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Horrified || Self Para For Nathan
Nathan shifted in his sleep, moving from his side onto his back. Slowly, his eyes opened and he blinked a few times. Where was he? He looked around and vaguely recognized his surroundings. It was the condo Apollo had been able to purchase on the western most side of Elysium Island. Nathan laid there, waiting to feel Apollo’s familiar presence, but he was nowhere to be found. He sighed a sigh of relief and rubbed his face with both of his hands.
Times like this were few and far inbetween. He was unsure where Apollo went when he left Nathan’s body, he just knew that there were moments where he could, once again, take control of his own actions and not BE controlled by another entity.
He got up from the bed slowly, savoring every movement as if it were his first...or maybe his last. It was always a little slow going whenever he got to have control of his own body. He had missed the feeling of his muscles, the way he could stretch his fingers or make them into a fist. He enjoyed the feeling of his feet touching the ground and he memorized what it felt like to take each step. He knew it was temporary, that Apollo would be back soon.
He made a beeline for the kitchen. He was incredibly thirsty and his stomach was growling with intensity. Apollo didn’t tend to feel these types of things, it seemed, at least not when he was inside Nathan’s body. He neglected it, leaving Nathan in the back of his mind begging for Apollo to take care of his body. What did Apollo care? He could have any body he wanted? There wasn’t anything special about Nathan except he had an in into Maddie’s life.
He grabbed the bottle of water in the fridge and downed it in one go. He grabbed a fresh loaf of bread and shoved it into his mouth eagerly, not wasting any time. Who knew how long he would have with his own free will? He needed to take advantage of it before Apollo came back.
He wished with desperate intention that he knew where Apollo went to on the days he went away, but the other man was careful not to let him know those kinds of thoughts. Though he had no problem using Nathan’s in order to weasel into Maddie’s life. By the time he finished eating, he was breathing hard. As he stood there, he contemplated. He remembered the day he’d woken up without Apollo before, looking at Maddie with his own eyes and seeing the danger for her and their unborn child. He’d done his best to convince her he wanted nothing to do with her or the child and to his astonishment, it actually worked.
But Apollo was furious when he came back and he punished Nathan’s body. He scratched his torso and slammed his head into the wall, knowing that Nathan would feel it and Apollo would feel nothing.
As he went to the bathroom to relieve himself, he caught a glimpse of his reflection. He didn’t look so much like himself, he was gaunt, dark circles under his eyes. Of course, he was still beautiful, no one outside of himself would notice how different he looked to the eye. Would Maddie notice?
He looked around the condo and his gaze landed on the phone. He ran to it, eager to send some sort of warning when he realized it was password protected. He tried as hard as he could to wrack his brain, to figure out what it could possibly be, but Apollo was smart. There were moments that were stricken from his mind, almost as if they’d never been. Nathan supposed it was due to Apollo’s mind control. He felt helpless. He started to run for the door. At the very least, he could get an uber and find Maddie and Amy, warn them of what was to come. But as his hand landed on the doorknob, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. FUCK.
Without warning, Apollo’s consciousness slammed into his body, almost knocking them both to the ground. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Apollo asked.
Nathan fumbled for a moment before lying. “I was going to find something to eat. All we had was bread...you’re not taking care of my...I mean...our body.” Would Apollo believe it.
He sighed out loudly. “Fiiiine,” he said, like a petulant child. “You better not be lying to me, or next time I will make sure you can’t move or do anything when I leave. I could handcuff you to the bed and then where would you be?” He said, laughing as he walked out and into the sunshine. God, Nathan wished he could remember what the sunshine felt like on his skin.
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Waking Up From a Dream
It had all been a whirlwind.
Fourth quarter, three point gap, charging down the field with none other than Nathan Cline in the lead. He rallied his team into the huddle, telling them the plan in practiced code that felt like a second language to him now. He lined up with the men that had been by his side for two and a half years - they were family to him now. Calling out the play, his eyes raked the defense, checking for any unknowns that could blow their chances at making it to the goal line.
They were so close.
“Hut!”
The ball was in Nathan’s hands in a fraction of a second. The line in front of him surged forward to protect him from the oncoming storm of larger than life men. He dropped back, searching the field for the opening he expected to be there. Finding it, he wrenched his arm back, clutching the ball, and then swung forward and let it fly. His eyes were on his target, not on his blind side.
The defensive lineman hit him from the left at almost the same second the ball left his fingertips. It jarred him hard and carried him to the ground. There was a distinct crunch when he hit the turf, the weight of the lineman coming down on top of him. It wouldn’t be until a week later that he would watch the footage of his injury and see the disgusting angle his arm turned beneath him as his throwing shoulder collided with the ground.
He didn’t feel anything at first… and then he felt everything. A cry flew from his lips just as the whistle blew to signal the touchdown.
And then everything went dark.
Nathan would learn in the following days what had happened from play to field to ambulance to hospital to surgery to waking up. They couldn’t wake him on the field, nor did they want to move him. His team surrounded him for half an hour until an ambulance drove onto the field to collect him as safely as possible. The game was ended while the former star quarterback with all the potential in the world was taken away.
His fathers, both doctors, insisted only the best of the best reconstruct their son’s shoulder.
Nathan wouldn’t see the chaos in the hospital that night. He wouldn’t know how many people showed up, family and friends. The entire football team crowded the waiting room one by one, coming straight from the game, dressed in their sweats and asking everyone who worked there for an update. Eventually, the coach told them all to go home. He would personally let them know when there was something to know.
It wasn't good news.
Nathan would feel that love in the coming week through flowers, cards, balloons, and countless visitors. Not only football players but other students from his school who knew him even marginally because of football. Despite having his arm and torso in a cast to keep his shoulder stable, he felt incredibly blessed by the outpouring of support for his recovery.
And yet, in the blur of faces and condolences, all he would feel was a numbness he’d never experienced before while he came to terms with the end of his dream.
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heya, folks! como estão?
sou veterana no mundinho dos jogos de rpg, mas até então nunca tinha passado aqui pela tag de 1x1. depois de tanto ficar observando, decidi criar vergonha na cara e fazer meu blog para me divertir por aqui também. enfim, podem me chamar de madu, tenho 24 anos e atendo por pronomes femininos (para mais infos, clicar aqui).
no momento, estou mais do que aberta para novos plots, e vou deixar algumas ideias que estou sedenta para colocar em prática abaixo do read more, caso tenha interesse em jogar comigo, é só entrar em contato pelo chat ou deixar o like que eu vou até você.
give me toxic exs that can’t get away from eachother. both act different and unruly when they’re together. they shouldn’t work, and they clearly dont because they broke up but there is a connection that keeps pulling them both into coming back.
we’re working on a movie/show together and we just finished our first kissing scene but when the director said “cut” we kept kissing a little longer because it was so good — and now there’s a weird tension between us because you’re dating someone else/i’m dating someone else/we’re both dating someone else but damn i want to keep kissing you
gimme a plot where muse a and muse b have been broken up for a little while, but one day muse a asks to meet up and confesses that they never told their parents that they broke up and they need muse b to pretend they’re still together and go to some family event with muse a. cue pretending to still be in love, arguing about why they broke up in the first place, fake kisses that turn hungry, all the yearning and pining, one of them still being in the love with the other !! the possibilities are endless (preferência por muse b)
Give me she’s an actual bitch but she’s a sub in bed and secretly attracted to him. And he’s an absolute sweetheart, a goofball but a dominant in bed and he pursues her even though she’s an absolute bitch to him but in bed he’s always in charge. (preferência por muse fem)
ok but who is going to give me f/f pop star x famous actress where they’re both each other’s biggest supporters and the actress goes to see her at her world tour in the vip tent and is singing along to every song and is so heart eyes at her superstar girlfriend ?? and in turn the pop star is always arm candy at award shows and writing songs about how much she loves her girlfriend and it’s just tooth rotting fluff ?? and there could be angst with time apart and conflicting schedules but they’re truly just so down bad for each other ?? hello ??
muse a and muse b are insanely different, so people are constantly shocked when they find out they’ve been friends for a long time. no one who imagine that’s not all they are, because they’ve been friends with benefits for a long time now, self-sabotaging their own relationships at times and swearing it’s just some fun until they find someone permanent. but of course feelings start to get involved and neither of them is willing to admit it because that would just fuck up what they have, right?
muse a and muse b were everything, their first real love and now that they’ve broken up neither of them are dealing with it like they should.i just want to see messy exes who truly adored each other, getting drunk on the weekends and showing up at doorsteps, not dealing with jealousy, always ending up tangled together even when it just makes everything worse. just angst and pining and desperation.
um plot inspirado na relação taylor x travis, uma cantora/atriz it girl que está se relacionando com um atleta famoso.
agora alguns casais que adoraria fazer plots inspirados, os nomes em negrito são os que tenho preferência em fazer, se não tiver nenhum marcado é porque não existe nenhuma preferência.
nathan x haley (one tree hill)
brooke x julian (one tree hill)
syd x carmy (the bear)
andie x ben (how to lose a guy in ten days)
penny lane x russell (almost famous)
patrick x katarina (10 things i hate about you)
tom x shiv (succession)
tara x jax (sons of anarchy)
evelyn x celia (the seven husbands of evelyn hugo)
daisy x billy (daisy jones and the six)
sally x harry (when harry met sally)
marianne x connell (normal people)
frances x nick (conversations with friends)
joey x rachel (friends)
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Self Para | Out of Time
Who: Nate Mantle and Marty Mantle
When: 03.23.24, evening
Where: In town
TW: physical abuse, emotional abuse, addiction.
It was getting to be too much being on campus. Nate had already been feeling like he was spiraling - between his father coming, Danny and Daisy moving forward with their claim, his unknown future with Ollie - it was all proving to be too much. Nate made it out of the room to head to a meeting, knowing it was the only thing that was going to stabilize him at the moment. He enjoyed the crisp air through his lungs as he walked into town towards the church the meeting was going to be at. And then, a single voice stopped him in his tracks.
"Nathan." Simple, clean, unemotional. He could feel his palms start to sweat and he tried to convince himself to turn on his heels towards the sound of the voice, but he couldn't just yet. "Are you going to look at me? Or continue this onslaught that I'm the worst father in the world?"
"Father," he sighed simply, finally making himself turn, but not taking a step closer to the other. "I'm surprised you sought me out."
"I didn't. I was walking to grab something from the corner store. I'm staying at this hotel," he said, gesturing back towards The Evans House, "Not that you have asked."
Nate sighed loudly and in frustration, "Father, I really have somewhere I need to be. So, if there's nothing else," he said, turning back around and heading towards the steps of the church.
"I didn't know you were a church goer," he said sternly, arms crossing over his chest.
"I'm not. It's just where my meeting is."
A harsh, disbelieved laugh cut through the air between them, causing Nate to turn back around again. "Meetings? Those didn't really work last time, did they, Nathan."
"I've been clean almost a year. This is the only thing that helps."
"Right. Until your next relapse. Rather hard to find a claim when you can't even gain control of yourself, how are you to control someone else?"
A throaty growl vibrated through his throat and Nate took a few steps closer towards the other. "Because claims aren't about control! They're about connection and communication!"
"Stop being so emotional, Nathan. It's a business transaction like anything else. And who you claim matters, and so far you've been back over a year and you're no closer! How are you going to take over the business without at least two claims, Nathan!?"
"Easy! I"m not going to!" he lashed out, breathing heavily through clenched teeth. "It took me a long time to know what I want, but I know that what I want is not your life. I don't want to run a company I don't care about and have a claim who is a mindless drone who's more afraid of me than committed to me!"
His father's hand came up with out warning, cracking him hard across the face. Nate spun in the punch's direction, his hand coming up to hold his face. "Watch your tone, Nathan James," his father warned with the same cold tone Nate was giving him, before releasing another punch to the side of his face again. "You will not disrespect me more than you already have. You are going nowhere, Nathan. You've been a failure since you got that girl knocked up, and you couldn't even do that right. And ever since, it's been failure after failure!" he cried out, a few more hits to the dark haired boy bowled over in pain. Nate coughed and spit, watching blood appear on the side walk. His father came over, grabbing hard to the back of Nate's neck, bending himself down to remain face to face with his son. "I will be paying more attention. You will not disgrace this family again," he growled, nate seething in his father's grip. "Grow up, Nathan." he said before shoving Nate hard down to the ground and began walking away.
Nate breathed heavily, remaining on the ground a bit as he tried to make heads or tails of what happened, feeling his eye already start to burn and swell. After several minutes he pulled himself to his feet. He looked at the door to the church, trying to will himself to go inside. But with the physical pain, the emotional turmoil, he couldn't bring himself to do it. So, instead, he walked further down the street to the Whyte Wyrm and ducked behind the alley. There was no conversation, there was no explanation as the Serpent put the small baggy in Nate's hand for nate to disappear into a tiny bathroom, taking a dollar bill out of his pocket.
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No Rest For The Wicked • (Self-Para)
All sinners were destined to meet the devil; this was the unavoidable truth which had followed Nathan Crane since birth, one he would not soon forget. He was a sinner in every sense of the word. There was blood on his hands, an unsatiable hunger for power which bore into his very soul, and he revelled in the possibility of a world in which rules did not apply to him. Though he put on a public face of innocence, he had never privately been the type to pretend he was anything other than what he was. He knew one day hell would reach up its rotten hands and take hold, it sent him sweet reminders of the fact every time he closed his eyes to sleep, but he was determined to make the most of the time he had left until then. The problem was that nobody, not even a man who walked through the world with such ease as himself, could predict when that time would be up.
The quiet of lake usually helped him think. It was especially peaceful in the winter months, serene and frost bitten, with the water still like a glass mirror reflecting the open sky. He would meander around the edge for hours, untangling his thoughts and mulling over problems until a solution presented itself to him. He was the man with the plan, after all. There was always an exit strategy in place, three more routes devised to save the Crane family from unnecessary scrapes they might have unwittingly (or deliberately) fallen into, but this time he was drawing a blank. No solutions had come forth to deal with the suffocating collapse of their deal with the mafia; money—far too much of it—had been lost, they had almost certainly attracted the attention of law enforcement in the very way that Nathan had been carefully avoiding for the past fifteen or so years, and they had lost an important ally, the key to the domination he had so desperately craved.
Everything was falling apart. They were backed in from all corners. He couldn’t stop it.
Nathan hated feeling helpless.
Paranoia had always had a place deep in his heart. The feeling of being watched followed him everywhere, kept him up at night, but it had increased tenfold in the last week. Every shadow, every movement from the corner of his eye had him hypervigilant, overstimulated, dreadfully awake. It was like being on the worst high of his life and the fatigue of it was finally catching up to him.
He’d come to a halt at one of the small jetties that stretched out across the water. It was an old, half-rotten thing belonging to a long forgotten property just beyond the treeline. Few people came out to this particular spot. It made it the perfect place to be alone.
Providence Peak was full of places like that. Places so quiet, so untouchable, that they almost felt safe. It was that feeling of safety which betrayed him. Had he had a little more sleep, or perhaps a little more company, he might not have been so careless. He might’ve been more aware of his surroundings.
His cigarette had burned down to almost a stub between his fingers without him noticing—the fog left by insomnia and half-madness had him in its grips—and when the sound of a twig snapping behind him broke through the silence, he was too slow to turn around.
Nathan had barely registered what was happening before the pain blossomed across his temple and a rough set of hands were on him. He kicked out blindly at the man who had hold of him, but it did little to help. He was half dazed and his assailant was larger than him, quickly succeeding in landing another large blow to Nathan’s head. The world was knocked on its side and he hit the deck, his jaw cracking hard against the dark wood of the jetty. A boot slammed into his ribs, knocking the air from his lungs. Then again, then again. And then he felt himself sliding back, fingers clawing for purchase uselessly.
The surface of the lake was no longer serene as it engulfed him. Hell had finally caught up.
The shock of it did little to numb the sudden burning of the icy water cutting at his skin like knives. There was nothing but murky darkness around him and when he tried to kick up he felt as though he’d lost all sense of direction. His entire body felt as though it were made of lead. A moment later his efforts to reach the surface were further impeded—a pair of hands took hold of his shoulders from above, holding him down.
There was a desperate and involuntary gasp for air, but none came. Instead, his lungs began to fill with the same terrible cold that surrounded him. He choked, grasping at the hands and trying to pry himself free, but the panic had begun to set in and the grip was too strong. Black was beginning to creep into the edges of his vision and exhaustion was setting in. Soon he was sinking, disappearing into the darkness below.
At last the world went silent and he was gone.
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THIS BOTTLE TASTES LIKE 512. / self para
when: super bowl 2017
featuring @vannrichmond
She didn’t stay the whole game, instead she was whisked off the stage directly after the halftime show. She moved to give a few people hugs, and was hustling out of the stadium, stopping along the way to take photos with fans. She had been living in the blissful unaware that came along with being busy. It was the first night in months that June was able to take a break, and she was deposited back at her hotel room with room service and a bottle of whiskey at the hour of 9pm.
June poured herself some whiskey, and was humming along as she washed her face and proceeded to rinse herself off. She had a little downtime, she might as well scroll the social media. It was then that she saw the photo of who else was at the Super Bowl, in a covet seat that belonged to the personal friends of Nathan Tate. She was looking at the photo when her phone rang. Maybe it was the picture, maybe it was whiskey, but she picked up.
“Hey,” June said.
“Hey,” Vann said back. “I wanted to tell you, was proud of you.” He sounded a little drunk. She did too. He also sounded a little surprised, and she bit her lip.
“Yeah? You like the outfit?”
There was a chuckle on the other line. “Ain’t never had a problem with the outfits, just everyone else lookin’.”
“Saw you, I liked your outfit too,” June said back. She could hear him pause like he was inspecting what he was wearing.
“Nothing special.”
“Vann.”
“Mmm, don’t tell me to hang up,” Vann said, she could tell he was rolling his eyes.
“No, I wasn’t gonna say that,” June laughed lightly. “I was gonna say I miss you.”
“Miss you too. Where are you?”
“Still here in town, some hotel,” June said with a shrug. “Where are you?”
“Umm...” There was a distinct pause like he was trying to figure out where he was. “That might take a little to figure out.”
“Sounds like a bar,” June said with a laugh.
“It is, it definitely is.”
June put her hands into her face and laughed, because he never lied. And his voice made her warm, she liked the way he spoke, like he was simultaneously caught red handed and the smoothest man alive.
“You hiding your face at that, aren’t you?” he asked her, the grin audible in his voice.
“Yes, shut up,” June said with an eye roll. There was a pause.
“You did -- look good, sound good tonight. Proud of you, you always said...”
“Mmm, the sound sucks on those stadiums, you must’ve been in deep.”
“Had a few, and was lookin’ at you, so felt like I had a few more. Thought about trying to see you...”
“My security would have tased you for sure,” June laughed and shook her head. “I’m kidding.”
“No, no that feels right.”
She missed him, she missed him a lot. This call was making her regret everything they were going through. The whiskey was making her think that it could be as simple as this. “I love you, Vann.”
“I love you, too. Probably wouldn’t call so much if I didn’t.” The noise behind him had long since dropped off.
“Are you outside right now?”
“Yeah, standing here on the street like some moron.”
“If I asked you to come over, would you?” June asked it quietly. It was good he was outside.
“In a heartbeat. Where are you?”
June sighed. “You can’t.”
There was a paused on the other line. “I could. Just a cab and then up to your hotel room, nothing about it,” Vann said. It was matter of fact.
“...no, baby you can’t...”
“Keep saying can’t, but I don’t hear the reason --”
June didn’t let him finish, “Not like this. I love you too much for it to be like this. Cheapens it.” She wiped her face. She didn’t realize she started crying.
“Call me in the morning, then.” Noise exploded behind him and June smiled.
“You got a party over there.”
“Not without you,” Vann said.
“I’m just alone in the hotel room.”
“Don’t need to be, like I said. Cab and elevator ride away.”
“I know...” In the background, Vann was getting harassed by his friends, they were asking who he was talking to, like they didn’t know. One said her name and the cacophony of hell nos and goddamn its rang out and she said, “Better go. Love you.”
“Love you to--” and the phone was jerked away and he was cut off, and June hung up. She put the bottle of whiskey away and changed from her robe to her sleeping pajamas. She wasn’t sure what was burning her the most right now, the whiskey or the man.
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Edición tradicional frente a autopublicación. ¿Cuál elegir?
BRANSFORD, N., 2023. Traditional publishing vs. self-publishing. Which should you choose? Nathan Bransford | Writing, Book Editing, Publishing [en línea]. [consulta: 1 diciembre 2023]. Disponible en: https://nathanbransford.com/blog/2023/11/should-you-self-publish-or.
Este artículo explora la decisión de elegir entre la publicación tradicional o la autopublicación para un libro. El autor…
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Looking for RP partners…
Metalocalypse
Will play Skwisgaar, Toki, Nathan, Pickles, Murderface, Charles, Magnus, Trindle, Abigail, or secondary characters not listed (but maybe not accents fully)
Ghost
Will play I or IV with ghouls, ghoulletes, or OCs or self inserts
Over 21 pls minors DNI at all. Ok with NSFW but would prefer to discuss specifics. More interested in longform rp/chat rather than tumblr para, but willing to do tumblr typical para rp too. Whatever is comfortable.
DM if interested
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Queen of Fairies | Self-Para
Nathan meets Titania for the first time.
Nathan hadn’t always known he wanted to be a father. He had a very distinct memory of a conversation with his therapist in college where he had talked about how pointless it felt to bring a child into a world where he couldn’t protect them. He had feared becoming his father in so many ways, feared that despite his best efforts he would expect too much or not do enough. That he’d forget the important things. But the older he got, the more he realized how much more love he had to give. He had learned what it meant to love the moment he met his friends and time after time they had pulled through for him. They taught him what it meant to stay, to be consistent. They had taught him all of the things his parents had failed to.
But while most of his friends had found a more romantic kind of love, he hadn’t met anyone who really made him feel like he would want to raise a child with them, want to have that intimacy with them. Sometimes he thought it was because he was always too caught in his stories but for the most part he had a hard time truly opening up to anyone who wasn’t part of the dead poets society. Sure he talked a lot but he never quite revealed all the turmoil and emotion going on underneath and he was absolutely terrified of being rejected. His father’s eternal disappointment had done nothing but plague him with a life of doubt and discomfort that he had to work everyday to offset and reverse.
But then he had a dream. He hadn’t been home in months, traveling from country to country to search for a new story, finding that after his last play premiered that his inspiration felt dried up. He was exhausted now, yearning for Chuck’s fingers in his hair while Tom and Emory danced in the kitchen and Gerald and Scotty tried to pretend they weren’t going to sneak off to a bedroom as Knox read to him from his Shakespeare anthology. His flight had been delayed and he was in a airport hotel room, feeling the furthest away from home he ever had. He hadn’t been able to get comfortable in the bed, instead falling asleep in a chair in front of the TV as he watched cartoon network.
The dream had started out with him in a waiting room, the sound of a baby crying off in the distance. He had pushed himself up from the chair quickly, feeling like he had spent hours wandering the halls, trying to find the source of the crying. Until he finally turned the right corner and saw a crib there. When he approached it, there was a baby girl lying there, her crying only stopping when he got to her and reached his hand down. He still remember the jolt of warmth that went through him the moment her tiny fingers had wrapped around one of his and a giggle fell from her mouth that he was sure a preview of what angels sounded like when they laughed. But before much else could happen, he woke with a start, the sun just starting to rise as he opened his eyes.
The dream stayed with him and when he got home, he had started to think through his options, talking about it with his friends until he finally decided on putting in the time and money to get a surrogate. He committed to spending time at home throughout the process, still remember distinctly how Chuck had purposefully tried to get him excited at the doctor’s office before went off with the specimen cup and the porno magazine the nurse had given him. And then there was nine months of pregnancy where he would stay up late, waiting for the surrogate to ask him for anything and everything she needed. He read the anthology to her pregnant belly when she allowed him to and other times traded that in for books on parenting, his notebook full of half written stories and notes about how to make sure the baby’s milk was at just the right temperature when heating it up.
And then she was there. It felt like the longest and shortest time of his life, the anticipation growing in his core as each day passed. He had just gotten out of the shower when her water broke and he almost slipped getting dressed, full of excitement and nerves as he drove her to the hospital and yelling at Chuck on speaker phone to get there as fast as he could. The whole morning was a whirlwind and Nathan felt like he hadn’t breathed until he heard Titania let out her first cry and it sounded like a preview of what angels sounded like.
Once she was cleaned up, the nurse safely put her in Nathan’s arms as he thanked the surrogate a thousand times over. He felt his breath hitch in his throat again. He touched his fingers to her tiny ones and laughed softly, a few tears falling down his face as he looked at her. “Titania,” he said softly, feeling a type of love start to grow that he had never knew existed. “Welcome home,” he whispered and pressed his lips to her forehead. “You will always be the most important thing in my world,” he promised her as he felt his best friends come up behind him finally, causing more tears fall as they all surrounded her.
“I stand corrected,” he started softly and looked around at them before looking back at the baby. “Now you’re home.”
#Queen of Fairies#sp#self para#my nathan muse has been through the roof today#lmao notice how i was 2 lazy to give the surrogate a name smh @ me#me? proofread? never
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Now is the Moment ---- Self Para with Nathan and Apollo
Nathan walked through the lobby of his hotel, whistling as he walked. He and Maddie had been visiting Washington DC on behalf of the island of Elysium and the mutants that inhabited it. He'd decided to go back to the hotel while she had a business meeting. She was just going to be discussing things that would go over his head anyways. It wasn't like he could participate in the conversation. He was, after all, a perfectly ordinary human.
When he got into his room he noticed a presence. It had been there all the time recently. The man was hardly superstitious, so he shrugged it off as best he could and kept on moving. Maddie hadn't seemed to notice. His green eyes scanned the room before loosening his tie and sitting down on the edge of the bed.
Nathan was planning on proposing on this trip. It was such an important one for Maddie and what was important to her was important to him. He took the ring out from under his clothes in the chest of drawers and imagined the life they would have together. He loved her. Body and soul. They'd stayed up all hours of the night, sharing their most intimate secrets. She had told him of Amy and their love story. How she hoped one day to have a new one. They had discussed marriage and possibly a child or two. His mind got lost in the future and that's when he heard it. The voice in his head. It sounded like it was all around him. The presence was finally making itself known.
"I have been waiting in the wings," it said. "After the way Madelina got rid of my last body, she could have sworn she left me behind. But it's not that easy. Surely she would have realized that I had jumped a body once...so there was every chance I would jump into a body again."
Nathan found himself turning in circles, his breathing ragged, trying to find where the voice was coming from. Very vaguely he could see the outline of a person. "Don't fret," it said. "You aren't losing your mind. I have the gift of mind control, you see. I can make you hear and see whatever I want."
"Who are you? He said as his voice trembled "What do you want with me? What do you want with, my Maddie?"
Maniacal laughing filled the room, so loud it seemed to shake the furniture. "What don't I want with you and my precious Madelina? She has always been mine after all."
Had he ever heard about an ex boyfriend from her? He'd heard of a war where they'd fought a very bad man.... "OH God. You're him aren't you? The man who tried to take over the island? Maddie was sure she had ended you once and for all. If you hurt her, I swear to God I..."
"You'll what?" He cut in. "What is it you propose to do? After all, I'm just a voice in your head. But I'm about to be much, much more than that." Nathan watched as the shape grew closer. "I was waiting to see if things got serious with you two. Now that I see the ring...I think it's time the two of us got to know each other a bit. My name is Apollo. And I'm about to take over from here on out. You see...I've always longed for our Madelina. From the first moment I laid eyes on her, to the moment our bodies met, I knew I would make her mine. I never told her about how I can jump my spirit into people like spirits can posses a person. I guess that is what you would call it. I do possess people. I can still hear you in there...begging me to leave. But once I'm in, you no longer matter. I do. Taking people, as I like to call it, gives me the body with which I get to live."
Nathan had tears in his eyes now. "Please don't. I have a family. My mother and father need me. Maddie needs me. And I need them. You can't just impersonate me. Maddie will know immediately that something has changed."
The voice laughed. "I am Apollo. I am a God. I can do anything I please. Besides, haven't you felt me watching? For how long have you felt eyes on your back and didn't think twice? I have been watching you since I realized the two of you were getting serious. I know your ins...your outs...your quirks. I know the way you like to kiss her, and hold her, and touch her face. I will make a better you than you did. And the best part is...she will finally be mine. Now close your eyes...it gets a bit cramped and uncomfortable when I enter a new body."
Suddenly Nathan doubled over...and when he stood back up, he was Nathan no longer. Apollo stretched his neck, rolling it around slowly, relishing in finally being corporeal again. His eyes traveled down the length of his arms, the muscles that were now his, the hands he would now used to hold his Madelina. He turned to find a mirror and studied his new face. He was beautiful. No doubt about that. A face like this could fool anyone. He reached up and touched his face, his lips, the lips he would kiss his love with. Finally a maniacal smile settled into his features. "Now this time...she is mine." He said, reaching for the engagement ring that would now be his to give Madelina.
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Cosmic Care: An Intergalactic Guide to Finding Your Glow por Robin Eisenberg (2020)
Sinopsis
Encuentra la estabilidad gravitatoria y abraza tu resplandor natural con esta guía intergaláctica para el cuidado personal.
Cosmic Care lleva a los lectores a un viaje de ensueño a través del espacio para revelar consejos que los ayudarán a desbloquear su brillo interior. Con el arte visionario y el estilo característico de Robin Eisenberg, Cosmic Care es un escape a un universo vívido e inmersivo que es a la vez familiar, identificable y fuera de este mundo. Lleno de ilustraciones vibrantes y arte nunca antes visto, Cosmic Care ofrece consejos para sentirse bien para relajarse, encontrar la paz, detenerse y oler la flora bioluminiscente y resaltar su luminosidad estelar.
• Combina pequeños consejos con ilustraciones vibrantes
• Mezcla lo terrenal y lo extraterrestre • Ofrece una versión única del cuidado personal tradicional La formación de una estrella comienza con inestabilidad gravitacional, pero con un poco de cuidado cósmico, evoluciona hasta convertirse en un objeto celeste luminoso, y tú también puedes hacerlo.
• Genial para los fanáticos del arte y las ilustraciones de Robin Eisenberg
• Un maravilloso regalo para cualquiera que ame el cuidado personal, el cosmos, la astrología y todo lo relacionado con las brujas.
• Agréguelo a la estantería con libros como Strange Planet de Nathan W. Pyle, Basic Witches de Jaya Saxena y The Witch's Book of Self-Care: Magical Ways to Pamper, Soothe, and Care for Your Body and Spirit de Arin Murphy-Hiscock.
Comentarios
Las ilustraciones de Robin Eisenberg son hermosas, coloridas, llenas de diversidad e imaginación. Todos los que me conocen saben que me encanta todo lo relacionado a aliens, ufos y el espacio. Siento que este libro lo hicieron para mi. No solo posee chicas extraterrestres y ufos si no que está acompañado de una guía para el auto-cuido y auto-amor. Lo amo.
#Cosmic Care: An Intergalactic Guide to Finding Your Glow#Robin Eisenberg#aliens#ufo#extraterrestrial
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Self Para || One of Us
Location: Ohio State University
Date: Freshman Year of College.
Notes: Bits of young Ryder during his freshman year in college that are relevant to his current story (aka before the Ryley era :D). Also, I have decided to pick young Vanessa Hudgens as an FC for Felicia.
Refresh.
Ryder’s eyes scrutinized his laptop’s screen as he tried to check whether his newest essay had already been graded. Nothing yet. He was feeling good about this one; the past few months in college had been decent for him. Despite being dyslexic, he’d managed to get good grades. Although Ryder was rather fond of his sessions with his tutor, he was told it wouldn’t be long till they would be necessary. He focused on the following few assignments and then rechecked his email. Seeing a familiar address, he quickly clicked on the tab.
Dear Mr. Lynn,
I’m happy to inform you that your recent essay on “Social media’s influence in business” has been graded A-. Regardless of a few mistakes, your work proved excellent knowledge of the topic.
Ryder widened his eyes as he saw the message; it was hard to believe what had just happened. It was his first A in college, something he had never thought he would achieve. He grabbed his phone and sent a text to his parents and sister. Freya congratulated him, but his father seemed unbothered.
“Not good enough.” He read the response out loud and sighed, leaning back. He wouldn’t let his father ruin the day. Not now.
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He was lost in his thoughts for a moment as he was preparing two cups of coffee, still a little bit sleepy after an eventful Saturday night. He blinked when he realized that the warm liquid had been ready for a couple of minutes and that he was staring at the cups without doing anything. Finally, Ryder cleared his throat and moved towards the table.
“If you need sugar, I can bring…” He mumbled, placing one of the cups in front of Felicia, a brown-haired girl from his faculty. When she declined, he took a seat opposite her and took one of the forks. He was starving; luckily, she cooked a bunch of good omelets for the two of them.
“I had a really good time last night.” Ryder lifted his head when he heard Felicia’s voice, realizing that he’d just dropped his fork. He crouched down to look under the table and murmured a ‘sorry’, realizing that he was acting like an idiot. A hot girl was telling him that she had fun, and he was acting like a total fool, “You’re cute.” She added, causing him to smile. Okay, okay. Things weren’t that bad.
“I had a good time too.” He responded, a shy, lopsided grin present on his face. Somehow, these things didn’t come easily, “I should probably say, you’re cute too, but you’re like more…” He rambled on, gesticulating awkwardly. Ryder bit on his lip, blushing for a moment and realizing that he was once again doing the wrong thing. He took a small bite of his food.
There was an awkward silence for a moment.
“So, I wanted to ask...you know, this thing has been going on for a while, and I was wondering if maybe you’d like to take it further. I would like to know where I stand, if we’re just a fling or something else.” She spoke up, looking Ryder in the eye, something he hadn’t expected last night when they had met up at a restaurant, and ended up in his apartment later on.
Truthfully, Ryder hadn’t been in a relationship for a long time. Indeed, he’d dated in high school, but things had never been serious. However, college dating seemed slightly different, so maybe it was a chance for him to change. Nevertheless, he remained quiet for a second, unable to speak. He wasn’t sure if there was a good answer to Felicia’s question.
“I’d like that. We could give it a try.” He finally spoke up with a shy smile on his face. She was lovely and gorgeous, it wouldn’t hurt, right?
She took a small sip of her coffee and shuffled a bit closer, “That’s good to hear…” Ryder felt their eyes meeting and blushed again. He wasn’t used to the serious conversations, “One more question before we can get back to business…” She started with a cheeky grin, “Look, I wanna know...What’s up with you and the Marley girl? I don’t wanna be second best, so I have to ask.”
Ryder sighed, hearing the question. People kept on asking him about one of his best friends, and he had no idea why. It’s not like there were any chances for them to get together, “Well, nothing’s happening.” The brunette shrugged, “We met in high school; I liked her a lot, cause you know, she’s crazy talented, but erm...she kinda picked someone else. I let it go. We were best friends in high school, attended Glee club together, nothing else. We changed schools after our Sophomore year. I met her again a couple of months ago here. Now we’re friends again. She’s very talented, and I like listening to her music, that’s it. Friendship, nothing more.” He explained, hoping that she would see how genuine he was being. Seconds later, he felt their hands intertwine, and he leaned forward to kiss the brunette.
So far, so good.
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The gyms at Ohio State weren’t that bad; Ryder immensely enjoyed them. They even had a sauna room which seemed incredible, especially after a long workout. Exercising with one of his best friends was a good idea for an afternoon and a nice replacement for canceled football practice.
“So, if this NFL trial goes well, I might be leaving at the end of the year. Not a big deal.” Nathan, Ryder’s college best friend, smiled at the brunette when they finished running on the treadmills. Both of them rushed towards the dumbbells.
“I’m super happy for you, bro. I think you’ll crush it!” Ryder was genuinely happy for his buddy succeeding; he was a killer player, so he deserved it more than anyone.
“What about you?”
“What about me…” Ryder repeated, grabbing two of the middle dumbbells, he wasn’t going to start with the heaviest ones to avoid injury. He did a few lifts before answering, “I don’t think I’ll ever be a pro player. I mean, I’m not even in the main squad. I wanna graduate, and find a nice job, whether it’s here or somewhere else.” He shrugged and kept on exercising. They both spoke about the games a little bit when Nathan said,
“Oh I forgot to tell you. Felicia had lunch with Mary last night. She saw you and Marley this week, and she wasn’t happy about it.”
Ryder frowned, “Yeah, she texted me about it. I don’t see her problem, we had brunch and talked about school. Nothing too special.” He added, placing the dumbbells where they belonged, and then started doing stretches. Nathan joined him.
“Look, I’m not saying she’s right, but you two.” He pointed at Ryder, “You and the blue-eyed lady have this kind of vibe.” He exaggerated the last word, looking Ryder in the eye.
“We’re friends. I’m allowed to have friends. I’m not going to give up my friendship with Marley because Felicia seems insecure. I’ll explain that it was nothing serious; it will be fine.” Ryder lifted himself and headed towards the other room. He wasn’t planning on dwelling on the topic for too long, the issue wasn’t worth it.
Nathan seemed not convinced but remained quiet.
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Ryder kept staring at his phone as he checked if he’d borrowed all the necessary books from the library; the notes option was a lifesaver. Sophomore year had just started, and he was ready to learn more. He’d managed to finish the first one with a B grade which was a huge success. Even if his tutoring sessions were still set, they happened less often as his teacher was delighted with his achievements. When he was leaving the library, he almost bumped into someone. Damn, he shouldn’t be so focused on his phone, “Uh sorry…” He mumbled and lifted his eyes to see a familiar face, “Uh...hey...hey, Felicia. Hi.” He gave her an awkward nod before adjusting his backpack’s strap.
“Hey, Ryder. How was your summer?” She asked with a slight smile on his face.
Summer. Right. They hadn’t spoken for a few months. He’d spent the past summer with Marley and helped her mom at the bakery. While he’d been away from the university, he’d completely forgotten about the past year’s problems.
“Uh, it was alright. I was resting...and all that stuffs. How was yours? Everything alright?” He knew he sounded awkward, but it couldn’t be helped. Ryder wasn’t an expert when it came to these situations.
Luckily for him, his ex-girlfriend was way better at them, “It was great. I spent a month in France with my friends.” She responded with a small nod.
Ryder flashed her an awkward smile and was ready to move before she spoke again, “I saw you two yesterday. You looked very happy.” She told him, a genuine tone in her voice.
He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, staring at his feet. He wasn’t sure if he was even supposed to answer, “Yeah…” He replied quietly.
“For the record, I think you’re great together. You deserve it, Ry; you’re a good guy.” She touched his shoulder, causing him to smile. Okay, so this was going way better than he’d expected. Of course, they hadn’t ended up on good terms, but maybe there was a chance to fix this. They’d see each other in class for the next few years, after all.
“Thanks. I hope you’ll find someone that makes you happy.” Ryder responded, a smile still present on his face. The past few weeks felt like a dream come true, so maybe it was apparent how ecstatic he was.
“Oh, don’t worry. I got this.” She winked at him before moving past his shoulder, “I’ll see you around.”
Ryder gave her an awkward wave and started walking towards the exit. He pulled out his phone and typed a quick message to Marley “Lunch on me :) Let’s hang out!! Can’t wait to see you again :)”.
It was quite a decent start to their Sophomore year.
#self para#para: one of us#//here's young alberto as young ryder#//also apologies for my crap writing#eventwhatif
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se ha abierto un nuevo expediente.
st. mary magdalene acepta a sébastien humblet como estudiante becado en la facultad st. ignatius of laconi, iniciando así sus estudios de diseño de indumentaria. en su ingreso, se le ofrece documento oficial con las reglamentaciones y exigencias de la institución a las que se compromete mediante firma y juramento a dios.
dani, condenados te da la más grata bienvenida. no olvides enviarnos la cuenta de tu personaje en las próximas 24 horas para concretar la llegada de sébastien a aubagne. ¡muchísimas gracias por tu interés!
FUERA DE PERSONAJE.
nombre: dani
pronombres: she/her
edad: 24 años
país / zona horaria: méxico
triggers: suicidio, aborto, self-harm, incesto, etc
faceclaim: nathan naenen
¿aceptas que tu personaje reciba cualquier tipo de intervenciones? síp
¿algo que agregar? gracias x tantox2
DENTRO DEL PERSONAJE.
información básica:
nombre completo: Sébastien Humblet
pronombres: he/him
edad: 22 años
fecha de cumpleaños: 15 de agosto, 1999
lugar de proveniencia: Bruselas, Bélgica
dato adicional importante * :
Tiene una hermana mayor, la única en su familia con la que mantiene contacto. Desde que eran pequeños supo que quería ser diseñador, pasaba más tiempo creando ropa para las muñecas de su hermana que jugando con los dinosaurios que su padre le compraba.
A los 16 años se independizó de sus padres, comenzando a forjarse su propio camino hasta que la “gran” oportunidad se le presentó y ahora está aquí, dispuesto a exprimir todo lo que pueda de sus clases.
Habla alemán, francés y un nivel intermedio de inglés.
información académica:
¿estudiante matriculado o becado?: becado
facultad: st. ignatius of laconi
carrera: diseño de indumentaria
año de curso: primer año
extracurriculares: club de jardinería, club de pintura y club de lengua de señas francesa
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EPISODE FIVE OUTLINE
The newest episode is the first episode where tracks are actually being created; producers from all six companies are to be called in and put with groups of trainees to make a song, which will be recorded and performed.
TASKS
To earn points for you trainee, please complete the following tasks. These are not mandatory, and can be done at any time and still be counted. Refer back to last week’s tasks for more you can do, if you have not done them already
Weekly Confessional: post an interview or confessional about how your character is adapting to dorm life and the competition, along with their reactions to this weeks big challenge.*
Drabble: Write a short drabble (IC or OOC) about your character’s relationship with other trainees, be it the other guys in the competition or the ones back at their company! You can write about their friends, their rivals, the people who push them hard, or other trainees who have taught them a lot– it’s completely up to you!
Threads: threads to do with the show can earn you points too. Para threads (200+ words) are worth more points than gif chats and one liners. Threads played out to their completion are worth even more points; if you dinish a thread, submit the link to the last post in the thread to the Idol Project blog.
Self Paras: self paras to do with the show (ie practicing, dorm life, self reflection, performances, calls home) can also earn you points. These can be done as often as you’d like as long as you provide some variety in the content.
Weekly Challenge: The trainees have been grouped up and then assigned to a producer to create a songs together. They will be recording it and performing it, and the tracks will be released on music distributing sites for public consumption. Write a short para (IC or OOC) about your character’s reaction to all of this– we’d like to see something about the writing process, their partner(s), the producer, recording, and the actual performance.*
Tasks can be completed at any time. Episode-specific tasks are indicated with a little ‘*’ above, so when you complete them (even if you end up doing it in a few weeks or something), be sure to mark it as ‘EPISODE FIVE’, be it as a title or in the info before your self para or something like that. Any completed tasks and challenges can be tagged ‘rivalzipdone’
WEEKLY PERFORMANCE
For this week’s performance, as stated above, each duo/trio will be creating their own song with help from a famous producer. We have provided each pair with a song, but if you and your partner discuss and find a better option, message the main and we’ll see what we can do for you! If you are one of the producers or featured artists and you’d like to be taken off the list, message us for that as well. We have provided suggestions for line distribution below the cut, though that is just a suggestion based on the position, rank, and knowledge of the character. Additionally, letter grade groups will be creating and performing songs too, which means each trainee will be putting together two songs (the producers will be doing the bulk of the work before this week, and trainees will only need to provide a minimal amount of input). The suggestions are as follows:
A Team (Mirae, Hwa, Sangah) will be performing Volume Up produced by Hyosang
B Team (Hyunjoo, Minsuk, Ilhoon) will be performing Superfly produced by Nathan
C Team (Inho, Eli, Hope) will be performing I’m Missin’ You produced by Jei
Hope, Mirae and Eli will be performing Born to be Wild produced by Sookie
Hwa, Ilhoon and Hyunjoo will be performing Can You Hear Me produced by JJ
Sangah, Minsuk and Inho will be performing Angel produced by Nemo
The summary of episode five will be posted mid August
LINE DISTRIBUTIONS
Volume Up
Hwa -- Gayoon
Sangah -- Jiyoon
Mirae -- Hyuna
Superfly
Hyunjoo -- Jeunguk + Daeil
Minsuk -- Jinhong + Sungoh
Ilhoon -- Kisu + Cory
I’m Missin’ You
Inho -- Rap, Rap Singing
Eli -- Main Vocal Level Vocals
Hope -- Lead Vocal Level Vocals
Born to Be Wild
Mirae -- Hyoyeon
Hope -- Min
Eli -- Jo Kwon
Can You Hear Me
Hwa -- Jessi
Ilhoon -- Vocals
Hyunjoo -- Rap
Angel
Sangah -- Yoon Mirae
Minsuk -- Tiger JK
Inho -- Bizzy
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self para - nathan price
𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞
Nathan couldn’t stop himself from reading the note Ophelia had left him over and over again. Perhaps there was a part of him that thought if he read it over and over the words might change, or it might hurt less, but it never did. It still cut through him every time, the life that they’d been planning for years just - gone.
There was one part of the letter that stuck with him more than most. Not the parts where she said she would always love him, that was irrelevant to him now. No, a line that had almost become smudged with the tears that had fallen from his eyes. It’s not enough for me any more. He’d only ever given her his all - Nathan was as loving as they came, practically worshiped the ground she’d walked on, and yet? Not enough.
He reminded himself of it often (and was something he’d carry with him for longer than he’d like), playing like a broken record inside of his head. Nothing felt right any more. Standing in the apartment that they’d shared, that they’d talked about even starting a family in one day, he couldn’t take it any more. He needed to get out of there, and he had a couple of phone calls he needed to make first.
The call to Cormac Hayes was a fairly easy one. He’d already been offered a fellowship at Seattle Grace Mercy West, and had only just turned it down - if he’d waited twenty four hours, perhaps he might have been able to just accept it, but alas, he needed to grovel. He pulled himself together, managing to keep it together just long enough to convince the head of peds that he should be accepted onto the fellowship. There was a second phone call he considered make, but he opted not to. There was no way the person he was considering calling was going to say no.
He stopped by his parents house, having checked with Daphne to make sure she was going to be there. He couldn’t go into much detail - Nathan was far more of a sensitive soul than he liked to let on, but having his heart blown to smithereens would do that to a man, especially a week before your impending nuptials. He told his parents of his plans, and said his goodbyes.
It was what he needed to do. He needed to get out of Louisiana, and get away from the hurt.
It was pouring with rain by the time he got off the plane in Seattle. Fitting, he supposed, the weather matched his mood.
With a bag slung over his shoulder, he walked up the driveway keeping his head low as if it would make him any less wet than the rain that was pouring above him. It helped hide the fact that maybe, he was crying a little more than he wanted to.
The sound of the doorbell echoed in the still of the night. Almost immediately he regretted it, knowing it was probably too late to be ringing doorbells. But the flash of a light behind the door, and the heavy creek that followed told him that he might have been in time after all.
In time to see Brianna’s face light up as she stood in the doorway, the sight of the seven year old enough to take away his pain for at least a moment. It didn’t take a minute for him to have dropped his bag to the floor and swept her up in his arms, a hand wiping his face free from rain and tears.
“I’m sorry I didn’t call.” He started, his gaze meeting his oldest sisters. “Mind if I stay here a little while?”
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Reluctant Movie Star || Self-Para
Jesse awoke with a gasp, his eyes snapping open and trying to make sense of the blurry scene in front of him as his vision adjusted. He went to move, only to find his hands and legs were bound to the chair he was sitting in and... something was stopping him calling out to. Some kind of gag - and not the fun kind.
“Oh good, you’re awake,” a voice sad and Jesse blinked, the room coming into focus. “Tony?” He tried to say, forgetting about the object preventing him from speaking so it just came out a muffled sound. But it was - he could see the man clearly now. The new bartender at the club and...oh god, the water. He must have dosed the water and then brought him here.
He supposed he should probably be concerned that - while his first question was but why? it wasn’t because he couldn’t think of any reason... but that he could think of many.
“I must say, it has been relatively boring waiting for you to wake up,” the man continued, “I was almost worried I put too much sedative in your drink and this was all going to be over far too soon.”
Tony - well, Nathan, but Jesse didn’t know that - laughed as Jesse struggled, rolling his eyes, “you may as well just relax, St. James. I practiced tying those knots for hours, you’re not getting out.”
Jesse shot him a glare, trying to convey everything he was feeling into the single look. Well, almost everything. He didn’t want to show the other man fear because despite being confident in his abilities, he still felt fear now. He was tied down, unable to move or fight back. It didn’t take a genius to figure out Tony could hurt (or worse) him in a second if he wanted to.
“You think you and Sebastian have everybody fooled at work? I’ve been there for a couple of weeks and I can already tell you and him have got somethin’ going on. And whatever it is, it’s going to help me here. Because you see, you and I are going to make a little video. And then send that to the Smythes-”
Jesse’s eyes widened. Tony said The Smythes. Not Sebastian. Jesus Christ, this was not how he wanted Sebastian’s family to find out ... well, he had sort of been hoping they’d never find out. They’d probably assume he was in it for the money or protection and kill him off to protect their heir.
Tony, oblivious to Jesse’s minor panic, continued “- and then if Sebastian cares for you as much as I suspect, and I’m pretty confident, he won’t be able to resist coming here to make a dashing rescue.” Tony grinned, “too bad all he’ll be here to see is you dying. Before I kill him.” He sighed, “he didn’t really give me much choice in the matter so it’s hardly my fault either. Anyway. Now you just sit there and don’t say a word while I film this, okay?”
Tony winked at him, teasing the fact he couldn’t say anything if he wanted to. He couldn’t warn Sebastian it was a trap. Jesse... he knew he was a nobody in the grand scheme of things. He could pretend all he liked, but he wasn’t ever going to be more than that. Sebastian... despite his family, and his career and his future position as head of the family, he was good. Jesse believed that. You didn’t have to be the patron saint of abiding the law to be good - sure, maybe some people would get hurt along the way but there’d always be a good reason for it. Sebastian had his own code - and he didn’t waver from that. And right now, he couldn’t think of any way to tell him not to. He only hoped that maybe the other man didn’t care for him as much as Tony thought - as much as Jesse thought.
“And... action.”
Tony pressed record on the camera perched on the tripod in front of Jesse and walked over next to him. Jesse looked into it, trying to convey everything he was thinking in one look but he wasn’t sure how successful he was.
“Smythes ... you took something of mine, and now I’ve taken something of yours, Sebastian. He’s a pretty thing, I can understand why you like him really. But you and I need to talk and I couldn’t think of another way to get you here, alone. So, you’ve got two hours. The abandoned warehouse on Sixth. And if you don’t come at all - or if you don’t come alone,” Tony pulled a gun out from where it had been tucked into the band of his trousers at the back, “I’ll blow the dancer’s brains out faster than you can say stop. So... tick, tock, Sebastian. We’ll be waiting.”
With one final press of the gun to Jesse’s temple, he pulled it away, tucking it back where it had been and walking over the camera to press the stop button and unscrewing it from the tripod.
“Nice job, St James. I’ll be sure to bill you as the supporting actor before I edit it,” he laughed soundly, walking over to his laptop which was perched on an old workbench and plugging it in, “too bad it’ll be your last regardless of what your boyfriend does.”
Jesse wanted to scream but he couldn’t... there was nothing he could do.
Except hope that Sebastian wouldn’t take the bait. Hope that he would just let him die and continue on with his life.
At least he didn’t have to worry about Sebastian’s Dad finding out now... it didn’t matter either way.
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