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#mlb#miraculous ladybug#miraculous#ml ladybug#ladybug#juleka couffaine#adrien agreste#nathalie sancoeur#perfume#still struggling with digital#wanted to try and color#i dont know how to shade#this was fun#there was nathaniel too but he died#send your condolences#had to fight myself to not draw luka#ended up drawing the ever so lovely jule
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Happy 4th anniversary to wasting beats of this heart of mine, my Zagreus becomes mortal AU! Another year, some more adventures undertaken.
This year, I've unearthed more concepts and half-finished paintings all the way from 2021. I've included notes under the cut about each piece, as well as more reflections.
If you told me in October 2020 that you'll write a fic over 100k words long, spanning multiple cities, with multiple POVs, I would have said, "Are you sure?". I think I never really imagined I could keep a story running, much less one that demands so much of its author. At the same time, this work has been my deepest and most fulfilling pleasure. It lives in my dreams, haunts my waking moments, and demands I regularly carve my heart out and poke through the viscera. I suppose such is the nature of art.
We've been approaching the end of Part III, and readers up-to-date know I've mentioned planning for five parts in total. Five acts, five biomes: it only feels fitting. Many things I had looked forward to (the chariot race! Kyane and Persephone! The return of Thymoetes!) have come to life on the page, but there's still so much of the yarn left to spin. I never expected needing years to complete this story, but I also feel strongly I am beholden to it now. To Zagreus, to Demeter's children, to the mortals and gods, above and below. I will continue to try my best.
Thank you to jules, val, nan, robin, and spleen for having beta'd for me during these years. This story wouldn't be what it is without you. Thank you to mag, for having crawled through the trenches of creating an enormous fanwork and countless hours of spreadsheeting, with me. To every artist that has ever drawn me anything, it is truly humbling to be able to inspire your work. To the House Party, whose friendship I am grateful for every day.
And to anyone who has ever read part of the story, left a comment, and stepped along on this journey with me, I cannot overstate how grateful I am. I remain baffled and pleasantly surprised that this world of mine can touch your heart. It's a story that I hope, when it completes, you will pick up again from time to time, and take pleasure in its telling once more.
With all my love,
Arget
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Notes about each image:
Thanatos and Zagreus by the sacred olive trees of Athena. This painting was based on a photo I took in Athens. The quality of the sunlight astounded me and, in turn, made me think about life and death.
Thanatos anointing the body of the god Zagreus with nectar. This is related to the scene in Chapter 23, when he and Nyx converse by Zagreus' bedside.
Eleusis concepts. For such a powerhouse of a cult, Eleusis itself has a provincial feeling to it. I was captivated by the idea of the sea, and the fact that Zagreus had never spent any time on the coast. This would have been his first experience with it.
Athens. What can I say about Athens that hasn't been said? The trip I took late 2022 provided a lot of the inspiration for the citadel aspect of the acropolis. This is not the Athens of Classical Greece, the polis of democracy, but a fictionalized city-kingdom, under the rule of its royal family. The idea that Callisto had a student living in Athens was both a nod to the extensive trade happening during the Bronze Age and a deconstruction of the Amazon myth that the Greeks told themselves.
Clymene, the Oracle of Delphi. This was originally meant to be a Hades game-like portrait, but I scrapped the idea. She is dressed in the fashion closer to the Minoans, to give her a more Bronze Age feeling. As the head priestess, I wanted to show her age.
Apheidas and Thymoetes sketches. The two brothers are supposed to look night and day from each other. I tried to give Apheidas a pleasant sort of face, in comparison to Thymoetes' haughtiness.
The tapestry sketch. This was one of the first drawings I ever made about wasting beats, in an attempt to understand the type of story I was about to write. Key elements had already been decided, such as the chariot race and the way Demeter and Hades would play the role of the absent gods, for above as well as below. I had not written Apollo at this time, so you see him here with short hair.
Zagreus, reaching for a bloodstone. The chlamys, a gift from his foster-father's wife, has been the simple denotation of mortal Zagreus. Something bright and red, simple for it was woven by a farmer's wife, and barely able to protect his weaker mortal body.
Megaera, hurt and angry, and Than, stricken and alarmed, amidst a storm of paper. This is a scene from Chapter 18, Primordial Winter, that I had always wanted to illustrate.
#hades game#zagreus#thanatos#thanzag#zagthan#wasting beats of this heart of mine#my fic#my art#callisto#megaera#zagreus becomes mortal au#happy anniversary my beloved fic
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(a headcanon that may one day windle its way to be a fanfic....)
In the wake of some mission that really shook Julian up - or maybe after the DBIP reveal - one day, he heads to Miles' on autopilot when he's done in the infirmary, forgetting Miles has a late shift. But Keiko welcomes him in anyway and invites him to do colouring with her and Molly. They have a really nice time together, talking and doodling even after Keiko puts Molly to bed. They don't have a great deal in common, per se, beyond a love for biological science, but both of them are surprised by how easy it is to talk with the other regardless, and wonder why they'd never hung out before.
It becomes a Thing, Julian coming over to draw with Molly and Kieko. He's not that great at drawing (it's not a skill he ever practiced; post-enhancements his parents dismissed it as a waste of his time), but he finds he enjoys the simplicity of it - and not being naturally gifted for once. (And, if he's honest, it kind of makes him feel a little bit closer with his younger self: Jules had lived to draw.) Keiko also draws for fun rather than because she's particularly skilled (apart from plants: she very much can do plants), and the lack of pressure to be "good" is veyr cathartic. Plus, Molly adores 'teaching' him, and he is more than willing to humour her, and Keiko sometimes hangs his drawing on the replicator as a joke, which never fails to make him feel all warm inside.
(The first time she did Miles paid loads of compliments over it to Molly, which amused both Keiko and Julian to no end. Eventually Miles caught sight of their identical grins to ask them what was so funny, and Keiko took great pleasure in telling him he'd got the wrong artist, knowing how much her husband would stammer and try to backtrack everything he'd just said!)
(Now it's happened several times, Miles always squints suspiciously at the drawing to figure out whose it is first.)
#Lets invite Ziyal along too actually#that would be nice#julian bashir#keiko o'brien#julian & keiko#my trek musings#fic ideas#wsb
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2024 Fic Writer End of Year Roundup
Answer and then tag three or more creators to keep the game going!
(If you're in my answers consider yourself tagged if you'd like to play!)
1. How many words did you publish on AO3 in 2024?
51,695! About 30k of it is from Clerical Errors in Love
2. How many fics did you complete this year?
Four! One multi-chap and 3 oneshots!! I did them relatively close together as well since i only started publishing my works Oct-Nov?
3. How many in progress or ongoing fics did you start this year?
I dont think i have any ongoing fics rah
4. What was your favorite thing you wrote?
Oh god where do I start!! Am i allowed to say nearly every chapter of Clerical Errors? I think chapter 6 had to an all time fav wink wink
However I think my pride and joy was my trans masc Azriel fic Take my heart pull it apart It’s actually very dear to me despite being pretty short.
5. What piece was your most experimental or different from your usual style?
I’m having major imposter syndrome honestly, I’m not even sure what my style is I’m still very new to all of this haha
6. Did any fics surprise you - either while writing or their reception?
Uh YEAH!? The amount of comments I got on Clerical Errors was genuinely mind blowing to me, especially considering that was my very first piece of work I had ever published aajkajaka
7. Do you have a fic you wrote and loved that went under the radar? (This is your sign to reblog/repost it!)
Ugh absolutely I love Take my heart, pull it apart and This World Was Never Made For Me soooo much. I suspect they’re less popular bcs they’re not ship fanfic but ah i love writing angst!!!
8. Who is an artist that inspired you?
@lucychanart @palomita-de-la-sangre both have insane artwork
9. Who is an author that inspired you?
SO MANY AHH
@greenvelvetcouture @g00seg1rl @chunkypossum @ tessabeth @the-darkestminds @jules-writes-stories @neciebee @fourteentrout
10. Who is a new author you discovered?
@g00seg1rl Oml bro writes the most DELISH smut i have ever encountered. As in full body blush type shi AHAKNSQOMA
11. Did you do any collaborations? How did it start?
Nope! I just fucking got here bro
12. What accomplishments are you proudest of?
Honestly just opening Google docs and writing something actually worth reading. I’ve never really been good at creative writing to be honest but lately I am kinda proud of myself for writing that much!
13. What did you learn about writing or creating this year?
You will have a million ideas but unfortunately your brain takes a stupid long time to put that all into coherent writing/art 💔😭😭
14. What are your creative goals for 2025?
I definitely want to draw more, I have animatics planned and want to take a shot at full animation!
I’ve also got quite a few fics lined up which I am SUPER excited for!!! The titles being
-Crawling back to you
-Tongue tied
-Lonely is the muse
-Addicted to you
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The Ending of Darkness
Mithras x Sylvan
This little drabble is brought to you courtesy of the lovely @jules-writes-stories and her wonderful OCs from Just Enough Light to Cast Shadows that I have simply fallen in love with.
Read here on ao3 or below the cut
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The plink, plink, plink, of water on stone rang loudly through the dark cavern. Stale air heavy with the stench of rot and fear coated the very walls. The smallest twinkle of jade peered from the shadows, the only spot of brightness in the small space.
Ragged breath passed through pale pink lips, the sound of hurt, loneliness, and desperation, a whisper in a windless world.
Memories danced between the spaces of nothing and darkness in the depths of the mountain.
Flashes of Auburn hair wrapped around long pale fingers. The faint scent of wood smoke, cinnamon, and pears tickled his nose. Warm arms wrapped tightly against his chest, drawing him closer to the peaceful sleeping fae beside him. Russet eyes swimming in so much love and affection he could have drowned in it.
The taste of salt on a tongue darting out to wet parched lips. A grime-covered hand swept away another tear before it joined the first, pressing against those jade eyes until stars danced behind closed lids.
The only feeling beyond his own skin was the stones of the floor below. No longer did a smile radiating joy and love warm the depths of his soul, instead the cold stones leached away any warmth and stole it away to places unknown till he was nothing more than a shivering mass of limbs.
A soft smile curving those perfect pink lips. Strong hands grasped in his own, guiding him through the Autumn woods. Gentle fingers against his jaw pushing their kiss deeper. A gentle melody floated on the winds as the prince hummed an ancient lullaby against his pointed ear long after he thought the darkling was sleeping.
Lithe fingers tangled in pale blonde hair, tearing from the root as though he could rip the memories away with his bare hands.
There was no returning from what he had done. No apology he could utter. No depth to which he could grovel would be a sufficient covering for his sins.
Should he ever be blessed by the presence of those beloved russet eyes they would hold nothing but hatred and sadness for what he had broken.
For he had broken a precious thing. A sacred thing. The only good thing that had ever happened to him in the entirety of his long life and he had broken it.
He did as he had always done. He lied.
“I do not love you. I could never love you.”
He had broken the only pure and lovely thing that willing wandered into his darkness and accepted him for what it was. Something he was undeserving and unworthy of in every way and yet he had been given it all and more only to turn and run away from the only one who had ever truly loved him.
So there he sat, alone, in the dark, broken for centuries untold. Until his body became one with the mountain once more and his soul was swept away beyond the edges of the world.
There was no moment of silence or great pause, life kept on, unchanging, as the soul raced the stars across the night sky.
But somewhere, deep in the forest of Autumn, a gentle voice filled with pain, sadness, and longing sang a lullaby long forgotten.
The winds of the world swept up the quiet song, flying alongside the soul between the stars as the rays of the sun made their way into the sky. And at last, Mithras could rest.
Characters by @jules-writes-stories
Drabble, moodboard, and all quotes within moodboard are from yours truly
#Jules writes magical characters#Mithras x Sylvan#someone sing Mithras a lullaby please#azris#azris supremacy#stars writes for friends
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You Can't Crawl (Let Yourself Stop Trying)
(Major character death, undead, body horror, zombie-esque, tragedy, sad ending.)
Shawn got a call from Jack a week ago. Gus said not to go. Shawn was still mad about Bouchard's treasure, anyway. And Shawn agreed it was probably a bad idea, but... that's his Uncle. He had to go make sure the guy didn't get killed.
When he leaves he doesn't really let anyone know when he'll be back, just because it slips his mind. He remembered to tell them he's leaving, though, so that's Something. More than Henry got in 1995
And then, one week after Shawn’s leaving.. someone breaks into Henry's house. He wakes up to a masked figure about to kill him, and a stench in the air. They bolt when they see Henry is awake.
The next night, someone breaks into Gus's house.
Then Jules.
Then Lassie. Someone is targeting them.
Everyone goes nuts because, well, the last time this happened it was Yin
But there's no leads. No demands. Nothing. Just a masked figure who... reeks. It's the reason they all woke up.
A decaying, rotting stench.
Of course they reached out to Shawn as soon as it became clear there was a pattern- which is to say, after Gus.
The phone went to voicemail. They got a text, though. To Gus's phone. All it said was "It'll be fine buddy."
Weird, and uncharacteristic. They called the police department where he was headed to see if anything had been reported matching the break-ins, or anything happened to Shawn that the local police had to get involved in. Negative on both.
Maybe he's just busy?
But too busy... for Gus?
It doesn't seem possible.
And then Jules. "It'll be fine." Lassie. "It'll be fine."
Someone has Shawn's phone. They have no doubts.
Someone might have Shawn.
That figure is following them. Only at night. Jules notices it first. In the distance. Very Micheal Meyers-esque.
One day Jules gets a call. Middle of the day, in the busy precinct. She answers.
"I'm not alone, right?"
Jules drops her pen. "Shawn?"
His voice is ragged, rough, cracking. His breathing haggard, like each breath has to be dragged in and forced out just to make the words come out of his mouth. "You guys are here for me? Right? I'm not alone?"
"N-no, Shawn, you- oh my god, Shawn, where are you?!"
"You'll come with me?"
"Yes, yes anywhere, anywhere ever just- just tell me where, Shawn!"
Lassie is there, waving McNab over, The Chief is rushing over, they're trying to trace the call. Shawn lets out a wheezed laugh that turns into a racking, wet cough. "Promise?"
"Shawn-"
"Love you."
The call ends. The figure is in Jules's house again that night. She expected as much. Why else would Shawn be given the phone? Whoever is doing this has him drugged, hurt, delirious. This was a power move, but they're not stupid. Lassie hiding in the closet with his gun. Gus wormed his way into this, because when they find out where Shawn is Gus has to be the one to make sure Shawn is okay, ASAP.
Jules gets ready for bed and lays down.
The figure is so... quiet, as it comes into the bedroom. Quiet, and careful... but so, so rancid. Gus, hiding in the bathroom, has to swallow his vomit. Lassie himself can barely stand it.
The figure, as quiet as it is, doesn't move well. It's... slow. It's steps are careful, precise, experienced in this kind of thing, but heavy.
It draws a rattling, wet breath. There's a... flapping, sound. Like wet meat. Like... like the breath is disturbing something that shouldn't be disturbed.
It crouches down by her bedside. Reaches for her hair...
Lassie bursts out of the closet. "FREEZE!"
Jules sits up, her own gun in her hand, hidden under the sheets before!
Gus peeks out of the bathroom.
The figure barely reacts. It looks at Jules. It's eyes are-
She almost drops the gun.
Milky white. It’s eyeballs are milky white. The skin visible through the mask eye holes is mottled, discolored. There's strands of greasy and blood-clumped brown hair poking the eyeballs. The figure doesn't even blink. But worse… "STEP AWAY FROM HER!" Lassie puts his finger on the trigger.
"Carlton, wait-!" The figure puts a hand on Jules's face and the glove is wet and sticky and smells like death- Lassie shoots.
The bullet rips through the figure's shoulder.
It.
Doesn't.
React. It's not fresh blood that splatters across Jules's bed. It still has it's hand on Jules's face. She swallows, both to steel her nerves and to fight the rising vomit from the awful, awful stench and idea taking hold.
She gently lifts the mask off. Pieces of skin lift away with the fabric.
But not enough to obscure who it is.
He has blood around his mouth. Dried, and wet. Thick brown-black sludge that was also once blood dribbles out from his slackly-parted lips. With the bits of skin also come hair, clumps of it stuck to the inside of the overhead mask by more than just blood.
Gus collapses over by the bathroom. Just... down. Not unconscious, but oh, how he wishes he was.
Lassie throws up.
Jules reaches closer.
And cups Shawn's face despite the feeling of sticky decaying skin clinging to her fingers.
"You won't leave me alone," he gurgles out. "You promised."
"Shawn..." Her voice breaks. His hand, rotting inside it's glove, moves to wipe tears off her cheek. "We can't follow you here," she whispers. Shawn's eyes meet hers. "I need you guys." Each breath is forced, and this close Jules sees a strange movement in his chest- like it's hollow around his ribs.
The flapping sound.
Whatever skin is left in his torso being sucked in and out of a chest cavity that shouldn't be drawing breath anymore.
Jules nods, pressing her lips together to try and stop the sobs that want to overtake her. "I know." It comes out a gasp. "But you don't want to kill us."
His vacant, whited-out eyes leave hers for a second. Fix somewhere over her shoulder. "I... don't."
"We can find who did this," she says, each word broken by a sob.
Shawn blinks. Tries to. Parts of his eyelids are missing.
"Jack... got caught. Tried to get us both out of it, and... they didn't... bite."
He gurgles out a laugh. "I did. ... After."
Lassie is sitting against the back of Jules's closet, shellshocked. Gus is still on the floor in her bathroom. Shawn is still kneeling by her bedside. She tries to rub his cheek, comfort him, but the skin slides around loosely under her touch. "So they're gone?"
He nods. Slowly. She can hears pops and cracks as he does. He's stiffer than he was moments ago.
"Shawn." She sucks in a breath despite the tang to the air from Shawn's cor- Shawn. "We love you. And... and we'll see you again. Okay? We'll all bother some new psychic together."
Shawn's mouth... moves a little. Almost a smile. Not quite, but... close enough. "Love you." He has to strain to get the words out. "All... of you."
"... We know. We love you too." He pulls his hand away from her face. It leaves behind things she'd rather not think about, the consequences of decay.
And he lays down.
And rigor mortis sets in. Later, when Shawn's body is collected, a story is spun that's more believable, and they've all gotten together and just... sobbed,... They do investigate. They find Jack. He's wasted out of his mind, wearing bloodstained clothes, sitting outside a shelter in the same city Shawn went to meet him in.
They get a story out of him.
He made too many of the wrong people partners again. Went after something old, and very storied- he won't say what. But there was a fight over it. Shawn tried to handle the situation.
Shawn got killed, with whatever they'd been looking for.
Shawn got buried.
Shawn got back up.
He won't say what happened after that. Just that he ran as soon as he could make his body move again.
They never find whatever was used to kill Shawn, or where it had happened. Shawn gets cremated, not buried.
They give Henry most of the ashes, keep a vial each. They told Henry the fake story. He wouldn't believe the real one.
They're never sure, though, if the figure they see standing in corners or across the street is a good sign or not.
Shawn could be watching over them. Just waiting.
... They hope, he's just waiting.
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introducing maleah
Maleah Elise Barzal was born July 31, 1999, the second born of her parents Mike and Nadia. She has an older brother Matthew and a younger sister Liana.
Maleah has always been extremely smart from a young age and she seemed to just pick up knowledge easily, she got accepted into Harvard University at the age of 15.
She joined her first year of college in 2016 where she met her absolute best friend in the whole world, John Marino. He was a few years older than her but they hit it off completely.
Maleah has loves anything to do with fashion, since she could hold up a crayon she was drawing out outfit ideas, she got a sewing machine at a young age and would always make her own clothes.
She started her own fashion business and it blew up right away, she had hundreds of modeling agency’s wanting her to be their designer and many fashion companies reaching out wanting her on their design teams, but she denied all of them and continued to have her business grow.
Her business grew extremely large and became one of the biggest companies in the world within just a few years.
She started her own modeling agency connected to her fashion business and many models left their old agency’s to join Maleah’s. After she got her degree from Harvard she decided it was time to invest in large building for her business, she had many smaller shops across the county but she chose New York and bought a skyline building and that is the city she moved to after College with her son.
Maleah growing up had always played hockey and she loved playing and she was an insanely good hockey player but during the end of high school her business started to get bigger and she didn’t have time to keep playing hockey so she stopped playing but will still get on the ice to play with family.
Maleah had met John in 2016 and Mat had met Anthony in 2015, Maleah and Mat had both met their best friends and of course they introduced them to each other, and then most vacations or summer plans the four of them spent together.
Maleah feels like she has three brothers not just one. Anthony quickly adored Maleah and told everyone he adopted her as his little sister and Maleah didn’t have anyone she wanted to be the godmother of her son besides her sister so Anthony was her son’s other godfather.
She had been in a relationship for a few months in 2018 before she found out she was pregnant and her ex immediately signed off all of his parental rights and was never on her son’s birth certificate.
Malakai Jules Barzal was born July 13, 2019 to his mother Maleah Barzal, He joined her for her last year in College before they moved and lived permanently in a penthouse in New York.
John was the one who was by her side for the whole birth and took care of her throughout the pregnancy and let her almost break his hand while she was giving birth, he was without a doubt the one she named her sons godfather.
Malakai looks exactly like his mother and their is nothing about him that looks like Maleah’s Ex, Maleah loves her sons blonde curls as it reminds her of her own.
Malakai has always been on the shyer side and doesn’t like being around a lot of people unless it’s to play hockey, he seems to picked up his hockey and art skills from his mother.
Malakai really likes to cook in the kitchen with his mom, which helps her out a lot because she hates cooking but cooking with her son makes it enjoyable.
Nico saw Malakai for the first time in 2017 when the Devils were playing at the Islanders and he thought he just saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, when he went to try and find her she had disappeared from where he saw. From them he always looked extra in the crowd when playing the Islanders hoping to see her again.
#maleahbarzalau#nhl x reader#jack hughes#luke hughes#quinn hughes#jh86#nico hischier#nico hischier x oc#jack hughes x oc#quinn hughes x oc#luke hughes x oc#john marino#john marino x oc#jm6#lh43#qh43#mat barzal#new york islanders#nj devils
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Benefits of Car Troubles (Part 6)
Summary: Matt finds out about Leigh's pregnancy and confronts her about the baby.
A/N: Finally!! The end of this story! This will be the last chapter. Enjoy!
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A knock on the front door startles Leigh. She doesn’t know why. She was home alone and Jules is known for forgetting her keys often. But something about the shift in energy in the house made her heart speed up. She takes a breath to calm down before she opens the door and gets the answer to her mental questions. “Matt, Danny, what are you doing here?”
“Is it true?” Matt asks as he steps forward.
“I-I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she straightens her posture and hopes her baby bump isn’t noticeable.
“Come on man. I told you to just drop it. You're better off this way.” Danny tries to pull his brother back but he shakes him off.
“No, I need to hear it,” Matt demands. “Leigh, are you pregnant?”
Leigh’s heart drops at the question. She had been so careful. She only told her family and you. How could Matt have found out? Not sure how to handle the situation properly she sticks with what she knows best. She continues her charade. She begins to laugh, “Where did you hear something like that?”
“Stop it, Estelle already told me everything. The real reason why you left me in the middle of night.” At Matt's words, Leigh clenches her jaw as she thinks back to the day she left him. She told everyone that he ended it because that just seemed easier. That they were both the cause of their marriage ending. But that wasn't exactly the case. She confronted him about his affair and he immediately started asking for forgiveness. He told her that it had been over for a few weeks by then and that he realized just how much he loved Leigh and that he never wanted to lose her.
Matt suggested couples therapy or anything to help them work through their issues and save their marriage. Leigh almost gave in to him, well, she did. She told him that they could fix their problems. That she loved him. But once he went to bed she realized that she hated the thought of letting you go more than she did ending her marriage. So she wrote a short letter about how she wasn't sure that she could ever trust Matt again and that there was no relationship without that trust. She packed a bag and she got in her car and she left. She wasn't quite sure how to tell everyone. She didn't want to look like the villain in this story. So, she made up a different one.
“Matt, let me start by saying—”
“Leigh, I know I said that I didn't want kids but… would you really keep my own child from me?” He cuts her off.
Her eyebrows draw together. “I guess Estelle didn't tell you the real reason.”
“What do you mean?”
Leigh bites her lip as she rubs her knuckles with her fingers and considers her words to ease him in. “Matt, you weren’t the only one unfaithful in our marriage. This baby, she isn’t yours.”
“What?” he breathes out as betrayal fills his body. Matt steps back and Danny pulls him away.
“I always knew you were a bitch,” Danny says over his shoulder as he leads his brother away. Leigh shuts the door feeling embarrassed. She couldn't believe that Estelle would make her do that. She takes a breath to remind herself that she is done with that woman. Never again does she have to be polite to her.
Still upset, Leigh picks up the phone and calls you. Unable to hear your phone as you work under a car, you don't answer. So she tries you again. Same result. Starting to worry she looks up the office number and calls the shop. Teddy is the one to answer with the company's greeting.
“This is Teddy, how may I be of service?”
Leigh suddenly feels nervous, she only knows stories about Teddy, she has yet to formally meet the woman. “I-” Leigh isn't sure what she would tell the girl a good reason for disrupting your day would be without giving away too much information. “Dinner,” she finds herself saying.
“Excuse me? Who is this?” Teddy asks, growing annoyed as she starts to believe it's the prank calling kids.
“It’s Leigh, I'm sorry. I uh I was trying to reach Y/n to uh set up a dinner for the three of us. Because you're important to Y/n and I haven't gotten to meet you yet. I feel kind of bad since they've been forced to sit through so many dinners with my family. And I haven't made the effort to get to know theirs.”
“Oh, that's okay. Y/n doesn't really introduce me to they're partners unless they want them gone. Either I'll take them from Y/n, which is how I met my current girlfriend, or they'll be so threatened by our friendship Y/n will be single again in a week,” Teddy explains.
“Oh, well, what happens if the girlfriend is the one arranging the meeting?” Leigh challenges.
“I, huh, that's never happened before. You know what, I say we find out. When is this impromptu dinner?”
“Tonight of course! That won't be a problem, will it?”
“I don't believe so, I will see you at six thirty. I'll bring dessert,” Teddy confirms.
“Fantastic, I think we'll get along great!” Leigh boasts. Teddy agrees with an awkward laugh as she hangs up. Now she really needs to get a hold of you but first, she has to go shopping for ingredients for dinner. She goes to the grocery store and continues to try and get a hold of you. It’s not until she is putting the grocery bags away in the trunk of her car that you finally call her back in a panic.
“What’s the matter? Are you okay? Is it the baby?” You rush out as soon as she answers.
“Woah, woah, calm down, Y/n. Everything is okay,” Leigh says as she tosses another bag in with one hand.
“Calm down? Leigh, you called me fifty times!”
“Okay, I can see why you’re panicking. But really, everything is fine. I was just contacting you to inform you that Teddy is joining us for dinner tonight. I’m heading over now to cook something special for everyone.” Leigh gets into her car and starts the engine.
“Oh,” you say, confused. “When did this happen?”
“Well, I was calling earlier to talk to you about something but it’s not important anymore. Teddy picked up the store phone and we got to talking and the idea just came to me. You’ve been so good about coming into my life, it’s time I put effort into joining yours.” Leigh pulls out of the parking lot.
“Sweetheart, you’re so thoughtful. Okay, I’ll head upstairs now to go clean the place up.” You say as you send your last worker home. “I love you. I’ll see you soon,” you grin.
“I love you too,” Leigh’s heart swells in her chest. It felt good to be able to be free, happy, and in love.
At a bar near your auto shop, Matt and Danny are being kicked out of a bar after they went well over their limit and the bartender cut them off. The brothers make their way to a convenience store and they purchase a case of beer, a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter. They stumble around until they spot your shop. Matt remembered seeing a short story written on a piece of paper with the logo. He blinks a few times as he realizes it wasn’t a short story that someone wanted Leigh to review. It was a love letter.
“Danny,” Matt nudges his brother for his attention. “Danny,” he calls again.
“Yeah? What?” He slurs and staggers to a stop.
“There,” he points to the shop. His brother struggles to read the sign and has no clue why Matt was pointing it out. “That’s who knocked up my wife!” Matt says with frustration.
Danny starts laughing, “Bro, that’s a building! It would have crushed her!”
“No, no, they work there,” Matt explains.
“Oooh,” Danny connects the dots and gets as upset as his brother. “Let’s go teach this fucker a lesson.” He marches across the empty street, carrying the case of beer. Matt follows and they bang on the closed garage doors. “Open up you son of a bitch!” Danny shouts as he bangs harder.
You are confused by the loud noise and open your window to see what’s going on. You roll your eyes as you see the drunk homeless men knocking on the garage gates. You shut the window with a sigh and grab your baseball bat. You walk downstairs and sneak up on the two from the side door. “Come on guys, you have to go. We’re closed.” One that was holding an open case of beer, drops it and takes a swing at you. Luckily, you dodge the hit. “Hey! Woah! There’s no need to get violent. Okay? Just leave or I’ll be forced to call the cops.” Then you see him. The man from Leigh’s photos. You gulp. “Hey, Matt, look. I never intended for things to go this way. She said you guys were getting a divorce.”
“Oh is that so?” Matt shoves you and you let him. He’s earned a shove. “Where is she right now? She in there? Were you fucking her just now?” He asks angrily as he goes in for another shove.
“No! No!” You shout as you shake your head. It was clear that he was wasted out of his mind. “She isn’t here. She’s at home. Look, we don’t have to get into anything here. Okay? Just walk away.”
Matt laughs manically, “Funny that you’re telling me to walk away! When that’s what you should have done! We were happy! Until you came and ruined everything!!” Matt charges at you and you side step him. Letting him run full speed into the metal gate. This agitates Danny and he comes at you again. You run into the building and lock the door behind you. They bang on the door as they scream vicious words at you.
“Hello nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?” The woman says.
“My girlfriend’s ex and his brother attacked me at my place of business and refused to leave,” you explain to the operator. You give her the address and she says that someone should arrive shortly. You thank her and as the call ends, a rock is thrown through the garage windows. “Shit,” you curse under your breath and head to your office to retrieve a gift from your father. You never wanted to have to use it, but if it scared them away, and kept them from trying anything with Leigh and your family in the future, then so be it. You struggle to get the combination right as more things are thrown into the shop. Fearing for your life, you pray over and over that Leigh doesn’t get here while they’re here. That the cops get here in time. That you get to be there for your friends and family. Not certain of your future, you text Leigh that you love her.
Leigh is dancing and singing along to her playlist. “I’m so in love that I might stop breathing. Drew a map on your bedroom ceiling. No, I didn��t see the news.” She pulls over to the side when she hears sirens going off. The vehicles are racing down the road and she is curious about what could be happening. When the last one passes her, she resumes her drive as usual and only lowers the car volume when she sees the big cloud of smoke coming from the direction of your business. She drops her foot on the gas, trying to get there fast enough to find out if you’re okay.
When she arrives, the place is in flames. The windows in your apartment explode from the heat and pressure. “No!” she screams out. Teddy is the one to catch her before she can run into the burning building to attempt to save you.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Teddy tries to console the pregnant woman in her arms but she is hysterical.
“What happened?” Leigh cries out. “I was just on the phone with them!”
“I know sweetie, I know,” Teddy was trying so hard to keep it together. You were her best friend. You meant the world to her. She knows you would have wanted her to take care of the love of your life when you couldn’t. “I don’t know what happened. I came back here because I forgot my keys and it was already like this. I saw two guys trying to run away but the firefighters caught them before they could get away.
“Why would someone do this?” Leigh feels lost. There was no reason for this to happen. You were a good person. You didn’t deserve this. “Why did this happen?” She cries into your best friend's shoulder. The cops are walking past them, escorting the two men they arrested and Leigh recognizes them immediately. She stops crying in the same second. “Oh no,” she whispers.
“What? Do you know them,” Teddy inquires.
Leigh covers her mouth in shock, “This is all my fault.”
“What are you talking about? Who are those guys?” Teddy presses.
“My ex-husband and his brother,” Leigh lets out in a whisper as she begins to feel faint. How could everything go so wrong, so fast?
The building collapses in on itself as firefighters run out of the building without you and the women know there is no hope in finding you alive. Leigh faints and Teddy catches her as she screams out for help.
“Leigh,” she hears your soft voice call out softly. “Leigh,” she hears it again and she forces her eyes to open. You are standing in front of her with a teary smile and rocking a bundle of blankets in your arms. “Hi, love,” you greet softly.
Leigh tries to run up to you to hug, but you shake your head as she is blocked by an invisible wall. She hits the wall with her hands, “No!” She cries. “No! This can’t be the end!”
“It’s not,” you say in a sweet voice as you step a little closer to her with the baby in your arms. “You’ll have him,” you hand her the baby and he passes through the wall. The incident put Leigh’s pregnancy at risk. You wouldn’t let her lose everything in one fell swoop. Especially not to the man she left. “I’ll watch over you two, always.” You promise as more tears roll down your eyes.
Leigh holds the baby in her arms and lets out a sob as she stares at his beautiful, soft, sleeping features. “Please cross over,” Leigh begs as she looks up at you. “Please, I can’t do this without you,” she continues, she hopes that when she wakes up you’ll be there. In a hospital bed, but alive.
You lift your lips up in a short smile as you shake your head, “I can’t.” You press the palms of your hands against the wall and they don’t pass through like the baby did. “You are stronger than you know. It will be okay. You have to go back now,” you say as a door opens behind Leigh. “I love you,” you say one last time.
“I can stay,” Leigh tries again.
You shake your head, “You can’t. It’s not your time yet.”
The energy from the door begins to pull her closer and you blow her a kiss as you wave her goodbye.
Leigh wakes up and finds her mom, sister, and Teddy asleep around the room. She wakes them up with her tears. The group of women had decided not to tell her about your passing until she was stable enough but it seems she already knows. They hold her as she cries.
A few months later, Leigh is welcoming your son into the world. Danny and Matt are being found guilty under first degree murder and are given two life sentences. As Leigh raises your son on her own she teaches him all about you with the help of Teddy. They make you out to be a hero because your memory deserves better than two drunk idiots. Leigh doesn’t marry again. She tries to date but after losing a future with you, she didn’t have it in her to look for another in anyone else.
Leigh keeps in contact with Teddy and your father so they can be part of your son’s life. She hated the circumstances in which she met the man. She had envisioned a nice dinner where they talked about him becoming a grandfather and possibly gaining a daughter-in-law. She knew you were going to pop the question at some point and she was preparing herself to say yes.
As the years go by, it gets easier to be without you. Except when your son has big moments. She knows that you’re there in spirit. But she would rather you be right there next to her in life. When he wins basketball games. When he introduces his significant others. Some are boys and some are girls. When he gets into college. When he graduates. The time he comes home to announce his engagement. The wedding. The birth of his first child. She hated that all of these moments were stolen from you. From her. From him. But as she joins you in the after life, you confirm that you were always there and it brings her peace.
The end.
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intro :)
i realized i never made an intro post so here it is lmao-
hi tumblr, my name is dary! i go by she/her pronouns, but feel free to use they/them as well, i don't mind :D
i'm 18 years old and from europe (my timezone is gmt +1)
as you can see from my blog, my main interest is the back to the future franchise :] i do things for the fandom like writing and drawing; you can find me on ao3 under the same username (daryfromthefuture) and on instagram under @/rynaaa_a.
talk to me about bttf in general but specifically (bold = main fixation):
⭐1940s doc/manhattan project lore
⭐1950s doc
⭐bttf the musical
⭐bttf the game
⭐doc and marty's friendship (!!!)
some fun facts about me:
i learned to skateboard because of marty mcfly and my favorite drink is pepsi (WITH sugar)
i speak english, german, russian and like basic french (english being my third language learned out of these)
my favorite subject is history and 20th century history is another big interest of mine
writing is my favorite thing to do ever and i want to write movies someday
my favorite bands are huey lewis and the news & queen
i'm taller than mjf by three inches
i ran out of fun facts, may add later LOL
thank you for checking out my blog! i'm always open to making new acquaintaces, so feel free to message me :D
fanfic directory under the cut!
FANFIC DIRECTORY (status: September 22, 2024)
MULTI-CHAPTER:
Until I Get Home: Stuck in 1885 AU fic, focusing on Marty and Doc's relationship and how it evolves when exposed to various different circumstances during their time in the 19th century. Words: 100,100, 30 chapters. Status: Complete
Fourteen scraps of paper: Fic focusing on filling out the 30 years between 1955 and 1985 in the Lone Pine timeline. Words: 11,243, 5/18 chapters. Status: On hiatus (dunno whether I will pick it up again tbh...)
November: Smaller, slice of life fic set post-trilogy. Marty gets sick and Doc takes care of him. Words: 4,636, 3 chapters. Status: Complete
We Do Need Roads: Road Trip fic also set post-trilogy. Doc takes Marty on a road trip across the country after the latter graduates, which gives them a great oppurtunity to catch up. Words: 19,016 (estimated to be around 80K), chapters 5/20. Status: Work in progess
The Perils And The Promise: A rewrite of Jules Verne's "Around The World In 80 Days" with the BTTF characters in the main roles (man I love ridiculous AUs). Words: 57,111 37/37 chapters. Status: Complete
TRINITY TRILOGY
Three stories set in a universe in which Marty accidentally ended up trapped in the 1940s and follows Doc as he goes through the Manhattan Project and the years after. Together, the stories will take up around 135,000 words and 60 chapters. Hyperfixation has quite the power guys lmao
Most People Were Silent (45,352 words; complete)
A Few People Cried (45,024 words; complete)
A Few People Laughed (17,868 words; WIP!!)
ONESHOTS
Time Waits For No One: AU of BTTF 3 in which Marty comes down with pneumonia during the week in 1885. Words: 10,054
Flight Of Fancy: A character stufy of Doc, focusing on his relationship with science and the development of the flux capacitor. Words: 6,022
The Weight Of Us: A small "crossover" (is it really a crossover if it could be canon) with Oppenheimer (2023) in which 1940s Doc and Robert talk in August 1945. Words: 1,129
He Didn't Start The Fire: Prequel oneshot about Marty and Doc's early friendship days and how the teen reacts upon finding out that Doc worked on the Manhattan Project. Words: 5,459
Double Visions: Doc and Marty have a heart-to-heart after the events of BTTF: The Game. Words: 2,028
A Day At The I.F.T.: In a universe in which BTTF: The Ride is canon, Marty visits the institute of future technology. Words: 1,764
Time Heals All Wounds: Oneshot set in 1931. Young Emmett and Marty shenanigans. Words: 1,031
Nighttime Inn: Miitopia AU oneshot in which our hero Marty talkes to Great Sage Doc post-final battle. (have I meantioned I love ridiculous AUs)
Meet The Family: post-trilogy oneshot focusing on Marty's inner conflict about the whole Doc and Clara thing
#back to the future#bttf#intro#intro post#i am super late i KNOW#also if u have any question about me or anything bttf related throw them into my inbox#i will happily reply!#introduction#introductory post
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These beans!!! :DDD
I have no name for there universe/project so I generally just call em all the cast for DS+ (.....excluding the player.....and lil Juju has more expansion later on and another player chara then.....)
From top left to bottom right we haveeeee
Myth! Familiar of Fable (Agender and Aroace, it/its.) It's a lil crow familiar and the embodiment of Fable's magic! It is very happy and often dances and pesters others for attention and to cheer them up! (And has a rampant obsession with blueberries............no blueberries are safe from the sad eyes)
Fable (Alatar) Fae! (Undecided if she's agender or a demigirl(She/they).....Questioning theirself so demi aroace or demi-rom/ace! And demiplatonic :3) Fable is a witch, specifically with ties to the sun. She's fond of her books and solitude, and can come across as stoic and intimidating (she is also the tallest of the cast :3)
Reese! (I....forgot the rest of their name....its on one of my notes....somewhere.....) (Aroace, Intersex, demiqueerplatonic, they/them) Reese is a werefox! They are also autistic and mute using ASL to talk. They're very shy and can get overwhelmed meeting new people but like making new friends and have a special interest in clothing design (and often makes things for the rest of the cast and mini versions for Myth to match with people since that makes it happy)
Mauve! (.....also forgot the rest of her name T^T) (Demiromantic, GNC woman, she/her) Mauve is the only human! Has ADHD and a bit of a social butterfly (and a nerd.) If you need help? She can and will do whatever it is she can do to help and is a very supportive person! Also a bit of a flirt but its more lighthearted (and she is very respectful about boundaries!) Computer nerd who will walk around doing finger guns and grinning at everyone (also the only one who can drive)
Jules! (Juju/Julia/Julian) The child of Mauve and Quincy's different skill sets combined, started as a basic AI and eventually grew to be their own person (Genderfluid it/they/she/he) Considers Mauve to be 'Parental Unit Mama' while Quincy is 'Parental Unit Moddy' and the others are aunt/uncle/aunkle units. Friendly but sassy and quick to quip (takes after the parents who are very proud of them) Gets an entire expansion just on them when they are a 'young adult' because I love them too much and Jules needed more screentime. (...additionally in the TRUE canon Mauve and Quincy are a QPR for years to come <3)
Mocha (Caramel) Latte! An incubus (Nonbinary, Apothisexual, alloromantic, They/he) Mocha often comes across as a sweetheart, easygoing, caring, will lightly scold you for bad eating habits and make you better food, and has a VERY colorful closet of fem/androgynous clothes but he has quite the temper if you upset someone they care for.
Quincy (Copper) Gear! A cyclops (CupioAroAce, A-aesthetic, Genderqueer (but also just....doesn't care about gender just confusing the funk outta people, has had top surgery :3) It/they) Snarky mechanic and inventor, always has some sass or a quip on hand and WILL cause shenanigans (Poor Reese is often dragged into said Shenanigans cause Quincy MAY be the shortest but it's also the strongest of the bunch) Grinning a good 90% of the time.
Soleo (Uhhhhh.....) Songbird! A harpy (AlloAllo Man, He/him (....debating giving him top surgery scars but.......I also want him to be vibrant so......if he ends up a trans man then he has to dye his feathers...hmmmm) Drama king, he's eccentric with his dancing and singing and ugly patterned button ups that he never does up. He is just silly bird man who is also a bit of a flirt, but more like....trying to come across OVERY cheesy kind of way (......this also applies to ANY kind of relationship not just romance he's just cheesy in general XD)
And the never to be seen only ever mentioned (cause I COULD NOT DRAW HIM) Val (Or Valentine who's name is ridiculously long and he hates it so goes by Val) Val is just....vegan vampire with a love of hiphop music and dance and dreams to pursue them (despite his families tradition of ballet) and that's all there is to him, he just gets mentioned on occasion.
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Voiceplay-adjacent Visuals - God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
So here's the thing: I'm not religious whatsoever, and usually I'm neutral at best when it comes to "traditional"/religious Christmas songs. Like on the odd occasion I might hear a decent performance of one, like O Holy Night or Silent Night for example, and I'll be like "yeah alright", but I don't usually go search them up to relisten to them, y'know?
But then, on the 4th of December, 2021, Geoff released his cover of God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen, and MY. GOODNESS. Undeniably one of the most epic Christmas carol performances I've ever heard (besides most versions of Carol Of The Bells of course).
So anyway, there's probably a lot more to say on the musical arrangement than the video, but I didn't wanna skip over this one entirely, and tbh this is one of my favourite videos for examples of Geoff's self-conducting motions and hand gestures, so I really wanna talk about some of that, and show off some of the cool lighting stuff as well! (Credit to Eli for lighting design!)
So anyway, let's get into this!
This video was filmed at PattyCake Studios, though presumably using a set/backdrop that doesn't get used a lot otherwise, because I don't recognise it from anything else! (EDIT: according to the amazingly-knowledgeable and very helpful Jules-has-notes, "the backdrop was one of the standing sets at the old PattyCake studio...VP used it in their video for "You're My Best Friend" with Deejay, but the set dressing and lighting were pretty different.")
Double credit to Eli for the lighting design, because look how cool this looks already, with the variety of colours that we're getting from lighting in the background! Whiteish-purple, green, blue, orange, and purple-pink! And I love how there's enough in the background to make it interesting and to "fill out the space" without drawing your attention away entirely!
Lights up!
I don't know exactly what that shirt thing is per se, but man it looks so cool
This video has at least a couple moments of the "Geoff Clones" noticeably mirroring each other in their motions, like in Shenandoah and Unshaken, but there are also quite a few moments (like before this, in the "slow build-up section" in fact) where different Geoffs are doing different motions to indicate which of them are singing which vocal parts (e.g. higher stuff vs lower stuff)
"Now to the lord sing praises..."
Very quick lighting/colour change on the curtains!
"Holy tide of Christmas, all others doth deface!"
Lighting/colour change on the curtains again! A warmer orange now!
(Also again notice how the clones on the left and right ends are doing the same thing, but the clone second from the left is doing something different!)
"Woah, tidings of comfort and joy"
(I love the cheeky little side-eye he does here, it's kinda cute <3)
Another quick lighting change!
I love the way Geoff so often includes moments of "Lead Geoff" and The Clones looking at each other - it's such a simple thing to include, but it's also such an easy thing to not bother doing or not even consider doing. But these little moments definitely add a little something-something(tm) to the videos 💜👌
"Cooommmforrrt aaand joyyyyy"
Up, right, down, up. What is this, the Konami Code for subharmonics/bass notes? 😝
"JOYYYYYY!"
And back to darkness for the end!
I probably could have included even more moments to talk about but tbh screenshots don't always do it justice, and I can't be bothered figuring out how to make gifs. But I hope this gave you some amusement anyway, and I promise you the next post is absolutely gonna be a fun one! Until next time!
#geoff castellucci#voiceplay-adjacent visuals#voiceplay-adjacent visuals christmas#geoff castellucci god rest ye merry gentlemen#acaplaya analysis
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TASK #1: A VITANI KAGAI PLAYLIST !
track one: i did something bad, taylor swift
they never see it coming, what i do next this is how the world works you’ve gotta leave before you get left
track two: castle, halsey
there’s an old man sitting on the throne that’s saying that i probably shouldn’t be so mean i’m headed straight for the castle they’ve got the kingdom locked up
track three: girl with no name, jules larson + ag
i am not looking for love, i am a girl with no name follow the beat of my heart in my mysterious way i draw the blurriest lines, i never promise to stay
track four: play with fire, sam tinnesz
hot blood, these veins, my pleasure is their pain i love to watch the castles burn these golden ashes turn to dirt i’ve always liked to play with fire
track five: tomboy, destiny rogers
i’m making sure you get the memo, yeah i’ll meet you up on any level, yeah independent, don’t need help underestimate me, you’ll be playing yourself
track six: dna, lia marie johnson
are there pieces of you in the pieces of me? i’m just so scared you’re who i’ll be when i erupt just like you do they look at me like i look at you
track seven: different too, madeleine slate
you don’t even know who you’re angry with you don’t even know where to throw your fists one day you’re gonna wake up and find what i’ve known the whole time we’re cut by the same pain, we breathe the same air we’re more alike than you’d ever care to admit who’s to say who doesn’t fit? oh, if i was you, i’d wanna be different too
track eight: red lips, sky ferreira
such a big girl such big news such big talk your number is up if you like it or not what a shock
track nine: when the dark falls, the never ending
holding on tightly to all that is real ‘cause when the dark falls i’ll burn what i feel i don’t think i know how to rest, mellow and slow i just make my bed on the storm inside of my head
track ten: eyes on fire, blue foundation
i’ll seek you out, flay you alive one more word and you won’t survive and i’m not scared of your stolen power i see right through you any hour
track eleven: kill of the night, gin wigmore
my cold desire to hear the boom, boom, boom of your heart the danger is i’m dangerous and i might just tear you apart oh, oh, i’m gonna catch you, i’m gonna get you, get you, oh, oh, oh i wanna taste the way you bleed, oh, oh
track twelve: eyes open, taylor swift
so here you are, two steps ahead and staying on guard every lesson forms a new scar they never thought you’d make it this far but turn around, they’ve surrounded you with a showdown and nobody comes to save you now
track thirteen: ain’t no rest for the wicked, lennon & maisy
there ain’t no rest for the wicked money don’t grow on trees i got bills to pay, i got mouths to feed ain’t nothing in this world for free
track fourteen: seven devils, florence and the machine
holy water cannot help you now see, i’ve come to burn your kingdom down and no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out
track fifteen: control, halsey
the kids cried out “please stop, you’re scaring me” i can’t help this awful energy goddamn right you should be scared of me who is in control?
track sixteen: monsters, ruelle
i’m feeling like a villain, got a hunger inside one look in my eyes and you’re running ‘cause i’m coming gonna eat you alive
track seventeen: the devil within, digital daggers
you’ll never know what hit you won’t see me closing in i’m gonna make you suffer this hell you put me in i’m underneath your skin
track eighteen: mad woman, taylor swift
now i breathe flames each time i talk my canons all firing at your yacht they say move on but you know i won’t
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* name: Jules
* preferred pronouns: she/her
* age: 27
* timezone: EST
* activity level: 7-8
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* name: Reina Aguilar-Cabrera
* faceclaim: Renata Notni
* gender & pronouns: cis woman & she/her
* age: 28
* birthday: 12/31/1994
* place of birth: San Diego, CA
* occupation: Art Curator
* neighborhood: Cresthill Meadows
* time since arriving in kismet harbor: since august 2017
* filling a wanted connection?: N/A
* biography:
Reina grew up in a home as a first generation American. Watching her parents struggle her whole life, Reina never really felt as though she missed out on anything and she was grateful for her parents' sacrifices for that very feeling.
Besides the growing bills on the kitchen counter, the young girl never second-guessed the impromptu 'indoor camping' when the electric was shut off, or the slight obsession for spaghetti as every meal for months on end.
Reina helped translate for her parents, and maybe that's where all the sense for responsibility came from. She was always confused to be older, and she never really minded that. She excelled in school, and even went on to be in honors courses; she took college courses early, as well.
There was a nice gentleman who came into her life. Someone who told her that if she were to marry him, she wouldn't have to raise a finger ever again. Though the idea may have made her mother fall over in tears, the (at the time) 19 year old Reina said no. Even with her parents' pleas, she just couldn't sacrifice her freedom and love for a life of comfort.
Reina came to Kismet Harbor after her community college years (on a full-ride scholarship, mind you) and worked her ass off to become a curator under the best mentor. She doesn't know what life has in store for her, but she's so excited to figure all that out.
* other: I always deactivate or clear out accounts - so I currently don’t have one to list 😭
* pets: N/A
* town activities: LGBTQIA+, Read Between the Wines, Trivia Nights
* draw of luck: Yes
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Tracy & Hinrik | MM | the closest to heaven that i'll ever be
Hinrik has waited their whole life to die. When the world crumbles like stars to dust they don’t want to go, but they aren’t frightened to finally face whatever nothingness follows. It is the cries of their friends that stirs the embers of fear in the hearth of their heart. Encke’s static shout before everything fell--
Healing from the hurt, even if the echoes are ugly.
The itch between Hinrik’s shoulder blades returns as they plummet, only, it isn't their scars, is it? Stars bloom in their eyes and glimmers of pearlescent white catch in the corners of their vision against the harsh sunset hues of this space; somewhere before they crash into the would-be planet, Hinrik sprouts wings. Small but soft, feathery, untarnished by what they grow from.
When the dust settles from their impact they are springing up again, their body moving before their mind. Their heart reaches unknowingly for the surge to set them alight, grateful for the fact that this time they get to choose.
So Hinrik leaps, becoming long and pale and furred and feathered, and framed by all manner of hued lights. They leap for the next safe place to land– Next to Tracy, already transformed and ready to fight. Determined to see that everyone’s fight to survive, to live in this place, was not all for nothing. To show that everyone chose right in putting their faith in him, or at the very least, giving him a second third chance to prove himself. Because that's what this world was all about, wasn’t it? Choice. To forget, forgive, or foster a grudge forever. To love, to hate, to lose, to find a home once more. Ivette didn’t have any right to take that choice from them, even if they simply wished everyone lived a happier life.
Both Hinrik and Tracy knew things were never that simple. That every day is a struggle. But a struggle worthwhile. They were both stronger for it.
One of many clawed hands reaches out towards Hinrik’s glowing form, a moment of softness where fingers run through the other's mane. Tracy feels his dreams of returning home, seeing everyone walk away from this better, with no one to take away their freedom anymore. Just because Jules hadn’t seen it in their visions, well… Tracy always liked surprises.
A purr rumbles forth from Hinrik at the touch, full and warm. They feel the visions Tracy calls forward to comfort his heart, and it sparks ripples from Hinrik that lap back over their cohort.
please-- take what you need. find the escape, and let it lead you to it.
A passing offering to anyone that wishes to reach for it. Whatever wish they need, Hinrik will conjure their hopes for the horizon, to strengthen the blows.
They slink up Tracy with haste in the following breath, their winding form cradling him with affection as their arms find purchase across his shoulders. Every day, a choice. Every raised hand, an opportunity. Every burden meant a chance to carry it together. A contract of two, of sixteen, of thousands. Tracy is good at that.
Another purr escapes Hinrik. For every great weight that carved its knife deep across their back, their heart-- oh how it made it feel like things soared when hands pulled them from those depths. When their friends, when Tracy pulled them high. They can only hope it is the same.
Hinrik’s long neck cranes over the top of Tracy’s head, angling in such a way that their own face comes to rest upside down before his. They press the end of their snout to the tip of his nose.
are you ready?
“To knock the lights outta some French idiot? You know it,” a demonic growl answers as a horned skeletal mask forms over Tracy’s face. It was time. All or nothing.
Now donning Hinrik like a scarf, Tracy’s wings flexes under Hinrik’s before suddenly darting forward, racing towards Ivette at terrifying speeds.
As they draw close, Hinrik slips from Tracy’s form as the devil swings towards Ivette -
Tracy strikes once. It is hollow and dreadful and gut-wrenching as they recall every bad choice they made, every betrayal they suffered, every betrayal they caused - The feeling of his humanity slipping away, of losing himself, of being alone.
A second strike. Hope. Love. Determination. An yearning to go home to somewhere comfortable and safe, that there’s a chance of escape from this place. The softness of a lover’s kiss who forgives you more than you have ever deserved. The determination to never see a friend cry again, to make them experience a happiness like never before.
The last strike. A bond. Spoken secrets in an awful hellscape. A hug that surprises you, mostly from how desperately you needed it. A moment where you finally feel seen. Through the suffering, and the happiness, Tracy made connections. Didn’t Ivette, too?
“Do you hear me, Ivette?! There’s still a chance for us! Just… listen!”
His final arm reaches for Ivette, his demonic form swings around as they grapple their friend. A struggle to steady them as Tracy shouts, “Hinrik, now!”
At the call, Hinrik’s pale form sweeps back into view painted in light and with a star to guide them. They dart for a grip across the marionette’s chest as Tracy gives them a chance and then their head drives forward, horn sharp as a hairpin, attempting to drive true into where a heart may rest. They seek to splinter, to separate, to give the light bursting forth ways to escape its would-be prison and let whoever follows strike truer than them still.
together, sing the bells. together. all or nothing, together.
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truth or drink | elliot
“could u write the reader playing truth or dare w elliot (they're alone, no jules no rue) and it escalates more and more and they fuck?if for some reason you can't, that's totally fine”
pairings — elliot/reader | fuckbuddy!au |
summary : a game of truth or dare, but with a twist. but you two didn’t know the game would go on for days.
warnings : overstimulation, handjob in public >:), fingering, sexual dares, KINKY cream pie, riding, daddy!kink, dom dom dom elliot,this fic is so long it took me days to write,i think that’s it
word count : 6.4k
authors note : this took me three days to write. it’s also my fav smut fic ever ive written.
The relationship between you and Elliot was…
complicated.
You two weren’t together, and were completely allowed to hook up with others—but when you were in the bedroom, you were his. And he was yours. It was simple like that. No one told the other whether or not they fucked someone else. You two explored each other completely. What you liked, what you didn’t like, and how far you were willing to go..sexually. As little as giving a basic blow job, to as far as him fingering you in the backseat while Jules drove unknowingly with her girlfriend in the front. No one knew of your little games, though, which made it even more exciting.
He was sitting across from you, drawing random patters on the back of his skateboard—back leaned up against his closet door. You had a joint to your lips, watching him with thin eyes, another game being concocted by yours truly.
Blowing out the smoke, your mind brew a bit fuzzy as you parted your lips to speak, “Idea,” you raised your finger in the air, him not looking up at you as he balanced the cap of the marker in his mouth. He let out a hum instead, “What if we played truth or drink, but instead of drink, you have to let the person do anything to you that they want at that given time?” You proposed, his brows furrowing before dark eyes snapped up at you.
Spitting the cap out, he closed the marker before raising a brow in your direction, “Interesting.”
You nodded, crawling over to him. His eyes slightly hooded as they staid glued to your figure, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as your fingers went up his thighs through his black sweats. Gulping harshly, he kept a straight and firm look as you sighed dramatically, “Let me start it off,” you sang in a teasing tone, stopping your movements at his knees. He released a small sigh, sending you a smile that challenged you, not having much hope for you. He loved games—especially the sexual ones you do. It excites him, “What’s your favorite position?”
“Easy,” he scoffed, raising his brows, “I like it when a girl rides me. Tits in my face and all.”
You nodded at his answer, his hands slapping onto his thighs after you retracted your touch. He tilted his head with a sly smirk, “Have you ever fucked someone else and thought of me?” His tone held the undertone of taunting, making your body tense up. Shifting in your seat, he spotted you grew uncomfortable, the answer itself being obvious. But you didn’t want him to be able to do anything he wanted to you, so you smacked your lips and smiled bitterly.
“It was one time.”
He howled, snickering afterwards, “Yeah? Who?”
“Wait your turn,” you looked down at your nail, appearing bored, “—but it was only because he called me something that you usually did,” which was true. Aaron Sanders had called you princess, which was usually what Elliot called you when he was in a sweet mood, unlike other times where he took out his frustration on you and fucked you until you cried real tears, “Anyways, my turn,” you grinned sinisterly over at him,
“Did you ever finish in your pants?”
His head tipped back, an irritated sigh escaping his nostrils. Your eyes lit up. Perhaps he’ll let you win this round, and you can end up getting some head. About to let out a laugh at his defeat, his voice rasped, “When I first ate a girl out, yeah,” he admitted, narrowing his eyes at you, “My turn,” he countered, crossing his arms,
“Have you ever faked cumming with me?”
Your brows rose at his question.
Oh shit.
The real answer was yes. But the only reason that had happened, was because when Elliot had fingered you after school in the back of his car, you had hooked up with some other dude prior in the locker room. You were extremely sensitive at the time, and when he kept rubbing your clit, you couldn’t handle how painful and sore you had been from your past conquest. So yeah, you faked your orgasm, because you didn’t want to have that awkward conversation that couldn’t been turned around on you to appear as some whore. But instead of telling him all that, you let out a sigh of defeat, hands slapping onto the floor as you signaled that you had lost. “You win.”
He raised his fist in the air, shooting out a cheerful fuck yeah, until he paused—realizing that it meant you did. His jaw clenched, embarrassment crossing his features, “Wait—the fuck? When did you fake it?”
You shrugged, deciding to tease him a bit. The hamster wheel in your brain began to pick up speed, “All the time. You suck at fucking me, Ellie,” you grinned half-heartedly, but he didn’t laugh. Your smile slowly slipped as his lips instead pressed together into a firm line, brows creating wrinkles in between them, as his eyes grew considerably more narrow, “It’s not that big of a dea—“
“Shut up,” he snapped, his tone harsh. You froze in place as he sat up straight, tossing his board off his lap, before grabbing your ankles, “I’m gonna make you cum three times on my tongue,” he growled out, your tummy flipping at his promise. Your t-shirt rode up as he dragged you across his carpet, lying down onto his stomach, as his head appeared between your thighs. You squeaked as he forcefully pushed your legs open, “Keep ‘em open, or I’ll fucking tie them to my bed stand.”
Sparks of electricity shot through your body. You lifted your head, leaning onto your elbows, as he got slowly slid your panties down your legs. His eyes found yours as he would usually kiss up your thighs, but something inside him was so hostile, so furious, that affection was clearly off the table. When Elliot was rough, he was rough. Dirty names, spanking, biting, bruising, hair pulling, all of it. Excitement flooded your veins as the cool air hit your already soaking folds, mouth falling open at the feeling of him pressing a peck to your clit, “Oh, fuck—“
“I don’t wanna hear anything from you,” he spat, slapping your clit. The stinging sensation made you yelp, jerking your hips back, but his two large hands made sure they stood in place. His brow rose, “The only time you can speak is your safe word, and that’s that. Now shut up,” he grumbled before dipping his head back down, capturing your clit with his mouth. Your hands decided against going into his curls, knowing he would just tell you to not touch him, so you went for squeezing your breasts instead. He shook his head slightly, slurping lewdly, as his warm tongue stroked your nub,
“Don’t know when I haven’t made you cum,” he mumbled to himself, pulling away to watch two of his fingers slip into your pussy. You instantly clenched around him, teeth piercing your bottom lip as you tried to keep quiet. Nostrils flared, he picked up his pace, “Dirty fuckin’ whore. You always fall apart for me, because you’re my slut. Right?”
You nodded, keeping your silence, making him chuckle. His eyes rounded in a mocking tone, “What? Cat got your tongue?”
You were gonna flip him off, but instead slapped a hand over your mouth, when his head bent back down and began roughly licking at your clit. You cringed slightly at how fast you were hurdling towards your orgasm, especially with how he kept alternating between flicking it and sucking the nub, making your head spin. When you felt his fingers reach that spongey spot inside you, your shot upwards, crying out under your palm as you came for him.
He didn’t react. If anything, your orgasm was short lived as he pumped his fingers faster—your wrist flying to his hand, “Ellie—“
Not stopping, you saw his bicep flex as his veins protruded from how much he was working his arm. His tone was sharp, “Are you going to say your safe word?”
You shook your head.
“No, but—“
“Then shut the fuck up,” he hissed before his thumb went to rub your clit, which was puffy and aching badly. You huffed, your lips falling open as you fell onto your back once again, thighs trying to close around his head. His tongue laid flatly on your pussy, working you towards your second orgasm, before it hit you suddenly.
The muscles in your thighs shook as you came again, almost forgetting to not make a sound, even though you weren’t sure you could. Elliot’s mask cracked, smiling like a crazy person, “Love watching it soak my hand, so fucking hot,” he praised, rising up to your neck. Your stomach tensed as he slightly slowed down, but didn’t stop pumping his long, thin fingers within you, determined to make you finish one more time. But this time, he pecked your cheek, licking the shell of your ear, “Lemme hear you this time, pretty girl. But you better scream my name when you cum on my fingers, okay?”
You looked up at him, your fingers flying to his shirt. Your brows furrowed as he took out his fingers, rubbing them over your clit, eyes boring down into yours. Your mouth fell open, “I—oh my god, oh my god, oh my—“
Warmth flooded your pussy. You moaned his name repeatedly like a song. Your eyes squeezed shut as you heard Elliot coo softly from above you, “That’s it. Such a good girl, cumming for hard for me. There we go,” he comforted, returning back to his old self. You closed your legs, finally, twitching here and there from how hard you had just came. His fingers grabbed your chin, making you look up at him, concern swirling in his dark hues,
“You okay?”
You sighed heavily, nodding. Your eyes grew heavy.
“Fuck yeah.”
It had been a few days ago since the game was played. In all honestly, you had completely forgotten about it, not a thought about the matter crossing your mind. You had been walking to class with Maddy and Cassie, laughing at a joke that the brunette made, before feeling someone tug on the back of your hoodie. A gasp shot from your lips, but when you saw a cheeky smile on Elliot’s soft features, you arched a brow before hearing Maddy let out a groan, “Ugh—didn’t I tell you to keep five feet away from me at all times, pothead?” She spoke sassily, cocking her hand on her hip, “Only a dumbass like you would risk smoking at school. You reek.”
Elliot blew her a kiss before flipping her off. They didn’t get along well. Biting back a laugh, you watched as he snatched your wrist, turning his back towards Maddy, and walked away while holding his hand up, “Would you like me better if I had dicks in my phone?”
“Fuck you, cunt.” Her voice sounded in the hall, pissed.
Elliot snorted, ignoring her, leading you to a more secluded area of lockers. Once he finally let go of your wrist, your brows rose, as if to ask him why he had brought you here. You noticed he was wearing that sweater you liked, mixed with a bluish and green color palette. You recalled calling him handsome, and you could’ve sworn he blushed—telling you to shut up. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he quirked a brow, “Y/N, how many people have you fucked this week?”
You narrowed your eyes, “Huh?”
“You have to answer,” his lips quirked into a smirk. His voice came out as a whisper, “It’s the game, remember?”
And then it all hit you. When you realized what he had meant, your brows rose. You hadn’t been with anyone other than Elliot for the past three weeks now, in all honesty. You didn’t stutter as you shrugged, “Only you.”
Shock crossed his features at your reply. You noticed his cheeks turn a shade of red, rubbing the back of his neck. You smirked, “Don’t feel special. I’ve just been busy.”
He shook his head, biting back a smile. “I’d never be stupid enough to feel special about that.”
Laughing, you leaned your back against one of the lockers, tapping your chin, “Have you ever ate pussy and the girl complained?”
His eyes flashed.
“Only for more.”
The bell rang, signaling that class was about to begin in five minutes. Snorting at his reply, you walked over to him, tracing your fingers over his muscles beneath his thin t-shirt, a black jacket hanging off his shoulders. His scent surrounded you as your eyes flickered up into his, sending him a wink before patting his left peck, “To be continued.”
You walked away, hearing him chuckle.
And so the game went on…
for days.
During lunch, he whispered a question to you that you couldn’t have answered—which he knew.
“You ever dream about me?”
You couldn’t answer that. You would never admit to it, but yeah, you dreamt of him twice before. One of them was with him in between your thighs, and honestly, you wouldn’t have minded admitting that. It wasn’t that personal. But the second one, it was of you two on a date. You remember it vividly. Walking at the park, hand in hand, his head digging into your neck as you stared up at the sky. It made you feel warm inside whenever you thought about it—but still. You vowed to never tell him. It would ruin the system you two had, and you liked it the way it was.
Since you couldn’t answer, you two left the table before he fucked you in the restroom. It was hot, to say the least. His hand was slapped against your mouth, cries and pleas being muffled, as his thrusts were brutal and relentless. Fucking at school, it was fun, but also horrifying. You worried that a teacher would walk in, or even worse, one of your friends. You and Elliot tried your best to hide this thing from everyone, since you hung out with two very different groups, and didn’t want to mesh social classes.
Then when you two were at the mall, he refused to answer your question, which was—
“Which one of my friends do you wanna fuck?”
Elliot was a shy person. He didn’t want there to be awkward tension, so he kept his mouth shut, which resulted in your hand finding his crotch. The two of you were sitting in the food court, near the back area, where people had rarely passed by. His eyes widened, hands flying to yours, “Are you fucking insane? We’ll get caught, bro,” he hissed, making you giggle,
“Relax. Just be quiet,” you waited for him to nod. Consent was important. He bit his lip, eyes lighting up before he nodded. Smiling to yourself, your hand unzipped his jeans before your small fingers slipper beneath the waistband of his boxers. He was soft in your hand. Beginning to rub it gently, your eyes focused on his facial expression. It was blank, but his teeth was piercing into his plump bottom lip, a heavy breath exiting his nose as he began to harden against your palm. Grabbing him into your hand, you began to pull slowly, easing him into full hardness, “This is so hot. I’m a fucking genius for thinking of this game.”
His eyes rolled, inhaling sharply as you quickened your pumping, “F—Fuck off, fuck—“
Your brows rose, “Huh? Cat got your tongue?” You used his own words against him, running your thumb over his sticky tip. His hips jerked from beneath the table, a group of giggling girls walking past the two of you. With innocent round eyes, you repeated the action, causing him to bite down on his knuckle to refrain from crying out. Squeezing his eyes shut, he ran a hand through his curls,
“You bitch,” he breathed, holding back moans.
You giggled, leaning closer to him before improving your pace. You felt his stomach clench against your arm as you leaned into his ear, “This bitch is going to make you cum all over her fingers in front of everyone,” your tongue poked out to lick the shell of his ear, just as he did to you, “And there’s nothing you can do about it, except to cum.”
Another person walked by, giving you two a suspicious look. Smirking, you added, “Looks like someone caught us. They’re gonna see you cum, too, if you don’t do it now.”
His hands flew to the table, gripping the edge until his knuckles turned white. “Fuck I’m cumming.”
You watched in awe as he threw his head back, nose facing the sky, lips falling open into a silent moan as a pained look crossed his face. Warm liquid spilled all over your hand. That was the hottest thing you’d ever seen. His cheeks were rosy from lust, angular jaw flexing as he panted heavily. Removing your hand from down below, you checked to see if the person was still there, and felt relief when you spotted them being gone. Thank god. You didn’t want to actually get caught. You only said that because you knew it would turn him on.
Wiping your hand with a napkin, Elliot wiped the sweat off his forehand before muttering a tired fuck.
Kicking your feet back and forth on the bed, you flipped the page of the book you were currently engrossed in. Laying on your stomach on Elliot’s bed, he was stationed beside you, sitting on his bottom as he rolled a joint swiftly with his skilled fingers. Faintly muttering the words from the page to yourself, you heard Elliot sniffle from your left, “I have a question.”
You didn’t remove your eyes from the book, but your tummy twirled with excitement.
“Shoot.”
You didn’t hear him speak again, making you frown, before snapping your head over at him. He avoided eye contact with you, plucking the joint into his mouth, and looked to the side. His shoulders sunk as he sighed heavily, “Do you…y’know…have any feelings for me like that?”
When his eyes flew to yours, searching for an answer, you blinked in confusion. You hadn’t thought about it much, but it was like he had brought your thoughts back up to the surface. You did like him. You had grown feelings for him, but you were also too scared of finding out if he felt the same way. So instead you cleared your throat, letting out a laugh afterwards before hitting his leg gently with your book, “Pass.”
His jaw clenched, “Just answer the question.”
You’d rather die.
Sitting up, you crawled over to him before getting into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. He looked down at you with a stone-cold look, the smell of weed and cologne filling your senses. You leaned forward, feeling high from how his eyes stared at you, pecking his jaw, “I said pass. Do whatever you want to me,” you mumbled, pulling back to wink at him, “You win.”
He dodged the kiss you tried to give him, hurting your ego. Your brows drew together as he sniffled, wiping his nose, and looked away from you again.
“Elliot?”
“It wasn’t part of the game,” he gulped, looking back over at you. Your chest sunk, “I wanna know if you feel anything for me, real shit. I don’t wanna keep hooking up like it’s some secret. Like I’m some secret.”
Where was all this coming from?
“I thought you liked this,” you replied, “You even said that the rush was fun. Why complicate things?”
His jaw locked, eyes dead set on you.
“Quit fucking around and answer the damn question.”
He hadn’t ever used that tone with you, except when it was purely sexual. You gulped visibly, eyes averted his gaze, not understanding why you were so against confessing how you truly felt. You weren’t ready for a relationship, but you also wanted Elliot all to himself. At your reluctance to speak, he scoffed, picking you up and gently pushing you off his lap, “Elliot—“
“Forget it, just fucking forget it,” he muttered, running a hand over his mouth. He walked over to the window, looking out the sheer glass,
“You should go.”
“Elli—“
His head snapped over to you, almost scary how quickly his tone changed. It was icy and bitter. His eyes were dark and unforgiving as lips were pinched, tone plucked, “Just get out. Go hop on someone other dudes’ dick. I’m finished with you and your stupid childish games, so please—leave me the fuck alone.”
Hurt soared through you at his words. Standing up from the bed, your teeth gritted,
“Fuck you, Elliot,” you pointed a finger in his face, “—and you know what? I will. I bet he won’t be as pathetic as you. Even make me cum.”
And with that, you spun around, heading for the exit. As you walked through his door, you heard him shout at you,
“Good luck, darling!”
“What the fuck?” Kat shouted at your words, eyes wide. Basically, you had just came clean to your friends about Elliot’s secret relationship with you. She brought her sparkley purple vape up to her lips, raising her brows before nodding understandingly, “I mean—he’s cute. He has a face tat, though, but we can work around it.”
Maddy leaned over her dresser, and was reapplying her lip gloss, until her head snapped over to you, a glare narrowing her eyes, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, bitch. He smells like a dispensary,” she shook her head disapprovingly, “Guys like him only like to fuck. Kinda freaky that he admitted his feelings to you.”
You shrugged your shoulders, sighing before fiddling with the baby pink covers of Maddy’s bed, “I think I might like him too, though.”
Your voice was quiet, but the three girls heard you clearly, a series of gasps and huh? swirling around the room. Before anyone could respond, Cassie was staring at herself in the mirror, tweezing her already perfectly plucked brows. Craning her back over to you, her bright eyes held a warm undertone as she softly smiled, “I think that if you like him, and he likes you, then you should date. Simple.”
“This isn’t some fucking fairytale,” Maddy rolled her eyes, completely turning towards you. She crossed her thin arms over her chest, sending you a firm look; lips pursed and brows straight, “If he actually told you the shit that you claimed he said, then don’t waste your time on him. Trust me—I’ve had enough experience with toxic ass guys that bitch about the stupidest shit, and then when they’re horny, they’re like,” she pulled on a fake voice, earning giggles from Kat, “Oh baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it, I love you,” she placed her small hand onto her chest, raising a sassy brow, “Men ain’t shit, Y/N. Know your worth. Make him get on his knees for you.”
Kat nodded along, “Yeah,” she tilted her head, “Is he good at head? Because that could alter my perspect—“
“Whore,” Maddy cackled, throwing one of her jackets at the girl. You girls laughed as you flopped backwards on the bed, letting out a dreamy sigh.
“He made me cum three times in a row.”
“Holy shit—“
“The fuck—?”
“Really?”
Maddy pursed her lips, “You should go get that dick, before I do. Stoner dude is growing on me.”
Running a hand through your hair, you sent her the bird before giggling at her words. You were still angry about the words he spoke though, “Yeah, I won’t speak to him unless he apologizes,” you concluded, nodding your head. The girls hummed in agreement, “If he does.”
Maddy faced the mirror once again, adding some lip liner to her plump, glossy lips.
“If he likes you like he said, he will.”
You hoped she was right.
The sun was slowly setting below the horizon, signaling that it was getting closer to the party you all were about to head to. Your mind wondered if Elliot was going to be there, hints of adrenaline sparking into your chest instead of your core, which alarmed you. You had really begun to like him. Before, you wouldn’t be excited to see him, you would be excited to get some dick.
The theory scared you, and a small part of you hoped he wouldn’t apologize, so that you’d never have to speak to him again. Relationships were your biggest fear. Giving yourself to someone completely, relying on them for support, having another responsibility other than yourself. It wasn’t your thing, but when you thought of Elliot’s dark and deep eyes, the idea didn’t seem half bad.
By the time you had all finished getting ready, a glossy smile had spread to your lips. You looked hot. Your skirt was a bit too short, showing off just the underside of your ass if you put a pep in your step, bouncing on the balls of your feet. A purple tank top had stretched over your breasts, a pair of hoop earrings hidden behind your curled hair. You borrowed a pair of Maddy’s black wedges, which completed the look, and felt Maddy smack your ass, “Bitch, you getting dicked down tonight.”
You rolled your eyes, watching as Kat bent Maddie over and pretended to fuck her—the shorter girl rolling her eyes back as she let out high pitched moans. Cassie threw her arm around you, dragging you out the room, “Remember, he said he liked you, so don’t worry. It’ll all be good,” she reassured in a soft tone, making you smile. She was more of the innocent one in the group, but was the most sexual active, “Let’s have a good time tonight, yeah?”
You nodded, reflecting her smile.
“Let’s do it.”
The ride there was hectic. Kat was already half drunk, slurring out random shit while Maddy giggled beside her, highly intoxicated and high on weed. You thanked god that you had made it to the house in once piece, getting out of that car as soon as the wheels stopped rolling against the pavement. Pulling up your skirt a bit, you interlocked your arm with Cassie, both of you sliding out of the backseat and walking into the house party.
Right away, you heard a few whistles, catching the eyes of a bunch of teenage guys. Their whistles flew part yours ears, one dude’s eyes widening to the size of golf balls when they landed on Cassie. Your blonde haired friend sent you a smirk, which you returned, before pulling her close against you, “It’s gonna be a fun night, babe.”
She hummed, walking closely beside you. Your shoulders touched, “Hell yeah it is, babe.”
The two of you grabbed some drinks, before heading to the dance floor, backs rubbing against each other as you dipped out of the red cup. The vodka stung the back of your throat, threatening to climb back up, but you pushed it down as you swayed your hips in tune to the music. Grabbing your hand, you were spun by Cassie, before you two giggled. As your heels clicked against the floor, the lights began to shift into different colors, adding onto the buzz that began to infiltrate your mind. Your fingertips slid up and down the flesh of your own waist, feeling a pair of eyes on you from the corner of the room.
Your own snapping open, your brow rose to look to the side, a bolt of electricity flying through you when you spotted Elliot leaning against one of the walls. He had a joint in his hands, his friend Rue standing beside him, the both of them keeping to themselves. Your jaw clenched as he licked his lips, eyes flickering yo and down your figure, making your tummy do backflips.
Thinning your eyes, you almost have into his puppy dog look. But then you realized what he had said about you, and your lips pursed, rolling your eyes before spinning around and storming off into the kitchen. You needed another drink. Squeezing past a few sweaty bodies, nose scrunching at the smell of alcohol and weed lingering in the air, you grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the table and poured some into your cup.
“Y/N, right?”
Flinching, your eyes rounded as some dude approached you. His hair was dark and shiny, fluffy strands slightly falling over his eyes. He dressed preppy though, a red polo t-shirt stretched over his sculpted chest and a pair of khakis to match them. His eyes were fox like, making a warm blush hit your cheek, “I’m uh, Connor,” he offered you his hand, flashing a charming smile, “I’ve seen you around school, and to be honest, I’ve always had a crush on you.”
He laughed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Can’t believe I’m admitting that.”
You hit your lip, raising a brow as you sipped your drink.
“Oh yeah? Or are you just saying that so you could fuck me?” You smirked, his face turning paler at your words. When he began to nervously laugh, you placed a hand in his arm, feeling his muscles tense beneath your palm, “I’m fucking with you, Connor. Chill out.”
He licked his lips, “I mean—I wouldn’t reject—“
“Come with me,” you heard a familiar voice behind you, and you didn’t need to turn around. Your shoulders perked up as his hot breath fanned the back of your neck, making the hairs on your skin shoot up. Chad, or whatever this dudes’ name was, averted his gaze to Elliot behind you, confusion growing on his features. His voice rasped in your ear, “Come on, Y/N.”
His hand wrapped around your small wrist, and you rolled your eyes before caving in, “Ugh, fine.”
You painted a fake smile on your lips, “It was nice meeting you, Chad. I have to handle something, though,” you informed him, and the brunette narrowed his eyes before tipping his head towards Elliot, “Why? ‘Cause of him?”
Elliot chuckled, taking a step before you. Your eyes widened as his chest almost hit the boy’s, smirking as he shot him a shit-eating grin, “Face it, chump. She rejected you,” he then brushed past his shoulder, leading you behind him. You bit back a smile at the look on his face, embarrassed and anger filled. Elliot slapped his back, “Maybe ditch the polos, bro. This isn’t an office party.”
And with a cackle, you let him lead you up the stairs. Your eyes caught Maddy’s, who’s mouth dropped open at the sight of you and Elliot—hand in hand. You send her a wink before going up the steps, finding an empty room, then he pushed it open. You pulled your hand away from his as you both walked into a white bedroom, coming off as a guest room, that was vacant. The door shut behind you, and you leaned your back against it, cocking your head to the side, “Okay. Talk. Times ticking, Elliot.”
His back flexed, letting out a cold chuckle. You gulped as he spun around. Eyeliner coated his eyes, making your core throb. Holy shit. You never thought a dude wearing makeup could turn you on, but your teeth sink into your bottom lip, chewing on it as his eyes hooded. He didn’t take a step towards you. Instead, he sniffled, “You want me to tell the truth?”
You frowned, irritated.
“Obviously, idiot.”
His voice became hoarser, taking a single step towards you. You felt yourself grow smaller as his nostrils flared, fists balling at his sides. Adrenaline began to kick into your blood as he smirked,
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
He took another step closer. “Seeing you with that dude made me want to fucking rip his organs out through his mouth.”
You think you just came.
Breathless at his words, one of his hands slapped onto the door beside you—and he did the same to the other, trapping you in between them. His face slightly softened as your eyes bored into his, “I’m sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it,” he apologized suddenly, eyes flickering down to your lips. He sighed slightly, looking back up into your eyes, “If you don’t like me, I’ll get over it. But if you do, I promise you won’t be able to leave this room without being marked by me.”
Your core pooled at his words. He leaned closer, digging his face into the crook of your neck. He didn’t kiss it—he just staid there. Vulnerable. And then when he pulled his head back, his nose bumped yours, warm breath fanning your lips. You couldn’t handle it. Nodding quickly, your hand found his curls, “I like you,” you mumbled before smashing your lips against his. Almost instantly, he pressed his body to yours, kissing you back, “I really like you, actually.”
“And I’m really fucking sorry,” he panted against you, moving his lips over to your neck. You moaned softly as his fingers squeezed the sides of your waist beneath your tank top, cold and long. His teeth nipped at a sensitive area behind your ear, making you gasp before letting out a whimper, “I like you so much, but baby, I’m gonna fuck you like I hate you.”
And with that, he threw you onto the bed. He climbed on top of you, the both of you removing your clothes in almost a world record speed, giggling as you kept getting caught in them. As soon as your undergarments were off, he lined up quickly at your entrance, looking down at you with wide eyes, “Can I fuck my pussy, baby?” He rubbed his leaking head over your clit, making you squirm. His puffy lips smirked, “Come on, answer me.”
“Yes, fuck,” you cried out, “Fuck me, Ellie.”
You both gasped as he pushed inside, his thick head vanishing behind your soaking folds. It felt so good for him to be inside of you again. He didn’t let you adjust, instead fucking you brutally, holding onto the top of the headboard as his hips bruised against yours. Your tits bounced as your bottom lip trembled, reaching up to his waist to slow him down, “S—Slow—dow—“
One of his hands flew to your throat, making your eyes round, a jolt bolt of pleasure shooting into your pussy. His fingers lightly squeezed around the flesh, shutting you up, “Take it, pretty girl. That’s all you know how to do, poor thing,” he grunted, “All you can do is cum on my cock over and over again—until I’m finished with you.”
Your eyes rolled back as his thumb flew to your clit, tightly circling the sensitive nub, “Need you to tighten this pretty little pussy around my big cock, baby,” he rasped out, feeling you clench onto him, “Need to stretch this pussy out again, it’s been too long.”
Your eyes crossed as you felt your walls flutter around his cock, stomach muscles tensing as you cried out his name. He smirked down at you, watching you fall apart completely and only for him, pulling out his cock and flipping you over. You cringed on top of him, feeling sensitive and sore, but his sweet words flared your chest, “Bounce on it, pretty girl. Use my cock to make you cum again.”
You whined, but nodded, lifting yourself up and down his thick length. Your hands flew to your breasts as he watched you with a lazy smile, pushing yourself to another high. But then you noticed him beginning to meet your thrusts, “Ellie, you can’t cum in me. There no condom,” you whimpered, about go get off of him, “Cum in my mou—“
“Fuck,” he ignored you, hands flying to your ass as he began to piston his hips into yours from the bottom. A scream tore from your lips as he practically kept shoving you back down into his cock, “Elli—Elliot—“ you stuttered as he kept his pace, a tear rolling down your cheek from how good it fucking felt. His mouth dropped open as you tried again, “You can’t—Ellie—you can’t—“
His thrusts became even more harsh, and after one more, you both shook against each other before cumming at the same time. Your hands slapped against his chest as you collapsed, slowly making each other’s releases as you came down. Blowing your hair out your face, you felt him slide out of you, making you hiss with gritted teeth, “Guess I need to get plan b—What are you doing?”
Sweat dripped down his temples, as he climbed on top of you, and made himself eye to eye level with your cunt. Forcing your thighs open, your hips jerked as he spread open your leaking folds. Your eyes popped out of your sockets, a high pitched cry escaping your throat as his lips wrapped around your clit once again. Hand flying to his curls, you pulled weakly, feet planting onto his shoulders as he ate your swollen and glossy pussy.
“Taste so sweet,” he mumbled, “My favorite pussy.”
What made your stomach begin to tense up again, was when he laid his tongue flatly on your clit, white beads of both his cum and your cum on his pink muscle. When he didn’t care, hollowing his cheeks, sucking on your pearl one more time—your legs gave out as another orgasm was forced out of you.
“Wanna make this pussy come one one time,” he groaned, eyes looking into yours, “Come on.”
You couldn’t let out a sound, but pushed his head away from you, hearing him laugh before crawling back over beside you. You took in a deep breath, still gasping from what he just did to you.
“I’ll give you money for the plan b.”
You waved hand, tired. “It’s cool. Kinda wanted you to cum in me anyways, it’s so hot.”
He chuckled, looking over at you. His smile slipped as his eyes melted into yours.
“Y/N.”
You hummed, “Hm?”
“I think I’m like, in love with you.”
#elliot#elliot euphoria#elliot imagines#euphoria#elliot smut#elliot x you#elliot x y/n#elliot imagine#elliot x reader#elliot is mean
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My Lil’ Killers
(Not exact words obviously I’m writing this at 5:00 am)
Words-idk I wrote this on tumblr
Published- 1-24-22
Content warning- violence
Fezcos pov-
I watched as (y/n) and ash dipped outta the living room, saw a truck sitting out front for a long time and told them to go investigate. I looked over at Faye who was smoking a blunt.
“Go killers!” She hazily cheered for them as they took a turn. In a matter of minutes they came back in with Cal Jacobs, Ash had the black shotgun and (y/n) was holding a Glock to the side of this talk man’s head.
“Now sit in that fuckin chair, one wrong move, one wrong word, and I will have this kid fuckin kill you.” (y/n) threatens cal as he sat down, gun pointed right at his forehead. She looked hot holding that peice, and ash well looked deadly.
“Understood.” Cal nodded as she took a step back.
“What’re you doin around my house man?” She asked,”you and your son love poking in people fuckin business. First you come to our fuckin job, and now you’re at our house. Wan’ explain?”
“Ya man, you come around askin alotta shit.” I said, he moved in the seat slightly and Ash took no hesitation in putting the tip of the shotgun against his head.
“Stay fuckin still.”
“Look, why don’t you just let me leave or call the cops on me.” Cals voice was slow and precise
“This bitch wanna get the fuckin cops involved?” Ash took his phone out.
“Then call them. Dial them right up Cal, have fun. They’re gon come looking and they won’t find your ass or your truck.” (y/n) let out a small laugh at the end of her sentence.
“Fuckin dial pussy!” Ash pushed him with the gun.
“The cheif of the police, he’d believe me.” Cal said looking back at me.
“Then call them bitch!” ash tempted him, Cal didn’t,”that what I Fuckin thought.” He hit him with the end of the gun,”go ahead,” he hit him again drawing blood from his scalp,”call them.”
I don’t know how I raised such a brutal kid but at times like this im glad I did, cause I know we’d all be safe or get a point across. He reminds me of Gran, I have this hazy memory of her beating this guy with a crowbar but nothing more cause then she hit me accident.
“Why should we even let you walk?” (y/n) knelt down in front of him,one of her hands on his knee,”I bet you like this, me sitting on my knees infront of you, you like minors right?”
“What?”
“All I want-“ ash hit him again,”fuck kid-“ and again.
“Yo ash, calm down some.” And he hit him again.
“Jesus.” Cal muttered,”all I want is the disc.”
“We ain’t got no fuckin disc.” (y/n) said, obviously she knew what he was talking about,” I even told your bitch ass son that.”
“What disc? Yo this gotta do with Jules and Rue?” Cal stayed silent as (y/n) stood up, making him look at her by pulling his face Ik with the end of the Glock.
“What’s on that disc that you need to get sooo badly Cal?”
“A video I took of Jules.” He answered.
“Do I know jewels?” Faye asked nobody answered,”jewels…jewel…hmm”
“What type?”
“I didn’t know she was 17.” He said.
“Yo what?” I asked,”the fuck are you getting at?”
“I recorder her, us.” He admitted.
“This sick suck recorded him and Jules Fucking.” Ash hit him 3 times, blood pouring from his scalp.
“I just…want the..disc.” He was taking deep breaths between his words.
“We don’t got a fuckin disc, why the fuck you think we got a fuckin disc?” I asked, he wiped his eyes removing the blood from his face.
“Because.” Was all he answered before (y/n) whiled his face with the gun,”fuckin shit. Look…just let me go, I won’t- I won’t say anything.” Ash and (y/n) looked over at me and (y/n) made a motion for us to follow.
“Don’t you dare Fuckin move.” (y/n) threatened him begire she walked away. we went into the first room we found and closed the door, it was an office.
“Why does he think we got a disc? The fuck we need a disc for?” Ash asked.
“Because it’s got child porn on it.” (y/n) said,” that coukd ruin his life if it ever got out or got found.”
“Aight so what we gon do? We can’t just let him walk, he’ll probably snitch.” Ash said.
“Worse comes to worse you kill him, we hide his body like we did with mouse, sell his truck and use the money to pay the mortgage.” I said.
“Let’s let him walk for now, but…he’s gotta leave all of us alone, I’m talking Rue, Jules, You, ash, me, all of us. Him and his boy can’t come around askin questions or shit, Nate looks at anyone the wrong way it’s Cals life.” I shrugged my shoulders in agreement.
“Is that thing even loaded?” I asked ash.
“No but he don’t know that.” He sassed back.
“Mine is, come on.” (y/n) started walking but I stopped her.
“How we know he ain’t gon talk?” I asked.
“This bitch is a gay man living a straight man’s life, he’s Fuckin minors and recording it, and we know. I don’t think he’s gonna talk if he knows what’s good for him.” She opened the door and walked out.
“Now that, is a women.” Ash walked out right after her and I followed.
We walked back into the living room, seeing Faye with her head in the couch and Cal with a bloody ass head.
“I’m so confused.” He muttered.
“You’re confused? Shit man we all are.”Ash said.
“Aight man, we gon let you walk, under one condition.” He looked at me,”you gotta tell your boy to stop coming around and messin with my friend and shit, and you too. We don’t wanna see either of you at the shop, around here, and if I see Nate’s talk ass at a party in at…happy New Years bitch.”
“Fine,” he agreed, “I’ll make sure of it…can I go now?” He asked.
“Escort his ass outta here Ash.” I said and he pulled him out of the seat and pushed him forward leading him by the front of the shotgun taking him down the hall.
“Wow, you’re a bad ass Bitch” Faye slurred at (y/n).
“Thank you Faye.” (Y/n) smiled, she out the gun down on the table close to where Cal was sitting and then she sat down in the chair.
“So he’s gay?” I asked and (y/n) nodded.
“Uh-huh sorta.that’s what Jules told me.”
“Now this seems like a hate crime.”
#euphoria#fezco euphoria#fezco fanfic#cal jacobs#ashtray euphoria#faye euphoria#euphoria fic#euphoria fandom#Gegewrites
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