#FRAT LOGAN FRAT LOGAN FINALLY HELLO

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wheres the local whore they would jump for joy at this

where the fun begins * ls2 (ms47)

logan sees you wrapped around another’s arms shortly after you ghost him and he decides to wreak some havoc

pairings: frat!logan x reader, college!mick x reader

notes: hi guys fun fact i am running out of logan gifs to use because i write for him too much LMFAO it’s a very interesting problem to have

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“hey, isn’t that,” oscar presses his lips into a thin line, pointing across the bowling alley towards your direction. “isn’t that the girl you brought to our party a couple times?”

logan hums in confusion as he walks back towards oacar from his turn. he tilts his head and follows his friends’ finger.

there you were, at the end of the long stretch in the bowling alley surrounded by your girlfriends. but it’s not difficult to pick out the odd one out of the group: a guy.

a blonde guy, in fact. logan almost laughs seeing you hop over to him after your turn, his smile dropping almost immediately when he sees you tuck yourself under his arm and wrapping yours around his waist.

“oh, wow,” oscar mutters, eyebrows raising in shock. “i didn’t know you guys broke up.”

absolute lie. oscar knows everything that goes on in the frat house. he has eyes and ears everywhere on campus. as for you, he’s been secretly seeing your friend lily, and she had briefly mentioned that you and logan stopped talking not too long ago.

he was starting to worry about logan’s antics getting too crazy again, skipping classes and bringing back random girls again. it all started to make sense when lily dropped the bomb on him.

and he doesn’t blame you.

“we weren’t dating,” logan answers quickly, waving his friend’s concerns away. he tries to tell if you would pull away from this unnamed guy, feeling the frustration in his chest grow as he watches you with him.

he hasn’t seen, or talked to you, in almost three weeks. he’s tried calling and sending you text messages, even frequenting spots on campus he knows that you could pass by or hang out in. he never sees you anywhere.

he misses you, as much as he hates to admit it. while you had bought his endless excuses to take your dating situation slow and he refused to put a label on what you had, he does like you genuinely.

“mate, where are you going?” liam lifts his head, turning to logan who’s already walking away. “it’s your turn.”

“play for me,” logan mutters, shaking his head. “i’ll be right back.”

“let’s just take a quick toilet break, maybe,” oscar mutters, patting liam on the back. the australian huffs, putting the bowling ball he had just picked up back onto the rails.

he chases after logan and waves a hand in his face. “are you sure about this? should you even really be approaching her?”

“i just wanna ask her something, don’t worry,” logan snorts, ignoring his friend’s silent pleads to turn back the other way.

he’s typically the type to wreak havoc, which he actually put aside during the short couple of months he was with you. you were more on the reserved side and found that logan was too chaotic with his ways, especially with his parties and defiant attitude.

but when you ghosted him out of the blue after one of his parties, the urge to be a menace rose back up again.

“hey, you seem to have a type, you know.” he leans on the table right next to you, chin resting in his palm. “tall, blonde…”

your laugh is cut short, tearing away the arm wrapped around you. you step forward and turn to him with a confused stare. “logan… come on.”

some of your friends has taken notice of his presence, exchanging glances and giving him dirty looks. logan resists the urge to take the jab at them because he kind of owes it to them that you’d even given him a chance in the first place.

oscar presses his lips into a thin line, glancing at lily with wide eyes. when she told him he had plans, he didn’t know those plans would be at the bowling alley either.

perhaps she planned it so you could parade your new boyfriend in front of logan unknowingly? which is, he has to admit, kind of funny. he’ll make sure to ask lily about it later.

“what? just an observation,” he grins smugly at you, knowing well how you hate every second of this interaction.

he knows how much it irritates you when he’s causing trouble and chaos. or even just trying to spark up an argument — it’s never in your typical serene nature to engage in anything that causes you too much stress.

“can you please just go?” he sees you glance at oscar, your eyes downturned with a plead. “not here, logan.”

“i thought you’d be more excited to see me,” logan tilts his head, trying to sport an innocent stare. “we haven’t seen each other in three weeks. don’t you remember the times when you couldn’t even go two days without seeing me?”

“logan!” you scoff exasperatedly, glancing at the boy watching the scene go down. “seriously, can you not cause a scene?”

“i’m just making small talk.” logan finally turns his head to acknowledge your friend. now that he’s gotten a good look at him, he looks kind of familiar. is he the guy in one of your classes that he’s caught staring dreamily at you? he is pretty sure it is. “found yourself a boyfriend, did you?”

“mate, she asked you to fuck off,” mick scoffs with a small smile.

“logan, let’s just go back. let’s go,” oscar mutters, ready to walk away, towing logan by the elbow to head back to the other end of the bowling alley.

“no,” logan mutters, moving his arm out of oscar’s grasp. he leans on the table again and clasps his hands together. “she’s cute, right? you just wanna put her right in your little pocket?”

you close your eyes and purse your lips, opening them to glare at logan. “we’re just trying to have a game of bowling.”

“yeah, she’s very cute,” mick smiles forcefully at him. he keeps a hand on the small of your back as he turns to logan. “sucks, right? she isn’t at your beck and call anymore?”

“he’s just trying to get a reaction out of you. just ignore him,” you mutter, tugging at his arm towards the lane that your friends have settled in. “it’s easy.” you glance at logan. “i’ve been doing it for three weeks.”

logan laughs, raising his eyebrows at your response. he’s growing agitated as well but he can’t show that to you. you shouldn’t know what kind of effect you’ve got on him. “i never got invited to the plans you’d make with your friends,” he points at mick nonchalantly, “why him?”

you stop in your tracks and tilt your head. you furrow your eyebrows, unsure if he had really asked you that question when the answer is very clearly in everyone’s faces.

hell, even oscar knows why you didn’t opt for the option that is logan sargeant.

“why’s that matter?” you chuckle dryly. “my friends like inviting him to our plans.”

logan tilts his head, looking at your friends with a small smile. some of them return the gesture, some of them simply roll their eyes and scoff at him. “they like me.”

“used to, mate,” oscar whispers, only loud enough for him to hear. he tugs on logan’s shirt again. “let’s go. the guys are waiting for us.”

“not everyone likes hanging around a dick,” mick shrugs simply. he looks at oscar. “no offense.”

“none taken,” oscar laughs dryly, pulling logan in the direction of their lane at the other end of the alley. he smiles at you apologetically. “sorry for us being here.”

you smile at oscar. “no worries. you’re not the issue.”

logan shrugs, rolling his eyes, still very much committed to the nonchalant facade. though, it irritates him seeing you intertwine your fingers with mick.

objectively speaking, he could cause a scene right then and there. but seeing as that you’re not biting into his games, then there’s no reason for him to do that. it would only be embarrassing.

“i just came over to invite you to the party we’re throwing this friday night,” logan smiles, finally pushing himself off the table. he shoves his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “i’ll expect you there — i don’t just invite anybody to our house parties.”

you grin. “thanks, i’ll think about it.”

“mate, just fuck off. do you not get what ghosting means? she doesn’t want anything to do with you,” mick smiles, the innocence and friendliness of it all making logan want to tear walls down and flip tables.

“just letting you know,” logan says directly at you. “you know i always know how to show you where the fun begins.”

“okay,” you answer shortly, mick finally moving from his spot to step away from logan and oscar. “see you around, logan. it’s nice seeing you again, oscar.”

“sorry again for the bother,” oscar laughs sheepishly, pushing logan away from the table. he looks over at mick and your friends with an apologetic nod. “sorry guys.”

“i’ll be waiting for you to be in attendance, babe,” logan winks at you before he finally lets oscar whisk him away. “we’ll have fun just like we used to.”

“stop it!” oscar scolds, giving him a hard shove to kickstart their walk. “and what party are you inviting her to? we don’t have a party this weekend.”

“yeah,” logan smiles proudly, nodding at oscar. “we are now throwing a party on friday.”

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Chikara: Ojike (3/?)

Summary: Ellie finally moves forward with her life, and something goes horribly wrong. Ojike translates to Fear.

Warning! This chapter contains violence, pain and sexual violence. Read at your own risk.

Series Raiting: Mature. Angst, character death and violence, Nsfw content.

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** I apologize in advance. Line break is not working

"Again." He ordered. Ellie got into position as Colt charged her, she quickly ducked under his punch and jabbed him in the side. Colt turned around and faced her, this time his leg swept out and Ellie quickly jumped out of the way, taking out his other leg. Colt fell to the ground,  but not before he grabbed hold of her ankles taking her down with him. He pinned her down on the ground, his face inches from hers. "Damnit Ellie. Remember always watch your opponent's movements. It could be a matter of life or death." She rolled her eyes "Is this really necessary?"

Colt let go of his hold on her, Ellie used her body strength to flip Colt over. She straddled him pinning his arms above his head. "Always watch your opponent's movements." She smirked at him. "Cute." He chuckled. She pressed her lips to his, as he wriggled his arms free, his hands stroking her sides.

"Ok, let's work on another sequence."

Colt jolted up from a dead sleep. It was just a dream, but damn if it didn't feel real. Shortly before Ellie went to Riyas, Colt taught Ellie some self defense. Every member of the Kaneko family was made to take different forms of martial arts. Teppei may not have wanted Colt to take the helm of the MPC, but he damn sure insisted he have the same training. He looked at his phone, 8 pm which mean it was 11pm Eastern time. He crept from the couch, and walked out the back door taking a seat on the steps. He punched in his passcode and opened his photos,opening the one album that got him by, Ellie.

There weren't many, mostly of prom. A few from their time together at the garage, the times they spent sneaking around with each other.  He missed her so much it hurt, the days were ok he kept himself busy, but the nights wore the worst. He told himself not to do it, but his needs got the best of him. He punched in the number he memorized by heart, blocking the number of course. He held it to his ear as it rang on the other end, 3 times before he heard it

Hello?

He felt like the air had been sucked out of his lungs. Such a sweet sound, a sound that could bring him to his knees.

Hello? She said again.

He couldn't speak, but god did he want to. He wanted to tell her that he loved her and missed her so much. He wanted to tell her that he was coming there, to be with her, to protect her, but he just couldn't. He shouldn't have even called.

Colt? Colt is it you? He could hear the desperation in her voice.

He panicked, quickly hanging up the phone.

"Hey, there you are? How's that side feeling?" A voice came up behind him. He quickly wiped the tears that had been pooling in his eyes "Hey x, yeah im feeling a little better. I'll be heading back home tomorrow. " he stood averting her gaze so she wouldn't see the sadness he couldn't shake. He stepped into the house, ximena following behind. After he was attacked he went to the only place he thought he could get help, ximena. He filled her in on what happened, And how the assailant told him that Wallace sent him. Colt was planning on going after them, hunting them down and taking care of them once and for all.

"I know you miss her Colt. But you're going to burn yourself down before you can even make it to her. Get out of LA, got be a normal guy." Ximena ruffled his hair with her fingers. "I don't know how to be a normal guy X. And if the brotherhood is out there still, it's not safe for me to be around her, not yet." He flopped down on the couch,  wincing in pain as he forgot about the fresh gash on his side. "I just hope you know what your doing kid."

******

East Coast.........

"Colt. Colt is that you?" Ellie panicked,  desperate to hear his voice, but she was met by the end of the call.

"Hey, whats up Ellie? Ingrid came to find her as she had stepped away once she noticed the blocked call flashing on her screen. It had to be him, he would be the only one to call her blocked, but why wouldn't he say anything?

"I think Colt called me blocked." Ingrid gave her a stern look. "Did he say anything?" Ellie shook her head no. "Well how do you know it was really him? I think you need to put your phone in your purse." She took the phone from Ellies hand, and slipped it into her purse. "And enjoy the movie with us. Nick seems to really like you." Ingrid grinned looping her arm in Ellies. "Yeah, You're right. Ok I can do this." Ellie took a deep breath and rejoined the two men for the movie.

Over the next couple of weeks Ellie spent most of her free time with Ingrid, Kyle and Nick. She knew Nick liked her it wasn't much of a secret, Ingrid made sure to tell her every chance she got. She also broadened her horizons by taking a few dance classes, and not the classical training ones her father forced her into, since she enjoyed learning from Logan. It was two days before Christmas break kicked off.  Ellie had just finished her last paper and pressed send, closing her laptop when ingrid busted into the room. "Get up, were going out."

She demanded, throwing open Ellie's closet. "Ah. Ok where are we going?" She came up beside Ingrid, who was frantically searching through Ellies clothes.  "Nothing. You have nothing here. Guess you'll have to wear something of mine then." Ingrid sighed. "Ingrid, slow the hell down, where are we going?" Ingrid stiffened rolling her eyes as she turned towards Ellie. "Ellie. It's the sigma beta sigma holiday mixer. The most important of all holiday parties on campus, and we scored an invite." Ellie knew a few of the sigma brothers, she helped a few of them writing reports for them.

"Yes. Yes this will work beautifully." Ingrid held up a bright red short flare dress, with a squared neck and spaghetti straps.she handed the dress to Ellie, and motioned to change. It fit like a glove, she paired it with a pair of black tights and booties, colts leather jacket the finishing touch. She scrunched her hair,  giving the illusion of perfect beach waves. Ellie looked at herself in the mirror, it had been a while since she got dolled up, but she felt good. "Ok, time to take a selfie." Ingrid grinned as she slid up next to her, both posing for the picture. "

She posted the photo to Instagram, tagging Ellie and they headed for the party.

Once there Ellie enjoyed herself dancing and chatting with some people she met in a study group. She broke into a smile when she spotted Nick approaching with two red solo cups. "Hey you." Nick handed her a cup. "You look stunning Ellie." She held the cup in her hand, staring down at the contents. "You're not going to end up drunk off one drink. Its holiday punch." Nick teased as Ellie lifted the cup to her ruby lips taking a modest sip. She immediately grimaced at potent concoction she ingested. Nick snorted at her expression. "Ok, that was downright disgusting." She gagged.

She shared a few dances with Nick, before she knew it it was almost 12. She went in search of Ingrid to let her know she was leaving, she had a ton of packing to do and her flight left at 10 am. She looked everywhere she possibly could before giving up her search. "Can you tell Ingrid I had to leave. I can't find her anywhere." She asked Nick who was nursing a beer in the corner of the room. "Yeah, sure.  Do you want me to walk you home?" He searched her eyes for any kind of sign "No, I'll be alright. Thanks though. You're such a good friend Nick." She stood on her tiptoes placing a kiss on his cheek. "Yeah, good friend." He half chuckled. "Merry Christmas Nick." She smiled as she headed for the door.

It was a couple block walk back to the dorm. She pulled colts jacket tightly against her body, to shield herself from the bitter wind that slashed against the sheer fabric of her legs. It had just snowed a few days prior, so she had to be careful walking not to slip in ice with the slight heal on her boots. She made it a block from the frat house before she noticed a shadow trailing behind her. A chill rippled through her body, but not from the cold. She picked up the pace, trying to put some distance between her and the uneasy feeling of the stranger behind her. She crossed the the other side of the street in hopes the other person would stay on the opposite side, and when they followed she felt her heart drop and pulse race.

Just 2 more blocks to go, but the uneasy feeling grew as the person picked up their pace. Ellie broke into a sprint as they headed for the dimly lit alley that separated her from the town and the campus.  If she could just make it onto school property she would be ok. She walked into the alley, a dead end. Her nerves getting the better of her, she took a wrong turn, there was only one way out and the person following her, a man, was now right in front of her, blocking her only exit.

"Man, you're a hard one to get alone." He spoke, as he gave her a crooked smirk. "St- stay back. You. You don't know who you're messing with." Her voice betrayed her. "Heh," he laughed. "I know exactly who you are Ellie wheeler. Man, Jason said to take care of you." He began to move forward, Ellie cowering away backing into a wall. "You're a lot cuter than I expected. I think I'll have myself a little fun before I kill you."

"Jason? No. He's in jail." Ellie whimpered in disbelief.  "Oh. You didn't hear? He escaped. And he wants retribution for your betrayal." The man lunged for her, somehow she remembered the training she got from Colt, her father and Logan.  She stepped to the side slightly, bringing her knee up and slamming it into his groin hard. He crumpled to the ground with a loud grunt as Ellie ran towards the opening of the alley. "No you fucking dont." He reached out grabbing her leg, pulling her down to the cold, unforgiving pavement. She picked herself up quickly,  shaking off the stinging pain of her hands.

Her assailant gripped her by the hair spinning her around and slamming her into the brick wall, hitting her head. A small trickle of blood ran down her face, As she screamed out. His hand gripped tight in her hair he spun her around to face him. "My. My father is a detective,  he will see you in jail. And my. My friends, the MPC. they'll kill you." She sobbed out the man looked at her with a wildness in his eyes. "I'll be long gone by the time they find you sweet thing. The brotherhood stays hidden." He began to push her dress up. Panic set in, she flailed wildly as he cupped her mouth drowning out her screams. She moved her head biting down on his hand hard, eliciting a scream from the man. He lifted his hand and back handed her, sending her to the ground again. "You little bitch. I'm going to enjoy this." He spoke as he grabbed her legs, pulling her towards him. Ellie thrashed her legs frantically, freeing one and kicking him into the stomach. She stood, adrenaline pumping,  anger coursing through her veins. She kneed the in his jaw as he doubled over in pain from the kick to his abdomen. She should have ran, she should have screamed for help but the only thing on her mind was hurting the man who attacked her.

As she landed blow after blow she felt herself being torn apart, the shy sweet nerd she once was falling away, leaving something behind she didn't quite recognize. The man collapsed on the ground, face bleeding badly from where Ellie punched repeatedly. With some strength he grabbed hold of her ankle yanking her to the ground. He hovered above her grabbing her head on either side and slamming it back into the pavement with a sickening thud. Her eyes flickering shut she seen a figure ran into the alleyway pulling the man off of her. The last thing she heard was her name being called repeatedly as she slipped into blackness.

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Still Human Chapter 4

Word count: 1366 Tag List: @tinkslittlebelle

Virgil’s eyes hurt. He groaned, forcing them open and blinking away the bleariness. How long he’d been asleep, he didn’t know. He barely remembered what happened- Oh. Yeah. Party tonight. And bad memories. And Roman.

Virgil rubbed his eyes, groaning again. Fucking Roman, having to witness his composure fall apart and betray him. He probably felt bad for him now. If there was a list of things Virgil hated, the topper was pity. Virgil smirked at the list idea. Maybe it’d be a good idea to make one. You know, just for fun. He reached over the side of the bed, his heart almost stopping when he was met with air. His bag-where was his bag?! Did…Roman take it? Virgil fell against the bed again, putting his arms over his eyes. Of course. This is how he’s rewarded for showing weakness. Roman steals his fucking bag. He pushed himself off the bed, flinching when his foot hit something. Peeking out from under his bed was a familiar black band. Oh no, he just stuffed it under the bed! Virgil felt a little lighter, knowing Roman didn’t betray his trust. The light feeling lasted until the spotted the pillow he was sleeping on and the one he was snuggling. Smeared with eyeshadow. Oh, great. Virgil’s face must be a mess, then. He grabbed his phone and flipped the camera to the front. Ugly smudged black lines ran down from his eyes, taking some foundation with it. Virgil growled and swiped at his face angrily, smearing more makeup all over his sleeve. So far he’s made an enemy, had his personal bubble disturbed and broken down in front of a stranger-all in one day! Great start, Virgil. He took off the rest of his makeup and checked the time. He’d already missed his English class and most of Science, so there was no point in going out again. A text caught his eye when he closed his phone’s camera. An unknown number, the text simply saying “I’m hoping this is Virgil. Roman tells me you skipped English for a personal reason. Please meet me at *address* at 6:30.” His English teacher used proper grammar in texts? Virgil shook his head with a chuckle. What a geek. It was 4:45 at the moment (Jesus, he’d been asleep for 3 hours!), so he had a little while until he had to see his English teacher. Virgil locked his dorm room door, put on his headphones, and blared music as he returned to drawing. He found himself smiling as he was finally left alone to doodle in peace. Thank god for door locks and loud music.

 Virgil had to will himself up the stairs of the light blue house where his English teacher apparently lived. He started having second thoughts as soon as the taxi he’d taken had pulled up, but if they were given work, he needed to stay caught up… He rang the doorbell, jolting when a bird squawked in response to it and a dog started barking. Jeez, it sounds like he set off world war 3 in there… “That’s enough, Watson, thank you,” a voice spoke over the dog. The door opened and Virgil was almost knocked over by a thin, pure white dog as it blew out the door. Virgil watched after the dog before turning to the man who answered the door. He instantly felt a little intimidated. The man was taller than him (though, admittedly, that’s not a hard feat) and was giving him a suspicious glare. Virgil gulped and forced his voice past his squeezing throat. “I’m…Virgil…” The glare went away instantly. His English professor fixed his tie against his black shirt. “Ah…Forgive me. Come inside.” Virgil cast another look at the white dog, then followed the professor inside. The bird he’d heard squawk came into view-an African grey parrot, and an impressive one at that. It rested on a free wooden perch with newspaper on the floor to catch whatever it dropped. Unsurprisingly, there were bird toys all over the house so the parrot could entertain itself. “Over here.” The professor motioned to the small living room. Virgil followed him in. The first thing he noticed was that the TV was on and playing kids shows. The second was the man sitting on the couch and watching them. The English professor walked over and tapped the man on the shoulder. “Patton, I have someone here. Just so I don’t startle you.” “Can I see them?” The other man-Patton-spoke suddenly. The professor nodded and Patton jumped up, catching sight of Virgil. Virgil stepped back slightly, offering a shy wave. Patton broke into a huge grin. “Hello! Oh Logi, he’s adorable-“ “Patton, remember what I said about calling people that out loud,” Virgil’s professor said, softly yet sternly. “You don’t know how he’ll feel about it.” Patton looked back. “Can I hug him?” “You’ll have to ask his permission,” the professor said at the same time Virgil said “I’d rather you didn’t.” Patton turned disheartened eyes to the professor, who sighed and pulled him into a hug. Virgil noticed the glint of something shiny on the two men’s hands. He smiled a little at the sight. Married…

The professor kissed the top of Patton’s head, getting a happy grin in response. “I have to work with Virgil here. Do you mind moving to the bedroom?” “Nope!” Patton bounced happily, pulling out of the professor’s arms and running down a hallway. The professor watched him go with a soft smile. He turned to Virgil again, who hid his own smile. “So. The work you missed. Let’s get you caught up.”

Virgil wound up missing the frat party, spending hours with his English professor-Logan Ester, he learned his name was. What started as a catching-up-with-work-and-fuck-off-again night turned into a -play-with-Watson-the-dog-and-Sherlock-the-parrot-while-learning-about-Autism-night. Seriously, Logan told him about Autism. Apparently Patton had it, as well as Roman. Logan instantly put to rest any thoughts Virgil had about Autistic people being stupid. They may not understand some things, they may miss a lot of social cues, and many may be prone to meltdowns, but they’re still humans with emotions. “I’ve had people give me dirty looks when Patton announces he’s my husband,” he told him at one time. “They think people with Autism don’t understand love and can’t consent to anything. They don’t seem to understand that they can feel love-Patton proposed to me, not the other way around.” Virgil went home with a bit of homework and a lot to think about. He recalled the jerkass way he’d treated Roman before and decided to make it up to him somehow. He returned to the dorm to a furious Lily. “What the fuck, V?!” She yelled. “You were supposed to come to the party tonight!” “I had better things to do,” Virgil mumbled, shoving past her in the doorway. “And don’t call me V.” “What could be more important than meeting new possible friends!?” Virgil turned back and glared at her. “Homework.” With that, he slammed the door to his dorm room.

His phone buzzed with a text later that night, as he was getting ready to sleep. It was from Lily. Go figure.

You: what Blond Bitch: V, I’m sorry Blond Bitch: I just realized how I sounded. I shouldn’t have pressured you into coming to the party Blond Bitch: I just don’t want you to be unpopular, you know? You: no Blond Bitch: think of it this way-the more friends you have, the less likely it is that John will go after you You: maybe i want to be upopular You: *unpopular Blond Bitch: V, please…At least show up to the next one? Blond Bitch: all my friends wanna meet you Blond Bitch: and maybe theres other people out there like you Blond Bitch: *there’s You: emos, you mean Blond Bitch: did I say emos? You: can i sleep please Blond Bitch: promise me that you’ll come to the next party. Blond Bitch: else I’ll keep spamming you Blond Bitch: V? Blond Bitch: V Blond Bitch: V Blond Bitch: Virgil You: fine Blond Bitch: Yay! Blond Bitch: okay, I’ll let you sleep now Blond Bitch: good night, V

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『 LOGAN BROWNING, DEMI GIRL, 26 』 → hey, was that SASHA DAVIS i just saw walk past on campus ? i’m sure i’ve seen them before in BRATZ. hailing from SAN FRANCISCO / CALIFORNIA, they’re currently here at northride studying APPAREL / TEXTILE DESIGN. i heard from some guy at a frat party that they’re DEBONAIR & GREGARIOUS, but someone also told me that they’re BRAZEN & SHORT-TEMPERED. i wonder how college life is going to treat them ! ( bambi, 17, they/them, mst )

hello bbs !!! i’m bambi & i’m so excited to get this started ! i love bratz ( of course ), disney, musicals, total drama island, rpdr, & so much more. an knee ways, let me finally introduce bunny boo aka sasha ! please don’t afraid to hit me up for plots !! my discord is always available upon request ♡ 

about sasha:

born in san francisco, ca on march 18th. sasha’s parents divorced just recently, but she doesn’t let that bring them down & is always there for them like they were for her.

sasha met the rest of the bratz gang ( chloe, yasmin, & jade.... who should be brought in js ) in elementary school around the first grade. these queens were inseparable from day 1 & were always designing outfits. during any sleepover they’d hold a mini fashion show that honestly ? has verace shows & all that shit quaking.

other than being deonair & gregarious, sasha is very hard-working. no matter what sasha is working on, she looks into every single detail. sasha is also loyal ( esp to her friends ), confident, determined, & organized.

on the other hand, sasha has a short-temper & can be very bold. there are also moments where sasha’s sassy side will come out, but she’ll always apologize ( depending on how bad the other screwed up lmao ). 

identifying as demigirl, sasha uses the pronouns she/her & he/him interchangeably. she’s out in terms of gender ( & sexuality ) to the bratz group, family, & other close friends. sasha plans to open a fashion company along with the rest of the bratz, & include an androgynous clothing line. 

sasha also loves music !! especially hip-hop & r&b. she has plans to become a music editor as well as a fashion designer.

sasha is currently a cheerleader at northride & loves it ! sasha is probably one of the most energetic ones out on the field no matter if it’s just practice.

the stats for sasha can be found here.

plots/wanted connections:

close friends: open ! sasha is very sociable & totally open to making new friends other than those in the bratz group. they could be cheerleaders together at northride, literally anything.

fellow fashion & music lovers: open !

exes: open !

i’m cool with ( almost ) anything, so don’t be afraid to suggest smth different ! 

that’s all folks ! again, don’t be afraid to contact me via my ims or ask me for my discord info. i want to plot with as many ppl as possible & am open to almost everything !! 

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The Trial - Chapter 1

Hello everyone!

As my first post, I’d like to present to you the first chapter of my first series called The Trial. It’s based on a roleplay scenario I did with a very dear friend of mine, and we both really like how it turned out, so he gave me consent to write it as a regular narrative and post it here.

The Trial is the story of Chris Greene, a foster kid who made it into a prestigious law school and got a very big internship at a fancy law firm. What at first seemed like heaven turns into hell when Chris is forced to face a ghost from his past: the very first big case he’s going to work on will be defending Logan Archibald, his former father-in-law who was responsible for the break up of his engagement two and a half years before. To make matters worse, he’ll have to work side by side with his ex-fiancé, Jake Archibald, who broke things up unexpectedly and without giving any sort of reason. Will Chris be able to let his past go and defend the man who hates him? Will he find out what’s behind the event that changed his life forever?

This story will be posted on a weekly basis on my Patreon page. Chapter 2 is already available there, so make sure you subscribe to keep reading the story!

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1

“You can let them in, Sally, thank you” Mr. Williamson said, pressing the button on the intercom that had buzzed just a second ago. Chris held his breath, getting ready for the sight of him walking into the conference room: the one who once meant everything, who proposed and then a month later came into Chris’s room to break everything up, ask for the engagement ring back and crush all those dreams and hopes with one swift blow. There was no notice, no reason, no nothing, just a simple ‘We can’t get married. I’m sorry’ uttered in a tone of voice Chris had never heard coming from his lips; not that any further explanation was needed: it was obvious that the whole thing was due to his father finding out about their relationship before he got access to his trust fund. That’s what Chris got for being with a frat boy, someone that was way out of his league and who could get anyone he wanted; three years… ended just like that, as if it meant nothing, as if they were wasted.

Now, over two years after the whole ordeal, Chris was sitting in the fancy conference room of the prestigious firm in which he got his internship. All his effort was going to bear fruit, and Chris was beyond himself, working harder than anyone to show his supervisor he was worth it, that he could handle any assignment or case the firm needed him to; what Chris didn’t expect was that he would have to work on a major sexual harassment one involving none other than the man who hated him, who destroyed his chance of happiness, of having a real family: Logan Archibald, son of the famous conservative senator Harold Archibald and father of… him, the one who was heading to the conference room right now along his father and grandfather, the one who years ago was smiling by the pool of his fraternity house during a party, the very first one Chris attended in college.

Chris was just 19, on his first month at Wollenberg University, and got dragged by his roommate to the annual pool party that was supposed to be the major social event on campus. Being surrounded by overprivileged frat boys was something that Chris was absolutely not used to and the thought made him anxious; he was a foster kid who jumped from house to house all around the state, who lived with the bare minimum and had to bust his ass off for every single thing he had, including the scholarship won by academic merit. Even now, when he closed his eyes, Chris could clearly see the white fence of the large house where the party was being held, hear the loud music and see him sitting there, feet in the water, body covered with drops, blond hair still wet, blue eyes filled with that carefree joy only rich youth had. Jacob, Jake, the one who got away… or better, the one who ran away; even his name made Chris shiver and each second that passed was filled with the dread that anticipated an awkward and painful moment. Jake was on his last year when they met, ready to follow his father’s footsteps and go to law school after his graduation, to one day take over the family business and continue being rich, to marry some rich girl, have rich babies. Not someone who would even look at a foster kid.

But he did. For three years they were together, and Jake didn’t do anything else but to look at Chris. And that was something that blew his mind, because there was absolutely no logical reason for it; since the party where they met, Chris saw Jake everywhere he went: the library, the cafeteria, even some study groups. He was reluctant at first, even suspicious – he had been bullied before, been the victim of pranks –, but Jake managed to break all those walls and sneak into his life, and Chris was happy for once, truly happy. For three years. Then Jake was gone. All calls were ignored, and for over two years Chris fought the urge to go after him, stalk his social media, google him. It wasn’t worth it, and he probably wouldn’t like what he would find: Jake, now a lawyer probably, engaged to some girl, maybe even married. So much could have happened in that time… the only thing that wouldn’t change was the indisputable truth that it was over. Jake was gone.

And now Chris was there inside the conference room of the law firm he fought so much to intern at, watching the door closely, knowing Jake, his father and his grandfather were walking towards it. Chris held his breath once again… the doorknob was turning.

*

Two weeks earlier

Chris took a deep breath as he looked up to the tall, imposing building in front of him; it was his very first day at Williamson, Smith & Loeb’s working as an intern – a paid one, a position any law student would kill for. All his classmates coveted the job and the selection process was absurdly competitive, but he got it; he nailed the academic criteria and managed to impress even the most unimpressible partners that interviewed him. Chris looked into the glass doors and took a second to check if his short brown hair was properly combed, if his glasses were not dirty and if his tie knot was not messed up; everything was fine, so he stared at himself, looking deep into his own green eyes and smiled reassuringly before he went in.

“Good morning, what can I help you with?” The middle aged woman behind the front desk asked with a straight face – not friendly, but also not rude; just the right amount of polite you’d expect from a law firm receptionist.

“Good morning” Chris couldn’t stop smiling “My name is Chris Greene and I’ve just been recently hired”

“Oh, yes, you’re the new intern” She nodded, as if she just remembered someone new was about to start “Let me check if your Company ID is ready” She opened one of the drawers and looked for it, smiling when she found it. After giving it a quick look over to Chris to check if he was the same person on the badge, she handed it to him "Welcome to Williamson, Smith & Loeb, Chris. Name’s Sally Pearson and I hope you do well here” Sally smiled for the first time, and it was a comforting one that managed to ease some of his anxiety.

“Thank you, Mrs. Pearson”

“Just Sally, dear. Now go straight to the 10th floor; Miranda will be waiting for you with the information you need”

Chris nodded and headed to the access turnstile, eyes glowing when it opened as he placed his badge on the reader; Sally’s smile and that green light were all the reassurance he needed to quell his heart and calm his stomach down – no matter how many times he succeeded, his insecurities always kicked in when it came to feeling like he belonged somewhere, and in his mind he was still just a foster kid who didn’t have a place of his own. Chris had never been mistreated by any of the families he lived with; they were all nice and gave him whatever he needed for school, took him to trips and even bought him presents every now and then. However, some things were not within his reach: he never had a car, a laptop of his own, an allowance that actually allowed him to do whatever kids his age did; but most important, Chris never had a home, and whenever something big happened he was never included in the plans – one of his foster families moved away and their new house couldn’t accommodate him anymore; or an unexpected pregnancy changed things; or the foster family started not being too comfortable hosting a teenager, despite the fact that Chris had been living with them since he was 10; it was always temporary, always a favor, even if not rubbed on his face.

When he turned 18, he managed to live on his own with some of the money he got access to – his parents had a small amount of it, and it was kept in a savings account after their death waiting for him to be old enough to use it – and the paychecks from a part time job at the local Walmart. But again, everything was a sort of ‘in between’, until he left for college and made friends, had sleepovers, went to parties… met Jake and finally had a boyfriend, someone that cared for him in a deeper way. Or seemed to for a while: even that was temporary, and Chris started thinking living was moving in between the in betweens, enjoying everything while it lasted. Right now, the green light granting access to the elevators was his home, and it was a damn good one. He went into the elevator, holding the door to someone who just came across the turnstiles and who greeted him as if he had always worked there.

“Can you press the 7th, please?”

“Sure” Chris pressed the buttons to their respective floors.

“Did you watch the game last night?”

“Yeah, it was great” He had absolutely no idea which game the man was talking about.

“Tight score! For a while I thought the Mets would lose” The man said in relief.

“Oh, you’re a Mets fan…” Chris said with a small eye roll. He learned that giving this kind of answer was the safest bet, as it would force the other person to either talk about the other team or end the discussion faster.

“Don’t tell me you were rooting for the Braves?!”

“Hey, are you gonna judge me now?” Chris chuckled and the man soon followed.

“Alright, alright… can’t judge a man for his tastes, even when they’re bad” The elevator stopped on the 7th “This is me. Let’s discuss this some time while we watch the Braves get crushed, shall we?” The man said as he stepped out.

“Drinks are on me” Chris answered with a smile and gave his coworker a thumbs up right before the doors closed. It may seem like it was a stupid strategy, but saying he was not into sports or wasn’t aware of any games would create a barrier – and he was sick of things that kept him apart from other people; that guy would probably forget about him by the end of the day, but for the brief amount of time they spent together they were old friends, and Chris could definitely use some.

The doors opened on the 10th floor and Chris walked out, spotting Miranda’s desk. He headed over there calculating each step: he didn’t want to seem too eager nor too tardy; this was something important to him: act as if he belonged, as if things were naturally easy for him to deal with. “Good morning, I’m…”

“Chris Greene” Miranda said before he could; she didn’t seem nearly as nice as Sally “Front desk called informing you arrived. You’re early”

“A better option than late” Chris answered, trying to match her objectivity.

“And witty. We’re going to get along” She said with a slight curve on the corner of her lips, almost imperceptible; Chris figured out quickly that’s the closest he would get to a smile from the woman in front of him “Your supervisor is waiting for you; I suppose you’ve heard of Mark Johnson” Chris’s jaw dropped. Johnson was one of the most famous lawyers the firm had; even though he was still 35 years old, he was known for winning even the most absurdly difficult cases – people called him the ‘jury charmer’.

“Yes, we’ve studied some of his cases” He did his best to keep his voice steady.

“There’s no need to panic, Mr. Greene” Miranda said in a very specific tone that was half annoyed, half reassuring, the one people used whenever someone was freaking out over nothing “You’re in one of the most respectable work places in the city – or better, in the country. HR doesn’t assign interns to supervisors randomly, and if you’re working for Mr. Johnson it’s because you were chosen to do it; in fact, he probably asked to be your supervisor”

Chris was dumbfounded “But…”

“Please, spare me. I got curious and looked into your file and it’s quite impressive” She said in the same tone as before “You’ll do just fine. Now go ahead and introduce yourself; his office is the last one on the hallway to the left”

“Thank you, ma’am”

“It’s miss” She raised her eyebrow “I like you, but don’t push it”

“Thank you, miss” Chris said, blushing a bit, as he ambled towards the hallway she indicated, his heart thumping inside his chest with every step he took towards the office at the end. Even the sight of the door was imposing, as if it wasn’t just another plank of wood used to separate two different parts of a building but a portal to some other dimension where he would have a lot to measure up to. When he got there, Chris did his ritual of holding his breath before knocking – in case the world would run out of oxygen when he heard the deep voice on the other side say “Come in”

Chris opened the door and stepped in “Mr. Johnson, I’m…”

“Oh, Chris!” The man said excited, getting up “Come in, come in!”

“Of course, sir” Mark’s reaction was completely different from what Chris expected: Mark sounded eager, as if he was the one about to meet someone important.

“It's Mark” He said, shaking his head “We’re going to be working together and I don’t want any excessive formality between us” Mark reaches his hand out to Chris, who gives him the firmest handshake he could.

“It’s an honor, sir… I mean, Mark”

“Likewise. Your file was pretty impressive, and all the lawyers wanted to supervise you” Mark smiled wide, clearly happy with meeting him “Thankfully I have some privileges around here and got to snatch you before they could”

Chris couldn’t help but blush, as it was extremely flattering to be treated as a prize by someone like Mark Johnson “I hope I can measure up to your expectations”

“Oh, I’m sure you will, Chris” Mark said reassuringly “But I don’t want you to put excessive pressure on yourself. Just relax and do as instructed; I’m not going to demand anything unreasonable. Now tell me, how’s your day so far?” Mark asked in a kind tone, pointing to a chair across from his desk. Chris sat down, feeling a heavy weight being lifted from his shoulders, and answered his supervisor’s question casually, keeping the tone of the conversation light.

Mark seemed interested in hearing everything Chris had to say, and it didn’t take long for him to be comfortable. Some of the questions were personal, but not overly, and Chris was happy to hear Mark comment on his answers with information about himself as well; it was more of an ice breaker than an interview or a lecture, and Chris was smiling the whole time – belonging was the most important thing to him, and Mark made him feel at home. After about 15 minutes of chatting, the phone rang and Mark answered it “Yes, Miranda. Oh, that’s good to hear. Can you ask her to hold while I finish giving Chris his first task? Thank you” He looked at Chris before hanging up “Conversation was nice, but as you can see we don’t have many idle moments here”

“That’s good to know, Mark, I’m eager to start learning and helping in any way I can” Chris answered with a smile.

“Hard working, as I expected you to be” Mark got up and motioned for Chris to follow him into the hall. He opened a small office, right next to his “You’ll be working here, close to me, so if you need anything I’m just a step away” Chris nodded and Mark continued “You have all the log in information you need on that folder on your desk and Miranda will be bringing you some work to do; for now, all I want you to do is organize some files for the case I’m working on. Paperwork is a mess sometimes and I hadn’t had the time to sort things out; just pay attention to the dates on each document and put them in chronological order”

Chris nodded to sign he understood “Do you want me to file them together by month or week?”

“Monthly will do just fine” Mark smiled and patted Chris on the back “If you have any questions, just let me or Miranda know”

“Will do, sir…” Mark gave him a look “I mean, Mark” Chris corrected himself as Mark walked back into his office, smiling. Chris was beyond himself when he closed his own door, in his own office and sat by his own desk, on a very comfortable chair that soon would be molded to himself. He closed his eyes and took another deep breath, but this time it was all about savoring the moment – his moment, the result of all his hard work. For a second, he thought about Jake and wished he could grab his phone and text him, tell him how perfect everything was, but Chris shook it off quickly; he wasn’t going to go there, follow that road. He opened his eyes and looked into the folder with all the log in instructions and turned his computer on; before long, he was able to get familiar with the firm’s system and access all its features. He was reading the firm’s welcome e-mails when a knock on his door interrupted him “Yeah?” He said and Miranda opened it, pushing a cart with several folders.

“These are the files Mr. Johnson wants you to organize” She handed them to him one by one and Chris was surprised with how heavy they were “Try to get it done by Wednesday”

“I’ll do my best” He answered, hoping he’d be able to do it; there were so many documents, a year worth of paperwork.

“If you need any help, don’t hesitate in calling. Numbers are by the phone” Miranda said as she walked out, closing the door behind her. Chris set the folders on his desk and took his jacket off, placing it on the back of his chair, thinking of the best way to start working. Being methodical and having experience working at places that were not fancy helped him a lot: most interns would struggle handling all the files, sitting on their chairs without enough space to sort the documents; instead of doing that, decided to just sit down on the floor and sort the documents in piles based on each month, then he’d have an idea of how many folders he’d need. Also, instead of reading each piece of paper he just scanned the sheets, looking for words that started with capital letters as they’d lead him to each month; he had no idea what each document was about, but he was able to organize the first folder in no time, seeing about five piles form in front of him.

Chris worked without taking any breaks, going through each folder like a machine, and before he knew it, things were sorted out. He had more empty folders than piles, and those were uneven, so, instead of simply grabbing each pile and placing it in a folder, he went through the documents again and looked for more specific dates – that allowed him to divide the highest piles in weeks, making it easier to find documents. As he organized the files like that, he was able to get a better look at their content and learned he was working on the case of some rich businessman trying to get rid of tax evasion charges; it was all over the news, and Chris wasn’t surprised to see that Mark was handling it – in the end, being a lawyer in a prestigious firm like Williamson, Smith & Loeb was all about helping rich people get away with their bullshit.

It wasn’t exactly noble, but it paid well, and Chris couldn’t afford to think like some self righteous small time attorney; he had ambitions, he wanted things and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to help anyone before he helped himself. One day he was going to have enough money to live comfortably and would have the time to dedicate himself to charity work, but not now, not before he’d get to taste a life he never had. He always thought it was funny how his classmates asked him if he planned on ‘helping kids like him’, becoming a public servant or doing social work, but no one ever asked anyone else things like that; no one expected his classmates who came from money to dedicate their time to noble causes – people like Jake were exempt of that kind of pressure, of having to explain themselves to others, justify every action they took. Chris felt like he had to come up with excuses for everything, and the past few months were a pain in the ass “Woah, you’re applying to Williamson, Smith & Loeb? I thought you were going to try to get that other position as a public attorney assistant!” was something he heard from several times. He just smiled and shook his head, while thinking ‘Why don’t you go for that? Daddy gives you money, you can afford to take an unpaid internship, jackass’. That’s why it was so important for him to belong, to fit right in: he was tired of feeling like an outsider wherever he went, of seeing dumb, rich kids walking about as if the world belong to them while he was constantly feeling inadequate.

As he thought of all that, his body worked on auto-pilot, scanning the documents and putting them in order, and even though he wasn’t paying any special attention to content, he couldn’t help but notice there wasn’t a single file about any charity project – and he knew Mr. DeLuco, the man being charged, was always on the news boasting about how much he helped poor people. After he was done organizing everything, he placed the folders on his desk and walked to Mark’s office, knocking gently on the door. “Yes?”

“I have a question about the files” Chris said as he walked in.

“What about them? Are you having trouble figuring out the dates?”

“No, not at all, I finished sorting things out”

Mark raised his eyebrow “You finished organizing a whole year worth of documents in a day?”

“Uhh, yes… I haven’t stopped since I started”

“You didn’t stop?!” Mark went high pitched “Chris, it’s almost five! You didn’t have lunch?!”

“No, I didn’t" He hadn’t realized it until now. Chris’s tone was apologetic, as if he was a boy who got caught misbehaving.

“Good lord, don’t do that!” Mark was surprised, and not in a good way it seemed “It’s easy to get caught up in whatever it is that you’re doing, so pay attention to it” Chris nodded in response and Mark let out a sigh “Anyway, what was the question?”

“I think there are some documents missing”

“Miranda should have given you everything we have”

“All I had were bank statements, detailed reports of his many deals with other companies, data about his spending habits and things like that”

“Yes, that’s about it, you shouldn’t be missing anything” Mark said, clearly not understanding Chris’s point.

“But what about Mr. DeLuco’s charity work?”

“I'm not following”

“Well, he’s being charged with tax evasion, or so I’ve heard” Mark nodded, signaling Chris to continue “Shouldn’t we have that kind of information to see how much we can deduct from whatever amount he supposedly owes? Maybe some of the charity will be admissible, if we can tie it to him personally and not to one of his companies. His wife should probably have something we can use, they’re always on the paper at some function or other, and…” Mark was blinking, staring at what seemed like nothing as Chris talked; great, on the very first day he was asking stupid questions about a simple task “Sorry, I probably shouldn’t be…”

“We had three different lawyers working on that case – myself included” Mark started talking over Chris, who braced himself expecting a snarky reply “And we were so caught up trying to figure out a way to bend the numbers, that none of us idiots noticed there was nothing in there about charity!” Mark started laughing nervously and Chris had no idea how to act “God, it’s so obvious…” He reached for the phone and dialed “Miranda, get Joshua and Travis to come to my office as soon as possible and contact Mr. DeLuco’s office for me, please… we have important information to get” Mark then looked at Chris with a big smile “And then get a meal for Chris; poor kid worked his ass off and didn’t stop to have lunch. Thanks”

Chris’s jaw dropped “Sir, I…”

“It’s Mark” The smile was plastered on his supervisor’s face “Now go take the folders to Miranda and come back here. I want you to help us figure this thing out”

“Of course” Chris smiled back, not believing what just happened “I'll be right back”

“Take your time” Mark said as the phone rang “Yes? You have his office on the line? Transfer the call please…” Was the last thing Chris heard before closing the door. He grabbed the first cart he found and quickly took the folders to Miranda.

“Mr. Johnson asked me to bring those to you”

“You finished it” She sounded impressed “What are you? Superman?” Chris rubbed the back of his head and just shrugged “Anyway, you shouldn’t be skipping any meals around here, okay? Mr. Johnson takes his interns well being very seriously”

“It won’t happen again” He nodded, embarrassed.

“I told you you had nothing to worry about, didn’t I?”

“I guess you did” Chris chuckled then confessed “I'm a bit insecure sometimes”

“Well, don’t be. You made it here, kid, and that says something” Miranda was now smiling warmly; she opened a drawer and grabbed a menu “Now get something to eat; firm will pay for it, so don’t worry about prices. You earned it”

Chris stared at the menu from the fancy restaurant, beyond himself. He pictured his first day at work in many different ways – several of them in which he made a fool of himself and got himself fired, like a dumbass; it didn’t seem real that he would be there, doing well, it was too good to be true. But, lo and behold, there he was browsing through lunch options, being taken care of as if… no, not as if… because he belonged somewhere – and that somewhere was a very important place. Chris felt truly happy for the first time in a very long while, ever since Jake had left him, and that afternoon it seemed like things were finally going to work out for him, like all the hurt would stop and life would stop throwing curve balls at him – Chris finally felt safe, and for the first time in years he allowed himself to breathe normally.

[ultraqueer]

hey lads! i’m queueing this up for right after i go under for knee surgery tomorrow, so i obv won’t be able to respond to anything right away (as i’ll be Drugged As Fuck post-op) but!! here we go (the scene and a few more notes under a read more bc It Is Long)

i posted a lil something about maybe putting a snippet of my original one-act play on here for @duck-days and some people seemed interested, so here it is! i initially wrote this to challenge myself, as i’ve never considered myself especially strong when it comes to writing dialogue (or like... writing a whole ass play on my own lmao), and then challenged myself further by directing it myself. honestly this production was one of the best things i’ve ever done and i doubt i’ll ever forget it

a bit of background for anyone interested:

this was originally written for my college’s one-act play festival in april of 2018

it was selected!! yay!!! and performed at the end of that month

the show’s run time was about 40 min total

my beautiful actors got their shit together in the span of three weeks to put this thing on

i cried A Lot

this is just the first scene (of thirteen), plus the character descriptions, and i don’t intend on ever posting the full text online (i’m down to answer any questions you might have about it tho!!), but there is a recording of the show that i might put up at a later date. anyways i get hella emotional whenever i think abt this show so i’m just gonna shut up and let it speak for itself yEEt

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POSSESS 

CHARACTER LIST - 

Nadiya King – College junior. A film major intrigued by the paranormal. Sweet, charming, and curious, but at times naïve or oblivious. Female.

Sloane Robertson – College junior and Nadiya’s best friend. Smitten with Nadiya. Intelligent and cautious, but often plays along with Nadiya’s plans. Female.

Desdemona – Spirit. Nineteen when she passed. Summoned by Nadiya, quickly becoming smitten with and possessive of her. Easily angered or made jealous. Female.

Reese – College junior and Nadiya’s roommate. Smitten with Brent. Outwardly sweet and a bit ditzy, but quick to anger. Female or nonbinary.

Logan – College junior and Sloane’s roommate. Cool-headed and logical; generally the one to get their friends out of a pinch. Any gender.

Brent – College senior, living in the biggest frat on campus. Known to be a “player” with more than questionable flirting tactics. Male.

SCENE ONE - 

[An old, eerie house. The furniture and floor are covered in a thick layer of dust and ash - in fact, most everything in the room is burnt to some degree, save for one thing: a shiny, deep purple ribbon curled up on the floor. A pendant hangs from the ribbon. Loud laughter and footsteps from offstage, at which point NADIYA, SLOANE, LOGAN, and REESE enter. REESE is holding a ghastly mask, positively giddy, while SLOANE appears shaken]

REESE: Come on, Sloane, it was funny!

SLOANE: I came here to support Nadiya’s “research” - not to get jumpscared the second we got here!

REESE: But the timing was perfect!

[NADIYA leans her head on SLOANE’s shoulder, eyes wide]

NADIYA: We’re sorry we frightened you, ‘Lo. Can you find it in your heart to forgive us?

[SLOANE looks down at NADIYA and then away, blushing furiously]

SLOANE: I- y-yes.

[NADIYA leaps upright, grinning, and REESE claps her hands]

But I swear to god, if you pull that again…

[As she trails off, NADIYA and REESE move toward the center of the room, whispering. NADIYA pulls out a Ouija board, a candle, and a book of matches. SLOANE stares after NADIYA, until LOGAN taps her on the shoulder]

LOGAN: Real subtle, there.

SLOANE: W-What are you talking about?

LOGAN (to NADIYA and REESE): Alright, what are the ghost hunters up to now?

REESE: Well, you know how my aunt is flipping this old place?

[LOGAN and SLOANE nod]

And she keeps thinking she’s hearing things whenever she visits the property?

[They nod again]

Well, Nadiya thought -

NADIYA: What if we try to talk to whoever’s here?

LOGAN (chuckling, under her breath): Whatever.

NADIYA: Exactly, Logan! Or whatever might be inhabiting the house. Something must be here - it just feels… odd.

[NADIYA kneels on the floor and brushes away some dust, placing the board, planchette, and candle on the cleaned place. Her hair falls in her face, and as she brushes it away, the ribbon catches her eye. She picks it up]

NADIYA: ‘Lo, did you drop this?

SLOANE: Why me?

NADIYA: I don’t know, it seems like something you might like.

[She holds it out to the others]

Logan? Reese?

LOGAN: Nah, not my style.

REESE: Looks kind of gross.

[NADIYA shrugs, but doesn’t put the ribbon down, instead using it to tie her own hair back. She proceeds to light the candle. The moment forgotten, the others join her in kneeling and place their hands on the planchette. SLOANE holds back]

SLOANE: And you sure this is safe?

[NADIYA removes her hands, placing one on SLOANE’s shoulder]

NADIYA: Completely safe, ‘Lo. I’ve been doing this as long as I can remember! As long as we all follow the rules, nothing should bother us.

[Hesitantly, SLOANE puts her hands on the planchette, as does NADIYA]

REESE: Nadiya, you’re asking the questions, right?

NADIYA: That’s what I was planning - if you want to ask something you can, but in my experience it’s best to have someone who’s played before do most of the questioning. You know, just in case.

[REESE nods, and NADIYA closes her eyes. A beat]

NADIYA: Hello?

[A beat]

Are there any presences here with us tonight?

[A moment passes. Then, slowly, the planchette moves to ‘YES’]

NADIYA: When did you die?

[Planchette moves to spell ‘0-6’]

NADIYA: 2006?

[Planchette moves to ‘NO’]

NADIYA: 1906?

[Planchette moves to ‘YES’]

NADIYA: What may I call you?

[Planchette spells the name ‘D-E-S-D-E-M-O-N-A’]

NADIYA: Desdemona?

[A door somewhere in the house slams shut, causing the others to jump]

SLOANE: Nadiya, I don’t think-

NADIYA: Shh!

REESE: Come on Sloane, tonight’s finally getting interesting!

NADIYA: There was a fire here, in the early nineteen hundreds… Desdemona, was that you?

[The planchette is still]

Desdemona?

[A beat]

If anyone is here, show yourselves!

[Instantly, there is a large crash as the windows in the room blow open, extinguishing the candle. The others scream]

REESE: O-kay, this was fun and all, but I think I’m done.

SLOANE: Seconded.

LOGAN: Yeah, no objections here.

NADIYA: Fine. Just make sure you all close out the session properly, alright?

[The others nod. One by one, each student uses the planchette to spell ‘GOODBYE’ as they say it, closing out the session. As they do so, DESDEMONA silently enters the stage, standing directly in NADIYA’s line of vision.]

NADIYA [Opening her eyes]: Good-

[NADIYA locks eyes with DESDEMONA and stops dead. The others don’t realize and remove their hands from the planchette, leaving NADIYA playing alone. NADIYA hastily takes her hands from the planchette]

NADIYA: Do you see that?

SLOANE: What?

NADIYA: That! There’s someone over there!

[The others turn to look but see nothing. After a beat, they break out laughing]

REESE: Good one, Nadiya, you really had us going there!

NADIYA: What?

REESE: The door, the wind, “seeing” something - that was a killer prank!

NADIYA: What?

SLOANE: Prank or not, I really don’t like the vibe of this place. It feels weird. Can we go?

LOGAN: Yeah, let’s.

[SLOANE, LOGAN, and REESE exit, leaving NADIYA and DESDEMONA still staring at one another. Not breaking eye contact, NADIYA backs away, then turns and bolts from the room. Blackout]

[rilesandlucas]

Living for a minute

a/n soooooooo my Rory and Logan one shot got a lot of love and a couple of requests for more, so what better to do than write another one. I’ve been stuck for ideas for a while anyway and so I’m kind of taking the easy way out.

s5e7-you jump I jump jack. All credits to right full owners-Gilmore Girls and Warner Bros. Studio.

Riley stashed her notebook in her bag and looked around not really knowing what to do. She was all packed and ready to go, she just had no idea where it is she was going. Riley had been destined to be a reporter since she was younger, It’s all she had ever talked about around the house and to be honest it made her parents go insane. In saying that, it was her passion and when Riley Matthews had her mind set on something there was absolutely nothing you could do to stop her, well nothing short of distracting her with pie.

Today she was doing a story on one of the secret society’s of her university. It was called “The Death and Life Brigade” and what she could tell from reading about it is that it was basically rich people waving their hand at old films that make no sense.

She walked outside her tiny dorm, hoping to find some sort of clue out there. Riley turned her head to the left and just as she was about to turn her head to the right she suddenly couldn’t see anymore and she was being dragged away. Realising that this was probably just a part of their stupid game Riley calmed and went with it. After about a 3 minute walk Riley was being helped into what she could only assume was a car, but wouldn’t be surprised if it was a helicopter or plane of some sort. The people that were around her suddenly started talking and it took Riley less than two minutes to work out who they were. Driving was Isaiah Babineaux, a drunk rich person from Australia. In the back seat was Farkle Minkus, another drunk tool, In the front seat was a girl she didn’t know and next to her, holding her, was none other than her frenemie Lucas Friar, the most spoiled of all spoiled.

Riley butted into their conversation quickly getting lonely.

‘Farkle the 31 is the better highway.’ She settled and both the boys flipped there head to the supposedly blindfolded girl.

'Lucas we told you that the blindfold wasn’t good, she can see.’ Zay yelled from the front seat and Lucas rolled his eyes.

'No I just know your voices, expect for hers.’ Riley inquired to the girl in the front seat.

'I’ve been told we’ve met before.’ The girl responded and it clicked in Riley’s brain.

'Ahhh Gorilla mask I see.’ The girl was someone that Riley had ran into in the bathroom, she was wearing a ball gown and gorilla mask which prompted Riley to follow her outside. This sparked the whole article Riley was writing.

'Or Maya to few.’ The girl responded and Riley smiled slightly.

'Can I take the blindfold off now that I know who everyone is.’ Riley asked and everyone shook their heads, forgetting that she had a gorilla mask on.

'No, you have to remember ace that we also hiding our location. ’ Lucas spoke and Riley threw her arms to her chest and listened in to the bickering of Farkle and Zay.

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Riley was finally out of the car after what felt like forever and she couldn’t be happier. She could only deal with so much bickering and RnB. As Riley was being guided she realised that she could smell trees and the outdoors. She could only assume that she was at a campsite of some sort, considering that she didn’t even anticipate a hotel around.

'Can I take this thing off.’ Riley asked agitated. Lucas chuckled to himself and held her slightly tighter.

'Almost ace, very soon.’ Lucas patronised and continued to lead Riley through the several tree stumps.

Finally Lucas saw the check in point and picked up to of the candles for him and Riley.

'You can take your blindfold off now.’ He said and Riley smiled as she pulled off the silk fabric from her face. She was instantly handed a glowing candle in a olden times candle holder. Riley smiled at the cute knick knack and looked around at the scene in front of her.

'Oh my.’ She said.

Everything was white, white clothes, white table cloths, white hats, white ribbon hung from the trees and white tents scattered around. There was enough food to feed all of yale and it was all gourmet, of course. The people were conversing normally, some near a fire and some near the food. Everyone seemed to have a champagne glass in there hand and everything confused Riley deeply. She pulled out her notepad and started scribbling down her notes on her notebook. Once Riley was done filling out her basic and first impressions on the event she  saw Lucas signalling here. She walked over to him and he pointed her in the direction of a tent.

'This one is yours.’ he said bringing her over to the tent. 'Festivities start in a half hour.’ He finished before leaving Riley to gather her thoughts.

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Riley left her tent in prompt time and walked out into old music playing and people eating by candlebras in their old timey clothes. People walked by here and would say things in an old fashioned voice but whenever she would try ask them anything about the event they would leave.

She walked over to a group of guys that seemed to be having a debate about something.

'Dubious logic if you ask this guy.’ One of the men said as Riley approached them.

'Hello everybody.’ Riley said approaching the group. All men suddenly snapped their heads to her.

'My god.’ Farkle gasped.

'Shocking little girl. Addressing to this proud point of ours.’ The man next to him added on.

'Excuse me, what did you just say?’ Riley asked humbly but the men seemed to ignore her.

'For my count is 6 I say.’ Farkle asked turning to the man beside him.

'Six, I do conquer.’  The boy responded and Farkle nodded and his head and proceeded to speak.

'Point of fact, daft lady, to catch on would prompt our congratulations.’ He said diminishing Riley.

'It’s a game?’ Riley asked and the taller man raised his glass and said.

'At which you totally fail.’ Riley furrowed her brows and Farkle yet again spoke.

'You want for instruction?’

'Indeed.’ Riley replied eagerly.

'Said gap between e and f should not slip from lips in any word this group allows.’ He responded and Riley thought for a moment before understanding.

'The gap between d and f, you’re not using the letter E?’ Riley confirmed and Farkle rolled his eyes.

'Says this thing our group did banish. He reponded.

'Loud for all to drink in.’ The usually silent boy spoke.

'Daft girl.’ The boy next to Farkle added on.

'So no one is supposed to say the letter E.’ Riley asked yet again , causing the boys to once again roll their eyes.

'My god, this women hounds us with this thing I banish.’ Farkle barked sipping his champagne.

'I’ll catch up with you guys later, have fun.’ Riley responded and walked off.

'Bloody horror that women.’ One of the boys said as she walked off.

Riley walked around the campsite and spotted a familiar face at one of the tables.

'Hey Maya.’ She greeted walking over to the blonde.

'Oh good someone who is using e’s, you want champagne.’ She praised and Riley smiled.

'No I’ll have a little later.’ Riley responded and Maya shrugged her shoulders and sipped hers down.

'Does Lucas run this group.’ Riley asked pointing to the blonde haired boy behind her chatting to two girls at a fire.

'There’s no head of the group. We’re an anarchy collective we don’t have leaders per say, but that’s a secret, I shouldn’t be talking to you.’ Maya whispered and went to turn away.

'The way that people act around him Lucas seems like a leader.’ Riley backed herself up and Riley looked over at the boy.

'That’s because he’s cute, you know that.’ Maya answered.

'No-'Riley started but was cut off.

'No?’ Maya questioned.

'Well I guess but-’

'There’s a line to get to him.’ Stephanie cut her off.

'No I don’t want to get into line. I’m trying to be a reporter.’ Riley recovered.

'I bet you’re a good reporter. I shouldn’t be talking to you. I have to die now, excuse me.’ Maya finished and walked off leaving Riley dumbfounded.

Riley gained her confidence again and walked over to another group.

'Hi’ She started, trying avoid e’s. All the men snapped their heads at her once again.

'Do you always have a theme or do you choose different themes.’ She asked politely.

'May I quote Max Ernst.’ A boy with glasses responded.

'Yes.’ Riley encouraged and all the boys turned away from Riley.

'Oh.’

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Riley was sitting under a tree writing everything she could down on a note pad when in her peripheral vision she saw Lucas Friar walking towards her.

'How goes it.’ He yells walking down the hill with a plate of food and a light.

'Word goes a bear had dragged you off he finished and Riley smiled.

'No bear, just collecting my thoughts.’ Riley responded and Lucas sat down next to her.

'Sorry the groups not giving you much, took a lot to even get you out here.’ Lucas offered and Riley smiled at him.

'It’s ok, I’ve already filled two notebooks without them. Half without using the letter e.’ Riley boasted to the frat boy.

'This has way too much salt.’ Lucas stated completely avoiding the topic.

'This is pretty cool but it’s just a pre party before the big stunt tomorrow.’ Riley continued to ask/ state to the eating male.

'It’s Zay, he’s Australian, they like salt.’ He responded avoiding her question.

'How do you guys pay for this? How is it organised and what is happening tomorrow, is it bigger?’ Riley bombarded to Logan, who put down his fork and really looked at her.

'Ok, I think it’s time to fill you in on the conditions of you being here.’ He replied moving himself to look at her even better.

'First no pictures.’ Lucas said taking her camera.

'You’ll get it back, second no names.’ Lucas said firmly.

'I’m not exactly getting them.’ Riley confirmed.

'Third no descriptions, some police are after us for bad stuff we did years ago.’ Lucas asked and Riley nodded.

'What number am I at?’ He asked staring deeply into her eyes.

'Four.’

'Fourth no saying our location.’

'I don’t know where we are.’ Riley yelled and Lucas laughed.

'Fifth.’ He emphasised.

'You’re gonna run out of “ths”’ Riley joked.

'You must not interfere with the integrity of the event.’ Logan finished and Riley waved her hands, because she had no idea what the integrity of the flipping event was.

'So you agree.’ Lucas asked smiling and Riley looked down at her hands.

'Yes, I agree.’ Riley responded. Suddenly they could both hear people singing at the campsite not to far from them.

'It’s pretty.’ Riley commented.

'They’re drunk.’ Lucas nonchalantly replied stuffing down his food.

'I like it.’ Riley defended and Lucas shook his head.

'I didn’t say I didn’t like it.’ Lucas said before spotting two girls.

'Night ace.’ He spoke before going up the hill and away again.

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Riley awoke from her slumber and pulled on her clothes from yesterday before leaving the tent and seeing Lucas standing there.

'Uh those clothes will interfere with the integrity of the event.’ Lucas replied as Riley walked out.

'This is all I have, I didn’t know about this event.’ Riley growled and Lucas shrugged.

'Check your tent.’ He calmly responded.

'All I have is a wash bowl, a toothbrush and a light.’ Riley replied her eyebrows raised.

'Check your tent.’ Lucas spoke once again and Riley stomped back into her tent. She looked around and then finally got on her knees and looked under her bed. She pulled out the white box with a bow on top and opened it to reveal a pale blue ball gown. Quickly changing Riley put on the dress, only occasionally falling over in the small space. Once she was down she smoothed out the skirt and looked down at it. It was all pale blue with a spot of dark blue roses at the bottom and the top. The strapless bodice was cut off above the hips by a light blue sash of the same material. The skirt fell into the loveliest shape with slight ruffles at the end. Attached to the top was a dark blue scarf the Riley pulled behind her neck.

Riley emerged from the tent smiling and Lucas smiled.

'Yep I have a knack for dress sizes, now lets go we’re late.’ He spoke and grabbed Riley’s hand and lead her. After about 30 seconds of running Riley saw the group all gathered in front of what seemed like a circus facing Farkle.

'Come on hurry.’ Lucas called walking closer to the group.

'You try running in this dress.’ Riley retorted.

'We’re late.'Lucas rushed

'For what the ritual sacrifice.’ Riley joked.

Upon arrival Riley and Lucas were handed champagne glasses which the rest of the group were already holding.    

’-Gathered for the 108th annual ceremony of the death and life bridage.’ Farkle spoke as he held his glass high.

'He’s using e’s’ Riley joked as Lucas shushed her.

'Raise your glasses.’ Farkle commanded and everyone followed suit.

'In Omnia Paratus.’ Farkle chanted.

'In Omnia Paratus.’ The group if girls in ball gowns and well suited men responded easily and turned to face a person of the opposite gender. Riley turned to face Lucas and he put his champagne glass to her lips prompting her to do the same thing. Riley followed and watched all the dressed up members do the same.

'Cover your ears.’ Lucas suggested and Riley furrowed her brows.

'Why?’ She asked just as a loud gong went off behind her.

'That’s why.’ Lucas spoke as the whole group ran off screaming to the event behind her.

'And to think some groups just go bowling.’ Lucas finished and Riley laughed to herself looking at the packed paddock.

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In what felt like second the party was in full swing. Riley walked through what was made into a makeshift polo game. Two men would hold a carrier like horses as the women sat in it with a polo stick pushing the balls around what Riley assumed was a sport. Riley quickly took every detail down, almost getting hit ten times. She walked over to the other event that was happening nearby. From what she could tell, the male with a paint-gun would yell “pull” and another male would jump from a platform onto a mat as other men shot at him.

It was interesting and rather gruesome idea that intrigued Riley as she walked over.

'Good shot.’ One of the boys yelled at the shooter.

'Is this safe.’ Riley asked and all three boys stopped smoking their pipes and responding

'no.’ before continuing.

'Damn.’ the shooter said and the boys next to him responded with 'Blame the gun.’ and 'I would.’

Riley quickly grew tired of them and walked over to Lucas and Zay who was shooting.

'Pull, pull.’ He yelled nonchalantly like he done this one hundred times before. Lucas watched intensely as Zay put the gun down and said

'Ok I want to be a target now.’ Before walking off.

'If you wanna interview Zay ace you better do it quick. Lucas said as Zay walked off saying 'In Omnia Paratus’

'So is this your big stunt.’ Riley questioned Lucas as he shot at flying men.

'Big stunt?’ He feigned ignorance but Riley over looked it.

'According to my research you do one big stunt at each of these.’ Riley peeped lookign voer her notes.

'You’ll know it when you see it.’ Was all Lucas had in response.

Just as he finished Zay was carried by on a stretcher moaning in pain.

'I missed the mat.’ He whispered and Lucas rolled his eyes.

'Again?’ He laughed.

'I’ll be fine, don’t worry about em.’ Zay yelled while being carried off into the distance.

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The group started to stop their activities and started to gather in a particular place. Riley followed them and almost fell over when she saw an almost seven story construction of scaffolding with the death and life brigade crest hanging on a banner on top. On the top of the scaffolding was what Rory made out as people in suits and ballgowns, presumably from the group, holding onto umbrellas that had some wire stemming from it. Riley looked up in awe as the other chatted as if nothing was happening.

'Taking up superlatives.’ Lucas spoke as he walked past Riley.

'What are they gonna do.’ Riley asked running after him.

'What do you think they’re gonna do.’ He responded over riding  her question.

'They’re not gonna jump.’ Riley stated not believing herself.

'Of course they gonna jump.’ Lucas happily yelled back.

'But that’s like seven stories, they could die.’ Riley responded frantically.

'We’re all gonna die one day.’ Lucas said casually.

'But those four are gonna die today.’ Riley yelled in awe as Lucas laughed at her.

'Six.’

'But I only see 4.’ Riley pointed.

'I’m heading up.’ Lucas smiled.

'Of course you are.’ Riley remarked.

'And Zay was supposed to do it, but few of us figured he’d make it this far. So there’s an extra space.’ Lucas spoke hoping Riley would catch on. Riley hmmed and looked around for a moment before looking at Lucas in fear.

'No.’ She said quickly.

'Hey we’re not gonna die, no one in the Death and Life brigade had ever died, old ones have.’ Lucas soothed her but Riley still stressed.

'I am not going to jump.’ Riley said with her hand over her heart. A man walked up behind Lucas and told him that everything was set.

'This is Seth, he’s the genius behind this.’ Logan introduced and the sharp man named Seth waved.

'it’s very safe, we did a dozen test drops and every potato came through fine.’ Seth assured and Riley looked at him like he was crazy.

'Potato?’ She gaped.

'We can’t test on humans that’s not safe.’ Lucas joked as Seth ran off.

'Thanks, but I’m here as a journalists, journalists don’t participate.’ Riley replied and regretted it.

'George Plimpton never participated? His best was in the thick of it, quarterbacking for the Lions.’ Lucas started and Riley interrupted.

'So he was an exception.’

'Bill Buford lived in amongst the thugs, Hunter Thompson lived with the Hells Angels he got into the thick of it and he put you in their heads, that’s what drove him.’ Lucas lectured and Riley was dumbfounded.

'Ok so those guys participated but I-’ Riley stressed but was interrupted by Farkle telling jumpers to go their places.

'You’re scared.’ Lucas stated.

'Well yeah.’ Riley mumbled.

'And that stops the greats.’ Lucas inspired.

'It stops this great.’ Riley sarcastically replied.

'Come on you look like you need adventure, you’re a little sheltered.’ Lucas spoke honestly and Riley didn’t know what to think.

'It’ll be fun, it’ll be stupid, it’ll be something sun for you. Isn’t this the point of being young.’ Lucas continued moving to hold Riley’s back.

'It’s your choice. People can live a hundred years without really living for a minute, you climb up there with me it’s one less minute you haven’t lived.’ Lucas spoke into Riley’s ear as she contemplated things.

'Let’s go.’ She finally said.

'Let’s go.’ Lucas yelled excitedly and led Riley to the ladder.

'I am not a fan of ladders.’ Riley complained.

'I’m not a fan either.’ Lucas responded as he climbed up behind her.

Once they reached the top Riley looked down stressed.

'High this is very high.’ Riley mumbled.

'I’ve been higher.’ Lucas responded.

'I meant distance from the ground.’ Riley joked.

'That too.’ Logan responded.

Riley walked over to Seth and he assured it was safe while adding a gold ribbon that went with her outfit. She took the umbrella she was handed and looked over at the calm Lucas.

'In Omnia Paratus.’ Farkle yelled from the back.

'Why do they look so worried.’ Riley asked.

'We’re low on champagne.’ Lucas responded.

'You trust me.’ Lucas asked.’

'You jump, I jump jack.’ Riley responded.

'In Omnia Paratus.’ The rest of the group from the ground yelled.

'I should’ve confirmed those potatoes were ok.’ Logan said before grabbing Riley’s hand and jumping.

The wind carried the group perfectly as the crowd cheered. Seth and Farkle gleamed as the whole group made it down perfectly fine. Lucas kept a hold of Riley’s hand as he looked at her.

'You did good ace.’ He beamed looking into her eyes.

'A once in a lifetime experience.’ She cheered smiling at him.

'Only if you want it to be.’ He replied still looking at her.

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The next day just as Riley was about tot head to class she heard a knock on the door. She opened it to see that no one was there, looking down she saw a bottle of champagne, her camera and a gorilla mask. She opened up her camera roll to see several pictures of her and Lucas jumping and smiled to herself.

[becbibliophile]

Boy, what a year 2019 ended up being! As I’m closing in on the year, I’m nearing 278 books read this year. So picking the top 10% (ish) is quite a task. This year held a lot of surprises for me. I had some of my most anticipated make this list but also had some new to me authors and so of my old favorites make a comeback into the list. I had such a hard time getting it down, so I fudged a little, including some entire series (all released this year) because I just couldn’t pick which one to choose.

I hope you’ll give some of the authors on my list a try, especially ones you may not have heard of because each one of these authors is a shining star! I can’t wait to see what 2020 brings to my kindle and my never-ending TBR!

#ROMCOM #FriendsToLovers

‘Getting lucky’ is a phrase I could barely say without blushing…

Yep! I’m that girl. The one my friends call goody two shoes…

But…good girls don’t finish first. THEY—GET—DUMPED. Even after investing—no, wasting—six years of their life on the guy who was supposed to be the one.

So…I traded in my halo for a pair of horns!

Hello, world…Clover Kelly is single and ready to mingle!

Then it happened, I suddenly found myself staring in the dating game to beat all dating games.

While pouring out my heart to my best friend, my new quest for lust is accidentally broadcast live…ON THE RADIO! Yay, me!

Did I mention my best friend is an uber-famous radio personality…and a guy? A really hot guy? Yeah, his face isn’t plastered all over town simply for his name…

When the requests to win my heart came pouring in and became date after horribly bad date – I couldn’t help but wonder…

Could he? Could we? I mean I’m already breaking all the rules.

What’s a girl gotta do to get lucky?

MY THOUGHTS

What could go wrong when you fall in love with your best friend? LOL

Friends-to-lovers is my favorite genre and Cary nailed it in this super cute, fun yet sexy read.

Cary is one of those diamonds in the rough – more people need to be reading her. And this ROMCOM is the perfect segway into reading one of my favorite authors. If you haven’t picked up this book you must! Check out the trailer for the book.

  GOODREADS | AMAZON

#SuspenceRomance #MafiaRomance #FriendsToLovers

She fled from the depths of hell, her life barely intact.

Iris is finally living a peaceful life away from all that she fears. She’s ready to come out of hiding and start living again.

He walked away from a life no one is supposed to escape.

Callan’s been looking over his shoulder for the past two years. There’s a reason they say the mafia is for life. Now, in a new city, and as the guardian of his sister, he has the chance to create a life he can be proud of.

Iris’s world is rocked off its axis when she meets her new neighbor with turquoise eyes and a protective streak a mile wide. Soon the chemistry between them sparks to life and it’s not long before passion consumes them. But their pasts are never too far away…

When those he loves the most are threatened, will the cost of his sacrifice be his own life?

MY THOUGHTS

Vow of Sacrifice was book 5 in the series but each can be read as a standalone. This entire series is AMAZING!

We finally get mysterious Callen’s story and it did not disappoint. I loved seeing the softer side of Callen and Iris brought out all the softness and sexiness of Callen.

This book gives you a wide range of emotions, as Iris is running from an abusive relationship, while Callen is trying to live his life the best he can away from the mafia. From the first time we meet Callen in James’ book, you know that there is a depth and such a story behind his stormy eyes. How he’s raising his little sister and now as he takes in Iris to be her protector.

Emma does a great job of balancing the suspense with the romance. Once you start one of her books, you don’t want to put it down. As always, each book can be read as a standalone but I would highly recommend Emma’s Vow Series. It’s seriously one of my top suspense romance series!

 SERIES GOODREADS | AMAZON | B&N | APPLE BOOKS | KOBO

#FakeRomance #SportsRomance

Wanted: one hot guy with rock-hard abs and a big stick.

Broke and desperate, Sugar Ryan has no use for arrogant, bad boy athletes . . . until she’s forced to bargain with the cockiest of them all.

If only he knew she was alive.

Her mission? Get on this hockey player’s radar any way possible.

Zack Morgan is the king of the ice and the bedroom—but nothing prepares him for the mystery girl who shows up everywhere he does—frat parties, his favorite bar, and finally his front door with an offer he can’t refuse. The only rule in her boyfriend bargain: no falling in love.

But after one (um, two) smoking-hot hookups, he’s done with pretending and vows to make their fake relationship real. Too bad she can’t trust a player with a reputation for breaking hearts.

Will this hockey star score his forever girl or will their Boyfriend Bargain end in heartbreak?

A standalone hockey romance.

MY THOUGHTS

TALK ABOUT SWOONY!!! OH MY Z for the WIN! And everyone knows that I am a big sucker for hockey romances.

Sugar and Z were so much fun!

Boyfriend Bargain starts as the typical fake boyfriend story – but as you dive in, it becomes so much more than the need to pull the wool over someone else’s eyes. From the start, Sugar and Z are burning hot together. And with each page turn, you become more and more invested in these two into becoming more. Both have pasts that are full of demons and heartache which makes them all the more better to become a team together.

Zane is smoking HOT. And thank you, Ilsa, for this cover because he definitely makes the perfect Z

GOODREADS | AMAZON

#FriendsToLovers  #SportsRomance

What happens when an almost thirty-year-old virgin agrees to let her Scottish footballer best friend give her some lessons in seduction?

Lots of banter, awkwardness, jealousy, and heat.

Midfielder Maclay “Mac” Logan is a loud-mouthed, tattooed ginger content with focusing on football. But when an adorably-freckled seamstress comes barreling into his life, he finds Netflix-And-Bickering with her to be his new favorite pastime.

Freya Cook is used to being the invisible woman with a needle and thread, offering cheeky punchlines as she helps dress London’s finest. She’s plus-sized in body and spirit, and other than her friendship with Mac, talking to the opposite sex is one skill she never mastered.

However, after one innocent game of Never Have I Ever, Mac offers to play Love Coach for Freya.

What neither of them see coming are the feelings that develop when the clothes come off.

Now they’re both about to learn the biggest lesson of all: Don’t fall in love with your best friend.

MY THOUGHTS

Such a cute story about best friends who decide to add some benefits to their lives and it ends up being a lot more than either of them expected!

First off, I have to say that I want Amy to never stop writing in the Harris world. I feel like she could go on forever with this klan and I would be plum happy to aways have storylines coming from the other side of the pond with their sexy footballers.

Freya and Mac may seem like an odd couple but the two have been the best of friends for the past year. But after an innocent game of Never Have I Ever at a party – Mac comes to find out that Freya has little experience with the opposite sex. So he decides that maybe he can give her some pointers on how to date. What he never expected was that his own feeling for the quirky yet cute redhead would come bubbling to the surface and he would come to find his jealous side when it comes to all things Freya.

This was such a fun, laugh out loud, cute yet super sexy read. I loved Mac and Freya together!

GOODREADS | AMAZON

#MilitaryRomance #SecondChance #SuspenceRomance

We were best friends at ten. Lovers at sixteen. Going to be married at nineteen.

Until she woke up one day and couldn’t remember me.

Leaving the small town was easy. Leaving her was my only regret. Ten years later, with a resume that said I had the perfect kill shot, I landed a job at a Security firm. Finding my way in the civilian life, I never thought it would be her I would find.

She still owned my heart. She still looked at me like I was a stranger. I wasn’t leaving her again. This time, we were playing by my rules. I’d been given a second chance to right my wrongs and I was going to start by claiming what was mine.

We were lovers at twenty-eight. Getting married at twenty-nine.

Until she woke up and remembered me.

MY THOUGHTS

WOW!!! This book was Amazing!! I don’t even know where to begin with this book. Tina is a new to me author and I was so taken by this book, I read it all in one sitting.

There really isn’t much I can tell you about the book without giving away major plot points. But it was a page-turner. It will keep you on edge and surprises arise throughout the book.

A second chance romance with a twist!

Such a great read and I look forward to reading more from Tina!

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See my list of the top reads for 2019! I'm kicking it off with numbers 26-30 today. @authorcaryhart @authoremmaren @ilsamaddenmills @amydawsauthor and Tina Saxton Boy, what a year 2019 ended up being! As I'm closing in on the year, I'm nearing 278 books read this year.

[disneyprincemuke]

where the fun begins, 4 * ls2 (ms47)

pairings: frat!logan x reader, college!mick x reader

word count: 2.8k

notes: surprise! hello gaiz i finally (poorly) finished fratlogan pls dont come for me gn

(f1 masterlist)

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“yeah?” logan perks up with a scoff at you. “can’t pick who to nurse?”

you stand by frederik, shaking your head at logan in utter disbelief. you’ve always known that he’s always been a bit of an idiot, but never to this extent. it’s not often that you see logan battered up but you’re surprised that it had taken this long.

“oh, come off it,” you scoff. you look around your surroundings, only then noticing the several pairs of eyes on the 3 of you. you refuse to be the campus gossip on how you choose to handle the situation. you throw your arms in the air. “what are you looking at? go have your party!”

surprisingly, it works. perhaps it’s the fact that the quiet girl is asking them to scramble off that made everyone walk off. they knew there wouldn’t be much to gain from you anyway, considering how low you’ve been laying since you stopped talking to logan.

logan watches you walk across the lawn, shooting him a quick disapproving look before you approach mick. he scoffs softly to himself, moving liam’s hand away from him. he continues to hold the tissue against his nose, pulling it away to glance at the blood that its collected.

he returns it to his nose as he watches you take mick’s hand into yours across the backyard. he doesn’t even notice that frederik has walked towards him with questions spilling past his lips.

“hey, what happened?” your voice is gentle as you finally stop in front of mick. you take his hand into yours, gazing your fingertips over his knuckles that just only forming a bruise. you gently drop his hand and start scanning him. “did he hit you?”

mick’s gaze on you softens as he shivers every time you touch him. he shakes his head, still blinking rapidly as he tries to ground himself. in all honesty, he doesn’t know what came over him either. he’s not typically one to throw the first punch at all — every fight he’s gotten into thus far was born from the sheer need to defend himself after getting decked.

it feels like he had let logan get too comfortable speaking on your name that it had escalated to feeling the need to throw the first punch. he was going to simply walk away if you asked him, but hearing logan talk about you like that to him knowing that he’s seeing you only made him wonder about the things he’d tell his ratty friends.

for the record and in logan’s defence, he never speaks ill of you. and if you were to ask oscar, his theory is that logan’s ego is simply too big for him to lay his weapons down and admit that he’s fallen in love with you.

logan’s never said it, but oscar knows. oscar’s not stupid.

mick felt like he had to throw a punch just to remind logan who he was talking about — the girl that he was once also changing his lifestyle for. the girl that’s been cruising about campus without a problem until logan had swooped in way before he could muster the courage to talk to the prettiest girl he thinks he’s ever seen.

“i’m sorry,” mick finally whispers. he drops his head slightly, trying to meet your gaze. when he does, he tilts his head at the way you furrow your eyebrows in confusion and tilt your head.

“what are you sorry for?” you turn his hand over once more and graze your fingertips over his knuckles. “we should really get you an ice pack. your hand must be hurting like crazy. come on, babe.”

you tug on his arm towards the house, but mick just stays in his spot. “hey, what’s wrong? talk to me, mick.”

“i’m sorry,” he repeats, shaking his head. he sucks in a deep breath, glancing over at logan across the backyard, still surrounded by his frat brothers to nurse his bleeding nose. “i don’t know what came over me. but he was talking about you and in the moment, i felt like i had to do something. you should have–”

the warmth of your hand against his cheek cuts him off mid-sentence, his breath slowly steadying when your eyes meet his again. “it’s okay. why are you apologising? the important thing is that you’re alright.”

“you’re not at all curious why i’m untouched while logan’s sat there with a bloody nose.”

you press your lips together and shake your head. “you don’t expect to always be so calm, do you? these things happen, mick.”

but mick shakes his head at your response. these things happen, yes, but not to him. he should have just walked away. the last thing he needs is for him to let his anger consume him, causing him to act irrationally.

he feels you squeeze his hand. “hey.” your tone is firm, his gaze softening when he meets your eyes. “it’s okay. let’s just get you back to my apartment, okay?”

he nods, feeling his chest feel less constricted at the way you pulled him towards the house. you smile at lily. “are you coming home tonight? or are you spending the night with oscar?”

oscar smiles at you. “i can drive you guys back. i didn’t drink at all tonight.” he pats mick’s shoulder and sighs. “sorry again for logan’s behaviour, mate. i really don’t know what’s gotten into him.”

“ah, it’s alright.” mick takes one last glance at logan across the lawn before he disappears into the house with you completely. “you should probably ask him if he’s okay, babe.”

“he’ll be okay. we have a house full of first-aid trained brothers,” oscar waves mick’s concerns away, nudging both of you towards the front door.

mick stands his ground though, not moving when oscar expects him to. you glance at lily, eyebrow raised and she shrugs in return. you look at mick again, “what is it?”

“i really think you should talk to him,” mick says softly. “clear the air or something. or at least just ask if he’s okay.”

“mick.”

“i’m serious.” his breathing is steady and he no longer sways side to side. the pain after throwing the punch had sobered him up more than he wished, now suddenly seeing the bigger picture.

he doesn’t actually know what had gone down between you and logan. all he knew was that you had left one of logan’s parties early one evening and he offered to drive you home. he got your number, and suddenly 3 weeks later, he scored himself a date with you.

you barely uttered logan’s name, or even explained what had happened. though, he really has to thank george for finding out if you’re single. he had george ask alex, who then asked logan when they ran into him in the gym before he decided to ask you out on a date.

but seeing the way logan was so bothered, it must not have ended as well as you tried to brush it off. and judging by the way he acted in the bowling alley a week ago, it doesn’t take a genius to know that logan misses you.

“just talk to him. it might do him some good,” mick whispers with a grin. “i’ll be on the couch waiting.”

“see, i don’t think this is a very smart decision,” oscar whispers, tapping his finger on his lips. “this is logan we’re talking about. you want her to talk to logan alone? you literally just met the guy.”

mick shrugs, eyes still boring into yours with a certain assurance in his stance. he knows what he’s asking you to do — if you suddenly change your mind and decide that logan is the one for you, then he will not stop you. after all, he cannot dictate what’s good for you or not.

though the thought of you running back scares him slightly. he had spent so long mustering the courage to ask you out, get you in his arms, only for logan to throw a fit over something he had failed to cherish when he had it.

but you nod, shocking oscar and lily. “are you sure about this?”

“i’ll just ask him if he’s okay,” you say firmly, lips pressed into a thin line as you flash mick a small grin. “i’ll see you at the couch, okay?”

mick nods, letting oscar and lily whisk him away. it doesn’t take long for you to find logan — this isn’t the first time logan’s gotten into a fight during one of their parties. the american being a hothead is more of a common occurrence than not. just as you expected, logan is in one of the bathrooms upstairs with frederik and liam by his side.

“oh.” liam slowly drops his hands, surprised to see that you knew where they’d resided after yanking a drunk logan away from the backyard. “do you want to–”

logan immediately sees you through the mirror, just as shocked to see that you’ve come to him.

“yeah, can i have a moment with him?” you say softly, shyly pointing at the boy sitting on the sink top. “i just wanna talk to him for a bit.”

“are you sure?” frederik asks, ignoring the way logan looks at him in shock, flabbergasted at the way that it seems most of his friends are against him at this very moment. “do you need me to stay? he’s had quite a bit to drink.”

“i’ll be okay,” you grin with a nod.

frederik shoots you one last stare, in which you pat his arm to reassure him. he whispers to you after liam walks out that he’ll be right outside if you need him. and that leaves you with logan, in the crammy and clean bathroom of the house.

you can hear the music from the party softly, groups of friends cheering at the beer pong table and laughter from those on the dance floor. your breathing consumes the room, but one question remains in logan’s head: what the hell are you doing here?

you take a step forward, grabbing the damp towel that liam had hung on the rack. you take the ice pack lying next to his body and take another step towards logan, pressing it against his nose.

“why are you here?” logan says softly, barely able to look at you as you try and nurse him. if you just asked him, he had been wondering if you were going to walk to him instead of mick when you first stepped out of the house. he had gotten used to that scene whenever he got into a fight.

it’s comforting to see you here next to him.

“are you okay?” you ask, pulling your head slightly to meet his eyes. “your head must be pounding after that.”

he shrugs. “a little. but it’s nothing i haven’t gone through before. i’ll be okay.”

you nod when his hand comes up to hold the ice pack in place, his fingers barely grazing yours. you take a step back and hold your hands behind your back, pressing your lips together in a thin line as you tried to find the words.

there should be more to say than just asking him if he’s alright after mick punched him in the face. you didn’t say another word to him after you left that night you overheard him speaking to someone on the phone — you had just disappeared and removed yourself from the narrative.

“this doesn’t mean anything. i just wanted to see if you’re okay,” you whisper, now looking down to avoid his gaze. you glance at him, opening his mouth to say something before you cut him off. “and i wanted to explain why i ghosted you.”

he closes his mouth, sitting up slightly straighter at your words. this, he is interested in hearing. because to him, he had played his cards right.

“i overheard you on the phone with somebody at my last party here.” you try not to think of what happened often. whenever you did, it fills you with a kind of rage that you don’t usually feel. it just makes you so mad when you think of the way you finally let yourself be with someone and you found out that he had double crossed you in some way. “you were seeing someone while you were with me?”

logan feels his heart drop. he can instantly remember what phone call you’re talking about. he had left his room after he hung up, about 30 seconds after you overheard him and abruptly ran off to go home, then went back down to liam saying that you had left early.

he didn’t know you were there.

“let me explain,” logan sighs, shaking his head. he hops off the sink and takes a step forward, but retracts when he sees you press yourself against the wall behind you. “just hear me out — we weren’t together at the time.”

“that’s unfair of you to say,” you say, chewing on the inside of your cheek. “you never asked me to be your girlfriend. you just strung me along for months without a label.”

“i was going to. please, believe me. i just had so much going on.”

“it’s not fair of you to use that as an excuse. do you take me for some idiot, logan?” you fold your arms over your chest and take a deep breath. “what did you do with her?”

logan stares at you. the guilt of what happened that night eats him up, even after you had decided to leave him for good. “it was at a party. one of the nights you didn’t attend because you had something early the next morning.”

“i didn’t ask you when it happened. i asked you what you did with her.”

“it was just a kiss,” logan mutters, shaking his head. “it was just a kiss. it didn’t mean anything. i was so drunk. i don’t know.”

he holds his hands out, hopeful to hold you as he tried to explain himself. you hold your hands up to stop him in his tracks, jaw clenched. you blink, “why? logan, i tried to fit your lifestyle. you asked me out first — why would you do that to me?”

he slumps his shoulders. “i don’t know.”

“that’s not a good enough answer,” you take another breath, “say something besides that.”

“i don’t know,” he shakes his head. “you were never meant to find out. it was a mistake.”

“not good enough.”

logan takes a breath. “i’m sorry.”

and if he had said this earlier, maybe you would have given him another chance. “i don’t care if you’re sorry.”

he contemplates, but he says it anyway: “i love you.”

“you don’t get to say that to me!” your response is instinctive as you jump back, hand on your chest. that’s at least one thing you never expected logan to say to you. maybe you did, months ago, but just not now. not ever. “it won’t change anything.”

“i know. i’m sorry.”

“is that all you have to say for yourself? i– i liked you so much. i can’t believe this is where we are now.” there was a time that you saw logan in your future. it had looked hopeful the longer you stayed with him. you sigh and throw your arms up in the air. “i’m sorry — i need to go. i can’t even look at you right now.”

he nods, leaning back on the sink again. you spare him one more glance and he just shrugs, giving you a small and reassuring smile. a smile that told you that he knew that he did this to your relationship. “please take care.”

you were suffocated by the short conversation you had. you grin at frederik, keeping his word as he lingered outside the bathroom door, as you run over to the stairs. you grip at the railings as you walk down and catch a glimpse of mick on the couch, shaking his leg as he bit on his nail.

you don’t blame him for being a little thrown off when you let yourself be alone with logan.

you appear behind him and he feels his airways clear up at the sight of you. he takes a refreshing breath when you poke his cheek and smile at him warmly. “let’s go, babe?”

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