#Smalls - GED - 11

[jtl-fics]

*I found a corner, panting and breathing hard*

*I am embarrassed to have stumbled and tripped in front of you*

*I clutch a Smalls AU tightly*

"I shall ask for you soon" I whisper to myself and the ask request in hand

WIP Wednesday - Closed (9/20/23) | Smalls AU

She enters the building and finds the A/C to be oppressively cold immediately. She is directed by various signs and finds herself standing in front of a bored looking woman in glasses. "ID?" she asks before she asks for Janie's name.

Still Janie hands it over.

The woman looks at it and then to her computer before handing it back to Janie. "Room right behind me." she says and Janie nods in understanding before looping around the table to head right in.

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[jackdawsfavorite]

Trying to listen to something about that small college in Florida Desantis took over for politics but hearing it described as it was before reminded me of college-hunting with my mom and triggered the shit out of me.

[alovesongtheywrote]

pt.11 pleaseeeeee of nightmare academia

♥ Summary:  Here we go friends! In this chapter of nightmare academia, Spencer gets stabbed. [Prof!Spencer Reid x GN-Prof!Reader]

♥ Warnings: stabbing, threats of violence, blood

♥ Word Count: 2346

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“Thank you.”

“Reid, don’t thank me for the mugs.  I stole the mugs.  They’re your mugs.”

He shrugged.  Despite being a certified giant of a string-bean, he seemed so small and sad in the middle of your office.  You looked down at the open laptop on your desk.  You couldn’t look at his damned puppy-dog eyes anymore.

“Still.  You could’ve broken them, or something.  You could’ve stabbed me with the shards.”

You rolled your eyes, not looking away from the laptop, “I could���ve, but that would take time and energy that I refuse to waste on you.”

In your peripheral vision, you could see him flinch.  You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to fight off the pang of guilt you felt inside.  Being angry at him would’ve been so much easier if he was more of a dick.  He usually was a dick.  He usually refused to admit he was wrong.  He wouldn’t let you correct him about grammatical mistakes, or historical errors, or whether or not notes should be handwritten, but he was letting you correct him now.

He was letting you hurt him over this.

The taste of blood filled your mouth.  You let out a weary sigh, “Get the hell out of my office, Reid.”

Your words were harsh, but there was no true malice behind them.  Just exhaustion.  Reid was pretty sure he preferred the malice.

“Bye, (Y/N).”

You waved him off, refusing to give him a proper goodbye.  After what he’d said and done, he could take his goodbyes and fuck ‘em.

Reid disappeared from your office without another word, his box of mugs cradled in his arms.  Immediately, you missed his presence.  And immediately, you despised yourself for it.  He’d been a huge asshole.  He’d been cruel.  He’d hurt you, he’d said all those things, and he- he’d apologized pretty thoroughly for it, for everything he’d done wrong.  He’d tucked his tail between his legs and let you throw all of your rage in his face.

You didn’t feel guilty.  You refused to feel guilty.  You’d said your piece and you were right about it and then you’d taken it a step further.  You hurt Reid on purpose, the way he hurt you.  Now what the fuck were you supposed to do?  You couldn’t quite forgive him, but you weren’t sure you wanted to be so angry anymore.

Just as the storm of thoughts in your mind came to a crescendo, someone walked through the office door.  For a moment, some sort of relief washed over you- you thought it was Reid.  You thought you might have a chance to talk things through with him.  It wasn’t, and you didn’t.

When you looked up, your blood ran cold.

Before you stood a man who looked like death standing.  Pale and tall, cropped hair and blue eyes.  He was everything Missy had described.  He was everything she’d said he was.  He was everything that had come to the community centre trying to hurt her before you intervened.  

Before you stood Missy’s ex.  Jason.  He was the man who made her life hell, the man you’d tried to protect her from.  He had one thing on his mind.

“Where is Missy?”

You could feel the adrenaline flooding your system.  You sat up straighter, your body preparing itself to run- or to fight.  You knew what this man was capable of.  You knew what he could do to a person, what he had done and would do again without flinching.

You knew you couldn’t let him get to Missy.

“I have no idea who you’re talking about,” your fingers pressed against the edge of your desk, creating distance between you and Jason, “None of my students go by that name.  If you’re looking for someone, I’d be happy to point you towards administration-”

“Shut your stupid fucking mouth,” he hissed, slamming his hands down on the table, “I know you know where she is.  You helped her get her GED, right?  Impressive.  Missy’s a stupid bitch.”

You winced, and Jason smiled as if you’d told him everything he wanted to know.

“Where is she?”

“I have no idea.  I don’t know who Missy is.”

“LIAR,” he barked, lunging forward to grab you.  He missed, only by a few inches.  You could see the shape of something sharp in his pocket.

“I swear,” your voice took on a tone of desperation, “I don’t know who you’re talking about.  I’m sorry I can’t help you.”

“Sorry?  Yeah, you’ll be fucking sorry,” his fingers gripped the desk, his knuckles turned white, “Tell me where she is, or I’ll spill your fucking guts all over these damn walls.  Is that what you want you fucking bitch?  You want me to stab you in the fucking neck?”

“Honestly, no.”

Jason reached towards his pocket and from it, he pulled out a knife.  There were several jokes you could’ve made, but none of them seemed appropriate at the time.  

“Answer me, then.  Tell me where Missy is, or I’ll stick this knife in your fucking throat.”

You steeled your gaze.  This man, this monster would not get what he wanted- not from you.  Jason looked at you expectantly, and you leaned forward, invading his space, getting closer to the knife.

“I guess you’ll have to stab me.”

Jason moved to round the desk.  You moved quickly, ready to defend yourself, but it didn’t matter.  He didn’t make it that far.

-

Reid assumed that a job teaching at a university would be marginally safer than working for the FBI.  It wouldn’t be much safer, of course, but at least he wouldn’t have to deal with serial killers every day, right?  That meant he would be a little safer- and that meant his coworkers would be a little safer too.

That’s why he wasn’t worried when he made his way back to your office.  He wanted to talk things through with you, to see if there was any way to undo what he’d done- to see if you’d be sending that infernal typewriter back to his class again.  He was worried about you being angry at him, but for once, death wasn’t on his mind.

And then he saw the man in your office.  The same man he’d seen behind the wheel of that white car.  The same man you’d gone out of your way to protect your friend from.  He also saw the knife in that man’s hand.  He gave up on the idea of safety, after that.

-

There was a split second, where Jason’s knife was in the air and your body was vulnerable beneath it, where you accepted your death.  You were going to get brutally murdered, one of your students would find your body, and the whole thing would become a true crime legend retold by uncaring influencers while they did their make-up and advertised Hello Fresh.

And you were okay with that.  If it bought your student just a minute of safety, your death would be worth it.  Clearly, someone didn’t exactly agree.

Someone pulled Jason away from you.  He collapsed to the floor in an angry heap.  Your eyes widened.  Your breath came so hard that it hurt your chest.  Someone had saved you.  You looked up.

He stood over your assailant looking angrier than you had ever seen him.  His hands were curled into fists at his sides.  His tie was crooked, and he was breathing almost as hard as you were.

“Reid?”

When he turned to face you, his eyes were blown wide.  Panic overtook the rage that painted his features.  

“Are you okay?” he asked, straightening slightly, still hovering over Jason.

“I’m- I’m fine.”

“Good,” Reid looked down at Jason, who was hissing like some feral thing, “Call 9-1-1.”

“Yeah,” you snapped out of your panic at the command, “Yeah, okay.”

Just as you reached for your phone, Jason emerged from the floor.  You frantically dialled the emergency number and threw your phone to the side, letting it ring out.  The glow from the fallen screen illuminated your typewriter.

“You motherfucker,” Jason growled, “Who the fuck are you?”

“He’s just a coworker of mine,” you hurried to answer, “No one of consequence.”

“I have a hard fuckin time believing that.  I saw him, with you and with Missy.  If you’re going to be an unreasonable bitch, maybe I’ll just have to ask him.”

“Don’t-!” you yelped, “Don’t, I swear, he’s nobody.  He’s just a coworker,” you moved a little closer to where your phone had fallen, “He’s not the type to know anything.”

Reid’s eyes met yours.  The panic had fallen from his face.  In its place was a calm sense of assurance- some kind of understanding.  He knew what you were about to do.  He trusted you.

Spencer raised his hands, crafting the image of surrender.  Jason’s attention was on him, now.  He stepped back slowly, heading towards the exit of your office and giving you the space you would need to execute your plan.  You knelt behind your desk.

“Look, this is probably some sort of misunderstanding,” Spencer moved back, “I’ll just go, and-”

“Bullshit.  I’m gonna give you the same deal, asshole.  Tell me where Missy is or I’ll fucking kill you.”

“That’s not going to happen.”

The next few seconds passed like centuries.  

Jason crossed the room, leaned forward, and knocked Spencer to the ground.  Back behind your desk, your hands wrapped around the solid metal body of your typewriter.  You lifted it, crossing the room the same way Jason had.  As he pulled back, preparing to hit Spencer again, you brought the corner of the typewriter down against his skull.

Jason collapsed to the floor.  Blood spilled from his newly acquired head wound.  You kicked him off of Spencer and let the typewriter fall to the ground.  You fell to the floor after it.

You and Spencer stared at each other for a moment.  Your eyes were wide, lips parted slightly.  Your breath came hard and fast, and your hands shook slightly.  Spencer was in the same condition, breathing hard with his hand pressed to his stomach.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice strained.

You nodded, crawling closer toward him, dragging your knees against the floor, “I’m okay.  Are- are you okay?”

“I’m-” his eyes rolled back.  His hand fell away from his torso.  His clothes were stained red.

Spencer was not okay.

“No, no, no, no-” your voice began as a whisper, growing in volume as you wrapped an arm around Spencer, holding him up as you placed a hand over his wound.  You could feel his blood pooling beneath your skin, staining your flesh red.  

Spencer raised his hand to cover yours.

“I’m fine,” he murmured, blinking hard, “I promise, I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not fine, you’ve been stabbed,” you looked out the door, desperate for a passerby to go and get help.  You saw no one.

“Shit,” you gasped out, pressing down harder, “Shit, shit, I’m sorry.  Spencer, I’m so sorry.  I didn’t mean for this to happen, I didn’t- I didn’t think, I-”

“Hey,” he tried to reassure you, “It’s okay.  You couldn’t have known this would happen.  I’m gonna be okay.”

“Are you?” 

He nodded, “He didn’t hit anything vital- and this isn’t even the worst injury I’ve had.  Did you know I’ve been shot three times?”

“What!?” you turned to face Spencer so quickly he almost thought he heard your neck snap.  You felt a familiar heat behind your eyes as tears began to pool.

“Yeah, once in the knee, once in the arm, and once in the neck.”

“You were shot in the neck!?”

Tears were slipping down your cheeks now.  Spencer, who had been the picture of calm until this point, began to panic.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry- please don’t cry,” he begged, and you assumed he would hit you with some statistic about tears, but instead he told you, in an almost broken voice, “I hate making you cry.”

“Okay,” you tried not to sob, “Okay.  I’m sorry.”

He wrapped his hand around yours, tracing meaningless patterns into your skin with the tips of his fingers.

“Don’t be sorry.  Everything’s going to be okay.”

You tried to believe him.  You wanted to believe him.  His blood burned beneath your hand.  

“Okay,” you whispered, “Everything’s gonna be okay.”

A smile crossed his face.  His lips were chapped.  There were dark bags under his eyes, but those were always there.  

“You’re really pretty, did you know that?”

Was he- was he hitting on you while he bled out?  You couldn’t help but grin back at him, your smile crept over your features as you shook your head.

“I think you’re just suffering from blood loss, Doctor Reid.”

He said nothing, but you could see him relax a little.  You could feel his breath come a little easier.  There were voices down the hallway.

“Fuck, that’s the paramedics,” you leaned out the door a little, calling for help.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Spencer sounded weak, and it terrified you, “I need you to do me a favour.”

You looked down at him, trying to keep the panic out of your voice, “Anything.

“Call Garcia and let her know I’m okay.  She’s gonna know I’m going to the hospital, and she’s gonna let the team know, and then everyone’s gonna panic-”

“They SHOULD panic.  You just got STABBED.”

“(Y/N), there is a non-zero chance that they’ll come here.  On the jet.  The jet that you hate.”

You let out a sound that fell somewhere between a laugh and a sob, “Maybe they should come here on the jet that I hate.”

“I promise, they don’t need to.  I’m gonna be fine.”

You took a shuddering breath, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, “Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

Without thinking about it, you leaned forward and lightly brushed your lips against Spencer’s temple.  His eyes widened, and his lips parted, but he had no time to say anything.  The paramedics had arrived.  Reid would be okay. Would you?

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[intheferns]

11, 16, 26 for the SSO Asks?

Thanks for asking! ^^🌱

11. At the moment I have only seven horses. I know it's very small, but I don't buy other horses, not because I don't have sc or I don't like coats/breeds/animations. It's just important to me that the horse becomes not just a transport, but a character, so that they have their own story related to the story of my mc. It's just my position, nothing more :") But I plan to purchase a couple more horses of my favorite breeds in the future

16. I rarely participate in Championships, but I like the New Hillcrest Championship. It is one of the most difficult for me because of the fog and the swarm of bees, but it always becomes joyful when it turns out to pass it without mistakes! I love challenging races and quests x)

26. To be honest, I would like to have more interaction with them. I am an evil creature who loves to ruin the lives of the guys from GED and DC and I miss the times when we fought with mr. Kembell in Silverglade and helped CHILL in Epona.

I also think that Ms. Drake is a much more complex and interesting character than Mr. Kembell. She is smarter, able to think through her actions in advance and keeps the entire team of GED employees at bay. Whereas Mr. Kembell acts like an ordinary billionaire who thinks money will solve any problem. So I prefer Ms. Drake :)

[coyote-catcher]

🛩🛋🦋🏆📚🌪 )HOPE ITS NOT TOO MANY SDKLGDS)

LOL no worries!!! this ended up being a bit long so answers r under the cut >:3

🛩 [PLANE] -> Was your Original Character born on Jorvik or did they come here from somewhere else? If so, what was their reason to come to Jorvik?

nova (like me) is from canada! she actually came to jorvik at age 11 when she was scouted by the jorvik ballet company, and became interested in horseback riding when her ballet master took her and her fellow students to see the circus - she was enamoured by vaulting!

🛋 [COUCH W/ LAMP] -> Where does your Original Character live? As in, where do they reside - one of the many stables across the Jorvegian Peninsula, or do they own an apartment/home within one of Jorvik's Cities?

technically nova lives with mrs holdsworth (who is essentially her adoptive mother), and that's the address where she like. gets all her mail lol. holdsworth is also more or less the only person who is relatively up to date on nova's whereabouts at any given point (eg. she was the only one who knew where she was during nova's stint in the wildwoods). in practice, nova's a nomad, and can't handle staying in one place for too long. currently she's stabling her herd in valedale, in exchange for them being used in druid activities (this is really reluctant, but when you're low on funds, you havent got many options lol). oh, there was also a period of about a year during which she lived in the little shack at the unfortunate dews' farm! this was way before maya staked claim to the property, and they never ran into each other while maya was caring for the livestock there, but i like to think that, since they're friends, maya lets her crash there every once in awhile

🦋 [BUTTERFLY] -> Does your Original Character belong to any of the organisations or groups on Jorvik - Dark Core, the Keepers, the Rangers, the GED, one of the Stables, etc.?

there was a period of time (roughly three months) during which nova was employed by the rangers at redwood point. she's affiliated with the keepers, but isn't exactly happy about it. she's really close with the moorlands, and worked at their summer camp for a couple terms. she's also a guest instructor with the bobcats!

(i've already answered the trophy one so i'm gonna skip it to avoid being redundant)

📚 [BOOK STACK] -> What is your Original Character's story? Not just in SSO's canon main story - what is your Character's deal in general?

this is a wonderful question that i would love to answer in great detail, but i honestly dont think i can! i would say it needs its own post, but i think nova's life story is one that will be revealed (to everyone, including me) over time, through answering small questions, creating art, and making tweaks over time in compliance with (or defiance against) the existing canon of SSO (which is an ever shifting beast, but i genuinely enjoy the challenge!) essentially, i'd say that nova came to the island as a kid, experienced a falling out with her family, and never went back. there was a period of a few years (2016-2023, aka when i stopped playing the game and got the sudden inexplicable urge to come back) during which she travelled the world at large, but never went back to canada. at that time, she split her herd between the moorlands and herman to employ as lesson horses. it's been a labour of love for her to restore her bond with each of them as individuals. i havent figured out her in-canon reason for coming back to the island yet unfortunately! she also had a "love interest" (comp het) several years ago who experienced a tragic demise, and is the reason she left the island to begin with

🌪 [TORNADO] -> Does your Original Character have any traumas or fears that stem from something that happened to them on Jorvik? Have they been confronted with something that left them scarred (mentally or physically)?

yes! yes. the aforementioned "love interest" is absolutely one. she broke her foot at the moorland's summer camp which meant that she couldnt dance anymore, and also spurred her falling out with her parents. nova also has lingering issues with her eyesight in her left eye, following an accident involving a cross country course and a thorn bush (which is based on an injury from my irl cross country days lol)

thank you for the questions!!!! i love talking about my fucked up baby girl

[thewritersaddictions]

2023: Eddie Munson- Episode 11 Finally My Year

Pairing: Eddie Munson x OC!Lilly Miller

Pov: Eddie Munson

Warnings: 2023, graduation, Christmas time, the band (Correded music) Steve&Robin. Christmas Celebration. engagement ring, graduation dinner.

Summary- Eddie finally finishes his online classes. Lilly helps him study for his final in-person exam, and afterward Eddie gets back a speical gift for Lilly.

A/n- firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 4.8k

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GED pratice testing is harder then I thought it was going to be. I starred hard at the pratice version that sat in front of me. I had printed out. Not only was I taking the whole GED test, but that was over two hundred questions long, and a essay. I won’t lie the essay part of this seems easier in my head. Maybe due to years of playing D&D, or whatever it is. I worry about the questions for math, and english. Work has been slow due to the inclimate weather, so I’m stuck here staring at paper. 

I feel eyes on me quickly. It’s getting late, and the longer I stare at the printed out papers the harder it is to keep the effort of wanting to actually finish my GED at all. “Baby?” I hear Lilly sweet voice for the first time in a while. “You alright?” The last time i heard her voice had to be a few hours ago when she said she was gonna take a shower, and get dinner started. When I look up at her my eyes catch the clock. “It’s nine already, and no I’m no where close to alright.” 

The words come out harsher then I mean them, and I hate that Lilly gets thr brunt of my frustration towards this damn testing. It’s the last thing that’s holding me back. The last thing that makes life slow. The last thing in my way to a better way of life possibly. I’m not sure anymore at this point. “Baby, you know you should probably eat. When was the last time you stopped and rested your eyes?” Lilly questions me, and I have to think for a moment. Rested my eyes I laugh at her words, and chew my lip. 

“See you don’t even have to answer me cause I already know.” She walks over her feet clad in white fluffy socks. Her legs covered by oversized sweats and a sweatshirt to follow suit on top of her chest. She takes the paper from in front of me and slips between books, and other papers. Her hands come up to my shoulders. Rubbing deepingly into the tense muscle. I lean into the touch, and moan at the feeling. “You’re heaven Lilly. Truly fuckin’ heaven.” I muttered as the stressed melts away from my body at the touch of her hands. 

“Thank you baby.” She says reaching down to kiss the crown of my head. “Have some dinner with me, and then we go back to that pratice test.” Lilly says her hands releasing my muscle of my shoulder. She plates our food. A chili that had been cookin’ all day and the smell having wafting into my nose at some point during the day. We sit across from each other at the small dinner table. Silence is comfortable around us. The window shows a falls of snowflakes and the cars outside getting a light dusty of white over all them. 

The chili warms me up, and kicks me awake. My eyes don’t feel as heavy anymore, and as I watch Lilly from across me the table. “What are you planning?” I say shoving a spoonful of chili into my mouth. She looks at me with wide eyes, “What do you mean?” She asks if I don’t know enough about her. “You’re planning some, I just don’t know what yet. You’re beautiful face betrays you sometimes ya know.” I say. My bowl is empty before Lilly will tell me about her plan. She takes a bit longer to finish her food.

When Lilly is done though. She grabs the paper GED practice test. Scanning the paper of it contents. “What’s giving you the most trouble?” She asks, I go over the table. My elbows hitting the table. “Math, and Enlisgh.” I said pointing to the sections of the pratice test. “Okay. Get up, and go to the bedroom.” Lillys voices is demanding, flirtous tones are floating in her words. “What?” “You heard me, bedroom now. And sit on the edge of the bed.” She says nothing else, and waits for me to leave the room. I go and wait for her. 

I wonder for the moment that pass on. I wonder what Lilly is got planned. My head goes automatically to the dirtiest of such things. Like maybe she’ll forget all about the paper and just come in and tease the fuck out me. Let me out some much need stress. Maybe she’ll come in on her knees and beg for me to make her feel good, and right. I hear her soft footsteps on the carpeted floors. The doors opens. “Here we go. I picked twenty questions. For each one right. I’ll strip down, every one wrong you strip down.”

My eyes goes wide in my head, my heart stops, and my breath get caught in my lungs. I can’t hold back the excitement. Yet the feeling that I don’t know what I’m doing, or getting myself into ramps up at every single passing seconds. “Are you serious?” I ask, not sure why but I do. “Yeah I’m sure baby. I wanna help you. I figure this might help.” She says with a sassy wink. She sits across from me. Her back rests on the headboard of the bed. We stare at each other, “Do you wanna get started Eddie?” 

I shake my head. I'm begging for Lilly to start. Lilly isn’t back out, so neither will I. “Yeah I’m ready.” I mutter. I’m staring at her. She’s all I can see and she’s all I want to see right now. “First question.” Lilly goes off to explain a math equation, and as I frantically search for paper and pen. Lilly waits for me to answer. “I… Do I have like call a friend option?” I ask her. She shrugs. “If you need any help you can ask.” I nod. I give her my answer, and she checks my math. 

“Should I give you the choice of what comes off, or should I just undress.” Lilly doesn’t give me time to answer her as she slips her fluffy white socks off. “Oh come on, that's not fair.” I whine as she wiggles her pink painted toes. She rolls her eyes, “and that’s why you don’t get to pick what I take off Eds.” She murmurs. We go over a few more math questions until I hit a few I just can’t manage to get over. Lily motions me to lose the shirt. “Lose the shirt Eddie, thems is the rules” 

I roll my eyes at Lilly incorrect grammar. But do as she say. Lifting the shirt from over my back, and up my shoulders. It’s lands in a small growing pile somewhere close to Lilly discarded fluffy white socks. This goes one for the rest of the questions. English I get through pretty easily, and realize quickly that I am far overdressed to be in the same room, or on the same bed as Lilly. Her sweats as taken a dive to the floor, along with the huge sweatshirt. There she sat almost naked in front of me. So pretty. 

The heat was radiating through the trailer and even though Christmas wasn’t far away the snow fell hard and heavy as the night sky took over the sky. Twenty question later, and I had only lost a few pieces of clothing. Shirt, and socks. “See I told you that you got it Eddie.” Lilly muttered as she put down the printed paper pratice test. “And you’ve got some time before your exam.” Lilly added. She swallowed when she looked up at me. My mouth was watering, she was so damn sexy, and I just a few inches away from her. 

There is some sort of conversation that we have with no words, and just our eyes. Like Lilly knows what I was thinking, and I know what she’s thinking about. She let’s me inch closer, sure we had kissed, a few steamy making out sessions. Nothing like this though. Nothing that had me so close to touching her bare skin. She opened her legs. Black lace panties on full display for me. “Can I touch you?” I ask her in a whisper. She nods her head. My hand slips on to her thighs. Plush, and so very warm. “Oh fuck.” 

She whimpers out. I haven’t even  a damn thing, and I’ve already got her moaning out in pleasure.  “Can I…” “If you dare aks if you can touch me again I’mma slap you silly Eddie.” She groans out in frustration. I don’t take to long. I postition myself between her legs. Pulling her down, her panty covered pussy coming straight in front of my face. A dark wet spot. Hard to ignore as I pull her panties to the side, and see her glisten under the light. I play with her teasingly. “PLEase Eddie make me… Make me cum Eddie!” 

I don’t ignore my girls begging. Her demands are so hard to not want to fall into. Her wet pussy pulling me in even more. The nosies that hit my ears as I played at her clit. Sloppy noises as her wet pussy clenches around nothing. Finally when I slide a finger into her dripping pussy, I felt like I was heaven. Her moans bouncing off the walls of the room. Her hips rocked against my hand. “Put… put another one Eddie please.” She begged me. I obliged her. Finger fucking her as her pussy clenched around my fingers hard. 

A few days after Lilly and I strip tease learning session. I wake up ealirer then I normally do for work. Gathering all my energy and want. Pouring myself a cup of coffee. I study the last bit I can as I eat a healthy meal for breakfast, and sip on my coffee. The GED test is harder then I ever anticipated. The room is cold, and it’s filled with people of all ages. Teenagers, older gentleman, mothers in their earlier thirties. When I get there, and settled in my seat, I wait. I wait for a very long time. 

A reason to show itself for why I should just walk out. But then I remember the night between Lilly and I. I remember that I would do anything for her. Anything, and if that meant confirming one more time to a testing time, silent, cold room. Well fuck it, cause I’d do anything for her. It takes longer then I anticipated. Sections are marked in a professional way. Calculator here, but not there. The essay I blew through with ease, and in a flash it was all over. I turned in my paper test, and walked out the door. 

When I got to trailer Lilly was still asleep. I left my snow covered boots outside the trailer door. Unzipping my puffy jacket and put it to rest on the coat rack. I threw my outside clothes to the floor in a snow soaked pile. Sliding back under the warm sheets. Lilly found the warmth almost autonaically. Cuddling close up to my side. Smell of vanilla, and fresh laundry whafted into my senses. The sun had risen, but for now we didn’t need to. I stared at her beautiful face, and brushed away the fly hairs. Kissing her lips gently. 

Nearly a week before Christmas a letter came in the mail. “Babe, did you get the mail today?” Lilly shouted from the other side of the trailer. I was about to hop into the shower. Poking my head out of the door. “No sweetheart.” I said. She nodded, and went out the door. I showered. Lathering my hair up with shampoo, and then conditioner. The harsh weather not being helpful to long hair like mine. “You’ve got mail babe.” Lilly screamed. “From?” I questioned. “The state of Indiana.” The words hit my ears, and I ran out. Grabbing the mail. 

“Do you think?” I ask, “Maybe, but you won’t know unless you open it dingus.” Lilly muttered. Towel wrapped around my waist. I stood in the middle of the living room. Dripping water droplets to the carpet floors. “DID YOU OPEN IT YET?” Lilly screamed from the kitchen. Her words pull me out of the dream state I’m in. I rip the paper, because everyone rips the fucking envelope. It ripes and tears. I get a papercut on my finger as I try to get the paper out of the envelope. “What does it say Eddie?? I wanna know please.” 

I don’t read the words, I just end up shoving the paper into Lilly’s chest. “I’mma go change and get dressed. Possible hide under the sheets so I never have to know that i failed that fucking exam.” I mutter under my breath as I walk fast back to the bedroom. I sit on the edge of the bed. The towel hands loose on my wasit. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I mutter under my breath and I grab an old shirt, a pair of sweats. That’s it. I sit there until my heart doesn’t feel like it’s going to burst out.  

I hear Lilly’s scream, and the shouts for me to come out of the bedroom. “EDDIE COME OUT! I NEED YOUR HELP, PLEASE.” I run out. Regardless of my heart now running faster then before I look for Lilly. She standing in the kitchen facing away from the entrance. “Fuck! Lilly are you alright? Let me see you? Are you bleeding?” When I grab her shoulders and turn her around she staring down at the unfolded piece of paper. “What!” We make direct eye connect. “Call Steve, and Dustin. You passed your GED Eddie.” I stand there frozen in time. 

“Eddie?” “EDDIE?” I hear Lilly voice pulling me from the ether. “Did you hear me?” Lilly asks. My mouth moves, but nothing comes out. “What’s wrong with you?” Lilly questions. “I just… are you… let me see the paper.” I make grabby hands towards the paper. I read through the words. ‘Mr. Munson. Congrats you’ve passed your GED test with a Eighty-Five percentage. You will receive your diploma in the mail in two - four weeks. Congrats from the state of Indina.’ A few names are signed at the bottom of the paper. “You gonna call Steve, and Dustin now right?” 

I grab my phone, Lilly had helped me ages ago relize that I could call both Steve, and Dustin at the same time in the same facetime call. I clicked Steve’s name, and then Dustin. Steve answered first, “What’s up Eddie?” I was still amazed even now how he know it was me, then Dustin came into the call. The screams of the kids in the background. “Steve, Eddie?” Dustin sounded as if he had been screaming, and shouting for days now. “I have… Lilly and I have important news.” They wait, “I graduated… I mean I passed my GED!” 

The excitement must have taken a minute to get through the phone and into their thick heads. “HOLY SHIT!” I heard Dustin shout out with excitment. Then Claire and Beth telling him that he can’t say naughty words and he’s gotta drop a few quarters into the swear jar. “Are you serious Eddie?” Steve asked. I shook my head. “Congracts dude. Are you…” “Do you want us to throw you a celebration!?” Dustin says cutting off Steve as if time hadn’t changed from when he was a kid. “Robin might kill me if we don’t celebrate with a dinner out.” 

I hear Lilly giggle. And I see her nod her head from the place I sit in the living room. “What are you thinkin’ for dinner then?” Dustin asks. “No you guys can’t come with us.” Dustin says to his kids. “Mexican?” I say both to the people on the phone, and to Lilly. Lilly answers with a nod, and then in agreement Steve and Dustin nod. “We can do the new few days. Christmas is coming up soon.” Steve says. The mention of christmas makes Dustin kids go wild on the other side of the phone. “I’ve gotta go.” 

With that Dustin ends the call, and then it’s just Steve, and I in the facetime. “I’m proud of you Eddie.” Steve says. Wherever Robin is it can’t be at the Harrington home. “Thanks dude. Means the world.” He smiles, “I’ll let you get back to your girl. See you soon then.” Steve says and the calls ends. Lilly pokes her head out of the kitchen. “He called me ‘your girl’ Eddie.” Repeating Steve words. “Yeah, I mean. You are, aren’t you?” I question her. I’m not questioning her love for me, just how comfortable she is with it all.

She speedwalks back to the living room. Her legs slotting over mine. Her knees hitting my hip bones. Thigh against thigh. She’s right there in front of me. Sometimes I forget that she’s really real. I’m always waiting for the other shoe to drop I wait and wait, yet nothing ever happens. “Eddie! Of course I’m okay with it. Hell I’m more then okay with it. I love it.” Lilly mutters as she leans to have her head rest against the curve of my neck. My hand absentmindly rubs up and down her back. “Good, cause your my girl always.” 

The days pass, getting closer to christmas. Before Christmas though is a celebration dinner. In honor of me… the thought of that makes me pause even for the shortest of moments. It’s supposed to be a party. A dinner party at some mexican restaurant that’s not in town. “Are you gonna get dressed soon Eddie?” Lilly asks, poking her head out of the bathroom door. Her hair is in section, and a burn smelling whafts from the bathroom. “I can’t go in this?”I motion down to my boxers, and ratty old shirt. She rolls her eyes, “No you can’t wear that. You’ll get caught for indesnect exposer.” Lilly is serious. I get up and walk into the bathroom. The room had never been big enough for me when I was a kid, but there’s something about the small space. I put my hands around her wasit. “Maybe we say fuck the dinner. I’ve got all I can eat right here.” I whispered in her ear. Her cheeks grow red, and she pushes me away with her ass. I slap her ass hard as I leave the bathroom. She sheirks and I smirk as I search for dinner appropriate clothes. 

I shift through a few different outfits. Yet a part of me wants to go bother LIlly just once more. I poke my head out of the door frame. Music is blaring from the bathroom, and the door is closed. She’s singing and dancing around the room. I pick out a black dressser shirt, and the only nice outing jeans I’ve got. The cold weather I’m not really in the mood for holes in my jeans. “Lilly, you almost ready?” I ask as I walk past the bathroom door in search of my heavier work boots. “UM… in a few.” 

I lace my work boots up. Grabbing both a heavy winter jacket, and the car keys. Snow has stopped falling, but that doesn’t mean it’s not freezing outside. The cold hit my face as I open the front door. I just wanna get in the car, and have some heat running through it before Lilly and I leave for dinner. The engine turns over, and I leave the keys in the car. “Do I look good?” Lilly asks. She’s beautiful. A black dress that covers to her mid thigh, stockings that cover the rest of her legs. “Fuck you’re beautiful.” 

She blushes, grabbing her coat, and purse. She takes me keys and locks the front door. “Do you want me to drive?” She asks. I shake my head, “To hell if my girl is driving. Go be a passenger princess.” I say. She stares at me for a moment. “I think we need to take your internet access away.” She mutters as she gets into the warm car. “No that I don’t enjoy being a passenger princess.” She says as she get settled in her seat. “You need directions Eddie?” She asks. I nod. “That would be helpful my lady.” 

The drive to dinner isn’t to long, or to hard to get through traffic. I had texted Steve back a few days ago and asked how we all wanted to get there. His words were. “Robin and I will get there before you, Dustin and Suize are coming without the kids. Be there by eight.” He said. I nodded my head, and shot him a thumbs up. Now we were driving to the restaurant out of Hawkins. Because even now there wasn’t much in town besides family owned shops, and the schools. I pulled the car into a parking spot. 

I see Dustin car parked a few spots away, and then Steve cars is next to his. I look over at Lilly. Grabbing her coat, and her purse. I take the key with me and jump out. I make sure I’m right there on the passenger side of the car. Grabbing her door handle and opening her door before she can. “A passenger princess you are.” I say when she goes to roll her eyes. Regardless she grabs my hand and we walk in sync to the front doors. Hispanic music is plays lowly as we walk in. “Over Here!” 

Dustin and his wife sit next to each other. Steve, and Robin sit together. The booth is in the back of the restaurant. The hostess walks to the both with menus in her hands. ‘Lilly, Eddie!” Robin says as Lilly slips and then I close off the booth. “How’s the drive out?” Steve asks me. “Oh it was fine, besides other drivers.” He laughs and I look down at my menu. The food all sound. Lilly rests a hand on my thigh. “Congrats by the way.” Robin takes a sip of her drink. “Thanks Rob. I never thought ya know.” 

The music fills the silence around the table. “What are you looking at for dinner babe?” I ask in a hush voice. “I don’t know I’m still looking at the drinks. I don’t know if I should get anything though.” Lilly says back. Her eyes never leaving the sticky menu. “Get a drink babe. Remember you’re a passenger princess.” She giggles softly, resting her head on my shoulder. The waiter comes over taking our orders. Lilly does end up getting a drink. “You guys are love sick puppies.” Dustin says. “Oh yeah cause we aren’t.” Suize says to her husband. 

Dustin and Suize gift me a graduation card of sorts. Steve, and Robin take care of the dinner bill. We have lot of laughs as we sit and eat dinner. I like the fact that as we walked in Lilly and I are together. As we sat Lilly and I were close, burning, searing into each other skin for everyone to see. We ate dinner, and when it was all over. Dustin and Suize left to relieve their babysitter for the night. The four of us stayed. “You guys should come over after Chistmas. I need a night without kids.”  

“Robin is always asking for us to come over.” Lilly said as we got into the car. Passenger princess mode was always enabled. I closed her door, and walked over to the driver side. The engine turned over. As I backed out of the spot Lilly continued to talk. “She’s always inviting us, you think she ever get’s annoyed with Steve?” He question makes me laugh. “I may have not known them long before, but if they’re still together now. I most definitely agree with your thinking darlin’. Steve is still a cocky even now.” Lilly laughs closing her eyes. 

By the time we got back to the house Lilly was out cold in the passenger seat. So I turned the car off, unlocked the door, and grabbed Lilly from the seat. Picking her up bridal style I walked her in through the door. Kicking it closed with the back of my foot as I had done with the car  door. I took her all the way to the bedroom. I slipped her out of her heels, and coat. Grabbing a make-up wipe from the bathroom. I cleaned her face, and got into night time clothes. I did the same. 

Another cold, and sucky day when I woke up. But with Lilly in my arms it was always good. Her hair was everywhere, but she always looked beaitufk like this. Mouth slightly open and her lashes sitting on her cheeks. “Such a pretty girl.” She was always a deep sleeper so I was able to kiss her forehead and get out of bed with out her noticing. I got dressed, and knew that christmas was to far away. I was in desperate need of christmas shopping. I grabbed a coffee to go, and got on the road to the mall. 

The mall is fucking crowded with people. Mothers who are in desperate need of gifts for the little kids they have. I had done some extra work. Like Mrs.Knoll side walk needed to be cleaned off snow, so I offered to help her with that. She ended up giving me a tip, and regardless if she noticed it or not she gave me a hundrend bill. Then shooed me away. Work at the Auto body shop had been slow, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t saving money for this. I walked to the same shop Lilly took me to. 

The people in that store were just so different. Nerdy, geeks that wanted to help anyone. At first nobody said anything to me and I walked around the simplistic store. “Has anyone helped you today?” A young girl asked me. I shook my head. “Well are you looking for anything specific?” I walked over to the laptops. “I need for something for my girlfriend.” It had been the first time I had called her that out in public, the women shook her head. “What color does she like. We have Grey, midnight, silver, beige” The women went on and on. 

“Midnight is just fine.” I said to the women. “Alright sir, if you just follow me to check out if you’ve got everything you need. I did follow the women to check out. The price didn’t durpise me, as I took out the credit card to pay for it all once. The transaction went through, and I left with gift number one for my girl. I walked around some more. Lilly always said she didn’t need more clothes, so I kept my eyes open. Then the jewlery store hit my eye. Beautiful cut diamonds that shined under fluorescent beaming lights. 

I was gravitated towards the small ring at the entrance of the store. A man came over real quick. “Sir, can I help you?” He asked. “I need something for my girlfriend.” I said looking up at the older man. “For christmas, or something like an engagement ring?” The man asks me. I stand there still for a moment. If I got her something just for christmas that would be cool, but that thought of making her my wife. That was quick, but to hell with it. It was a classic Eddie to fast thing to do with my life. 

“A ring.” Finally answering the man. He walks away guiding me towards a section of small cut ring. “Do you have her size.” I take a wild guess. “Alright sir, we have some wonderful cut diamonds over here in that size.” I stare at  the diamonds rings under the light. “What type of girl is she? If you don’t mind me asking.” The older man asks. “She’s simply, kind, the type of women that would make a wonderful mother.” The words fall out of my mouth. He smiles, and point down to a simple gold ring. “Here’s a perfect one.” 

The man pulls it out of the glass case. Gold ring with a big diamond in the center and two smaller diamonds off to the side of it. “She’ll like this one,” “How much I ask?” He looks down, this is five hundred dollars, but with Christmas specials being here. It’s been cut down twenty-five percent.” “So?” “Three hundred and seventy-five sir.” I stare at the ring. “Pack it up.” I pay for the ring and leave the mall with two of the most expensive I’ve ever bought. Driving home, I hope that Lilly will enjoy her laptop, but worry about the ring. Maybe it’s all too fast for her and even me. When I pull up to the trailer, and park the car. I take a second for getting out. I unpack the ring and stare at it some more. The wild guessing of whether or not Lilly would be okay with all of this. Goes out of the window. “She’ll love it regardless,” I say to myself.

Completed on: 07/02/23

Posted on: 07/03/2023

The Adults- @yourfavdummy @mothermirkwood

[mythriftedfinds]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Ged London 2010's High-Low Black Sleeveless Dress Size Small.

[sweetheart-zombie]

"Fuck you lookin' at?"

"You a cop?"

Full Name: Cyrus Virgil Richards

First Name Meaning / Origin: Sun / Latin

Middle Name Meaning / Origin: Flourishing / Latin

Surname Meaning / Origin: Son of Richard / English

Nicknames / Origin: Cy, Cyro, Cyclone / Archer & Viviana

Pet Names / Origin: Cy-Baby, Baby-Boy, Smelly / Viviana

Birthday / Age: 11-13-1990 / 29

Birthplace / Current Residence: Hopewell, Washington / Worth Farm, Washington

Religion: Catholic

Western Zodiac / Eastern Zodiac: Scorpio / Horse

Sexual Orientation / Romantic Orientation: Pansexual / Panromantic

"There a reason you starin' at me?"

Ethnicity / Race: Irish American / White

Height / Weight: 6'3" / 205 lbs.

Hair Color / Hairstyle & Facial Hair: Warm brown / Mid length shag & Long stubble

Eye Color / Shape: Green / Downturned

Skin Tone / Complexion: Golden beige / Tanned

Body Type / Build: Endomorph / Average

Tattoos / Scars: Patchwork Arm sleeves / Hypertrophic scar over his left eye & Contracture scars on his left arm

Distinguishing Features: Tattoos & Scars

"You a fuckin' shrink too?"

Positive Traits / Negative Traits: Adventurous, capable, disciplined, faithful, independent, perceptive / Abrasive, argumentative, crass, rude, strong-willed

Greatest Strength / Greatest Weakness: Determined / Rebellious

Greatest Joy / Greatest Fear: Viviana / Never being good enough

Greatest Accomplishment / Greatest Regret: Getting his GED / Selling drugs at 14

Priorities: Viviana & His motorcycle

Mood Often In: Apprehensive

Relaxed When: Alone, with Viviana, on the open road, working on his bike

Ill At Ease When: Around people, away from his bike, having serious conversations, comforting others

Annoyed When: Plans change, talked down to, forced to work with others, forced to make small talk

Habits / Nervous Tics: Spitting & Whistling / Biting his nails & Cracking his knuckles

Addictions: Nicotine & Xanax

Mental Illnesses / Medications: CPTSD & Depression / Zoloft

Fears: The dark & Hospitals

"Don't need a life coach and don't want one."

Motivations / Disincentives: Finding security / Inability to trust others

Short-Term Goals: Convincing Viviana to leave with him & Taking out threats to their safety

Long-Term Goals: Protecting his loved ones & Creating a home without arbitrary rules

"Ain't got a tragic backstory neither."

Type of Childhood: Dysfunctional & Abusive

First Memory: Playing in a stream at the local park with his older brother

Most Important Memory: Leaving home

Best Memory / Worst Memory: His fifth grade teacher telling him he was deserving of better / His father pressing a hot iron against his arm

Childhood Hero / Childhood Villain: Mister Rogers / His father

"Jeez, you're a fuckin' freak wantin' to know all this shit."

Mother / Status / Relationship With Mother: Erin Angeline Richards / Deceased / Neutral, she loved him but in a way he couldn't understand at the time

Father / Status / Relationship With Father: Patrick James Richards / Deceased / Very poor, he'd often beat and emotionally abuse him

Brother / Status / Relationship With Brother: Finn Patrick Richards / Deceased / Neutral, he died when he was only five

Partner / Status / Relationship With Partner: Viviana Evelyn Klein / Alive / Very good, she's kind and caring towards him

Best Friend / Worst Enemy: Archer Quinn / Barrett Worth

Friends / Enemies : Ashley Wright, Jo Watson, Ivan Choroba / Ivy Klein, Arturo Navarro, Joseph Lawrence

Hero / Rival: Asher Li / Aimo Takala

"Now you wanna make small talk?"

Occupation / Education: Mechanic / GED

Hobbies / Skills: Boxing & Cooking / Hunting & Repairing things

Favorite Color / Least Favorite Color: Red / Orange

Favorite Food / Least Favorite Food: Pierogis / Sushi

Favorite Music Genre / Least Favorite Music Genre: Hard-rock / Rap

Favorite Book / Least Favorite Book: Along Came a Spider / Misery

Favorite Movie / Least Favorite Movie: The Matrix / Silence of the Lambs

"You gonna finally leave me alone now?"

Credits Below Cut

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[saintes-rpg]

● THIRTY ● EARTH ELEMENTAL ● FEMALE ● PARK RANGER ●

"What are men to rocks and mountains?"

BIOGRAPHY: Raised by her father in Spring Valley, Nevada, a small suburb just outside the Las Vegas strip, Adrien was always considered a little bit off. She never had all that many friends, if other kids didn’t keep away from the warnings from their parents, they were put off by her strange behavior and interests in bugs, lizards, and dead things.

Her elemental abilities first displayed themselves when she was 11 when hunting for geodes and fossils, large boulders shattering at her frustration at finding nothing. Later that night, she got her first period, and she thought she was dying and it was making her lose her mind. While her father found out about the latter event and calmed her fears down, she resolved to never tell her father about the new power. Adrien began isolating herself from the world in fear, afraid that more would occur if she ventured out. This isolation led to her mental health deteriorating and her relationship with her father growing antagonistic through her teenage years. According to him, Adrien was going to end up wasting her life and would amount to nothing if this kept up.

The suppression of her abilities and the instability of her mental health culminated halfway through her senior year of high school, when her father started an argument with her about her grades. As she was yelling back at her father, the ground violently shook, alarming the entire town and damaging their home. Immediately upon regaining his senses, he immediately disowned her for being a “witch freak like your mother”, and she quickly fled in fear of a violent outburst, leaving the town the next day.

She applied to whatever jobs she could, away from Vegas or even Nevada itself. Despite going from dead-end job to dead-end job, bouncing from location to location, leaving whenever an incident involving her abilities would occur, Adrien managed to get her GED and get a job with the National Parks Service. It allowed her to be in the wilderness for the majority of her days, which kept her “outbursts” at bay. 

After years of serving and working her way up the ladder, the great announcement was revealed. Finally realizing that she wasn’t alone, that there were people like her, and there was possibly a solution to her issue, Adrien looked for supernatural communities, eventually finding Saintes. As soon as she had the money, she got her location transferred to the Jean Lafitte Reserve in New Orleans and moved in.

Adrien Reed is played by Kevin, 19, She/They/He, EST

[thexwayward]

𝕤𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕘𝕠𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕚 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕤𝕠 𝕚'𝕝𝕝 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕕

                                          ✴   ✴   ✴   ✴   ✴   ✴    ✴   ✴   ✴    

full name:  puck bailey

nicknames:  b, bails, bailey

age:  27

date of birth:  december 8.

zodiac: sagittarius

gender:  male

pronouns: he/him

sexuality:  bisexual

physical

hair color: black

eye color: brown

height: 5′11″

weight: 147 lbs

personality

morality:  neutral evil

meyers-briggs: ISFJ ||  defender

positive traits: strong, efficient, practical, diligent, focused, thorough.

negative traits: hypercritical, demanding, hard to please, self-conscious, reclusive.

job: construction worker/mma fighter

skills: organized, unshakable, fluent in english and spanish, small guitar skills.

family

parents: marcus and lorena bailey.

siblings: n/a

backstory and details - ＴＲＩＧＧＥＲ     ＷＡＲＮＩＮＧ :        teen pregnancy, abuse, violence, murder, bullying, etc.

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things were about as normal as they could get for the young son of two teenage parents. seventeen and sixteen when he was born, continuing high school wasn’t much of an option for either of them. they dropped out and found small, menial jobs and lived in marcus’ family home.

lorena went into labor during a make-up test for her english class, the subject of which was a midsummer night’s dream. thus, puck gained his name.

his father joined up as a navy recruit, but soon got tossed for having shin splints. still, he pretended he was more involved than he actually was. he stayed in vegas to stay close to his would-be glory days. his mom was a waitress who worked her ass off in hopes they could save a little to leave the in-laws place.

when puck was four years old, his father finally got his GED, settled and became a cop to support his family. he wasn’t much of a beat cop, but he was a pretty okay detective when it came to patrols. he wasn’t the smartest, but he managed well enough.

puck was a little withdrawn and silent. being extroverted wasn’t much of a skill he developed, and he was polite most of the time. his temper, however, spoke for him. super quick to anger, puck was always involved in fights, even at home. he would never disrespect his mother but his dad was another story.

the epitome of a good for nothing cop with delusions of grandeur, marcus would start to pick wherever he could. whatever shit he tried to start, puck would try and finish it. usually, it cane to an end with a smack across his face and a trip upstairs without dinner.

no one questioned when he went to school with a black eye, no one cared. his teachers assumed it was the mark left behind by another student, and the students only seemed to care that he had finally gotten his ass handed to him.

after a week solid where there was nothing but fighting under his roof, his father finally had it. there was a friend in the city who owned a gym that offered him a place in one of his groups for free. it started small, with basic martial arts, but as he got older, puck drew a larger interest in mixed martial arts as a potential career path.

every day after school, he went to the gym and worked out, sparring with whoever was available. it helped take his mind off of all the load of grand nothingness he had at school, and kept him from the dismal quiet of his bedroom at home. everything made sense on the bright blue, sweat-sticky mats of the gym.  

one day, just before the winter break of his junior year of high school, his father was murdered in their home. puck’s alibi rested with the school and his mom was at work, his father was home, savoring a day away from the force. throat slit over the kitchen sink, water left running, he was gone before could scream.

accomplishing the task had been simple. he didn’t live very far away from school, after all. during the breaks between third and fourth period, puck pulled free a standard garbage bag from beneath one of the many trash cans and escaped through a bathroom window, ran off campus and into his back door. his father was standing over the sink, scrubbing a plate he’d used for lunch clean.

knife purchased at a thrift store months prior, something untraceable, puck made his way behind his father and sliced from ear to ear, the trash bag held over his arm to protect from arterial splatter and carnage.

knife balled in the trash bag, puck weaved his way through the back alleys of his neighborhood, stashing the knife in a fallen tree trunk for later disposal before he made his way back to school.

his absence had gone totally unnoticed, his alibi set in stone firm as his father’s body would be by the time he made his way back home after class.

his motive was simple: he was tired of the torment. he’d made his decision and no one would stop him.  

puck knew something was wrong the minute he pushed open the door. rounding the corner into the kitchen, puck found the body. he froze, eyes wide and silent. he called his mom at work before he called the police, fear-fogged mind working slow.

he was the initial suspect. his father’s friends at the force knew how much of a pain in the ass puck could be, and how much animosity there was in the father and son’s relationship. it didn’t help that he was covered in his father’s blood. on purpose, this time.

puck was cuffed and lead out of the house. put in the back of the police car, he glanced up in time to take note of how many of his neighbors were lined up watching from the other side of the yellow tape. the incongruencies at the time of the murder and his alibi in school lead to his release the next afternoon, but not before the rumors started at school.

the next monday, he was greeted by COP KILLER scrawled in sharpie across his locker.  everyone, staff included, whispered about his fathers murder. more so when they accused puck of the homicide.

every time he heard someone opened their mouth to talk, his fist shut it. he fought more, fought harder, everything got worse. it seemed safer to drop out and snag a GED than go back to a school where he would only perpetuate the rumors.

he never talked about his father’s murder, not even to his mother.

she believed in his innocence, but his father’s death broke her. she was never the same after the loss of marcus bailey, never her old self. while it did hurt to see her so shattered, puck couldn’t help but feel it was worth it. she’d never stood up for him, never helped him through the pain. she only tidied up in the aftermath. he had to take himself into account, now. his fate would be his own.

the local police department never found out who killed his dad, but it was suspected that it came from local gang activity. while it was convenient, it didn’t matter much to puck. his father was dead, the details lost.

fighting was the only thing that brought him solace. he worked his knuckles to the pulp, fought until he couldn’t breathe, broke himself down against a punching bag and a mat before he breathed another word of his rage.

the owner of the gym, his father’s friend and coach, told him to take a step back and focus on getting his GED, to do better and be better. puck didn’t care, but it was easier to go along with it than fight, especially because he knew it would have made his mother happy.

puck enrolled in a local community college and managed to scrape together an associate’s in anthropology. two years was meant to be four, but financial aid stopped being enough.

it seemed college had run its course. 18 years old with nothing else to do, he found a niche in construction. it was as destructive as it was instructive. what he broke, he built, what he shattered, he fixed. working hard, all day every day in the desert sun didn’t hurt.

he was free of obligation save for what came at the breaking of dirt on another job site. it was then the gym’s owner recommended him for a position he couldn’t refuse.

the local gang activity was blamed on his father’s murder. his position as a prospective member for entry into underground fighting.

updates

the underground fights have offered him a chance to make more money than what he does doing construction, and it’s freeing. he likes the pain, he thrives off of the power he feels, and he is encouraged by his future brothers in arms.

wanted connections

TBD: a friend he’s known all his life. to be determined on how they felt when he was accused of murder. whether they stayed close or grew apart is up to the plot.

TBD : ex-girlfriend of many years. they still find each other every now and again when an itch has to be scratched, but their relationship is strictly physical. puck doesn’t have feelings, nor does he want them toward her. his mind is made up on the subject.

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

A Moment's Surprise--Chapter 9

Whether it’s called an accident or the fates of the universe, you and Calum find yourselves taking on the next level of your relationship: parenthood.

Reader (Gender Neutral) X Calum. Multi-chapter Series.

Series Note: Across this series, pregnancy is discussed thoroughly. While I have made this series specifically a reader insert and have done my best to avoid coding for cis women, I am taking this moment to acknowledge that this content may not be suitable for every reader. I want to acknowledge even if I’ve been careful some things (like uteri) are still mentioned and if that causes you discomfort please DO NOT read this. You may keep scrolling (as there is a read more) / skip this as necessary.

Series Masterlist

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Epilogue

As the weeks pass of the tour, you and Calum find a rhythm. He calls when he wakes in the mornings, usually right around the time you take a quick 15 minute break at work and step outside. Sometimes you’ll walk the building, other times you’ll just sit and enjoy the sun. Though the conversations are short, you two are able to reconnect on the most pressing things. Like the venue for the babyshower finally confirms you all being able to get the convention room for September 17th or Calum finally hitting the green on his practice GED tests, which means he’s more than likely to pass the real one, or the updates from the doctor about how the weight and blood pressure are progressing for you. 

Throughout the day, small things will get sent through text. Like you ask Calum to verify the guestlist when he gets the chance, or sending him pictures of cute little onesies you spy out with Joy. Or Calum will send you pictures from all the places he stops at or he tells you that he confirmed the guestlist last week but he can resend the email so it’s at the top of your inbox. There’s of course memes and silly things you two find on the corners of the internet that you two are one. 

In the evenings that they don’t have a show, Calum calls after he knows you’ve had dinner so that the two of you talk until you fall asleep. When he does have a show, you set an alarm to get up and talk about how the show went. On days that you have a doctor's appointment, Calum knows he’s going to get a bump update. He clings to his phone on those days, wanting nothing more than to know what fruit his baby boy is being compared to and when he finds out, he runs to the other guys to celebrate. 

Tonight is a night that Calum doesn’t have a show, so from the couch of the tour bus, Calum watches you snuggle into the sheets back at home. “Looks comfy,” he comments. 

“Missing you,” you return. “But I do have Duke.” Turning down the covers, you’re able to show off Duke who’s burrowed next to you. 

Calum laughs. “I’m glad he’s taking good care of you.”

“Did you talk to Joy today?”

“Yeah,” he nods. “After I called you this morning, I talked to her.” 

You nod, knowing Joy had mentioned missing Calum just by a second earlier in the week. “Where’s next for you?” 

Calum shrugs for a moment but he does turn his attention away for a moment, “Texas is next? Ash, is that right?”

“Yeah, Texas. I think there are three shows.” 

Calum looks back at you, “Texas.” 

“All my exes live in Texas,” you sing, mostly in jest but the lyric does cause you to pause. Calum’s laughter echoes through your speakers. “Can I confess something?” You ask after the laughter subsided. 

“Yes, love. You always can.” 

“I read through some delivery stories on my break.” You pause and Calum nods, signaling that he’s listening. “What if I shit myself in delivery?” 

From Calum you hear a stifled laugh but in the background Ashton howls his laughter. You know it sounds ridiculous. But there’s the inkling of fear. What would anyone think of you should it happen to you? Sure nurses may be used to it but it worries you. Calum throws a half hearted swat at Ashton and the laughter quiets but you can tell both men are close to cracking again should they share more than a second look. 

“Babe, what—what are you talking about?” Calum asks, keeping his gaze on you. 

“When I’m pushing. I’ve heard some people accidentally poop themselves. What if I shit myself?”

“What has your doula said about this?” The laughter is slowly leaving his voice. 

“I’ll meet with her tomorrow, so I haven’t brought it up to her yet. I know it sounds silly. But I don’t want to shit on our baby or myself!” 

Calum nods. “I hear you. I’m sure all the nurses and doctors there are more than equipped to handle it should it happen. But let’s see what might cause it and what we can do to avoid it, okay?” 

It’s logical but still a bit of the fear remains. “I’m not losing it you know? It’s a real thing.” 

“I'm sorry for laughing. I do believe it’s a real thing and I think if I were in your shoes I would be worried too. It mostly took me by surprise, love.” 

“Imagine my surprise too,” you exhale out through your own bout of laughter. 

“I’ll still love you even if you do shit yourself in delivery,” Calum offers softly to you. “And any other time too?” 

“I’ll love you too, even if you get old and need adult diapers.” 

“I disgustingly adore this,” Ashton chimes in from the background. “It’s actually insane how much I adore this but also disgusting because it’s not happening to me.” 

Calum cracks a smile. “I’m sure it’s much more thrilling to have the shitting yourself during delivery conversation rather than the would you still love them if they were a worm.”

“But I would then be a worm? Why does it matter?” you ask. 

Calum only laughs watching something out of the scope of the phone. “Ashton’s mad at me but he knows I’m right,” he giggles out before landing his gaze back on you. “There was a thing about significant others asking if the other would still love them if they were a worm. I’m shocked you didn’t catch wind of that fiasco on social media.” 

“No, I did. But like I would be a worm. It doesn’t matter,” you laugh. 

“So you’re saying you wouldn’t love me if I was a worm?”

“Calum—you would in fact be a worm. I would care that you were safe and that you felt your short lived worm life was full but you would be a worm.” 

He squeaks at your response. “So if I suddenly turned into a worm tomorrow, you’d just not care?”

“You absolutely did not include the human being of you suddenly turned into a worm. That’s a different scenario.” 

“Different, huh?”

“Calum Thomas Hood, I would love you and do what I could to turn you back into a human. But if you are saying you were a worm from the start, that is an entirely different scenario.”

Ashton’s voice floats in from the background. “Oh how the tables have turned.”

“Stay out of this, Irwin. You’ve caused enough trouble as is,” Calum retorts. “It’s important that I know if worm me is getting the same love as human me.”

“Sounds like a suddenly turned worm you would be, but if you were just a regular ol’ worm, I’d watch out,” Ashton giggles. 

The worm debate only lasts for a minute or two longer, as Calum concedes that maybe it is a slightly different scenario to suddenly be turned into a worm than it would be to be a worm since the start. In the silence after the tufts of laughter, Calum watches you snuggle in even deeper under the covers. A yawn interrupts your statement, but Calum doesn’t seem to care too much about it as he asks, “Sleepy, love?”

“A smidgen,” you answer. “But I was going to say that I’m sad to have missed the LA shows. Joy said the second show was great.”

Calum nods. “They were both great shows. I missed seeing the little finger wags in the audience,” Calum laughs, referencing the dance his mother is notorious for. 

You--in the times before realizing you were pregnant--had agreed to go to the first LA show. However, once you got word of the baby it quickly became a question of how far along you would be, how much would you be showing, and did the two of you want to address the pregnancy publicly.  Things kept pointing to you. At work, you kept to your normal attire though it was increasingly more and more clear that you were expecting. Your coworkers were a safe group of people to tell, but if you went to a show, it ran the risk of being spotted. If you got spotted, then questions about your dressing of choice would become a topic of conversation. If clothes came up, then the rumors would fly. 

You not being there was the better choice as you knew or at least feared that things weren’t certain. Though the check ups were always good, the fear never left. On top of the fear, the last thing you wanted to do was to defend not only your relationship with Calum to others, you’d have to also defend your choice to still have this baby even if others didn’t agree with the order in which you and Calum were doing things. There was no winning for losing so you stuck to avoiding the battle if at all possible. Especially given how quickly things in pregnancy could shift. The last thing you wanted was to announce the pregnancy and then lose it. An already messy ordeal would then be made into a public display. 

Even though it wasn’t a loss to have neither you or Joy go, the last thing you wanted for her was to feel chained to you. So you suggested that Joy could go to one of the shows. It might bring up questions as to why Joy was in town. But it was Joy, she was Calum’s mother and the thing more evident that Calum’s soft heart was the tenderness he had for his family. So Joy went to the show in your place and when she returned, she was all smiles the rest of the day. It made your heart soar at the sight. WEven though you’d missed out, there was still a win to come out of the change. 

Calum watches you, the way your gaze looks unfocused on the screen. “Next time,” he offers. “And our little one will be on your hip and they’ll probably be fast asleep, but it’ll be the three of us, a little family.”

“We’ll be cheering Pops on from the wings,” you offer with a smile. You yawn again with the action. “I’m fading fast, love,” you whisper. Your eyes flutter close. 

“I’ll stay on if you want until you fall asleep.”

“It’ll probably be the next five minutes,” you laugh. “Didn’t realize how tired I was until I laid down.” 

“And I’ll stay on for all five of them.”

“Again--why is this not happening to me?” Ashton calls out. “You hang up first. No, you hang up first,” he teases. 

“I know someone from work,” you call out, hoping that your voice will carry. 

Calum’s laughter rings in your ears. Behind your closed eyelids, it sounds like he’s right next to you. Like at any second now his arms will slip around your waist and he’ll press a kiss to the back of your neck. Maybe--though it’s not really a question of if but when anymore--he’ll smooth a hand over your growing belly and he’ll whisper softly to the still in womb baby. His voice sounds like it could wisp along your neck. You let the thought carry you as far it can before sleep grips you fully. 

Calum watches the steady rise and fall of the bed sheets. The phone falls just a little from the hold in your hand. You are gone--fully out to the woes of the world and he grins happy to see just how much tension leaves your face in your sleep. “Sleep well, angel,” he whispers before ending the call. 

“So, who do they know from work?” Ashton asks. 

Calum snickers. “It might be Deb or it could be Angie. Those are the two that I know from them that are more consistently recounting their dating life. Literally, I couldn’t tell you much else besides that.”

“Of course. Just my luck!” 

Tagging: @wonderlandiswhereitsatyo @busstop @icelily13 @carma-fanficaddict @one-sweet-gubler @fandomfoodiedancer @markaylafruitcup @sunflowercalum @wiiildflowerrr

[jtl-fics]

Smalls AU for this wonderful Wednesday of WIPS?

WIP Wednesday - 9/27/23 (Closed) | Smalls AU

Janie Smalls' moment of weakness. She looks at her wrists, with white lines and the still pink ones, well her most recent one. It's not the first time that she has dealt with the hand that Janie Smalls' actions had dealt her.

She did just get out of the psyche ward due to Janie's attempt to do what she had managed on complete accident. She can't help a bit of resentment and god her life is so weird now.

"Do you really think I'm going to manage it with a plastic knife?" she asks watching as Wymack struggles to cut neatly through his Lasagna with the damn thing.

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[hermesserpent-stuff]

What is beck's backstory? Like there's hints and stuff in hollow and accidental nephew

Oooohhhhh okay! I got so many ideas.

So!

Early life: raised by a single father in a small dingy apartment. He got left alone a lot, and filled silence with music and TV. His father would bring home vhs' of Broadway shows from the rental store. His neighbors would also share the vhs' they had around.

His dad brought home a lot of books and movies, picking up things from the trash and second hand stores to flood Quentin's environment with words and thoughts. His father didnt have much free time trying to keep a roof over their heads, but he always has a moment to spare for Quentin.

The old lady next door would look after him sometimes and treat him as a grandson. she taught him how to bake, stitch, and stretch. Gave him and amulet but died when he turned 11.

Mid life: in high school he spend all his free time in the theater class, working on props, getting ready for rolls and talking with the teacher. He spends time picking up odd jobs around the city and being exposed to crime. His father makes time to see his plays and always always has a few flowers. His father also makes time to help him apply to film colleges and helps him best he can as a man with a GED can.

College: second year of college Quentins father gets cancer. And Quentin finds himself burning through money. He doesn't have enough to finish his last year of college and is only hired in minor jobs on movies on professors recommendations. He drops out and starts working in crime circles to make gear to make money. His dad ends up living a few more more months than he would have, but still dies. (The dream that Quentin mentions in hollow is a dream he had based on sitting in the waiting room)

Crime life: Quentin find himself drifting. He meets tinkerer on a job and then tinkerer scoops him up. He latches on and comes to really rely on Tink. Then Chameleon comes along and takes advantage of the fact quentin is still weak and looking for emotional supports in his life

The rest is sorta more spelled out. Chameleon leaves. He becomes Mysterio. He becomes pals with Montana and then the Enforcers yadda yadda.

Hope this makes sense!! Thanks for asking

[marune2]

What if Morgan and Nacht aren’t Twins and Nacht is the little brother

In this Au is Morgan 4 jears older as Nacht let’s the shi€ gone😏

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Morgan’s prov

He can remember as Nacht whas born in night he can’t sleep the night as he see him he whas happy to Meed his baby brother he whas so cute

As Nacht whas 1 jear old

Morgan go’s whit Nacht in the Garten whit a made and played whit him

Nacht: gueaw ba ba gua gua

Morgan:how cute this is a pretty flower what you pfings Nacht

Nacht:gua „then Looks Nacht at Morgan and try to grap him whit his baby hands

Morgan: oh what you want my baby Brother?

Nacht: orgen orgen!!!

This whas a of the happiest moments four Morgan His Name whas his first wort’s

As Nacht whas 4 jears

In the forest at home

Morgan: Nacht don’t run of !

Nacht : com on Morgan you don’t ged my!!!“ then run Nacht and fall in a hole

Morgan: Nacht!!!“run to the hole and see this Nacht whas alright but he whas to small to com out of the hole

Morgan give Nacht his hand to tuck him out of the hole and say:don’t run of like this Nacht“and huck him

Nacht:pfangs Brother……

Over the jears have Morgan learned this Nacht is a cute little devil but he love him really mush Morgan tock the most care of Nacht over the jears

As Nacht whas 11

Go’s Morgan to Magic night

Nacht whas Mad at First there Morgan whas gone Morgan really hopping this Nacht finding friend‘s on day…

As Nacht whas 15

As Nacht drunk the first the time fount Morgan him drunk on the floor at home whit belachet and cut hair Morgan whas really concerned abaut him he whas to Jung to ged drunk he help’s Nacht to clean up and looks if he need a healer but he whas alright

After this have’s they a talk (mostly Morgan have Nacht a lecture how deangerus this whas)but Nacht is a Teen of curse

As Nacht found a Friend whas Morgan happy but he whas Not happy what they do all the bad stuff but at leas Nacht‘s Friend yami whas Nice he cam too in the magic night Nacht whas really mad abaut this and haven’t talk to Yami and Morgan four a Moth Morgan whas really hurt abaut this

As Nacht whas 19

This whas the worst moments from Morgan as his Baby Brother whas abaut too ged killed but he save him from this four his one live he just see his baby Brother cry and holding Him Morgan wish this won’t end like this he never wants this his Brother see him die like this

Nacht: why did you do this Morgan don’t go plz“cry

Morgan:i know this our Family do Don’t cry Baby brother I’m happy this you going to live be happy „then he close his eyses he just hear Nachts cry and scream his Name then

Nothing

((((((I make eventuell a chapter fic abaut this but Not now)))))

[tgirlhawkins]

them!!

more fashion au stuff. no i don’t know what kimimaro or ranmaru are wearing lol all my brainpower went into ameyuri’s outfit

transcription below

panel 1: At a photoshoot at the mall

K: I’m gonna go get boba i think, you wanna come or stay and wait for haku?

R: I’m going to stay here. Can you get me a macaron?

panel 2: Ameyuri, bouncing up to them: HAY!

panel 3: A: Do you guys want some kandi? I heard we got new models so my boyfriends and me made some last night.

panel 4: K: Hell yeah, show me ‘em.

A: AW YEAH!

panel 5: (Ameyuri is showing them the kandi bracelets she’s holding) A: How are you guys liking being on the magazine? Are you in school still?

R: Your hair is really cool.

A: Thank you!

K: I’m a dropout, I’ll get my GED one of these days.

R: I’m starting to be in school.

A: Nice!

panel 6: R: I like the duck one (bracelet).

A: HE HAS SELECTED THE DUCK!

panel 7: ameyuri breaks the bracelet with her teeth.

A: I’ll take a few of the beads off so it’ll fit your wrist better.

panel 8 and 9 are her trying to tie it onto Ranmaru’s wrist, looking confident at first and sweating in the second. A photographer takes pictures of a model in the background.

panel 10: A: It’s no use. I can’t feel my fingers :(

panel 11: A to K: can you help?

K: I’m sorry. I am, similarly hindered.

a small caption points to his wrist and says “he got the flower one”

panel 12: A, rushing off: that’s ok! I’ll ask Jinpachi and Kushimaru

panel 13 is kimimaro bending down to Ranmaru’s height

panel 14: K: are you alright? That was a lot

R: Yeah. I like her!

K: good. I think she likes us too. (I’m going to go get boba for real now.)

[millionsofstrangeshadows]

Interview for CollegeBound.net & Go-Girl.com  (2001)

Violinist Emilie Autumn Doing Her Part to Help & Letting Her Individuality Shine by Carole J. Brandi

Violinist Emilie Autumn knew that she would always stick with her convictions. As she steps onto the stage in a corset and combat boots, you can instantly sense she means business. But then you hear beautiful classical music! So, why the get-up? The classical world was too conservative, and the mainstream wanted to rearrange what she had to offer. She pulled out of a major record label because she refused to change. Emilie knew living life to her own "tune" would eventually strike a chord and she'd find an audience. Taking her strongest inspiration from her mom, this gal with a fiddle is proving that with determination you can have the fairy tale. Emilie began playing the violin at age 4 and it turned into a lifelong obsession. The talent was apparent and she landed many small gigs while in grade school. But her school life was not very stellar or full of kudos. She received recognition in local papers, which turned into her worst social nightmare. Her classmates were getting jealous. The kids mistook her shyness for being stuck up, and she was beat up frequently. So at the age of 10 her mother agreed to let her be home-schooled. "I ended up reading all the time and becoming as educated as my brothers and sisters who went to traditional schools," explains Emilie. Of course, she spent her free time practicing violin. Without her strong will, Emilie may not have grabbed the opportunity to get her GED and go to college at an early age. At 15, she enrolled in the College of Indiana School of Music, Bloomington, IN, because she was interested in pursuing jazz. Even though Emilie left the college after two years, she advises aspiring musicians to stay in school. "[You need to] have something to fall back on. I can definitely say it rounded out my training because it was so rigorous and demanding," Emilie admits. "I don't think anything can quite prepare you for the kind of variety of tasks you'll have to perform in real life like college."

"Non-Traditional Student" Stumbling Blocks

Still, Emilie discovered the lack of attention when you're a jazz violinist. "Not many people cared that I was a 15-year-old girl with a fiddle," Emilie recalls. Although Emilie's first love is classical music, her ideas of what ought to be done with classical music were always far from the standard format of tuxedos and concert halls. Her biggest influence being Jimi Hendrix, she began to play the electric violin. Performing in corsets and combat boots because she felt she had no sense of style won audiences but irritated the academic big-wigs. "The 'verbal beatings' I got told me the classical world would never be enough for me and that I'd always struggle with the acceptance of academic people in charge," says Emilie. By the time she was 17, she was ready to move on and forge the career she'd been crafting over the years. She began showing people the other things she'd been working on -- pop songs, Celtic fiddle playing, electronic Hendrix-inspired violin. She was instantly adopted by producers and record labels who saw her marketability.

Song for Sept. 11 Skyrockets Her Popularity

But Emilie was even more rebellious in the world of pop where money talks and people do anything to get famous. "I really wasn't that way but as soon as I saw the busy hands of record execs messing with my music, my sense of who I am, and what I look like, I wanted out of it," she recalls. Determined more now than ever, Emilie created what she hopes will become her own empire. She started her own label, Traitor Records, and a Web site. Her latest album Enchant will have some added help. Once the Web site went up, major distributors came knocking. So now Enchant will be distributed by a major record label while milie can still retain creative freedom. "I've been in these major deals before, but I didn't want an artist deal," she explains. "I wanted help to get this into the channels that reap major publicity because I really want to see what people think of my music on a wide scale."

Emilie never imagined how a catastrophic event would call her to arms and put her on the musical path she was destined to walk. She was at home in Chicago when the World Trade Center came under attack on September 11, 2001. "Someone who loved me called and said I should turn on the TV," she shares. This musically inclined gal couldn't just sit there and grieve. She asked herself what she could do. There was only so much money she could donate and she couldn't give blood. "The one thing I always turn to through any strong emotions, good or bad, is music and writing and it's just the most natural thing I can do," says Emilie. Her first instinct was a requiem but she realized people needed to be shown how to be strong. "I wanted to write something that would encourage people to believe that even in the presence of such unspeakable evil there was a brotherhood of good and just people, no matter how small." The proceeds from Emilie's single "By the Sword" will be being donated to the Red Cross. "The money I've raised off the extensive sales online and at shows has far exceeded the amount that I would have been able to give that day," Emilie proudly states. "The fact that I can keep helping people in need even now gives me a sense of satisfaction."

Emilie's Endnotes

Fave movie: Elizabeth. "I am a closet fan of Queen Elizabeth. I would pattern my life after her." Fave gig: "On my birthday, Sept. 22, I debuted the song "By the Sword." It was an all ages show largely for high school kids. There were 200-300 people there to have fun but it was really emotional. I said a few words about the song and what we're all going through. Then something just came over me and I decided I have this electric fiddle in my hands and I'm going to play the "Star Spangled Banner" first. It was close to Jimi Hendrix's guitar version and these kids completely came unglued." Fave female influence: "I adore Annie Lennox -- her voice, looks, not afraid to do anything. She can cut off her hair and age and still be gorgeous. All those things that every woman should be able to do and seem to be so hard." Biggest Pet Peeve: "Girls who completely deny their own intelligence and magnificence because they think that boys will like them more. In my opinion a guy who is not completely turned on by formidable intelligence is not worth even thinking about. Girls still have a really hard time saying 'I'm strong and I'm smart.'"