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abbatoirablaze · 3 months ago

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Matched, Elle, Chapter 2

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Warnings: cursing, mentions of being hit, being punched, being pistol-whipped, being drugged, noncon relationship.

“Fucking bitch!” he growled as he continued to rub the bridge of his nose. Your delta couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched Lloyd glaring at you, “Shut the hell up, Bobby. What are you even laughing at? She could have just as easily did this to you...”

“But she didn’t,” he smirked as he crossed his arms over his chest, “because I’m smart enough to know when to give a woman her space.”

“I know when to give a woman her space,” he mocked angrily, sneering at you once more, “yeah, well did you know she had a mean right hook? Jesus, I think she broke my fucking nose.”

“If you bothered to read her profile when we got her back, or even the first time we matched her, then you would have known,” he pointed out, “she was the reigning quadrant champ in her weight league when she was younger for boxing.”

“Oh, look at me, I’m Bobby and I know everything,” Lloyd mocked once more, “fucking prick.”

“He’s supposed to be my alpha?” you teased, giving the delta a look.

Bobby snickered and Lloyd shot the two of you another look of rage.

“I’m not a whiny little sigma bitch if that's what you're insinuating,” he spat, “I’m an alpha. A pack leader. And I take what is rightfully mine. That includes you, Elle!”

“We’ve been looking for you for a long time...” Bobby added in. He ran a hand over his buzzcut length hair, and you found yourself wondering if he’d done that recently, “We’ve been looking for you a very long time, Ellie Bear.”

Your stomach twisted into a knot, “Wh-what did you just call me?”

“Ellie bear,” he said in a softer tone, “is that a name that you don’t like?”

You shook your head, tears springing to your eyes before you could stop them, “no-no, it’s-my family used to call me that...I-no ones called me that in years.”

“What did they call you?”

“Whatever,” you shrugged, pulling on the sleeves of your worn down jacket, “I-you don’t get friendly enough with people and be able to stay on the run for as long as I was...and it’s better to disguise yourself as a boy so there’s less questions in general. The quadrants don’t care about another inlet boy.”

“Well, you’re not on the run any longer...” he said with a sad smile, “you can come home to us, and we’ll take care of you...”

“Yeah, we’ll take care of you really good, Ellie.”

“Don’t call me that,” you hissed, “don’t call me that name. I didn’t go by it for nine years when I was on the run from you and-“

“And now that you’re not on the run, you will go by it. Because it’s your name, Elle,” Lloyd spat, speaking up, “speaking of how much time you managed to waste by avoiding us, they’re going to collar you. Least until we’re sure that you won’t run again.”

Your heart rate spiked as you looked between the two men, “What? C-Collar me? But why? You know where I am. I-you two caught me...”

Lloyd smirked, a smug look crossing his features, “what? Don’t like that we can’t trust you, princess? Or you don't like the thought that now you can't outrun us again?”

“I-“

“Get over it,” he growled, “because of your little stunt, they’re going to be all over you like white on rice. And so will we!”

You felt the anxiety dwelling in the pit of your stomach at the thought of being collared.

When you were younger, you’d seen it a few times, mainly on at-risk women who were likely to run away.

And girls from the inlet who wouldn’t be able to score high enough for a well-to-do man, but who’s parents needed money, so they were sold for the first four years to pleasure houses to pay their family debts.

“I-I can’t be collared,” you said quickly, rising from your seat. You rushed Bobby, putting your hands on his chest. His shirt wrinkled underneath your fingertips, “P-please. I can’t. They-that’s too demeaning. You can’t let-“

“Not up to me, sweetheart,” he frowned sympathetically with a shrug. He pulled a cigarette from his back pocket and lit up, inhaling deeply before tucking the pack back into his pocket, “that decision is on our alpha. And if Lloyd can’t trust you, neither can any of us. And then it’s what it is. It's happening.”

You looked once more to Lloyd as Bobby exhaled, the cloud of smoke enveloping you.

And a new, bitter taste filled your mouth as a new level of his smug aura filled the small intake space.

“Wanna get on your knees and start begging, cupcake?” he asked with a shit-eating grin, “prove you wanna be with us, and I might just let you pick out a designer collar instead of one of those ugly basic things.”

“You’re disgusting!” you spat, glaring at the man.

“Oh, I’ll win you over one day,” he smirked, “we scored too closely on our tests for you not to fall in love with me.”

“No one could ever love you,” you rebuked, “keep your delusions to yourself, alpha.”

“You know, I almost regret pistol whipping you and knocking you out to get you back to HQ...until those pretty little lips open up...and god, when they do, part of me wishes I could do it all over again,” he said, before narrowing his eyes. You caught Bobby shooting him a glare, but he chose to ignore it, “think I might ask if they’ll allow me to muzzle you too. It’s rare, but who knows...you are very high risk now that we’ve got you back. Run away once already...who knows what lies you’d spew to get away from us.”

Your jaw twitched, “you wouldn’t.”

“Try me, pumpkin.”

You nearly stumbled over the threshold of the large home. Bobby gave you a sympathetic look before turning to your alpha, “is all of this really necessary, Hansen? She seemed civil enough in the intake room with just us...”

“I don’t trust her!” he said simply, before pulling on the leash once again, “come on, angel...we’re already late enough because you bit the tech who put the collar on you.”

You huffed under your breath, and he gave you a smile, “what was that, princess? I couldn’t hear you over the muzzle!”

Your eyes narrowed at him, and he chuckled.

“Are you two going to act like this for the rest of our lives?” Bobby asked.

Lloyd shrugged, his moustache lifting ever so slightly as he muttered a soft, “depends on her...she gives us some brats as insurance, maybe she’ll lose the collar and muzzle and leash...til then...that’s on each of you when you have your private time with her.”

Your eyes widened ever so slightly, and Bobby shook his head, “it’s not what you think, Ellie. I-“

“Oh, it’s exactly what she thinks,” Lloyd smirked, “you see, Elle, we have a special little set up here...each of us have a wing in the house where we can utilize it however, we see fit...my goals are great sex and a few brats...you know, be a real family man...probably make Johnny, Charles, and Jefferson raise em, but that’s a problem for another day...Bobby here is surprisingly up for filling this fucking place with his little bastards too. See, nine years ago if you’d have met him he was on my page...just wanted a good girl to drain our balls and keep the halls quiet...but that pack he turned in before you did a number on him...he got a little taste of being an alpha when he found out about that sigma fuck imposter and he had to play my role...ever since then he’s been daydreaming of dipping his dick in that sweet little honeypot of yours and coming out with a houseful of little carbon copies. Charles is all about his ego, so keep sucking his dick dry and he probably won’t notice there’s silence in his wing. He wants a prim and proper lady and thought he had it in you with your hoity toity government family, but he’ll be in for a shocker when he sees just how wrong he was. And as for Jefferson and Johnny...well, they are both a little squirrely and up for anything. Could charm the pants off anyone, but they’re pretty fucking useless otherwise...honestly, you could probably get either one of them to turn off the lights and suck good old Chucky boy dry and spend some more time in my bed if you really wanted to.”

You groaned, your stomach turning at the thought of spending any alone time with the man who was designated as your alpha.

Bobby chuckled when he caught your reaction, “I’m sure she’ll cherish all the time she has away from you, Lloyd...just like the rest of us do.”

“I’ll remind you that I’m your alpha,” he grumbled, following the delta further into the house, “and I-“

“WELCOME HOME!” two of the three remaining men cheered when you three rounded the corner. They had been blowing noisemakers and waving around ribbons, but stopped when they saw how Lloyd was leading you in.

“What the actual fuck?” Jefferson asked, his brow quirking at you as the noise maker fell from his mouth, “what did you do to her, Lloyd?”

“What did you do to our flower?” Johnny asked, rushing you.

You immediately went to take a step back, but stopped when the leash kept you in place.

“Oh my god, what happened to your face?” Jefferson asked as he turned his attention to Lloyd. Lloyd sneered at him.

“Alright, back it up, Jefferson,” he grumbled, “what happened was that I claimed our little princess here and brought her home to us once and for all. You’re welcome!”

“Everyone...this is Ellie...” Bobby smiled proudly, “she beat the shit out of Lloyd when he cornered her.”

“Jesus fucking christ,” Charles grumbled as he downed his drink and put the rocks glass back on the counter, “this is what we waited for and she’s fucking feral!”

“She-she’s just a little rough around the edges, Charles...” Jefferson tried, giving him a soft look, “give her a chance.”

You frowned as he picked up the bottle of scotch and started out of the kitchen.

“I’m going to be in my wing if any of you need me,” he grumbled, not bothering to look back as he disappeared down the hall, “call me when she learns how to speak English and act like a woman and not a beast.”

“He uh-he’s been a little moody since he was pulled from his last match.” Johnny tried to apologize.

“You’re not supposed to tell her about that!” Jefferson hissed, hitting Johnny in the arm. Your eyes snapped to Lloyds, the conversation replaying in your head. He averted your gaze.

“Look, we all said yes,” Johnny said quickly, as he undid the leash and pulled off your muzzle, “we could have said no when Lloyd approached us about being pulled from our matches, but you are the highest any of us have ever scored, and-“

But you had immediately turned your attention back to Lloyd, a new anger pulsing through you, “YOU RIPPED THEM ALL FROM OTHER MATCHES? YOU SAID THEY ALL FELL APART!”

“Hey-stop hitting me-CUPCAKE-STOP IT!” he yelled, “BOBBY!”

Bobby wrapped his arms around you from behind and you tried to fight him off, but he was too big.

“PUT ME DOWN!” you squealed, “Put me down. I-“

You were muzzled once more when Lloyd ripped the device from Johnny’s hands, “you fucking idiot. She didn’t know any of that. This is why you need to think before you speak, Storm.”

You were fighting in Bobby’s arms, and your hair was in your face, but you didn’t let that stop you. You could hear fumbling from beside you as Johnny apologized to Lloyd and Jefferson asked him, “What are you doing?”

A pinch in your arm made you kick even harder, if only for a second before a warmth flooded through your body.

“This is why I said no parties,” Lloyd spat angrily, “I knew that she’d be damned near feral when we found her. For fucks sakes, she’s been alone for nine years without any of us. Bobby, is the sedative kicking in?”

“Yeah?” he nodded, the timbre of his voice softly lulling you into a darkness, “I can feel her heartrate slowing down...and she’s still squirming, but not as much.”

“Put her in your room for the night...but make sure that she’s tied down,” he huffed, “we don’t need her escaping us yet again.”

“Yeah...” You felt yourself shift in Bobby’s arms and suddenly you were seeing images of his face. Pictures entered your mind of nine years ago when he had his long hair and aviators.

Your hand reached up and you stroked his cheek and it was back to his buzzcut and sad eyes, “Pretty, pretty man...”

He took a sad, deep sigh, looking at you for a moment as he started down another hall, “it’ll get better, Ellie...it’ll all be okay, I promise.”

And then your world went dark.

Chapter 3

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libraryledge · 2 days ago

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The Road to Success (And to the Oscars)

Last night in Los Angeles, was the first public screening of A Complete Unknown, and many critics received the film with high praise. With this in mind, I can't express how much I'd love for Timothée Chalamet to win his first Oscar this year. Yes, I am a fan of his, but it goes deeper than that. He's worked for years to prepare for the role of young Bob Dylan on his rise to fame. The opportunity for this biopic came to him before the release of blockbuster films such as Dune and Wonka, which made Chalamet a household name. He read countless books, listened to hours worth of music, and traced Dylan's footsteps in order to get into the headspace of singer in the 1960's. He not only trained his voice to capture the artist's sound, but most importantly worked to embody the folk legend's essence.

Interestingly, Chalamet would be the youngest best actor winner in the Academy Awards' history if he won. He already made history in 2018 for being the youngest best actor nominee in almost 80 years for his role in Call Me By Your Name. As someone who is passionate about acting and cinema and would love to work in the industry someday, this gives me hope. Young people are often underestimated because they are believed to have short attention spans or not possess enough experience to make an impact in the world of filmmaking. Chalamet disproves this by not only leading an incredible ensemble cast in A Complete Unknown, but by serving double duty as a producer on the film as well. While it is true that as the up and coming generation, we must learn from the achievements of those before us, it doesn't mean that we aren't capable of blazing our own path and proving that we have enough grit and determination to make waves in the industry.

However, as much of a milestone it would be for Chalamet to win an Oscar, awards aren't what make a film or performer great. Rather, the passion and dedication to a project are what lead to success. Bob Dylan himself is someone who knew that best. Yes, people sung his praises and applauded his lyricism, but even when those who once commended him turned their back on him, he persevered with his craft. To this day, Dylan's aim isn't for recognition, but rather the ability to get his point across and share the art he creates with audiences.

Whether the Academy will reward Chalamet during its ceremony in March for his commitment towards bringing Dylan's story to life is something that only time will tell. Since this award season has several directors, actors, and peers that the young actor collaborated with throughout his career, who are in the running for other top prizes, it would certainly make for an emotional night. It would be incredible to witness this full circle moment of the actor being called to the stage to face a room filled with people who watched him grow both as a person and performer over the past decade. Whether Timothée Chalamet will take home the coveted statue remains a mystery whose answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind. However, one thing is for certain: award or not, he is already a winner as he has inspired countless individuals like myself who know that tenacity and love for one's craft are truly the road to success.

(Current Oscar Predictions According to Variety Magazine)

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