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Heart In the Wrong Hands - Chapter 1

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A/N: Few quick notices

should I name the chapters? if so leave name suggestions in the comments.

Finally - I made a Wattpad account and book so if you all prefer to read it on there, here is the link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/388934453-heart-in-the-wrong-hands I'll be updating it at the same time as I post to Tumblr

you guys get to meet Y/n this chapter! yay!

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Previous Part - Prologue

Next Part - Master post

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Warnings: 

Time period accurate racism

Time period accurate sexism

Swearing

Domestic Violence 

Please be careful with what you read. You are responsible for your own media consumption

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Before you read!! -- while yes this is chapter 1, this story won't make much sense unless you read the prologue.

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Okay enjoy!!

~ Alastor’s POV ~ 

Alastor got out of his car and straightened his black bowtie. He didn't often get dressed up further than his usual attire but when he did he made sure he looked pristine. He wanted to piss off Virgil, that was his goal for the night. Showing him that a ‘street rat like him’ owned such nice clothes and was able to look so divine would surely annoy him. 

So he was dressed to the max. He wore a blood red formal shirt, a black waistcoat with red buttons and stripes, black bowtie and white gloves. Additionally he’d spent time washing and straightening all of the curls out his hair. He put on his fanciest pair of glasses and wiped every blood stain off them till they were spotless. 

(A/N: This picture is how I envisioned him in this scene. This is not my art)

Alastor stared up at the large white mansion he couldn’t help but scoff. Of course Virgil lived in a house like this. He rolled his eyes and followed the other guests in, his long legs carrying him easily up the stairs. 

He took in his surroundings carefully. He was in a large room which was decorated way over the top with all sorts of decorations in gold and white. He spotted Virgil chatting to a few important looking people but what caught his eye was someone else. 

Standing there with Virgil's arm wrapped around her shoulders, was a woman. She was wearing an extravagant white dress which matched Virgil’s white suit. It didn't take a genius to realise they clearly shared some form of romantic relationship. 

~ Y/n’s POV ~

How long did you have to keep up the act? Virgil’s hand was gripped tight around your shoulder and you had to force your body to relax. And these damn shoes, your feet ached.

 Virgil was chatting away with a few guests who you didn't know and you kept zoning out. Occasionally you’d nod in agreement, having no idea what you were agreeing with. 

That was until you noticed a man enter. He was tan skinned, a few shades darker than accepted by society. you had no problem with that but you knew Virgil did. So what was he doing here? 

The man turned his head and looked directly at you. It felt like he was staring into your soul and you immediately tore your eyes away from him and back to the floor at your feet. 

You could feel his stares and you were hyperaware of the footsteps approaching you. Why was he coming closer.. 

“Oh… Alastor. You actually came?” You felt Virgil’s arm grip tighter as he spoke. 

“But of course I did. Thee Virgil Callahan has graced me with an invite, I’d be a fool to deny it” The man spoke and you looked up to see him place his hand on his chest. 

“And who is this lovely lady you have here?” Lovely lady? Was he talking to you? Shit, he was staring at you again.

“I-I’m Y/n.. Nice to meet you… Alastor was it?”

“Yes indeed! You may have heard of me from my radio sh-”

“Alright that's enough. Y/n, we don't speak to filth like him.”  Virgil interrupted, pushing you behind him and out of Alastor’s reach 

This whole situation made you feel uneasy. What the hell was happening? And why? Why did you want to keep talking to this man? There was something familiar about him. What was he saying before? Something about radio? Alastor… radio… 

You peaked over Virgil’s shoulder. “Oh! You're the man from the radio! Alastor Hartfelt! I used to listen to your show daily before-” 

“Enough! I told you not to speak to him!” Virgil turned around staring daggers down at you. But you weren't focused on him. No. How could you when you could still see Alastor behind him. Alastor basically towered over Virgil and was also staring at you. But it felt different. Virgil's stare was cold but possessive. And Alastor’s? His was also cold… but there was something else you couldn’t quite place. 

“Hello! Earth to Y/n! God what are you women good for if you can’t even focus on men for two seconds.” Virgil was waving his hand in your face. 

“Huh?” 

“God, useless woman. Listen to me when I speak.” he spat in your face.

“Right… Sorry Virgil.” you weakly replied and from your peripheral vision saw alastor walk off behind you. 

You were actually relieved by this. Something about his presence was off but you had no idea why. Maybe it was the fact Virgil had actually invited him? Your finance? Inviting a man of colour to one of his prestigious parties? Surely that wasn't right. But that's what Alastor said, no? ���Thee Virgil Callahan has graced me with an invite, I’d be a fool to deny it’

Maybe you were the fool for over thinking it. 

You picked up a glass of wine. The finest selection there was to offer. That's what Virgil had said. ‘This party has to go perfectly.’ 

As you raised the glass to your lips you felt something bump you from behind. To your horror the wineglass slipped from your hand and flew in slow motion through the air. You watched helplessly as the red wine spilled out all over your finances white suit. 

You heard a snicker from behind you and you briefly saw Alastor walking away with a grin on his face. 

Did he push you? 

“Y/N! What the hell!” Virgil yelled and gave you a hard slap as you turned back to face him. 

The room went silent for a moment as you fell to the floor before everyone turned back to their conversations. 

“Stupid women. You ruined my brand new suit! Do you know how much this thing cost?” Virgil spat down at you. “More than your entire existence is worth!” He pulled you sharply by the arm up to your feet and you had to hold back tears. 

“V-Virgil it was an accident I-“ 

“I don’t want to hear it!” He interrupted and pulled you out of the conference room and down a hallway. 

Virgil pushed you into a room, your shared room. He slammed the door behind him and threw you to the floor. Pain shot through your back as it hit the hard wood floor. Your eyes shut as you let out a cry of pain, tears now flowing freely. 

You felt his foot press against your stomach and you gasped for air as it was all forced out of your body. 

“Come on, apologise bitch. And then after the party your cleaning it. I want every stain out by tomorrow night.” 

“Y-Yes Virgil, I’ll clean it. Good as new…” Your voice shook 

Virgil reached down and grabbed your hair, pulling your head back to look at him. 

“And next time, dont spill your drink on me.” 

You nodded frantically and sighed with relief when he finally let go of your hair. He took off his suit jacket and threw it on you with a disapproving glare before turning and leaving, slamming the door behind him. 

With a shaky breath you forced your body up into a seated position. Your back ached and your face stung from his slap. 

You looked down at the white suit now stained with red wine in your lap. It was barely even a drop, why was he freaking out? You sighed and pushed your self to your feet. It would do you no good to think about what’s already happened, may as well move on and get this cleaned. 

[perkycollar]

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Season 6 Episode 3

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[antonjesus]

“The BBC Has Got Itself Into A Real Mess” Carol Vorderman Quits Radio Sh...

[radiodustblog]

Hello, Radio sh-I mean Radio Demon. *Cough* *Cough*

Do you know GHOSTFACE?

Or maybe a murderer called WILLIAM AFTON?

I think these two individuals gave you a run for your money, in different sections in the acts of killing, when you used to be alive and a Serial Killer. William Afton was never caught, while you were found out after you died and Ghostface had some...messy killings, messier than you. They weren't Cannibals, but they definitely got close to threaten your prime days as you were a serial killer up there.

How does that make you feel? *Curious* Do you want info on them to kill them or make a contract with them? They are strong and very capable souls after all. Useful to you perhaps.

Alastor: First of all Ghostface is another word for Fangirls or Boys who loves to play dress up and kill because they want to be like there Idol and second William Afton is a stupid ass killer for killing kids who are weak I would've admired him if he actually fought with an ACTUAL Fighter because in my perspective killing Children is like killing a bug

USELESS

[progtracks]

THE PROGRESSIVE TRACKS SHOW #284  (Halloween)

Halloween (All Hallow’s Eve... All Saint’s Eve... Samhain... however you refer to it) is upon us.  So it’s time for us to explore some appropriately dark music, don’t you think?

Good!  We agree.  Let’s get digging then...      ;o)

Remember, you can stream/download this, and any of the 123 previous editions of The Progressive Tracks Show broadcast on Progzilla Radio, any time you want at: http://www.progzilla.com/?s=progressive+tracks.

Email:  ProgTracks@KPTZ.org  (Comments are always welcome)

- Mike “ProgTracks” Pollack

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Sigh... you think the world could get it together, eh?     ;o(

(1) October 27th Saturday night at 7:30 PM (Seattle - PDT) / October 28th Sunday morning at 2:30 AM (London - BST) on Progzilla Radio (Progzilla.com) or http://tunein.com/radio/Progzilla-Radio-s242911/   (90-Minute Show)

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And if you miss all these opportunities, you can always access the podcasts to this and previous shows (which are scheduled on “Forever Time”):   http://www.progzilla.com/?s=progressive+tracks

You have lots of chances to catch the show… so remember to “Prog On!”

[ceciliasthings]

• Eugene Week 2•

Eugene from the comics:

X

Eugene from the series:

° The Eugene of the series is very different from the Eugene of the comics as in personality but also in the values ​​that made him change°

• While Eugene from the series is kind of fearful, Eugene from the comics is not so afraid of walkers so much that he even kills some and protects his traveling partners sometimes,Eugene from the comics is a bit rude especially to Abraham after he broke up with Rosita and it also affected their friendship•

° His relationship with Abraham:°

"While on the show they have a difficult relationship because Abraham was mad at Eugene because he lied about the cure.In the comics, his relationship is complicated because he lied and also because of Rosita..."

" Before they go to the place where Eugene was going to manufacture the bullets, Rosita breaks up with Abraham because she finds out he's been cheating on her with holly, and she decides to move in with Eugene (This made me very angry because it seems that he was a second option and later in the comics this proves that he only served to fill the void that Abraham left in Rosita ) And then Abraham goes over to their house and Eugene says mean things to Abraham saying that Rosita is with him now and that affects their friendship a little bit, Already in the series Abraham and Eugene fight because Eugene was trying to prove he was a survivor and ended up cursing Abraham for killing a Walker in an attempt to protect Eugene,Abraham, who doesn't like to be cursed, also fought with Eugene.

• But both in the series and in the comics, the two make peace before Abraham dies In the comics they don't hug but Abraham says nice things to Eugene but in the series the two hug and Abraham says the famous phrase " You are a survivor Eugene "But unfortunately this is the last time we see the two talk because in the series Abraham sacrifices To save the group and in the HQs he is hit by an arrow from Dwight.

Personality comics x series:

"Eugene in the comics is more courageous and just like Eugene in the series he is very smart too, but on the other hand he acts very impulsively sometimes or wants to use violence Unlike Eugene from the series who thinks before he acts and almost never goes to the side of violence..

• I particularly prefer Eugene from the series because he doesn't change his personality because of the rosita even though he likes her ,he never changed his appearance or his way of acting because of her,In the ninth season he changed his style but on his own initiative but he is still the smart guy who likes to seek out new things or help,He in the series is a little funnier than in the comics he can have that serious face but sometimes he says funny things.•

•Eugene from the comics at the beginning looks like Eugene from episode 4x11 a serious guy with a "weird haircut" and few words but as the chapters go on We noticed that he is a smart guy and a bit rude at times and very serious, As I said before he is not so afraid and sometimes he uses physical violence..•

•Your relationship with Rosita •

" In the series their relationship (in my opinion) is a very toxic friendship, Rosita always put him down or always rolled her eyes at everything he said Not to mention that on several times she says very heavy and horrible things to him. Like that time she said to him "what are you so afraid of? Dying is easy you're already dead" or The time she wanted him to make a bullet for her but he refused so she said "You're a coward, people only protect you because they pity you so do something useful", In the ninth season it shows that Eugene has feelings for Rosita (and she knows it) And she uses it to her advantage by manipulating him or using him, and when she got tired she said "dammit Eugene you and I will never happen you're not the coco father" Even though while she was training Eugene took care of the coco and still worried about her, And honestly it looks like she missed the attention and on the radio she was talking in a soft voice waiting for him to come back and put her on a pedestal again but he was talking and falling in love with Stephanie (Max) And when she found out about it, she asked him to kiss her (since she was dating Gabriel)But he said no...in episode 11x12 she comforted him after he said that Stephanie broke up with him and it was the first time she did something nice for him without wanting anything in return."

"Rosita and Eugene in the comics are dating (and this relationship is also toxic in my opinion) their relationship is very marked by emotional dependence and substitution, As I said before Eugene changes because of Rosita he tries to act like Abraham to try to please Rosita,At first Rosita rejects Eugene but later to try to make Abraham jealous she is affectionate with him in front of Abraham, and when he died she stayed with Eugene but was ashamed to admit it,When Eugene is captured by the Saviors, she is embarrassed to admit that she is worried about him. And in the Whisperers arc she betrays him with the sidqui and when she becomes pregnant by the sidqui,She plays the victim for Eugene, saying the classic excuses of those who betray "it was a mistake, I don't know what I was thinking, I only love you" and Eugene who loves her he accepts to take on the child Like it was his, but later when rosita died at the stakes and when he was already talking to Stephanie and heading to communhealth Sidqui reveals to him that Rosita planned to run away with him and stay with him.

" Rosita's death really messed with Eugene's head, he got very angry and very out of control he even gave Rick the idea of ​​torturing Lydia,But when he started talking to Stephanie, the anger and sadness he felt passed a little bit and with Stephanie he doesn't have to be someone he wasn't,With Stephanie it seems like he had a healthy relationship and even though he didn't show them much in the comics, Stephanie was supportive of Eugene being himself."

Notes: Remembering that it's my opinion if you don't agree it's ok.

[theministerofwellness]

The Minister DROPS HARD HITTING HEALTH TRUTH On The Carl Nelson Radio Sh...

[stargazypie]

me, a fool: I'll listen to some of those bbc radio SH adaptations while I wait for my lenfilm dvds to arrive, why not. whats the worst that can happen

[newsiesasvines]

Race: Welcome to radio sh-ack! Ack! Ack

[sharoo]

You've been walking for miles on end without a sign of civilisation in sight. And then, you see it - a building not far off from where you are. When you finally reach, you sigh in relief, and look up to see an old neon still flashing dimly in the fading light, greeting you. Welcome to Radio Sh -Ack! -Ack! -Ack!

One of my favorite tropes is post apocalyptic towns being named after dilapidated signs with missing letters, like Novac (no vacancy) and Eaden (dead end). There’s something inexplicable about it

[wheretogofrmhere]

My thoughts on Niall and radio - it's not surprising that he got off to a good start on radio because from the reactions we've seen, people like the song. He has an existing presence on radio (SH). He's willing to do radio station appearances and he's good at them, the DJs love him. He does Jingle Balls and he's a great live performer. So picking up his song is a no-brainer for a station manager in my opinion, and rn it's doing a slow climb which seems pretty normal to me.

yup! 

[musicisthedrug-radio]

(Corey_Biggs)

[beachdazekuci]

TONIGHT: gloss x owen chillson

Tune in tonight for another round of DJ Anj (quite possibly the Sophie to my Frances, or vice versa) and Owen Chillson kickin’ it for Gloss! 10pm-midnight, PST. Sticking with the theme (because we love a good theme), I’ve curated a playlist in honor of one of my favorite films- FRANCES HA (Dir. Noah Baumbach, 2012). Stellar dialogue, stellar cast, stellar soundtrack..criminally underrated. Greta Gerwig stans, please join me in appreciating this sonic love letter to mumblecore’s leading lady.

Don’t treat us like three-hour brunch friends!!!! This is two-hour, high-brow radio sh*t! Tune in anywhere in the world at kuci.org/listen.

[24blogspress]

Dr Clifford Vance Cast is a guest on NBC Television News Station in Phoenix Arizona talking about successful day trading with the Delta Trading Group. The SP500 Emini is a vehicle to help people break into day trading. Dr. Vance Cast and/or representatives of his group appear on national radio sh...

[celeztiallx]

Novocaine

Based on the song "Novacane" by Frank Ocean

“1 ticket to see Jigga, please”, I said to the man at the ticket stand. I handed him a 20 dollar bill and he looked down at it and rolled his eyes. “God damn teenagers and their loud music”, he mumbled underneath his breath as he slid the ticket back to me. I rolled my eyes and made my way down to the lawn, looking around for a spot to sit and enjoy the concert. It was hot out, about 94°. I had on some old thrifted Levi’s on with a regular Green Day shirt. They were one of my favorite bands at the time. I sat down on the lawn; it was ice cold which was expected since it had rained the night before. Ugh. The night before. I looked at the empty patch of grass beside me and thought of Marissa. We had just broken up because she had felt she lost all love for me. I hadn’t. I still loved her and relied heavily on her love for me. We had been together for a while now, and she had become my everything within that time. We were supposed to go to this concert together, but she refused. I was devastated, I felt like no one would be able to replace that emptiness she had left in my heart. “20 MORE MINUTES UNTIL THE CONCERT BEGINS”, roared the announcer over the PA system. The sky was starting to turn dark and sad, just like my heart.

I sighed, shaking my head in an attempt to erase her from my mind. I looked at the people around me; stoners looking around, paranoid that they’ll get caught, wannabe Instagram influencers taking selfies and recording everything around them, and then, I saw Her. Everyone had seen her, she was hard to miss. Long purple hair, braided with big bubble ponytail holders that you usually see kids with. She had on a brown tube top with a fairy-style skirt that had many earth tones on it. Around her neck she had an amethyst ankh and an evil eye necklace, her wrists were full of bracelets with a variety of crystals, and her fingers filled with rings - some even had two on one finger, bringing out the purple of her long acrylic nails. She had a big book bag that looked like a mushroom. While I admit it looked a bit childish, she made it look beautiful. She was beautiful. No. Not beautiful. Ethereal. Her body was perfect, goddess-like even. She looked around, probably finding where to sit, and as we made eye-contact, she smiled at me and walked in my direction. I looked behind me, assuming her friends were behind me. I looked back and she was already sitting down next to me, filling up the empty space beside me. She smelled like incense and sage. “Violet'', she exclaimed, putting her hand out to shake mine. I shook her hand cautiously and replied, “Frank”. She smiled victoriously and pulled out an ice blue bong. She set it up and took a long pull before offering it to me. I’ve smoked before so I accepted. “Wow”, she laughed, “I didn’t think you were the type”. I smiled a little and took a pull, inhaling deeply and begging myself not to make a fool. I exhaled the smoke and immediately felt at ease. Suddenly, thunder clapped in the sky and it started to pour. “Shit”, Violet mumbled looking up at the sky. She looked at me and asked, “Wanna grab some food and go over to my place? We can keep smoking and finish riding out the high''. I agreed, offering to drive as I wasn’t that high yet. She smiled brightly, the rain coming down harder making her bangs stick to her forehead. Her smile had resembled that of the Chesire cat from Alice in Wonderland.

We got up and ran to the car. The rain was accompanied by lightning and it was coming down quickly. I drove us to the McDonald’s that was nearby. She ordered a Happy Meal; 6 piece nuggets, fries and a Sprite. I ordered a cheeseburger and fries, also settling for a Sprite. I paid, of course, you would too if you wanted to impress a girl that everyone wanted.

We set out to drive to her house, during which I saw Violet had sneaked in a couple of fries from the bag, chewing them with that smile of hers. She was blasting Z-Trip on the radio. She said that that’s who she had gone to see at the concert, before the rain had shit on our plans that is. The rain was coming down harder at this point. It overpowered the music that was playing, and while the music was good, something about hearing the rain while I was driving had soothed me. It made me feel at home. I constantly found myself looking over at Violet, admiring her in all her eccentric beauty. Marissa hated hip-hop, and had always preferred to listen to whatever was trending, ESPECIALLY if it was Beyoncé. Oh how much I had hated Beyoncé. Constantly hearing it, over and over and over again, had created such resentment in me towards her music. It was tolerable, but repetitive. I had only indulged in it because I had loved her. I adored Marissa. She had filled in the void that my mother had created when she had walked out on me and my father when I was only 6. She took care of me and had such a nurturing tendency about her. Of course, sometimes she could go overboard and be TOO caring. She wouldn’t let me drink or smoke, claiming it was bad for my health and that I shouldn’t depend on that kind of stuff to bring me temporary happiness. Little did we both know, that it was her that would bring me temporary happiness that I’d eventually depend on.

As we pulled into her house, I noticed how small it was. It looked no bigger than a one bedroom. We walked in and the warmth of the house embraced me immediately. She turned and smiled at me. “Welcome to my home!”, she exclaimed proudly. It was bigger than I had imagined. The kitchen had marble flooring and there were plants everywhere. She was really down to earth. There were posters of old hip-hop groups like Bone Thugs-n-Harmony and Playa Fly all around her living room. The TV was a 75 inch flatscreen and it had a sound system under it, along with the LED lights that changed color with whatever was playing on the TV. Wow. She had money. It made me feel a little embarrassed, knowing that I had sufficient money but not as much as she seemed to have. She handed me a towel and asked me if I had wanted something to warm me up. I declined, lifting up the bag of McDonalds’ that was slowly getting colder by the second. She laughed and grabbed herself a towel and sat on the rug in the living room, patting the spot next to her so I could sit with her. She put on an R&B playlist while I sat down and put the bag in between us. She grabbed the bong out of her bag and set it up. “Let’s smoke first”, she said. I nodded, grabbing the bong out of her hands and taking three long pulls back to back. She clapped and laughed. “Good one”, she laughed. She grabbed the bong back from me and took a couple of pulls herself.

After we ate, we just sat in the living room on the floor getting to know each other. She began to tell me how she wanted to be a dentist and was currently in school studying to do so, but that she didn’t receive any financial support from her parents. “How do you manage to pay for it all?”, I asked. She blushed and looked away. “Films.”, she said. “Adult films''. I was shocked at first, but I realized she was embarrassed by it so I quickly told her that a job is a job in a weak attempt to make her feel more comfortable. Out of nowhere, the high began to rush to my head and I was in a mental state that I couldn’t even explain. I’ve never gotten this high before. It was such a euphoric feeling. Like I was on cloud 9, floating above the clouds. It felt so beautiful. She looked at me and just said, “Enjoy the high.” I looked at her, in those big, beady brown eyes of hers. The sexual tension in the room was so strong. She wanted me as much as I did her. She continued to tell me about her past, breaking eye contact, all flustered. She spoke on how her parents never cared about her, they just wanted her to follow in their footsteps of being a lawyer. She knew from a young age that they would never really indulge in the career choice she wanted. This led to her leaving her parents house to pursue her dreams, which eventually ended up in them saying they would no longer support financially, resulting in her choosing to get a job that paid a lot and fast. At this point, I couldn’t feel my face. The high was kicking in and fast. “What did we smoke?”, I asked her. “Just enjoy the high”, she responded. “I need to know.” I demanded. She got closer to my face and caressing it she responded in a soft whisper, “Novocaine”. My eyes widened in shock and she leaned in and kissed me.

I don’t remember in good detail what happened next. I just know that that night, the way our bodies entwined with one another, as if the sex had been blessed by the Universe itself; the body of a God and Goddess coming together and being one, I would never receive that again. I would never experience that again.

I never saw Violet after that day. I had taken down her number of course, and we exchanged a few texts after that day at her place, but she slowly stopped responding to my messages. She told me that she wasn’t ready to trust another man with her heart. So how I gave up my broken one to her so fast was pure astonishing. I miss her from time to time. I somehow find myself looking for her every once in a while. She became my new high in such little time - an addictive drug. I began to get high before having one night stands with women I’d meet randomly, hoping that somehow, if possible, I’d be making love to her through them. She really was a Cheshire cat, that Violet.