she didn't want to leave. Dennis walked up to the booth, grabbing Sandy's arm.
"Go wait in the car, kitten." Dennis growled.
Sandy nodded, turning her head away from Arthur.
"Listen here, buddy. If I ever see you hanging around my girlfriend, again. I'll fucking kill you." Dennis grabbed Arthur by the shirt and threw him on the table. "Understand?"
Arthur nodded. As Dennis walked off, Arthur had the urge to grab the gun from out of his bag.
'She deserves better.' Arthur thought. 'Who does he think he is?'
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The Woman In Velvet Series
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Wonderwall 1
"You're gonna be the one that saves me."
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I had seen him around, everyone had. It's hard not to notice the Harry Styles, slayer of Lord Voldemort and girls hearts. He's popular, in a unconventional way. Everyone knows him and everyone adores him, but he's not the kind of boy that has a million friends. He has two extremely close ones, Liam Payne and Niall Horan. Sometimes Louis Tomlinson hangs around him but that's when he's not macking on his girlfriend.
People are drawn to him, whisper about him, giggle when he passes by. He's a sort of ghost while also being a living legend. Of course, the mystery of how he managed to survive the killing curse, cast upon him by Lord Voldemort, gave him a magnetic field that draws people in.
It's that, and his devilishly handsome looks, that I blame my connection with him for. Since the first day of school, seeing him be sorted into Gryffindor house, I've known that something was different between us. I could tell by the way he froze when he saw me, green eyes wide and curious. It had felt like we had this zing rush up our spines. And ever since then, we've been odd around each other. We never really spoke, for not only am I forbidden, but neither of us enjoyed the energy that took over when we communicated.
I thought it had something to do with magic, and I was right of course, but it wasn't as simple as I thought. I thought our spirits collided because we were different, we were polar opposites. We collided because a witch, with the eyes of a hawk and a brain of a dung beetle, spoke it forth. Harry Styles and I collided, because we were destined to.
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"Lily!"
The Hogwarts Express blows out a warning whistle, steam hissing out to fill Platform 9 3/4. I thank the bell hop that has taken our luggage, turning to grab Zayn so we can board.
He's wrapped up in his mom's arms, not really hugging her back because he's too cool for that, but pressing his face into her shoulder. Like usual, his mother wipes tears from her eyes and pats his cheeks.
Zayn's sister, Zhavia is next to be pulled into a bone crushing hug. Unlike her older brother, she easily hugs her mom back, face hidden in her chest. Zhavia receives a pat on the cheeks as well.
"Alright you three," Their mother breathes, reaching out to me. I step closer, gladly excepting her hug. "onto the train now. Wouldn't want you to miss school this year."
"Yes you would." Zayn says, hoisting his bag over his shoulder. I chuckle at him, grabbing his outstretched hand and waving goodbye to his mom.
"Bye mum!" Zayn calls over his shoulder, pulling me along with him. We board the train, turning left to go to our usual compartment. As always, it's empty and Zayn tosses his bag onto the left bench and I take the right.
"Can I sit with you?" Zhavia asks timidly, poking her head in. I shrug, giving her a nod of approval. Zayn sighs but doesn't argue so his sister plops down on the bench next to him.
Zayn looks around at us for a moment. He's frowning, more than usual, meaning he's contemplating something in his head. Zhavia gives him an innocent smile, picking up on his behavior as well. Zayn switches his gaze from his sister to me.
"Did you bring the bottle?" He asks quietly.
I nod, lifting up my backpack from the ground and patting it. The plastic bottle caves under the pressure but pops back up after.
"Good," Zayn grins. "I brought my candies."
"What candies?"
Zayn, Zhavia, and I all freeze. In the compartment door that we happened to leave open, stands none other than Harry Styles.
"None of your business." Zayn tells him, crossing his arms over his chest. Harry shrugs, shouldering his way into the compartment. He places his bag on the rack over head, falling into the seat next to me.
"Alright?" He asks, dimples on full display as he pats my knee. My breathe gets caught in my throat. His eyes, a warm spring green, stare at mine and I remember that I'm supposed to act like I don't know the plushiness of his lips or the strength of his fingers.
I nod, quickly removing my gaze from him to the boys that are shuffling into the compartment as well. Across from me, Zayn is glaring at Harry while Zhavia looks at him with heart eyes. I'm not sure which look I hate more.
~
The train compartment is humid and stuffy, filled not only by seven Hogwarts students, but also the wrappers of all the sweets Harry purchased for the group of us (that ended up being eaten mostly by Niall).
Zayn is brooding, obviously displeased that we're stuck with four Gryffindor boys. I know it's partially my fault, they're all here because Harry's here, and Harry's here because I'm here. Even so, I didn't believe Harry would sit with us and I really didn't think he'd bring his gang.
After minutes of tangible awkwardness, Liam clears his throat, the sound loud in the little compartment. "What do your parents do Zayn?" Liam asks, doing his best to smile at my pouting best friend.
"My mom works in real estate, sells houses and stuff, and my dad's not around." Zayn mumbles, not moving an inch. His gaze is fixed on the window, arms locked over his chest and legs crossed at the ankle. Zhavia discreetly elbows him.
"Oh," Liam breathes, obviously not expecting to hear that Zayn's dad isn't in the picture. Everyone falls silent again, Liam and Niall looking between Zayn and I.
"I hear your parents are dentists, right Liam?" I ask, desperate for something else to be said. I don't think I can handle another second being squished between the window and Harry, slowly suffocating on the tension.
"Yeah!" Liam beam, eagerly leaning forward. "My dad got bit once, had to get a bunch of stitches."
"That's crazy." I force a grin, not particularly excited by the story but glad that Liam has begun to speak more. "I went to the dentist when I was little. I got to pick out this finger trap toy but I got my dad's fingers stuck in it and he ended up lighting it on fire. Never went back after that."
Liam laughs, nodding his head as if he knows exactly what I'm talking about. "Wow," He heaves, chocolate brown eyes gleaming. "I didn't know wizard kids went to the dentist."
"They don't." I explain with a shrug. "But my mom was raised by muggles so she kind of pushed their practices on me."
"Niall's dad loves muggles." Harry pipes up, nodding towards Niall. Niall's eyes widen, glaring at Harry for bringing him into the conversation. "Maybe you can have Lily chat with your dad one of these days, he'd love that." Harry says to Niall.
Niall huffs, pursing his lips as if he's thinking of a response. After a moment of consideration, he nods. "Maybe for Easter holiday or something you can come visit." Niall grumbles, not sounding too pleased with the offering.
"Oh," I respond, pretending to think it over. I don't want Niall forcing himself to be nice to me because of Harry. It doesn't matter that I kissed his best friend last year, Niall Horan and I don't get along and it should stay that way. "I don't know. I'm probably busy, ya know stealing from children, killing puppies, the usual Slytherin things."
I give him an overly polite smile, shrugging. "Don't forget beating up the elderly." Zayn adds, finally looking over at Niall. He too, gives Niall a fake grin, squeezing my foot that's stretched across the cabin and resting on his lap. "It's kind of a tradition in our house."
"Sounds fun," Louis peaks over Harry's shoulder and gives a cheeky grin. "Can I join?"
~
Taking a sip of my pumpkin juice, I find the nervous eyes of Zhavia Malik at the Ravenclaw table. It's obvious she's trying to get Zayn's attention but he's too busy filling his pockets with dinner rolls to notice.
Zhavia gives me a helpless look, the same eyes that her brother has, brimming with tears. Knowing that, while Zayn loves his sister, he's awful at comforting people, I set my goblet down on the table and climb off the bench.
"I'll be right back." I tell Zayn, waving Zhavia towards the doors of The Great Hall. She's quick to jump up, following me out the double doors and around the corner so I can speak to her privately.
"What's the matter?" I ask, plopping down on one of the cement stairs. She's follows, swiftly sitting down and hugging her knees to her chest.
"I don't think I should be in Ravenclaw." She says shyly.
"The fact that you put a lot of thought into this is further proof that you should."
She huffs, flopping her head down to rest on her knees. She speaks through the fabric of her robes. "But I really thought I'd be in Slytherin with you and Z."
"No you didn't." I say softly, placing an arm around her thin shoulders. "You hoped you would be but that's not who you are. You're far too clever for Slytherin."
"What if no one in Ravenclaw likes me?"
"Like that would ever happen." I snort. "You're just like Zayn, I'm sure everyone wants to be friends with you. But if you ever need anything when we're not around, I want you to go find Hagrid or Professor McGonagall and ask them to come get us, ok?"
Zhavia lifts her head, hopeful eyes meeting mine. "You really mean that?" I nod, squeezing her in a brief hug.
"Thanks Lily." She murmurs.
"Of course." I reply. "Now get in there and finish dinner, they should be bringing out the sweets soon."
Giggling, Zhavia rises to her feet. She takes off in front of me, disappearing around the corner and back into The Great Hall. Sighing to myself, I follow. I'm rounding the corner, dusting off my robes when I bump into someone.
"Shit, sorry-"
"Alright?" Harry interrupts, his hands grabbing me around my arms, gently pushing me back around the corner and against the corridor wall.
I peer up at him, curiously waiting for him to explain what he's doing out here. He grins down at me, thumbs brushing back and forth on my arms.
"You alright?" He repeats, softer this time. He takes a step forward, close enough that I can feel his hips against mine.
"Yeah." I say. My eyes stay stuck on his, my brain reeling with the memory of him holding me against this exact wall last year when he had kissed me for the first time.
The left side of his mouth lifts into a smile that's topped off by one of his infamous dimples. "You're too sweet to be in Slytherin."
I grin. "And you're too dorky to be in Gryffindor."
"I guess both of us look pretty deceiving." He responds and if it weren't for the warmth in his eyes, I'd have taken his words negatively.
Before I get the chance to retort, the hands on my arms are cupping my face, drawing me forward and a familiar pair of lips are slotting together with mine. My own hands grab onto his robe, tugging him even closer to soak in the heat that pours from his body over mine, knowing I'll need it for the cold night in Slytherin common room.
~
"Sometimes I wish we weren't so cool."
I snort at Zayn's words, looking up from the potions book I was reading. He's draped across the bottom half of the black leather couch, the green lanterns behind him casting a mystic glow around him.
"I mean it," He grunts as he sits up, straightening out the collar of his black robes. "If we weren't so cool, I could find other people worthy of my company and not have to follow you around as you follow Harry Styles around."
"I'm not following him around!" I whisper harshly, swatting at Zayn's arm. I cast a look around the common room, checking to make sure no one heard. Slytherins aren't very fond of Gryffindors, let alone Harry Styles.
"Sorry," Zayn rolls his eyes. "I forgot that you're just 'keeping an eye on him.'" I scoff at him, shutting my book and tossing it at him. It smacks into his shoulder and falls to the floor with a clatter.
"Do you mind?" Pansy Parkinson shouts from across the room, causing a bunch of first years to flinch. "We're trying to talk over here, Jackals."
"Sorry Pansy." I huff, reaching down to pick up my book. She gives me what I assume is a smile, ducking her head down to continue her discussion with Merula Kane and Elizabeth Riot.
"Anyway," I whisper, scooting closer to Zayn so I can keep my voice down. "I'm just doing what my parents asked of me and it's awkward enough so please don't make it worse."
Zayn gives a small laugh. "It's only awkward when you're with his friends, especially Niall. When you're not paying attention to them, the two of you look quite comfortable with each other."
"What?" I gawk, staring at Zayn in bewilderment. "It's always been extremely awkward around him, I've told you this and you said-"
"I know what I said." Zayn cuts off, taking my book from me with caution. I let him pull it out of my hand and tuck it under his arm. "And I know, you get this weird, like vibe from him but as I've said before, that's just the sexual tension between you two."
"I can't believe you!" I hiss, cheeks burning at his words but stomach swooping pleasantly. "I don't want to fuck him!"
"Yes you do." Zayn laughs, catching my wrist when I swing my hand at him again. "That's why you're always so weird about talking to him. And why you look at him every time he comes into the room."
Too worked up to say anything, I settle back into the couch and bring my knees to my chest to hide the fact that I feel like Zayn can physically see my heart pounding against my rib cage.
"If I'm being honest," Zayn murmurs, bumping his elbow against mine. "I think this all started when your dad actually forbid you from speaking to him."
"Would you stop!"
"Just hear me out!" He begs around a chuckle. "You've always thought he was hot and then your dad not letting you talk to him makes him even more hot and now you're being 'forced' to spend time with him. This is all just coming back to bite your dad in the ass."
"Excellent theory," I say sarcastically. "but I'm not spending time with him. I've said two words to him since the whole Hogwarts Express thing so explain that."
"Alright." Zayn smirks, eagerly rubbing his hands together. "You've noticed that he makes you all hot and bothered so you're proud not talking to him. But somehow you always manage to get caught up in his messes. Like the whole Sirius Black thing."
"That was an accident brought on by my father."
"What about the Tournament then, huh? You were awful worried about him."
"Only because he was being chased down by an Azkaban escapee!"
"Stop making excuses!" Zayn growls lightly. "If you opened your eyes for two seconds you'd see that you and him are into each other. That's why you let him kiss you last year, you didn't feel bad for him. You're into him."
Not wanting to discuss this anymore, I reach around him and rip my book free of his hold. Ignoring his smug smirk, I flip it back open to the chapter on identifying poisonous potions and continue reading.
~
The sun shimmers off the Black Lake, casting a glow over the cut of Zayn's cheekbones and jaw. I roll my eyes, irritated that no matter where Zayn is sat he seems to always look perfect. In the warmth of the summer, wearing only a black tee-shirt and jeans, he looks like he should be on the cover of The Rolling Stone. In the dungeon, where the lanterns and the lake cast eerie shadows, he looks like he should be the bad boy of a teen romance movie. It's not fair that someone is allowed to look so good all the time.
Puffing out a breath of air, I push my dark hair out of my face and sheild myself in Zayn's shadow. I continue adding the recipe of chemicals the Horan twins asked for that would allow a firework to burn for ten minutes while in motion.
"What are you huffing about?" Zayn questions, squinting at me from under his thick eyelashes.
"S'just hot." I reply, not wanting to tell him that I think he's got a veela somewhere in his line of ancestry.
"You always complain about how cold the dungeons are but now that you're finally getting some warmth, you're still complaining." He tsks. "There's no pleasing ya, is there Jackals?"
"Whatever," I groan but I'm unable to stop the smile pulling at my lips. My favorite thing about Zayn has always been how easily we get on. Since the first train ride to Hogwarts, Zayn's been by my side with a witty comment on the tip of his tongue to follow my sarcastic ones.
"I take it back." Zayn chuckles. "I think I found something that'll please ya."
Not particularly listening to him, I double check the potions book that's laying in the grass. "What's that?"
"Styles and the rest of his 'holier-than-thou' friends are heading over here." I look up at Zayn, ink blotting the parchment I was scribbling on as I push down too hard.
"Fuck," I mumble, hoping it dries quickly. I look up just as Zayn sends a wave towards the gang of Gryffindors that's being led by Harry himself.
"Zayn," Harty greets, nodding. "nice to see ya again. Mind if we sit? The weather's awful nice today."
Zayn shrugs. Harry falls onto the grass next to me, shrugging off his robe and leaving him in just a white button up with his tie falling down his broad chest. Louis, Niall, and Liam do the same.
"Alright?" He ask me. I nod.
"Hi Lily." Liam greets, smiling at me. "How have ya been?"
"I've been good." I say, looking down at my lap to check if the ink dried. Once it has, I begin writing again.
"What have ya got there?" Harry asks, leaning over my shoulder to see what I've been writing.
"S'for Fred and George." I say, lightly nodding towards Niall as if Harry wouldn't know the older Horan boys.
"What is it though?" He pries.
"For their fireworks." I reply simply.
"They're trying to make one that lasts longer and she's got a knack for potions so they asked her for help." Zayn explains, blowing his hair out of his face.
"You're really that good at potions?" Niall asks. Out of the corner of my eye I see Liam elbow him. "Sorry, I just thought Snape gave ya good marks because you're Slytherin."
I ignore him, not really knowing what to say. They've never interacted with Zayn and I like this before. Sometimes Harry would approach me after meals for light conversation but not once has he and his friends sat with us.
"I'm awful at it." Louis tells me, bumping my knee with his foot. "Maybe you could help me out some time?"
"We could have like a group thing!" Liam jumps in. "I need to improve my marks in there too!"
I shut my potions book, setting the parchment on top of it to dry. I meet Liam's eager gaze, trying to keep the confused look off my face.
"The first time you spoke to me was three weeks ago. " I turn to Louis. "You stole my homework last year after I worked on it for a whole night." I look at Niall. "You told the whole school I was petrifying people in Second Year." I look at Harry. "And no matter how much I try to help you, Snape would never give you high marks."
They all give me guilty looks, except for Harry who just nods and looks down at his lap. "This is why everyone tells ya your bitchy." Zayn snorts, elbowing me.
"Yeah ok, Mr. Brooding." I scoff. "I've never seen any fifth year with as many frowning lines as you."
"Least I'm not mean."
"You just implied that I was being a bitch when I was actually being honest." I argue. Zayn shrugs, smirking at me before returning his gaze to the Black Lake.
"Alright," Niall sighs. "We've been dicks to you, especially me, and we're sorry. You're just so scary, it's hard to be friendly with ya."
Zayn snorts as if to trying to say "I told you so."
"Why do you want to be friendly with me anyway?" I ask, choosing to not comment on my "scary" looks.
"We just thought it'd be nice to be friends with you." Harry says softly. "Especially after what happened last year."
I hum, thinking over Harry's words. Just like Zayn, the sun shines through his curly hair and highlights his face. He looks like he's been casted in gold and laid out in a museum. Even squinting into the sun he's gorgeous, dimples sunken in his cheeks. Warmth pools in my stomach but I'll blame it on the heat.
"Technically, I can't tell you what to do." I say, giving Harry a sly look. "So you're free to hang out wherever you want and if I just so happen to be there, then I promise to not be a bitch."
Harry smirks, dimples sinking even more. He gives me a nod, pushing a hand through his messy hair. For a brief second, the scar on his forehead is visible but his hair falls to cover it before I can get a closer look at it.
Louis and Liam begin chatting about some candy they tried last night, making Niall and Harry focus on them. I meet Zayn's gaze, rolling my eyes at his smug smile. It's the same one he gave me after claiming Harry and I fancy each other.
I blow him off, leaning my back against his shoulder so I can listen to Louis speak. I end up watching Harry, admiring the curves of his nose and lips. It's really not fair that someone is allowed to look so fucking good all the time.
~
Sighing heavily at the sight of the defense against the dark arts classroom, I adjust the strap of my bag on my shoulder.
"Let's get this over with." Zayn mutters, glaring at the doorway. I huff out another breath, taking the lead and entering the classroom. I follow the aisle between the desks, faltering when I get to the table Zayn and I usually sit at. In Zayn's seat sits Harry Styles, casually leaning back to speak to Niall, who is sat at their usual table.
"What?" I mumble, looking back at Zayn. He rolls his eyes, stomping his feet and taking the seat next to Niall. I fall into the seat next to Harry, slamming my text book onto the desk a little too loud.
Harry looks to me with a concerned furrow in his brow. "Alright Lily?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." I mumble, placing my forehead in my palm to try and will away the blush that's creeping up my neck and burning my ears.
"Ya don't look fine lovie." Harry says quietly. He turns his body towards me, knee knocking into my thigh and warming my skin. "What's wrong?"
"I just didn't sleep well." I sigh, chest feeling heavy as my mind replays the nightmare I had last night.
"Bad dream?"
I nod, rubbing my knuckle into my eye without even thinking about the mascara I probably smeared everywhere.
"Want to talk about it?"
Yawning gently, I meet Harry's eyes through my blurry gaze and give him a closed lip smile, shaking my head.
Harry nods, sympathy etched into every corner of his handsome face. Umbridge enters the classroom and I don't hesitate to lie my head on my arms and fall into a nap-like state as she drones on. I'm on the verge of actually falling asleep, my body heavy and numb but mind still aware when someone clears their throat, the sound akin to that of a frog.
Sighing in irritation, I lift my head to find none other than Umbridge glaring down at me, her ugly pink bow casting a shadow over her eyes.
"Hello professor," I smile innocently. "love the bow. I hear Voldemort has a green one, do you guys trade off every once in awhile?"
Snickers break out across the room, Harry's being the most prominent. My lips quirk up into a proud smirk.
"Why are you sleeping in my class?"
"I'm just preparing for all the sitting and waiting I'll be doing when the Death Eaters are torturing me." I deadpan. "Since, you know, I'm not learning to cast spells or anything."
"As I've said before," Umbridge hisses, her lips twisted into an overly kind smile. "there is no dark magic waiting for you out there. He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named is gone!"
I hum, thoughtfully. "Maybe I should call up Diggorey and ask him. Oh wait," I fake a gasp. "I can't because Voldemort killed him."
Once again, snicker echo throughout the otherwise silent room.
"Detention Ms. Jackals." Umbridge grits, already turning on her obnoxiously pink heels and storming away.
Sighing, I grab my bag off the floor and sling it over my shoulder. "See ya Harry." I mutter, climbing out of my seat and grabbing my book. I turn to look at Zayn.
I tap my knuckles on his textbook. "Good luck, Z."
I make my way through the desks, mind foggy as I think of returning to Slytherin common room for a much needed nap before my detention. I'm almost to the doorway when Umbridge calls out my name again.
I turn on my heel to look at her, faking a smile.
"Where do you think you're going?"
I nudge my thumb in the direction of the doorway behind me. "Figured I'd go prepare for the mental anguish that is writing lines."
"One of these days, that smart mouth of yours will get you in a lot of trouble."
I smirk, tossing my textbook into the trash next to the door with a loud thump. "I'm counting on it."
Ignoring Umbridge's glare, I spin around and exit the room, smiling at the thought of my pillowy bed waiting for me.
~
The painful throbbing behind my eyes does nothing to dull the stinging of Umbridge's lines on the back of my hand. After three hours of writing lines, the quill scratching the letters into the back of my hand, Umbridge had given up on my lack of tears and now even more heavily instilled attitude towards her.
I drag my feet away from her office, hand clenching and unclenching, reveling in the brief half a second that it goes numb. The corridor is dark, the candle lights casting shadows across the walls. A few feet ahead, nose stuck in a book sits a familiar boy with familiar floppy curls.
My lips quirk up into a grateful smile when I spot him. He's changed out of his robes, now clad in a dark green hoodie and a pair of tight black jeans. His usual brown boots sit on his feet, the toe of his left one curling into his right one.
"Harry?" I ask even though I know it's him. His head snaps up, eyes lighting up when he sets his gaze on me. He shuts his book, placing it on the bench next to him and clambering to his feet.
He meets me halfway down the hallway, his pace quicker than usual. As soon as I'm in arm's length, he's reaching for my hands. Out of instinct, I tug my left one back and tuck it behind me.
Frowning, Harry tugs me closer by my left hand. "Let me see it, lovie." He urges, free hand slipping around my waist and hooking his fingers around my wrist. I let him pull my hand forward, focusing on the candle burning against the wall so I don't have to look at the disappointment on his face as he reads the words written in blood.
I must respect Umbridge and her big, fat mouth
His thumb tickles over the unwounded part of my hand. He lets out a tiny laugh, so quiet I wouldn't have heard it if it weren't for how closely were standing to each other.
"I'm assuming that's not what she asked you to write?"
"Technically it is." I answer. "I just added my own touch. If I'm going to scar, might as well personalize it."
He drops my right hand, instead cupping the back of my neck in his warm palm. I shiver at his touch, meeting his gaze. His eyes, mossy and mysterious as the Forbidden Forest, watch me intently with a sort of warmth that I can feel bubbling in my stomach.
"You're too much." He whispers, squeezing my neck softly.
"It's my specialty." I grin, nudging my shoe against his.
"Lucky you're cute," He murmurs, dimples sinking into the plushy part of his cheeks. I find myself dreaming of pressing my lips into them.
"Why's that?"
"I'd be biting your head off for antagonizing her if it weren't for how sweet you look right now."
Humming, I let my body fall into his and tuck my nose into the thick column of his throat. He smells of cinnamon and pine with a hint of campfire and it makes my toes curl.
"Do you not like being seen with me?"
His words take me by surprise, his voice still soft but not as confident as before. I wrap my free arm around his waist, shaking my head softly.
"I just don't want the drama that will instill if we tell everyone. " I say, keeping my answer vague. I don't exactly want to tell him that I'm afraid of the way my father will treat him if he finds out.
Harry stays silent. I pull back enough to look at him, knocking my lips against the bottom of his chin. "Think of all the shit we'll get from our houses. I'd like to enjoy being snuggled up to you without Kane or Parkinson biting our heads off."
"Wouldn't it be worth it?" Harry asks, using his chin to gently nudge me to look up at him. "Getting to hold your hand all the time? Walk ya to class? Know I'd take good care of you, lovie."
"I know." I respond immediately. One of the first things that drew me to Harry was how kind he is. Whether it be the fact that I didn't receive this kind of protection at home growing up or if I'm just a sucker for Harry, doesn't matter because I love how open I feel when it's just him and I.
"Will you think about it?" He breathes, breath fanning over my blushing cheeks. "For me?"
I nod, blinking sluggishly when he leans closer to me and pecks his lips between my eyes. "Thank you Lily."
"Of course." I whisper, leaving my eyes shut as he pecks the tip of my nose. "Anything for you, H."
My breath catches in my chest, finally feeling his lips mesh with mine for a tender kiss that makes my chest ache for more. I let my eyes flutter open when he pulls away, meeting his dopey gaze and realizing how utterly fucked I am when I notice his hoodie brings out the darkest green of his eyes, but standing in the empty corridor, wrapped up in him I don't care what my father or anyone else has to say about us.
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And I'll Take It All, I Need Some More
Title: And I'll Take It All, I Need Some More
Pairing: Alexander Albon/Max Verstappen
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: ~ 5k
Tags: Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Omega!Max, Alpha!Alex
Summary: There’s this underlying feeling, this power rippling through them that’s all Alpha instincts and it’s somehow the same with all of them. Instincts connecting with instincts, Alpha and omega, some primal power running through all of them.
A/N:
Sooo I finally finished the first part of what will hopefully become a verse (fingers crossed 🤞 I don't end up abandoning this one, because I love it too much already). It's a/o/b or omegaverse, whatever you wanna call it, so hopefully you guys like it (I've got lots of plans for this verse).
A few things to know, omegas go into heat every 3 months (so 4 times a year). There are suppressors to help ease them that are very common, there are also blockers which aren't commonly used and aren't very good for the person taking them. Omegas aren't really looked down upon anymore, it's 2019, but there will always be dickheads *cough J*s Verstappen *cough*.
Another thing I added that might not be standard omegaverse stuff is the flashing eyes. I only really mention the Alpha eyes flashing red, but the beta eyes flash yellow and omega eyes blue (I'm an ex-Teen Wolf fan okay shush).
Anyways I hope you guys enjoy this one, please let me know what you guys think of it in the comments 🤗
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He feels it start when they’re driving around the track on the driver’s parade. The flames of his heat starting to lick at his feet, making sweat start to break out on his neck and his face flush from more than the cold air they’re driving through. A wave of nausea washes over him and he has to grab hold of the back of the car to keep himself upright. Worst of all he can feel slick starting to trickle out of him.
They turn a corner and he can see the Alpha driver twist his head around a little towards him, nose twitching, as the change in direction wafts his scent right at him. He feels his face flush even more as his instincts pick up the driver’s Alpha scent, making him itch to get closer to this random stranger who he’s never seen before today. He needs to get out of this car, to find somewhere to hide away and try to take care of this, but they’re only halfway around the 7 kilometer long track.
His mind flashes towards the container of pills he threw into his washbag on Thursday morning, the pills he’d forgotten to take last night. How could he have been so stupid, forgetting to take his pills on a race weekend when he knew his heat was due any day. Fuck. Yesterday had fucked him up though, the shockwave going through the paddock and the awful feeling plummeting into his stomach when the dreadful news had broken, making him feel sick to his stomach, his mind focussed on anything but the pills.
They continue onto the track, his hand waving at the orange crowds around it on auto-pilot as he tries to keep a needy sound from escaping this mouth. By now there’s actual sweat dripping from his brow and his skin feels like it’s burning, making him want to itch at it and dig his nails deep into his skin. He needs… he doesn’t even know, he just needs. God it had been so long since he’d had a proper heat, the last one subdued by heat suppressing pills since it had also fallen on a race weekend, making the Canadian grand prix nothing much to write home about for him. And now he was stuck here driving around a race track that he would need to be racing on in less than two hours, his heat setting in fully.
He doesn’t really know how he makes it back to his driver room without getting stopped by people, he just remembers the heavy feeling of Jake’s hand on his shoulder as he lead him through the paddock back to the Red Bull energy station. The tall Alpha looking at him with concerned eyes as Max had closed the door to his room in his face. He didn’t want Jake there, he wouldn’t ruin the bond they had build so carefully over the years, wouldn’t use Jake like that, even though he knew Jake would help him if he asked.
His pants are soaking wet by now and sticking to his body uncomfortably. He lets out a noise somewhere between a groan and a moan as he feels another rush of slick spill from his hole, the need for an Alpha to fill him up starting to actually hurt now. He rummages through his backpack and then his closet to look for a forgotten toy, anything to ease off his heat, but he comes up empty handed. He realises he will need to go and ask Vicky or Jake to help him get something, as if all of this wasn’t embarrassing enough already. An adult omega forgetting to take his pills and then also forgetting anything to sort out the heat by himself? He was so fucking stupid.
“Fuuuuuck!” He shouts as his fist connects with the wall, the pain in his hand taking his mind off of the heat burning through him for a few blissful seconds. Seconds is all it gives him though and soon enough he’s back to tugging at his own hair in frustration. How could he have been so stupid.
After a few more minutes of kicking himself mentally and actually tugging a few hairs loose from his head in frustration he finally gets himself together enough to get up and search for some poor staff member that would need to deal with Max fucking Verstappen in a heat not even two hours before the race was about to start. Before he can get to the door though he hears a knock, soft but determined.
“What?!” He asks, not even caring how rude he sounds.
“It’s me, can I come in?” He hears the soft spoken voice of Alex come through the door. His new teammate, the teammate who he barely knew yet, or at least barely knew as an adult... his new teammate who was also an Alpha. He couldn’t let Alex in, not when he was like this, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. It’s not like this never happened between teammates, hell it wouldn’t be the first time he’d let a teammate help him during his heat, but this wasn’t Daniel. Daniel who he’d gotten to know properly, who he’d learned to trust, who had helped him feel comfortable in his own skin, with being an omega.
“Max?” He hears Alex speak up again, the Alpha sounding a little unsure now. His instincts were screaming at him to open up the door for Alex, another wave of heat washing over him, and before he knew it his hand was on the doorknob, twisting it round to open up the door for Alex. The Thai driver turns around from where he was about to leave and looks at him a little shocked, as if he hadn’t expected Max to actually open the door for him. Max casts his eyes to the ground quickly, not wanting to make eye contact, and turns around back into his room.
“Max what’s wrong? I heard you shout from my room.”
“Don’t give me that Alex, you fucking know what’s wrong or do you need your nose checked?!”
“Max.”
“Just… can you just go and get Jake or Vicky.”
“Max,” Alex says again, voice calm and steady.
“Please Alex, please don’t make me embarrass myself in front of you any more and just go and get one of them, they’ll know what to do,” Max says with a defeated sigh, the clock is ticking down to the race start and he really needs to deal with this goddamn heat any minute now if he wants to make it to the starting grid in any sort of fit enough state. He lets himself sink down onto the sofa, drawing his legs up to hug them close, to try and give himself any form of comfort. He knows it won’t do anything, knows that it’s the comfort of an Alpha he needs instead.
He looks up at where Alex is still standing, finally making eye contact with his new teammate, the look of concern in his dark eyes only making him feel more embarrassed. His gaze doesn’t waver though as he looks right at Alex and begs him with his eyes to please just do as he’d asked. His teammate doesn’t budge though, instead moves to sit next to him on the sofa, the gentle hand he’s reaching out to Max making him flinch away.
“Look Max, I know this is awkward. We barely know each other anymore, I know that, but I also know that toys will never be able to make you deal with this heat, not enough for you to be able to race, you don’t have enough time.” He sees Alex glance at his watch, the hands of the clock now ticking over to quarter past two. That gives him 45 minutes at the most, probably less with people wanting to get him for an interview before the race starts and the anthem, the minute of silence. He can feel himself get slightly delirious from the heat, his head throbbing so much it’s starting to make him see double. He really needs to do something and he can feel his body start to shift towards Alex involuntarily. He nods slowly, a whimper falling from his lips as he finally gives in and softly whispers, “Okay.”
“Okay, okay uhm,” Alex mumbles, as if he hadn’t actually expected Max to agree and isn’t sure how to go on now. He’s twisting his hands together nervously, his eyes flitting over Max’s face as he tries to decide what to do next. And Max can’t be dealing with that now, just needs to get this over with already, so he leans in quickly, his mouth finding Alex’s, drawing a surprised sound from the Alpha. It’s enough though, enough to kick him into action, instincts taking over as his fingers twist into the short strands of Max’s hair. The kiss is over before it can even really start though, Alex’s eyes flashing red for a second as his hands grip at Max’s waist, twisting him round easily.
“Fuck yes,” he can’t help but moan, God he’s so far gone by now, but just the Alpha scent of Alex filling his nostrils is enough to ease his heat a little. His mind focussed now, headache gone almost instantly as he feels Alex’s hands work at the buttons of his shorts. They’re a bit of a struggle to pull down, with how sweaty they’ve become, but eventually they find their way to around his knees. Far enough. Alex’s hands feel ice cold on his overheated skin, a welcome reprieve that he can’t help but press back against.
Next thing he knows Alex’s thumb his rubbing over his hole, the Alpha clearly not messing about as he presses it into him slow but determined. There’s barely any resistance, his hole so slick now that Alex could probably just slide in already. He doesn’t though, instead he twists his thumb back out, only for him to fill him back up with three of his long fingers. It feels so fucking good, the stretch of Alex’s fingers scissoring into him making him whimper, wanting more.
“Come on,” he urges, pressing his body back against Alex’s fingers. They don’t have time to faff about, the ticking of his Tag Heuer watch loud in his ears, making him well aware of the time progressing.
“Yeah, yeah,” Alex murmurs, sounding a little annoyed about getting bossed about, in full Alpha mode by now. The sound of his belt getting undone echoes loudly through the room, clanking to the floor even louder. Then there’s the distinct crinkle of a condom wrapper and fuck he’d almost forgotten, his instincts screaming out at him to stop Alex from using it, but however much his instincts are begging for pups he’s glad that Alex has got enough sense of mind left to realise that that is the furthest thing that either of them want to happen right now. His screaming instincts are quickly shut up though when he feels the head of Alex’s cock press against him, sinking in slowly as his body gives way to it.
For some reason his ears are ringing as Alex slides home, his own delirious moans sounding faraway, his fingers tingling so much that he barely feels the leathery sofa underneath his grip. God he’d forgotten how overwhelming this is, half a year without getting properly fucked by an Alpha during his heat, synapses firing all over his body as it overwhelms his senses. The mixture of Alpha and omega scents filtering in through his nose is pungent as they stink up the whole fucking room, pheromones going haywire.
Alex slides out just as easily as he’d slid in, his cock dragging at his insides perfectly, holding still for a few seconds to tease the whine from Max’s lips, before he presses right back in again. He knows what he’s doing, his own instincts getting satisfied just as much as Max’s right now. He picks up the pace quickly, the sound of skin slapping against skin obscene with how sweaty they already are, the slick dribbling down his thighs only making it worse. He closes his eyes, taking away one of his overwhelmed senses to fully focus on the feeling of Alex thrusting into him. On the short little burst of air falling from his lips in soft grunts, the strong grip of his hands on his hips, nails digging into flesh.
It’s somehow both altogether different from how it was with Dan, or Nico… Charles, yet also the same. There’s this underlying feeling, this power rippling through them that’s all Alpha instincts and it’s somehow the same with all of them. Instincts connecting with instincts, Alpha and omega, some primal power running through all of them. He used to hate it, hate how he didn’t have those same instincts, but instead these instincts that made him feel weak and useless. Because that’s what omegas were right? That’s what he was taught growing up, an omega was just a hole for an Alpha to fill. A body to bring pups into the world and take care of them, nothing more.
The day he’d presented as an omega he’d felt like his life was over, the disgust in his father’s eyes as his nose had picked up the sweet omega scent coming from him. His son an omega? That couldn’t be right, that’s not how it was supposed to be. He hadn’t said a single word to him then, had just continued to drive the highway they were on until they came to a gas station. The door slamming closed a little to harshly as he told Max to wait. The box of heat-blockers flung at him as he’d returned to the car.
It had taken him years to come to terms with being an omega. Years of being told not to mention it, not to be proud of it like the young Alphas and betas around him. It didn’t change when he got into Formula One either, the only other omega around him, Helmut, so ashamed of it that he became cruel to the people around him. It didn’t change until Daniel, the Australian Alpha making him see that there was nothing wrong with being an omega. That it didn’t mean he was weak. Pointing out to him that he’d made it into F1 at age 17, that he’d already won a race. Reminding him that Lewis was a multiple World Championship winner as well as an omega, when Max had told him he’d just gotten lucky that day in Spain.
It was what made him throw the box of blockers into the garbage bin, to let his body fall back onto his natural biology after years and years of blocking it. Using only the occasional suppressors to deal with his heats whenever they clashed with races nowadays, that is if he remembered to fucking take them. They didn’t block the heat completely, but they stopped him from ending up like this… getting fucked by his teammate minutes before the race was about to start, heat coursing through his body.
Alex’s hand twists into the navy blue Red Bull shirt sticking to his back, pulling on it roughly as he thrusts into him, pulling Max from his thoughts at the same time. He’s strong, you wouldn’t be able to tell from first glance with that lanky frame, but he’s strong. The grip on the shirt strong enough to pull Max’s upper body towards him, the collar of the shirt digging into throat. The restriction of air only making him feel more delirious, the wanton sound falling from his lips getting choked up.
God it feels so good, Alex’s thrusts so deep now, filling him nice and good. He clenches his ass around Alex’s cock tightly, drawing a low groan from the Alpha, the grip of his hand on his hip becoming stronger, whilst the other tugs at the now ruined shirt hard, pulling him fully up from the sofa. He stretches out his fingers but they barely graze the leather, as more air is taken from him. His moans are starting to sound raspy, his head feeling lightheaded from more than just the heat, and just as he thinks Alex will continue like this until he passes out he feels a strong arm wrap around his chest, pulling him back against Alex’s torso as the noose of cotton around his throat releases.
“Breathe Max,” he speaks softly, his lips brushing against his ear. He gasps in big gulps of air, feeling the blood rush to his head as oxygen fills his lungs again. He blinks open his eyes, the fluorescent light of the room harsh against his blown pupils, and takes in the room around them. So ordinary, the driver’s room the same as it had been at all the other European races, walls made of wood like everywhere in the Holzhaus, no more soundproof than the plaster walls from previous years. God everyone would know and if they hadn’t heard they would smell it all over them, the fucking room reeked of sex, of them.
He was getting close now, his cock painfully hard and bouncing up into his stomach with each of Alex’s thrusts. He could hear the Alpha’s noises so clearly now, every little hitch of breath and choked up moan falling right into his ear, telltale signs that he was getting close as well.
“No knot,” he manages to get out between moans as he feels Alex’s knot starts to press against his gaping hole. And not even his instincts are protesting his words this time, they don’t have the time nor the trust for knotting.
“I know, I know,” Alex soothes, his thrusts shorter now, more deliberate as he makes sure not to thrust too far into Max. His hand feels like fire when it grips around Max’s cock, the touch enough to tip him over the edge he’d been hanging on for so long, the noise falling from his lips somewhere between a moan and a sob as he paints the navy blue shirt with specks of pearly white. He feels Alex’s moan more than hears it, his face pressed into the crook on Max’s neck as his hips jerk forward uncoordinated as he fills up the condom.
The room feels eerily quiet then, only the sound of their heavy breathing filling the space, the buzzing in his head finally gone. Sweat actually cooling his body now as he slowly emerges from the fog of his heat. He feels Alex press a soft kiss against his neck before his strong arms disentangle from around his chest, pulling out slowly, a hiss falling from Max’s lips as he does so. He guides Max’s body back towards to sofa, making sure to twist him round and onto his back.
“You okay?” Alex asks as he looks down on him, his usually so soft voice rough now. His dark hair is matted with sweat and sticking to his forehead, his own navy blue team shirt sticking to his chest.
“Yeah. Fuck I can finally think normally again,” he breathes out, before following it up with a soft, “Thanks.”
Alex is about to speak, mouth open already to start forming a response, when there’s a knock on the door. “Max, you need to get ready for the race now.”
He glances at the watch on his wrist, quarter to three the hands point out for him, fuck they had really cut it close. “Coming!” he shouts back once he’s found his voice again. He starts to tug the ruined shirt over his head, pushing the shorts down as he hastily scrabbles for his nomex shirt and bottoms, before he realises Alex is still there.
“Uhm.”
“I should probably go as well. Good luck out there.”
“Yeah you to.”
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He’s out by the first corner, a risky move to try and make up for yet another shit start and here he is, back at the garage his car parked into the barrier of Eau Rouge. He could’ve just forfeited the race instead, save Alex the hassle on his debut weekend, God it’s all just so fucked up.
He sees Vicky walk up to him from the corner of his eye, a sympathetic smile on her face. “You wanna face that lot out there right now or wait for later?”
He can already feel his heat start to build up inside of him again, the adrenaline from the race seeping away from him quickly and knows he should probably just go and face the music right now while he’s still got his wits about. “Let’s just get it over with now,” he sighs.
He tries to rush through his answers as quick as possible, repeating the same words for each new microphone pressed under his nose. He feels sweat start break out on his back, the heat starting to swirl in his belly again. It isn’t as bad as before, but he can still feel his fireproofs getting clammy against his skin.
He’s shuffling along towards the next journalist, the yellow microphone indicating the German broadcasting company and he mentally switches to German, before giving the reporter a quick nod and it’s only a split second, but as his head angles back up again his eyes focus in on the way the guy’s nose twitches. Shit. Does he smell it, surely he must, even with the scent of motor oil and fuel the sweet scent of his pheromones will be noticable.
He sees it happen at the next nameless person with a microphone, the twitch of their nose, the small stutter in their question as they realise what it is their nose has picked up. And God they will already be drawing their conclusions, even though none of them ask him about it he can already see the headlines. Max Verstappen crashes out of home grand prix because of heat. Verstappen can’t control heat, takes out Räikkönen with him. Should omegas be allowed to race when they’re in heat? The consequences of not taking suppressors.
“I need to get out of here,” he manages to gasp out at Vicky, he needs to get away from the eyes boring into him and twitching noses. The beta woman’s nose twitches as well, before a tight smile spreads over her face and she stops the recorder. He has to stop himself from running away from the press pen, ignoring the cries of his name as he leaves without answers for some of them.
All of a sudden breathing becomes difficult, anxious thoughts flooding his mind to take the focus away from the basic task. He barely manages a few steps away from the media pen and its ever present following eyes, before he stumbles and collapses against the wall. He can’t breathe, his chest heaving rapidly to try and grant him little bursts of precious oxygen, but it isn’t enough, not enough to stop his vision from going fuzzy around the edges. He can vaguely hear someone talking to him, but their words are a jumbled mess to his ringing ears. God how could he have been so stupid? This fucking day just keeps getting better and better. A dumb little omega forgetting his pills, using his teammate and then still crashing out? A fucking disappointment is what he is, a useless piece of omega ass that should never have been allowed in this prestigious sport. He should never have let Daniel convince him to stop the blockers, he wouldn’t have been in this fucking mess if he’d just listened to his asshole of a father.
His mind is spiralling out of control further and further, the lack of oxygen making him lightheaded, his body sagging to the floor as he tries to blink the black away from his eyes, when there’s a heavy hand on his shoulder. It’s so cold, icy against his overheating skin and he can’t help but whimper, leaning into the touch more, trying to nuzzle his face into it.
“Max, breathe. Come on mate, breathe for me.” The words filter through the ringing in his ears, the familiar lilt of Jake’s voice giving him something to focus on. He doesn’t know where the Brit had come from, but he’s glad for his presence, the heavy weight of his hand still there as he lets out another whimper before gasping in a lungful of air, blinking away the black in front of his eyes slowly until Jake’s face becomes clear. “That’s it,” Jake says with a wry smile, worry still clear in his eyes.
“Sorry,” he mumbles, trying to push himself up from the ground quickly, which only makes him woozy again, stumbling into Jake’s hold. He glances around, as much as he can with Jake’s height advantage over him, but no one seems to pay them any attention, a few people are rushing across the paddock, but most of them are off somewhere to watch the race. He lets himself nuzzle into Jake’s chest for a few seconds, letting the strong Alpha scent wash over him to help settle him again.
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He’s looking at the TV playing the podium ceremony with a dazed look, the podium song sounding wrong as it’s being played without the flowing of champagne, there’s sweat cooling on his body as he drops the dildo to the floor, limbs heavy now that he’s come again, body spend.
He’d made his way back to the Holzhaus with Jake’s careful hand on his back guiding him, his footing still a little unsteady. Jake had brought the toy over, handing over the nondescript box with a stoic expression after Max had clung to him a little too desperately as he’d tried to leave Max’s driver room. The door closing had echoed through his brain loudly, heat out in full swing again. He’d sat himself down on the sofa, opening the box to reveal the almost comically large toy with a sigh. God did he hate the fact he couldn’t just take his pills now, the chemicals in them of no use to him now that his heat had already started, he’d just have to deal with it, so with another sigh he had pushed his fireproofs down and got on with it, the sound of F1 cars still driving around mocking him from the TV mounted on the wall.
There’s a soft knock on the door now, accompanied by a quiet It’s me just like earlier today. He debates on whether he wants to let Alex in, he’s settled his heat for at least another hour or so, the discarded toy having done its job well enough. It’s different from being with an Alpha, doesn’t satisfy his needs as much or as long, but it does the job.
“Max?” Alex’s voice breaks through the door again, he’s not one to give up easily Max has come to find. He sighs, knows he might as well let him in.
“Just a sec!” He calls back, quickly pulling on a pair of shorts and throwing the sticky toy into his bag at the other side of the room. Tugging a clean shirt over his head as well he walks over to the door, opening it up to grant Alex access. He can see Alex’s nose twitch, eyes flashing red for just a second as he takes everything in. The room reeks of him, pheromones and sweat, and he’s sure he looks a mess still even with the clean clothes that smell strongly of laundry detergent.
“Hi,” Alex says once he’s closed the door behind him, an unsure smile playing on his face as he drops himself onto the sofa next to Max. “Uhm, I was… Are you... are you okay? I heard what happened.”
Of course he did, surely the whole fucking team would know by name, maybe even other people… the press. He could already feel the anxiety trying to worm its way back into his brain, his face flushing. He was never really an anxious person, sure he’d get some nerves before the race but they’d sink away as soon as the engine revved underneath him and he’d made it through the first corner unscathe, but other than that he never really felt anxiety and the words from the press had started to wash off his back long ago. It was different with this heat though, his body raging with hormones making it harder to control his emotions and making anxiety nip at his brain. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the useless thoughts floating through his mind.
“I’m fine.” He says impassive, making it clear to Alex he doesn’t want to talk about it.
“You really scared Vicky there. She wanted to come and check up on you actually, but I said I would, that maybe it’d help, you know,” he finishes off gesturing awkwardly between the two of them, before rushing out to say, “We don’t have to of course.”
Max laughs a little wryly, “Thank, but uhm I already took care of that.” He could feel his face flush again, scratching at his head awkwardly.
“Right okay. Uhm I guess I should go again then,” Alex says, already getting back up from the sofa again, only stopping when he feels Max’s hand grab hold of his wrist.
“Can you stay? Just a little while, maybe play some FIFA or something before we get kicked out when they have to break all this down,” he says softly, his body exhausted from this crazy day, but also craving the closeness of an Alpha, even if it was just to sit with him. He’d be dealing with this heat for at least another 30 hours, but right now he just wanted the comfort, to have Alex’s Alpha scent sooth his needs like a hug.
“Sure,” Alex says, a knowing smile on his face as Max hands him a controller and settles back onto the sofa close to him, their skin touching.
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Sleepless nights part 2
Who knew that after a few months of Jeremy staying at my house I'd start develope feeling for him. Sure, he'd be really flirtatious but thats just Jeremy.
"You know he likes you right?" Michael whispered beside me. School had just recently started back up due to the weather. So much snow! "No he doesn't. Thats just his personality." I scoffed at him. I really wish he did though.
I turned and exited the conversation slowly when i tripped and fell. "OWW!" I yelled. I landed on my knee. It didnt help that my right knee was already messed up. Now I'll be back in the stupid brace for weeks.
Time passes and its time for theater. Weird, Jeremy wasnt there. Oh well.
"Art thou gone so? love, lord, ay, husband, friend!
I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
For in a minute there are many days:
O, by this count I shall be much in years
Ere I again behold my Romeo!"
I read aloud. I know Romeo and Juliet. Typical high school play. I was cast as the role of juliet and to no surprise Jeremy was Romeo. It felt almost unnerving to be his love Interest. I went home an hour later, after staying to practice. When i got home i confonted Jeremy. "Hey, why werent you at school?" I asked. School is always boring without him. "I just needed to think, but the real question i have is why are you limping?" Confuson plastered on his face. Being completely honest i forgot about my knee sure it hurts but i didnt realize i had a limp. "i fell before history." The worst class so my pain didnt make it any better. "Youve always been extremely clumsy." He stated as got up to grab my brace off my dresser. "And to honest." He paused. "Its kinda cute. A blush apparent on his face and probably mine to. "I wish i wasnt. It'd be nice to go out without some kind of injury." He helped me put on my brace and helped me up. The familiar feeling coming back to me. We stayed at home rehearsing our lines for the rest of the day. The next day at school Jeremy stayed really close to me to watch over my knee. As the classes passed theater came and today was the iconic balcony kiss. I really wish i wasn't so nervous about it. "Dont worry Y/N, its just a kiss." I thought to myself. "With someone you really like, maybe even love." My hands started shaking and breathing became difficult. My vision stared to fade and i ran out of the room before blacking out completely. Y/N? Are you okay? I heard someone ask. Slowly everything came back into my vision. "What happened?" I asked slowly. Jeremy was infront of me and began explaing that I blacked out. I started crying after that. "Im an idiot." i said between sobs. Letting myself freak out about something that will never happen. "I'm sorry, tell everyone I'm not feeling good and that I'm going home. I gave him a goodbye hug and ran out of the building. I ran faster than i ever have. I unlocked my door and threw myself on the bed and sobbed until nightfall. Jeremy woke me up thr next morning early. "Lets get some coffee before school." I agreed to it. Got dressed, brushed my teeth, and said put on my knee brace. We got to the school and i brought jeremy to the theater so we could practice since we both got a free period.
"Romeo, Romeo, where fort art thou Romeo?
I questioned and we continued practice the kiss was about to happen and i got my self mentally prepared.
We leaned in and our lips met. It felt as electricity was flowing through us. We pulled apart and he forgot his lines after that.
"Im sorry, but I've wanted to do that ever since i met you in the park a few months ago and you let me stay with you."
I kissed him again. This one was more drawn out and more passionate. "Jeremy i've had the biggest crush on you since 7th grade. I love everything about you. One more kiss was shared then we parted was to go to class. I couldnt really focus all i could do was think of was the kiss. Yhe class passes and its time for the one of the last practices before our performance. Onve again the kiss happened and in the background i could hear Mr. Reyes awwing. "That was really good you guys. I could feel the emotions you showed. Really impressive! We thanked him and began walking home considering drama was our last class. We walked through the park that we officially met at. We sat at the swings talking. A few hours passed and it was soon getting dark. I looked down at my phone, 10:17. "I think we should head back to the house its getting late. He nodded and we began to walk back. We decided to stay up watching movies on the couch. 3 movies passed and i looked over and jeremy was asleep. So peaceful and fragile. I kissed him on the cheek before heading off to bed. As an hour past i found myself restless. Sleep was something that wasn't in my vocabulary. I got up and headed out for my normal spot. The park. Since no one was out i took is an opertunity to let some emotions out the only way i knew how to. Drawing. I grabbed my sketchbook and began drawing the surrounding areas along with a little personal touch. Two people sharing a kiss by the tree. "I knew I'd find you out here." I jumped out of my thoughts and quickly closed my book. "Oh hey Jer." I said. "You should be asleep, go back inside." I told him. "So should you." He replied back. He held out his hand which i accepted. He led me back to the house and i got in bed putting sketchbook on the dresser next to the bed, and fell asleep. Jeremy was still getting ready for bed and took a look through my journal and saw the sketch i did earlier. He was in awe of the drawing. He couldnt take it anymore. He woke me up and before i could question his lips were on mine. He kissed me with as much passion he could muster up. We pulled apart and finally spoke. "I saw the drawing. I looked, i shouldn't have but i did." I shot up immediately after. I grabbed my skethchbook and held it tight. "Not cool Jer!" I whined. "Is that the only thing you saw?" I asked giving up any secrets i had. "Yeah thats all i saw. Is there more?" He asked. I nodded and found a page at the back of the book and read it to him.
"As life progresses, I'm bound to make mistakes, to see hard times. Every low comes with a high. Somewhere in the future i'll see what I can truly be. I may be scared and a little doubtful, but in the long run I know I'll be ok.
I knew that when i met you i knew who i was. Everything was clear. I wasnt scared of anything else but losing you. I see nothing but hope now that i have you. I love you more than anything."
He hugged me right after listening to that. "Do you really feel that way." I nodded and grabbed his hands. "I always have." I leaned over and kissed him again. "Promise me you won't look through my stuff anymore?" I asked him. "I promise but you should teach me how to draw cause youre incredibly talented." I smiled at him and layed back down. "Good night Jeremy. I love you." I told him before falling asleep. "Good night Y/N, i love you too. He replied pulling me against him. He pressed one last kiss to my forehead before he fell asleep.
After a day full of confessions and love. It was anything but a sleepless night.
This is the brace I had. I don't know where I put it. Every other brace I have is horrible compared to this one.
@broke-ass-potterhead I hope you enjoy! 💙
#jeremy heere x reader#bmc jeremy#jeremy heere#bmc squip#bmc musical#bmc michael#bmc au#bmc#micheal mell#imagine#im happy#so cute
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Weekend Fun
Clare:'s grin widened when Dakota promised to hold her hand. When he kissed her cheek in return, Clare waited a beat before she leaned in again and pressed her lips to his other cheek. "I don't know if we should make a habit of this. My other friends might get jealous that I don't kiss them." She whispered teasingly. Clare looked at Dallas when he spoke to her. It was strange how identical they were and yet Clare didn't feel the need to do a double take to make sure who was who. Maybe the secret Stacy had learned about how to tell them apart was as simple knowing which twin gave her butterflies. "Aww. That is the cutest first crush story. Should I be concerned Dakota's going to eat me if I wear lip gloss or perfume that smells like food?" She giggled. "It's okay you guys. I wanted to marry a fictional character, or two, or three." Clare smiled at Dallas. "I think you're right though. The only way I can compete with food is to learn how to cook. Maybe I should take a class. Right now I only know how to make easy stuff like pasta and a few desserts." She shrugged and cast a sidelong glance at Dakota. "True. They're getting a good deal. Homework help and your matchmaking skills. You must hang out there a lot if you're watching shows too." Clare shook her head at Ash. "Well, I'm glad he's not a horn dog. Those are the kind of guys who cause me to avoid the gym. Girls should be able to exercise without being put on display." It made her like Dakota more. Clare wanted a cute relationship with lots of hand holding, kisses, cuddles, and hugs. She needed someone she felt comfortable around, who wouldn't be pressuring her for more. Clare was happy after their kiss especially once it was settled they'd make sure they really wanted to become a couple before making their relationship official. She smiled as she watched Dakota interact with Emi while she ate the pieces of onion. Clare rubbed his hand with her thumb. "I'd love to." She decided keeping her voice low too so no one could hear them. She smiled at him and took a sip of her soda. Clare wanted to kiss Dakota again as well but not in front of his family.
Kota: chuckled when Clare kissed his other cheek and looked at her. "My other friends may get jealous too. I don't kiss them the way I kiss you." he whispered and pressed their lips together before slowly sliding his tongue into her mouth a few times before pulling apart. He laughed as Clare mentioned him eating her and looked at her. "No, but if your perfume smells like food, I'd probably try to lick it off you or something and kiss your lip gloss off, but if someone else wore it, I'd probably go buy food." he assured and listened to her mention cooking. "I can teach you, I know how to make some things and you wouldn't need to cook for me, I'd be getting spoiled." he assured. "Emi draws for me, you want to cook for me, my girls are spoiling me." he smiled and kissed her cheek. Hearing her mention the gym, he shrugged. "We're on display too. I mean I get hot and have to take my shirt off especially if my trainer decides to make me run laps granted he takes his shirt and runs with me. Girls will follow and sit on the stands." he sighed. "The few girls he does know only sit there to wait for him, others just watch and half the time we don't know if they're waiting for the track or not." Ash sighed. "I once had a girl ask if she can shower with me. Kota's lucky that he just has to glare at them and they leave him alone. They're so superficial there." Ash added. "I bring Emi now since they have a play area for her much like a daycare thing, someone's always there to watch over them." Kota added. "Karin wants to go next time." Emi said letting them know she was listening. "Ok, she'll have to get permission from her mom, but I don't really thing her mom likes me too much." he informed Emi, then smiled when he heard Clare say she wanted to cuddle. Soon he felt little hands on his legs and let go of Clare's hand as he looked down. "Where did you come from?" he asked as he saw Emi's friend climb on his lap. "Over there. I told my momma I'm going and here I am." she smiled at him and he laughed. "Karin, go eat with your family." Emi said looking at her and Kota looked at her. "My papa's not here yet." she sighed and Kota took an onion petal off his plate and fed it to her. "Like it?" he asked looking down at her and she smiled up at him. "Feed me more!" she exclaimed. "So cute." Dallas chuckled. "Woah two Kotas. I'm in heaven." she exclaimed and leaned back so her head fell on Kota's chest. "She's over dramatic." Emi informed everyone. "Hey little girl, shouldn't you be with your own family?" Kelly asked. "Momma is worried about papa so she only talks about him being late and papa is still working." Karin informed and Kota fed her a few more petals. "I'll be right back, I'm gonna take Karin to her mom." Kota informed and stood up only to keep holding the small girl, he readjusted her and started to walk to her mom. After a few minutes, he arrived back at the table and kissed Clare's cheek. "Sorry about that. She and Emi fight over who hugs me first when I get to the daycare depending on when I get there." he chuckled a bit and laced their hands back together.
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Newark isn't cloudy and rainy in the movie it is not night time but then again it's not night time there now but 40 minutes ago it wasn't until the cast when all the boats and chips came down that we called earlier and Trump left after the sewer incident to go up there to teach his son a lesson because he says you're sitting there exposing me and I can see you through the bushes so he drives up and drops him off and his to take the bag to somewhere else and he picks him up at somewhere else in order to whack him he picked up on who he was the first time picked up on who it was the second time they said you're sitting there hitting me and I'm your son I hate you so he looks Simon says more or less shut the f****** and wanted him to look at him to get the back Sean there shot him again in the back of the head and that happened about 40 minutes ago or an hour now a lot of people know about it and our son suspected it so less people bothering him
No Trump says he's back and stuff or other people do but it's not he's out cold and for real is where they left him and he's up in New Jersey sitting there dead in his car and this is after his son got hit because the sun tried to hit him and it's after Trump got hit in the bathtub only minor damage people said but no it's a quarter size hole and you can see it too in the back of the wall people know what they're looking at now I don't our son says the last part. You can infer a little bit not really that great at it.
So what happens now it's quite interesting because Trump doesn't go into ballistic side his son does cuz Trump is still being a huge a****** to him wherever he sees him ends up shooting him in the car again which is a weird thing it's like you got shot in the car by him someday and he did actually when he was driving once he felt really bad about it cuz he's trying to help him when he got killed doesn't remember it that well though he hit him in the side of the head just like you did his sister.
Now this man's a pig and a loser and likes capturing people and bothering them to do stuff and I started sitting there tell him to go blow and he won't go away he died very badly his brain is probably half to 3/4 gone the important part he's going to come back and steaming jerk most likely in our record say he does we're going to have to put him down tons of people want this to make sure he's gone it's really a useless guy and doesn't do other what other people do he doesn't have fun like they're having fun and he doesn't help people out who are trying to have fun like you said to Dan other people are doing it cuz he felt a little uncomfortable I saw the shirts moving around and you started moving around it's a good time it's really a nice dance thing for Hawaiian not for Hawaii so they want colors they're similar and he said I think he's a little bit brighter and lighter so they agree that's going to go on out there in Hawaii sometime soon
But he knows everybody is conspiring against him they always do it doesn't pay off so make life a stinking hell so we're going to head with our plan and our plan is proceeding and Trump is dying off up in New Jersey is it going there and draws and fighting dance and Dan wants to fight him he's taking his stuff and that's the message that actually works and they're getting tons of them by the way huge huge piles of Dan and Trump are up there huge piles it is a disaster for them it's probably about 350 million a million or 200 billion in an hour it's going to increase to about one quadrillion an hour and they're going to be out if it continues I'll be dead and there is an attack yes plan by Galactus and Galactica and it is on Atlanta tons of people getting ready to go there it's a huge battle and also in the upper Midwest give me a call for reserves down here the ships are moving in Foreigner ships are moving out they're coming to fight in space and see out here finally
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