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whatgaviiformes · 3 years ago

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Fic: Lord Gordon’s Reel

Summary: Summer, 1768. Virgil finds his best inspiration at sea. A Thunderteers Story Characters: Gordon (10), Virgil (13), Scott (16) Genre: Fluff (with an angsty end) Tags: Wee!Tracys, Privateers!AU Words: 2,800 Warnings: Alcohol, Drinking

A/N: There is, in fact, a Lord Gordon’s Reel that prompted this story, though it is a traditional tune, popularized in the 20th century with a five part version recorded by fiddler, Michael Coleman. I’ve been listening to this version by Ciaran Tourish. YT | Spotify . Enjoy!

The story in full is below, but if you enjoy, please consider checking out also at Ao3 | FF More of the Privateers!AU is available here

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Lord Gordon’s Reel

Atlantic Ocean, Summer 1768

Virgil finds his best inspiration at sea. Although he is still supposed to be shadowing the ship’s physician and writing an essay at the end of the summer about his practical learnings aboard his father’s ship, the time away from his rigorous tutoring gives him the space to think. Quite literally, as there’s nothing but sea swells in every direction.

To some that might be terrifying. But Virgil, like his brothers, and his father, and his father before him, has the sea running in his blood. Time at sea is strenuous in ways he would never have experienced as a doctor locked in by land, but it’s invigorating, and relaxing, and rewarding.

He loves it.

The ship means family. One of the deckhands, Elias, plays fife in the evenings when he’s not working on someone’s ink, or his own. The open wound concerns Virgil, but the art fascinates him, and he might include his observations in his essay. Scott, when he’s not in lessons with his tutor or their father, spends his evening playing dice with Benji, their helmsman, down in the galley. Gordon, the little spitfire of a toddler he remembers pulling at the material of their mother’s dress to let her know he wanted to be held closer to the sunshine, has grown into boyhood and follows Scott around like he’s his hero. When he’s not spending time with Scott in lessons, Gordon spends every other waking moment with the deckhands among the ship.

The memory of their mother gives Virgil pause, taken too soon from this life with the birth of little Alan. The boys all went to live with their grandmother then, and he loved her dearly, though perhaps not her hardtack. But their grandmother couldn’t pick up her grandsons after a few years, and so Gordon found a new way to chase the sun, following after his father and oldest brother to reach towards the light with sails instead.

Maybe in another life, Virgil would’ve joined their father on the ship when he reached the right age too. Maybe John would have. But John always had his head even further beyond the clouds towards the stars, and Virgil, instead of playing with dice or cards as a youth, brought the apocalypse of destruction to their household – until his family realized he was able to put whatever he destroyed back together again, better than before. Both of them had shown an early aptitude for maths and sciences, and so tutors were brought in, they started their education, and the rest, as they say, is history.

So, the sea gives him breath, moments to feel, to listen. Slowly, after a few days away from the hustle and bustle of the city, the immense pressure of his schooling, finding the right descriptive words for his letters, he finds himself able to create again.

Little doodles that lay dormant as he resisted the urge and focused his quill on writing words came bursting to life in his journals under graphite pencils and in the margins of his reports on the fauna of the places they traveled.

Music started with their structured morning chants lead by the deckhands and Virgil would follow along, until notes filled in around the chanties and the tune in his mind was something different altogether.

Classically trained, the first time he pulled a downward stroke on his violin with the bite of a fiddle it had been while at sea. Fiddling was a technique, not an instrument, so his lines of rigidity fell away the more he found the appropriate bite to enhance his sound. He lost none of his posture but learned to sway, to dance with the motion of the bow.

Like the stars flickering in to welcome the moon, grace notes started twinkling in his mind, filling the page of notes that only existed in his muscle memory. Dolphins arched through the water, chasing them as they sailed, and he heard double stops, two notes at once working in tandem. His sea songs had movement, like the roll of the waves and with an underlying pulse, beating to connect everyone to the rhythm.

And then he learned to move his fingers at a speed beyond beat.

While the melody was there, the layers changed, the swing evolved, and the song in the end was never the same song twice. And sometimes the sea gave him fresh inspiration, which the others called improvisation, but what he called magic.

That was her gift to him.

~*~

Gordon lives for summer.

It wasn’t just because the days were longer, the sway of the wind warmer and softer against his cheeks, but because his brothers joined the crew. The closer they approached the port in New York - home his father called it, but it hadn’t felt like Gordon’s home in a long time – the more Scott started to join him with the crew, would play games, and sing, and he smiled, like he hadn’t in ages.

Gordon hated when Scott stopped smiling, so Gordon lives for summer because it’s when his brother is at his happiest. All of them were happier really.

Most days, the stories he made up of the shells in his collection would cheer his oldest brother up. Other times, he’d climb into the bunk beside him and pretend he was the one that needed comfort. The worst days, Scott being Scott tried not to let Gordon see, smiling despite himself with Gordon’s attempts to cheer him up, but the light would never reach his eyes.

Gordon was quite young when their mother passed away, but not too young to forget the tragedy. He remembers that his father and oldest brother were at sea, and that Scott was only a bit above Gordon’s age, when Alan came into the world.

Gordon was smart enough to know that his brother carried their family back home on his shoulders, a never-ending worry that when they reached New York, their life would shatter again, that they would only just start to feel the ripple of anguish again over something awful, terrible, that happened while they were away and unable to be there. They’d found out via a letter.

Gordon will never tell him that at age five, he remembers most clearly his older brother, Virgil, crying out first for Momma, and then Scotty.

The loss scarred Scott, and approaching port, having his brothers near him –

It filled Scott with light again.

Gordon wished Scott could be that relaxed all the time, but what does he know? He’s still just a young midshipman, and his father tells him frequently just to “focus on your studies, little fish.” And he’s the Captain so he has to listen, but he thinks maybe if Scott hadn’t been told to focus on his studies all the time, it would bring that smile out more often.

He tells Virgil none of this. They’re “resting” in the officer’s quarters, just them two. At twilight, its John’s hour, and their brother has long left the cabin and begun pouring his head over star maps with their Dad’s hired navigator. A shrill melody drifts their way from the fo’c’sle as the day crew settles in for the evening. With this many aboard, they’ve started utilizing the bunks in the officers’ quarters, and Gordon’s moved his stuff to the top bunk, more accustomed to compensating if the ship lurches. Virgil, who sleeps like a rock, will have less distance to fall in the lower bunk below him.

He’s leaning over the bottom of his bed, so that his hands dangle over the side above Virgil’s face. The blood rushes to his head as he thinks about Scott, but instead rambles about everything else.

He hasn’t seen Virgil in months. So instead, he tells him that he lives for summer and he’s excited to have him and John aboard again, and that he thinks honorifics are stupid, because he wants to be able to just call Scotty, “Scott” and not “Master Scott.” And while they are at it, the crew still calls him “Young Master Gordon,” and he hates both the reminder of his age and the honorific.

“What would you rather be called?” Virgil asks. His sketch journal is open but facing downward over his chest, and Virgil twiddles with the graphite pencil as he looks up at Gordon with amused brown eyes. “Captain Squid?”

Gordon huffs. He’d prefer Gordon. “I don’t want Captain,” he shakes off. “Too much responsibility.”

“Lord Gordon?” Virgil offers, his eyes smiling.

“Hmm.” He’s not one for Lord and Ladies, and usually ‘lord’ indicates an ownership of land, and land is something he definitely does not need. “Gordon, Lord of the Sea.”

Virgil laughs.

Because Virgil’s hair is right there under his fingertips, Gordon twists at one of the dark strands.

“Stop that!” Virgil says. But he’s still laughing, so Gordon giggles too and doesn’t stop. The journal falls to Virgil’s right as he turns to swat at Gordon’s hands.

He swats back a few times, but eventually his head starts to feel light from his position, so Gordon flings himself back over the side of the bunk. Once he’s upright, he curls to his side, and his face hurts from smiling so hard. Below him Virgil’s laugh fades, but he can hear the remaining grin through the wood.

“Lord of annoyance, more like,” Virgil protests.

And Gordon beams. He loves that.

~*~

In the morning, Scott makes coffee.

He makes coffee because Virgil likes coffee. The process is involved because he’s required to roast the beans, then grind them using the mortar and pestle, and then finally boil the water and let the powder infuse before he can even get a cup. There’s got to be a better way to filter out the grounds, though, because the spout of their coffee pot just doesn’t do enough.

That’s the part of the coffee he could do without, and why, on most days, Scott prefers tea.

As the aroma of the beans wafts up, sound drifts down, muted and woody through the floorboards above. There’s no stifling it; the galley is right below their quarters.

Virgil doesn’t know, but there’s a special part of his heart Scott keeps locked and protected with his brother’s music.

Scott doesn’t have the quick ingenuity to fiddle the way Virgil does. His cello, which sits between his legs, is just a bit on the large side for such music too. Though the image is a funny one, and he can’t help but wryly smirk while watching the pot do nothing.

Music is supposed to help with math, he’s told. That’s why his father encouraged him to start playing, but he kept at it because somewhere in the notes he feels his brother with him. And rarely, in the summer weeks, everything clicks into place, and they can play together.

The sound stops, and Scott, with his knowledge of the ship, can follow his brother’s footsteps as he makes his way down to the galley, no doubt drawn by the promise of the dark bean water he liked so much.

He’s already laid out some jam and toast for him, and he sets the coffee in a cup on the table as Virgil joins him. Virgil is taller than he remembers, his shoulders filled out and still not finished growing.

“I’m to shadow you today,” he grumbles, low and distracted. He doesn’t seem thrilled, but Virgil is pre-coffee, Scott acknowledges. And clearly still lost in creation, judging by the quick, successive tapping on the wooden table.

“Don’t seem so glum,” Scott smiles. “I’m working on my studies today. Dad is giving you a break this morning. I do have the afternoon checks later so you’ll want to join the Doctor.”

Virgil nods, letting the coffee do its work to wake him up. “Sorry. Thanks for the brew, Scotty. Master Scott,” he corrects, and he laughs into his coffee like there’s a joke there.

Scott raises an eyebrow.

“Just thinking about something Gordon said last night.”

“Oh? Want to share? Gordon says a lot of things.” Ten going on fifteen, their Squid.

Scott is rewarded with a gleam of brown eyes and a mischievous grin, and Virgil looks all too much like their younger brother in that moment.

Later, Scott joins Gordon on deck with a hushed, “as you were, Lord Gordon.”

~*~

“Master Scotty” takes off in retaliation. Virgil, with no responsibility aboard the ship is called Master by the crew for his ties to their father, but his brothers are not required to toss titles around him. That makes him a prime target for the wilder of Gordon and Scott’s names. He doesn’t mind when “Count Coffee” sticks. John rolls his eyes at “Dipper Duke” which Virgil thinks is a bit of a stretch when they can just sing any of the “Johnny” seas songs at him to get a reaction.

And he does, frequently.

Their father puts a stop to it once he overhears Gordon whispering to Scott, “Sovereign Serious.”

It’s a bit too late for Gordon though. As private as they tried to be with their joke, the crew had already started to pick up on Master Gordon, Lord of the Sea and Irritation, and though they would never actually call him by that name, the title was thrown around between the brothers with a laugh joined by others.

But just because their father said no, doesn’t exactly mean any of them stop right away.

They are on the main deck and Scott has Gordon upside down when Virgil names the song he’s been gifted by the waves of the sea. His eldest brother is holding on to the boy’s squirming legs, and golden hair falls like it’s being pulled straight towards the deck. Scott cackles, his eyes crinkling with mirth, and Gordon, his face turning red, strains against the hold, laughing through the breathlessness.

“Sco-ott,” he hoots, “Put – me – down!”

In that moment, as if she wanted to be part of it, the sea sends them a wave that tosses the ship on the landing and rocks Scott off balance. He lands on his rear, Gordon lands on top of him, and Virgil holds his hand up to his mouth to keep from laughing in front of their father, who just shakes his head. But he’s smiling too, biting at his lip, and, when they both realize that they were trying to keep composure, all semblance of it is lost.

That. That right there is the brightness he’s had flitting about his mind the past few days. The laughter fills in the grace notes.

~*~

The first time Virgil plays “Lord Gordon’s Reel” outside the ship is in a coffee house and tavern in New York, deep in the bleakness of winter when he’s just finished a paper that’s absorbed most of his energy for the past few months. He’s missing his family, and the notes don’t carry right over saltless air, his fingers don’t move as quickly without the waves at his feet, but the folks in the tavern politely clap along well enough at the violin prodigy quaintly playing fiddle tunes behind their political discussions.

~*~

It’s years later and they are in Charleston the first time he hears “Lord Gordon’s Reel” played by someone else, passed along via attuned ears from port to port.

Parts have evolved over musicians, and the grace notes aren’t made from his family’s laughter anymore, but the core is the same. They sit in the tavern of the inn Scott booked for them for a few weeks, wide eyed because that’s his tune.

“Is that—” Scott growls beside him, deep and low in his throat. He throws back a little too much scotch and coughs because he already knows the answer.

It’s the first time Virgil has stepped away from Gordon’s bedside since they landed in town, with the once bright-eyed sailor barely clinging to life in the practice down the street belonging to one of Virgil associates. Brains is eccentric, but brilliant, and Virgil trusts him with his life. He trusts him with his brother’s.

But the song carries the ghost of his brother’s laughter. Virgil rubs his hand over his watery eyes. He doesn’t answer Scott, he can’t with how hard his heart is pounding for Gordon. It’s Scott that gets up first, with a wooden screech as he pushes his chair back, cutting through the song with the tumult of a tortured soul.

The sea and her tricks, Virgil thinks, wearily. He throws his whiskey back, then knocks the bottom of the glass against the table with a dull clink, feeling utterly spent and as empty as the glass by the time the song comes to a close. The End

#Gavii Scribit #Thunderteers Verse #Thunderteers #Privateers!AU #Thunderbirds fanfiction #Gordon Tracy #Virgil Tracy #For the love of FishTank #Scott Tracy #Scott's not Captain yet #Wee!Tracys #Thunderbirds are go

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happyselves · 4 years ago

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Wine { Daniel Ricciardo x reader one shot }

You were invited to a garden party, one of your neighbours was throwing one for the launch of his wine or something, you heard of it before receiving the invite in your mailbox. Weird cause you didn't really known anyone here since you just got here and that neighbour, he was never here but you know from his house that he was rich as fuck.

Anyways you weren't planning on going but free food convinced you, but what to wear now ... to a garden party ? At 7pm ... who does that ? He must be an arrogant prick. You were torn between a sexy dress or a chill outfit ... and you end up with a combination of both, a sexy top and a chill pants . You didn't forget your purse and took your keys, do you really want to drive there ? Well no you were living next door but you did make the walk barefoot cause you didn't want to have sore feet already.

You arrived at your destination and entered the huge house and gave your invitation to a security guy, he did look at you with questioning eyes cause first you still weren't wearing your shoes and secondly you weren't really the type of guest this reception was expecting. What the fuck were you doing here plus more you were actually looking more you didn't see any other neighbour that you recognize.( you didn't know them personal but you always greet them when you see them )

Your shoes back on you start to look around, pretty decoration, very aesthetic and very chic but simple, a bit like yours but you could see some helmets and paintings of cars ? Super cars like the one being driven on circuit ... Formula 1 it was called ... ohhh that would explain a lot about your neighbour ... he must be a F1 driver then. The curiosity was growing inside of you, you knew Lewis Hamilton from this sport, you mean ... knowing is a big word, you've heard his name and saw a picture of him from one of your friends somewhere. If all the drivers were as handsome as Hamilton then your neighbour was getting interesting. What was his name again dammit.

You found the food and took some, not too much to not sound like a bizarre person, you were already underdressed and you were alone, that does look suspect. Socializing wasn't really your forte but some of the guests came to talk to you, they were wearing chill outfits like yours, you felt relief in your heart, like a big weight lifting up, those you will stick to them all evening that was decided. They were his friend to that mysterious guy that you only remember the first letter D. So the friends of D were making you feel at home and asking you random stuff not pressuring you but making you feel so comfortable, so maybe D will not be a prick after all if his friends are this nice. One of his friends, Scott, directed you towards the true star of the party .... THE WINE !!

As soon as you tested it your taste buds went into paradise, the sweet texture, the raspberry taste that was prominent, you liked it right away and wanted to have more. During the whole evening you end up maybe drinking more than you should have and food wasn't making it better. You weren't drunk like a crazy drunk. You just felt more relaxed and laughed with D' friends until you excused yourself because you wanted some water and there was none in the living room. Scott points at you in the direction of the kitchen and tells him you will be back in a sec. His friends were so nice and it felt like you've always known them, they have the same vibe as you and you were already planning on seeing them again this week.

What was strange is that after all this time you still haven't seen the host of the evening, you thought he was speaking with everyone but you would have met by now, you were with his friend after all.

In your thought, the glass of wine in your hand you didn't see the tall person in front of you as you entered the kitchen and kinda crashed into him, the glass of wine ruining his cream pullover. Fuck ... you watch the red spot trying to clean it but you made it worse.

You : Oh I'm so sorry I was in my thoughts, my lord come down here.

You close your fist on his pull and bring him towards the sink without even looking at him or asking him if it was okay. The dude just follows you without complaining, you turn the water, get the closest thing you could get to help and clean it. You were so focused on the spot that you didn't notice he had put his hands on your arms, very warm hands and his chest was firm.

You : Nah take it off I won't be able to take the wine off on you.

Stranger : It's okay really

You hear his voice for the first time and what a voice, sweet like honey but deep as well, from what you could pick from it, he feels amused. You finally look up to see your interlocutor's face and you stay shocked at his, you couldn't react, you froze literally and your cheek went red ... he was handsome and you had way too many glasses of alcohol to behave like a normal being without being embarrassing. Trying your best to put some composure on you but of course he noticed it.

Stranger : We should introduce each other before you take off my clothes, don't you think ? He joked

You throw your name so quickly which made him giggle.

Stranger : Hi nice to meet I'm Daniel

He tried to shake your hand and that's where it hit you, Daniel !! Your neighbour Daniel, the host, the one with the wine !!! You were freaking out in your head but shook his hand

You : Oh I see, I was wondering where the host of the evening was, but I see hiding in the kitchen.

Dan : And I was wondering where the neighbour that my friend kept talking about was and invited me.

You were feeling the alcohol in you taking the place and you knew that the next phrase coming out of you will be out of character.

You : Well if I knew that you were this handsome and hiding here I would have come get water much sooner.

It was his turn to feel shy and scratch his hand, looking away from you he cleared his throat.

Dan : Well I know that's kinda impolite of me to not be with my guest but I've been on the phone all evening, it wasn't planned at all. I'm sorry, am I a bad neighbour ?

You : Don't apologize and you don't have to explain yourself, you are a busy man after all from what I saw. But not to sound too neat freak, your pull over might be ruined. I should be the one apologizing for that.

Dan : Oh it's okay it's not like it was my only clothes.

And with that he took it off, finally you whispered in your head, or by the face he just made you think it was in your head. Damnit ... again not in your head freaking wine

Dan : Ah I see you liked the wine ? I will give you some bottles then, free of charge in the house cause I'm a terrible host.

You both went silent, it wasn't awkward but he was curious about you and why you were looking at his chest like that ... he was wearing a white tee shirt underneath, not like he was naked.

For you it was the layered gold necklaces that threw you off, you loved men wearing jeweled jewelry especially because you had a thing for neck, large neck and god damn that an F1 driver had to have a large neck. You snapped out of it, almost feeling dizzy.

You : Wooo I'm sorry I zoned out ... I think it's the wine, I'm not a bad drinker but the raspberry touch in was my favorite.

You didn't notice you were getting closer to him, like night butterflies attracted to light, your hands were moving on their own, putting the wet tissue you had in one of your hands since you started cleaning his shirt, on the counter and bringing it to his necklaces playing with it. Daniel didn't move, he couldn't. It was like a flash of lightning was striking him down on his feet. He was looking at you helplessly, catching the counter with his hand to keep you both balanced cause he felt like his legs were about to give him up at this instant. That were he takes the time to admire you, how beautiful you were with that sunset lightning hitting you

from the window. His secondhand automatically pushed away the hair that was stopping him to look at your pretty face.

You : I don't know what's happening, you breath out

He heard you thought

Dan : I don't know either but it's not like I want to stop.

You lock eyes with each other and in a last movement you close your fingers against his necklaces, bringing him closer to you, collapsing your lips together, the taste of wine was intoxicating. He responds to your kiss instantly, slowly catching your lips and making you forget every kiss you had before him. You both were in sync, kissing slowly but deeply that it was sloppy. His hands were now on your hip, not letting you go and you were glad anyway cause you just couldn't have enough of this man. The romantic kiss turns to a more ferocious one, bringing teeth and tongue to the party. He was making you moan at every chance he gets cause it was already obsessed with the sound that was leaving your body. You were soon out of breath and had to make your lungs full of oxygens again so you were the first to break the kiss not without having him complaining with a groan.

Your eyes still close, you take a huge amount of air.

You : That was ...

You didn't had the time to finish

Dan : Unexpected

You both : but so good

You both opened your eyes at the same time, they were different from earlier, dark and full of lust for each other.

After a little while catching your breath you were both fighting the urge to kiss again but control yourself.

Dan : Well I'm so glad my friend invited you, they said I needed to know my neighbours, I thought they would invite everyone but I guess they only saw you.

You : Well I'm glad to have forced myself to come even if I didn't want to.

You both laughed and his hands joined yours on the counter, first caressing your skin before intertwining your fingers.

Dan : So do you think it would be impolite of me to just tell everyone to leave ?

That picked the curiosity in you

You : Perhaps yes, since you didn't even show up but I might have an idea.

Dan : I'm listening ...

You : You could simply eclipse yourself by the back door with a couple of wine bottles and I join you outside so we can go to my place and finish whatever is going on between us right now.

Dan : Ouuhhh I dig that plan a lot.

He quickly catch oyu lips before leaving them again

Dan : Meet you outside at 5 ?

You : Yes

You find your best lie to excuse yourself from Daniel's friends, telling them that the wine was getting into your head and that you needed to go home, it wasn't technically a lie though. Of course they ask you if you needed someone to come with you until you're home safe but you reassure them that it was only 200meters away and they let you go.

You felt like a teenager again, meeting Daniel outside of his own house, ruining as quick as you could to go back to your house and spend the most scandalous night you ever experienced with a man.

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sincerelyasomebody · 5 years ago

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Happy Go Lucky || Jose "Sad Eyes" Guzman

(GIF: @merakiaes)

A/N: Shoutout to @multiyfandomgirl40 and @firebenderwolf for making me do a taglist. I'm still in awe that people enjoy the fics I write. Be sure to check out their fics (or re-read them), you won't regret it! Grammatical errors are to be expected. Spanish Translations below, let me know if there are any errors.

Characters/Pairing(s): Sad Eyes x Reader ☆ OCs (readers best friends)

Summary: Wine just brings out a different side of (Y/N). Not that her boyfriend is complaining.

Warnings: fluff, language, references to smut, tipsy reader

Word Count: 1638

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The Mean Girls credits rolled onto the screen, so (Y/N) tossed the remote to Kyra as she got up and walked into the kitchen. Opening up the fridge, she looked through the selection Maelyse had brought with her. Unsure of what to get, Joy popped up beside her and grabbed the Merlot. (Y/N) shrugged her shoulders and decided to grab the rest of the snacks instead.

Tomorrow, the tight knit group of friends would officially have a wife among them. They were all excited for the big day, especially the bride to be Maelyse. The past few months had all of them busy. However, through it all, they all remained level-headed and it solidified Mae's choice in choosing them to be her bridesmaids. Instead of going to celebrate her last night of being a fiancé out in the city, Mae decided on having a quiet night in.

Each of them had their own rooms within the suite, but chose to all camp out in the living room for the night.

"How are you feeling?" (Y/N) asked Mae as she placed the snacks on the coffee table that had been pushed to the side.

She smiled, "great."

Joy shook her head, "and to think you getting married is because Scott sent a text to the wrong number.

"I wouldn't say it was wrong," Mae flashed her engagement ring, "after all he ended up with the right woman."

(Y/N) and Joy both awed, while Kyra scoffed.

"Okay, enough of the cheesiness, y'all know I'm lactose intolerant," everyone laughed at her, "let's give a toast for wrong numbers."

"To wrong numbers!"

They all raised their wine glasses, clinked them together and took a drink. When (Y/N) placed her glass down, she noticed a notification pop up on her screen. With the quick flash she smiled down at her screensaver. A photo of her and Jose sitting on a mat with a picnic basket and a bouquet of daffodils beside them. (Y/N) leaning back into his embrace and Jose wrapping his arms around her.

He had set his phone up to "capture the moment", he had told her. (Y/N) didn't really suspect anything of it considering she loved a good photo op. She remembered that day so clearly, as it was when Jose officially asked her to be his girlfriend. Bringing the bouquet of daffodils to symbolise the new beginning for both of them.

Kyra noticed (Y/N) staring at her phone and nudged her shoulder playfully, "is somebody missing their novio?"

"Shut up," she replied.

Mae laughed, "he's coming tomorrow, right?"

(Y/N) nodded, "yeah, he'll be there."

She was happy that Jose would join her. It would be the first event they'd be attending as a couple – Santos parties and dinners with her family didn't really count. Plus she was extremely excited to see him dressed up.

Joy smiled and grabbed some Doritos to munch on, "Nana Julie is gonna be disappointed when she finds out you're in a relationship. She's been trying to set you up with Carlos for years."

"Accepting the ring pop in front of her was the beginning of her attempts of getting the two of you together," Mae piped up.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, "we were seven."

Kyra smirked, "my favourite part was when you found out he gave Vivian a ring pop the day before and told him you weren't a homewrecker," she laughed.

"That just showed how committed I was, even back then," she replied, "I kinda felt bad after I stuck the ring pop in his hair. He had to shave it all off 'cause Nana Julie ended up giving him a bald spot when she ripped it out."

They continued to drink, eat and talk. Laughing at the memories they created with each other and cringing when they talked about their awkward teenage years. All of which they agreed they were happy they were no longer living through it.

On the other side of town, Jose was chilling in his apartment. He wasn't really doing anything, other than making sure his outfit for Mae's wedding was put away nicely. He had just come back from his mother's house 'cause he needed help ironing it. While she was ironing, she kept talking about how proud she was of him for finding (Y/N). He laughed when she began to hint at grandchildren. His response was if it happened, it happened. Although, he already knew that (Y/N) was the only woman he ever pictured having kids with.

Closing his closet door, he moved from his bedroom into the hallway. His mind on (Y/N) and hoping she was having a blast with her girls. When he began dating her, her friends were a bit apprehensive due to his association with the Santos. However, when they realised he actually cared for (Y/N) they eased up. Now, whenever he saw them there wasn't any awkwardness.

Before he reached the kitchen, he felt a vibration against his thigh. Confused, he pulled out his phone and saw (Y/N)'s contact name pop up. With a smile, he quickly answered, "Hola, querida."

"Ooooh did you hear that girls? Did. You. Fucking. Hear. My. Man? I don't think you did. He spoke Spanish! Fuck he sounds so sexy –" was all Jose heard before a bunch of giggles muffled his girlfriend's voice. He couldn't help but chuckle, quickly figuring out that he was on speaker and (Y/N) was tipsy (if her slightly slurred rambling was anything to go by). A loud shushing noise was followed by more rambling, "– like… he's just so ‐‐ urg! He's a snack… no h-he's more than that he's breakfast… and lunch… and dinner. Yeah! Breakfast, lunch, dinner. Wait, no… uh, what's that place – buffet! He's. A. Fucking. Buffet! Yes, he is. And I'll gladly eat all day long."

Jose smirked, "you're everything and more bebe."

"Oh shit, I forgot I was on the phone," she giggled, "hey, baby! I love you!" She let out a heavy sigh, "I miss you! Can I see you? I wanna see you."

Never being able to deny her of anything, he quickly ended their call and switched to FaceTime. He only waited for a few seconds before (Y/N)'s face popped up, practically covering the screen. Jose laughed as she grinned widely, before shuffling back allowing him to see her surrounded by her best friends. All of whom were wearing matching pink pajama sets, except for Maelyse whose set was white. They all waved, Jose nodding back at them.

"Isn't he handsome?" (Y/N) glanced over her shoulder, "and he's mine." She sighed happily focusing back on the screen. "I love you!"

He smiled, "I love you too, bebe." His eyes spotted some wine glasses in the background with snacks. "You seem to be having a great time."

"The bestest time ever!" She cheered, the girls cheering alongside her. "We're getting wine drunk and eating all the snacks. But, I wanna see you," she pouted.

"Don't make that face," he sighed, "you're seeing me now, bebe."

"It's not the same… I want you here!" She huffed.

He raised an eyebrow, "(Y/N)."

"Ooooh, you called me (Y/N)." Her eyes widened, "you must mean business," she giggled. "I like it when you say my name… especially when you're –"

"Baby," this time his eyes widened.

The girls in the background fell over each other laughing, while (Y/N) looked at them confused. This made Joy laugh harder. Maelyse leaned over and whispered in her ear. (Y/N) bit her lip, causing Kyra to wrap her arms around her shoulders and scream about 'the baby not being as innocent as everyone thought'. Shaking her head, she turned back to the screen and shrugged her shoulders.

"I meant when you're sleepy 'cause your voice gets even sexier," she explained, "but… yeah, when we're doing stuff too. I really like that part."

The way she said it so nonchalantly made Jose snort and shake his head. His girl was something else. The camera shifted to show off a pile of blankets and pillows, before revealing her nude painted toenails. He patiently waited until (Y/N)'s face came back on the screen and once it did, she was laying on a bed.

"I can't wait to see you all dressed up," she commented, "like – fuck, you're already the sexiest man. But… imagining you in a suit and tie is doing things to me."

He smirked, "is that right?"

Biting her lip, she nodded, "yeah… a whole lot of things," she glanced over her phone before back at the screen, "after the wedding is when the real fun starts."

"I look forward to it."

"You should 'cause I brought your favourite set with me, so I can wear it underneath my dress."

"Baby, don't do that to me," he groaned.

"Sorry not sorry," she giggled.

They chatted a bit more until Mae called out for (Y/N) that it was time to say goodbye and get back to celebrating. At the same time Oso gestured towards Jose that he was needed. With a reluctant sigh from both of them, they smiled at each other.

"Looks like we've both gotta go, querida," he told her, "but I'll see you tomorrow, okay? Do you need me to bring anything to the hotel?"

"Can I have some (fast food) for breakfast?"

He laughed, "of course baby, anything else?"

She shook her head, "no that's it," she blew him a kiss, "I really gotta go now 'cause I can hear Mae calling my full name," she huffed, "I love you!"

"I love you too, baby."

Once they hung up, they both had the same thought; morning couldn't come soon enough.

-♤ - ♡ - ◇ - ♧ -

Spanish Translation(s):

Novio - boyfriend

Hola, querida - hello, honey

Bebe - baby

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high-functioning-lokipath · 4 years ago

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Midnight In Paris - Scott x Reader (Surprise Character x Reader) - Words: 2418

You sat down at your computer with a sigh. You really needed to edit your post for today and reply to a few asks that had backed up on your Tumblr page. But instead you decided to work on a new project. You looked at your desk and nodded approvingly. "Ok! Coffee, music, blank document, photos from when I was 7, and photos from last summer. Ready!"

And that's why birds do it, bees do it

Even educated fleas do it

Let's do it, let's fall in love

Y/N took a deep breath as she stepped off the plane in Paris. She'd been here once before as a little girl but those memories had faded and the magic of Paris had been lost. "This I do remember," She muttered, crinkling her nose as the pungent smell of jet fuel filled her nostrils. She rushed through the airport wanting to get to her sightseeing plans as soon as possible. The hotel she'd made reservations at was small but quant. After checking out the room, dropping off her luggage, and freshening up a bit, she headed out into the city just in time to catch the golden sunset reflecting across the elegant architecture.

As she walked up and down cafe lined streets and avenues dotted with interesting shops, she couldn't help but wish she could have seen Paris in what's been called its heyday. Y/N laughed at her own line of thought, remembering the lesson of the movie she'd watched not 3 nights before. Midnight In Paris was one of her favorite movies. And it had one of her favorite actors too. Even if his screen time in it totalled only about 5 minutes and 34 seconds. https://youtu.be/yIcTbQj4bZw

Eventually, dinner time came so she stopped in a small cafe/bar to order a meal. "Mercí," She told the waiter after being seated. She decided to order some wine too, of course.

"Bonne nuit, Mademoiselle," Someone called out to her as she left the restaurant hours later. The wine had left Y/N substantially more tipsy than she expected after only a few glasses.

As she made her way back to the hotel, she giggled, thinking of the movie once again as a nearby clock struck twelve and marked a new day. Shaking her head, she told herself, "It's just a movie. Things like that don't happen in real life."

"Pardonnez-moi, mademoiselle," A gentleman exclaimed, stumbling out of what seemed to be a small nightclub and bumping into her, knocking her to the ground.

"No problem," She replied, dusting herself off and standing. Glancing inside the bar, she saw it had an oddly warm and inviting atmosphere for such a loud place. Deciding that the night was still young, she walked in.

"Hello!" A young lady with a heavy southern American accent exclaimed, walking up to her. The air was smokey and there was an old song playing that Y/N knew she recognized but couldn't quite place. "Well don't you look different! Wearin' pants to a party like this! Don't worry, darlin'! You look just fine!" Y/N nodded silently, shocked at the woman's reaction.

"Women have been wearing pants for decades now!" Y/N thought to herself.

"Are you alright, darlin'?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Y/N replied quickly. She suddenly realized who the young woman was. Or at least looked like. "Pardon my confusion, but I'm afraid I had a bit more wine with my dinner than I had planned." She chuckled lightly and shook her head, trying to clear her mind.

"Nothing to apologize for," a man spoke up from behind her. "Zelda has a way about her that does that to people regardless of their sobriety." Y/N turned around and fought the urge to gasp in surprise. "Scott Fitzgerald," He said, holding out his hand. "A pleasure to meet you!" She reached out and shook his hand.

"Nice to meet you too," She replied with a grin, seemingly unable to look away. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. It was just like the movie! "I'm Y/N," she finally said, still smiling at Scott.

"Well, I'll be off then. I've spotted quite a few interesting pursuits for the night, so," Zelda said with a smirk. "I'll be off!"

"Just be home at a reasonable-and she's gone," Scott sighed. He chuckled awkwardly and took a slow drag from his already lit cigarette. "My sister is bound to drive me to insanity one day!"

"Your sister?" Y/N exclaimed. Scott nodded, eyes lit up with amusement. They both laughed loudly and Y/N shook her head. "You do know most everyone else thinks you're married!"

"I have noticed people tend to assume that," He chuckled, leading her towards another group of people. "I'd like you to meet some friends of mine," He said. As Y/N followed him around the room, she found herself mostly stunned into silence at seeing each face that she'd come to know from rewatching Midnight In Paris a million times. She took a sip from the drink that had somehow found its way into her hands and glanced around the room as Scott was busy talking with someone she couldn't remember the name of.

"There's no way this is happening," She muttered to herself hours later. Laughing quietly, she shook her head. "I probably hit my head on the pavement and am having a concussion-induced/Paris-induced dream. And the wine probably didn't help. That's got to be it! Well, perhaps I should wake myself up now," She reasoned. Squinting at a clock, she figured the sun should be rising soon so she started making her way to the door.

"Leaving so soon?" Scott asked, grabbing her arm before she walked out.

"Yes," She sighed. "It was wonderful meeting you, Scott. Thank you for a lovely evening."

"Will you be around tomorrow? There's another party."

"I'll try to make it," Y/N replied, not wanting to disappoint him even if it was a dream. "Goodbye, Scott," She smiled. Gathering her courage, she stood on her tip-toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She turned away quickly and ran out the door. In her rush, she stumbled on an uneven part of the sidewalk and fell down.

"Are you ok?" A young lady asked a few moments later. Y/N looked up at the stranger and nodded embarrassedly.

"Yes, I just," she stopped mid-sentence when she turned and saw the bar she'd just walked out of was completely empty. "I just tripped," she said slowly. "Um, thank you."

"No problem," The girl smiled. "Au revoir!" She called out, continuing on her way.

Y/N went back to her hotel and took a brief nap to refresh herself for the day. Eventually, she put the night's events aside mentally and moved on with her plans. That is until she found 'the dress'. She was passing a line of boutiques and in the window of the last one was a Y/F/C 1920's style drop waist dress. It even had a matching hat and purse. Half an hour later, Y/N found herself back in the hotel room trying to get her makeup just right to match the outfit.

"I don't know what I'm doing," She told herself as she walked back to where she'd been the night before. Sitting on a bench across the street, she waited. For what exactly, she was not sure, but she knew she had to wait. Soon enough, the clock struck 12 midnight and, just like in the movie, an old car made its way down the street. Y/N was so distracted trying to look inside the vehicle that she didn't notice the change across the street.

"Y/N! Y/N, you came back!" Scott yelled as he and a few others came out of the bar. She ran across the street now that the car had passed to meet up with him, grinning like mad.

"Scott! I didn't-" she paused, chuckling lightly. "I didn't think I would see you again."

"Didn't I tell you there was another party tonight?" He asked, slightly confused. Y/N nodded, still grinning, and decided not to explain for now.

"Where are we off to?" She asked, linking arms with him. He smiled and they headed to one of the cars parked nearby. The night went by in a flash. Near morning, the group found themselves at a small cafe/bar. A few had already gone home and the rest were preparing to leave. Soon it was just Y/N and Scott left. She stared at him for a moment before shaking her head and laughing lightly.

"What's so funny?" He asked. "You know, you get the oddest look on your face sometimes. Like you've gone somewhere else," He commented.

"I have," she replied, taking a sip of her drink. "You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to be here," she said, gesturing around her. "Or even somewhere else, another time. And it's been wonderful! But you were right! A person really can't live in the past. It's just not possible."

"I'm not sure what I said to help you," He chuckled. "But it's funny, I have a character that should learn that lesson," Scott commented. "I'm working on the book right now but I think I've just gotten an idea from you. Thank you," He smiled.

"Oh! That's right!" Y/N said, realizing her favorite F. Scott Fitzgerald writing wasn't even released, and apparently not even finished yet.

"Perhaps we should be making our way home," He said, glancing outside at the rising sun. He stood and held his arm out for Y/N to hold. "Let me walk you?" She nodded and they headed outside into the crisp morning air. She pointed in the general direction of her hotel, wondering somewhat what would happen when they arrived. "Are you cold?" He asked her.

"No, I'm fi-" But before she could finish, he had already draped his jacket over her shoulders. "Thank you," Y/N replied, blushing brightly. She pulled the charcoal suit jacket around her, genuinely glad for it's warmth. When they were about a block away, she stopped, turning to look at him. "Scott," She sighed. "I can't come back. I'm afraid if I do-" she paused again, looking around at the beautiful city just starting to wake up. "I guess I should thank you. You've been so kind to me and I appreciate it. It made my visit to Paris so much better."

"I'm glad to hear that, Y/N," He replied. "I will miss you. But I am, at the very least, happy to have had the pleasure of meeting you." He leaned forward and kissed her gently, surprising Y/N. She closed her eyes and sighed into the kiss, trying to commit every feeling to memory. "Goodbye," She heard him say, one they separated. She didn't have the courage to open her eyes and watch him go however.

"Goodbye," Y/N finally whispered to herself when she opened her eyes and saw the city, modern and bustling all around her. Y/N wiped away the few stray tears and broke out into a run, wanting to get back to her hotel as fast as possible. As she rounded the last corner before the building, though, she collided with someone walking around the same corner. Y/N lost her balance, the person she ran into being much taller, and fell down. "I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed. She was rushing to pick up the items she dropped when she saw a hand held out to her.

"It's alright," The man said. "No harm done. Now can I help you up?" He asked, smiling sweetly.

"I-uh, well, yes. Thank you," She stuttered. He helped her gather her things and handed them to her.

"Were you heading to the hotel?" He asked. Silently, she nodded, not trusting her own voice at this point. "Well, then, let me walk you back. I was heading there myself." He smiled at her as they started walking down the sidewalk. "Oh! I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Tom."

"Done!" You exclaimed. Letting out a sigh of relief. You had been needing to write that for a long time but you never quite felt up to it. "Holy crap!" You yelled, looking at the clock. It had taken much longer than you expected to write it. You knew your husband would be home shortly so you rushed out to start dinner.

"Honey! I'm home!" He called out, walking through the door. He was grinning like mad, obviously in a good mood if he was using such a cliche line on you.

"Hello, Tom," You smiled, as he came up behind you, giving you a hug. He peppered your neck with small kisses, making you giggle loudly. "Tom! Stop that!" You exclaimed, wriggling out of his arms. "I need to finish dinner."

"Alright, darling. I'll change then," He relented. A while later, once dinner was safely cooking in the oven, you heard him call out to you from the bedroom.

"What's wrong?" You asked, walking to the doorway. Then it hit you. You'd left the document open on your laptop which was on your desk in the bedroom.

"What's this?" He asked, pointing to your new writing.

"It's for the blog," You said honestly. He knew you had a Tumblr page, although he still refused to see what was posted about him on there. Just one mention of the site could still get him embarrassed.

"Yes but," He glanced at it again, brows furrowed. "That's not how it actually happened, is it?" He asked, quite confused. You chuckled and shook your head.

"Well now, I can't very well ask Scott to verify my story, can I?" You smirked.

"Of course not," He chuckled. "Although I must say you did an excellent job of adapting the story of how we first met!"

"Thank you, dear," You smirked, walking away to the walk-in closet you shared.

"What are you not telling me?" He asked suspiciously.

"Oh, nothing," You replied innocently. When you walked out of the closet you completely ignored Tom, whistling as you headed back to the kitchen.

"What is that you're wearing?" He called out, running after you. You laughed as he caught up with you in the living room. "Is that a new charcoal suit jacket?"

"It's not new, Tom, not new at all."

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justcallmefox89 · 5 years ago

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Truth or Dare Part 4

The birthday sleep over has completely fallen apart, Mammon and Levi are at each other’s throats, Arianthi backslides into old thoughts and dangerous habits, and Diavolo offers her comfort.

Some good old fashioned angst and NSFW content: Language, blowjob, penetrative sex, face riding, unprotected sex.

Remember everyone, consent is key. Being open and honest with your partner and making sure you’re both on the same page is the sexiest thing you can do for one another. Also - practice safe sex mmmkay? :)

TW: body image and self esteem issues, eating disorders.

Written from the perspective of my female character Arianthi.

I’m adding a different mood playlist to each installment of this series, just songs that I listened to while writing and feel embody each part of the story.

Foxy Shazam - Count Me Out

Callum Scott - Dancing on My Own

Meg Myers - Desire

Hozier - Movement

Jess Benko - A Soulmate Who Wasn’t Meant to Be

“Arianthi! Arianthi! Open the damn door!” Mammon pounds on the door to Arianthi’s room, unable to open it.

“Screaming at her to open the door after you’ve just insulted her on her birthday probably isn’t the best way to get her to let you in Mammon,” Lucifer says coldly.

“I doubt she’d let you in anyway, scumbag,” Satan adds, an angry growl in his voice.

Mammon opens his mouth to snap back, then closes it, unable to come up with a retort.

“Stupid Mammon can’t even defend himself this time,” Asmo mocks. “You just blew whatever shot you had with Arianthi straight to hell.”

Mammon looks at the floor, ashamed. “I didn’t mean it. She’s got to know I didn’t mean it, I was just so.....”

“Jealous? Stupid? Idiotic? Pick a description because they all fit. Newsflash, even a shut in otaku like me knows like you can’t treat the girl you supposedly care about like shit and then expect her to still like you.” Levi glares at Mammon and then tries the doorknob again, agitated.

The door still doesn’t open and he can’t hear any movement inside her room.

Beel looks around worriedly. “She never locks her door. Ever. She always leaves it open so I can go in and get the snacks she keeps for me. And Luke said she might be sick.”

Belphie shares his concern. “Do you think we should have Beel break the door in? In case she’s too sick to answer and needs help?”

For the first time since Lilith, Lucifer looks to be at a loss. Concern for Arianthi and the urge to comfort her battles with his desire to protect her privacy.

Diavolo steps forward to pass a hand over the door and sighs. “It wouldn’t matter if he did. She’s warded the door against us.”

The brothers share a look of surprise.

Mammon is the first to recover his voice. “Where would she even learn ward magic? And why would she start using it now?”

“I taught her.” The demons turn to look at Solomon, who has walked up behind them. “And as to why she’s using it, I’d venture to guess that Mammon’s little attempt to shatter her self-confidence worked, and she doesn’t want to see any of you right now.”

Mammon flushes with shame. “I didn’t mean any of it,” he mutters.

“Then you shouldn’t have said it.” For the first time a sharp tone enters Solomon’s voice.

“Take down the ward,” Lucifer orders him.

Solomon moves to stand in front of Arianthi’s door. “No.”

Lucifer’s eyes gleam red, anger rising. “You may be a powerful sorcerer Solomon, but I am one of the seven lords of the Devildom and I will rip your heart out of your chest without hesitation. Open. The. Door.”

“No.”

Lucifer lunges forward, already shifting to his demon form.

Diavolo stops him with a strong hand on his shoulder. “I know you’re all worried, but maybe Solomon is right. Maybe we should respect her privacy. She’s put up the wards for a reason.”

Levi pushes forward and knocks softly on the door. “Arianthi? It’s me. Can I come in?”

Silence.

“Please Arianthi?”

The demons and Solomon all hear movement behind the closed door and Arianthi’s voice whispering. There’s a soft click and the door opens. Arianthi’s hair has been pulled back into a messy ponytail, her make up removed. A t-shirt that is clearly Beel’s hangs to her knees, over it she wears one of Levi’s hoodies, and a pair of Belphie’s sweats peek out beneath the over sized shirts. She’s obviously been crying.

Something sharp and painful twists in Mammon’s chest. I did this. I made my human cry. I was stupid and jealous and I fucked up. I need to make this right. He moves quickly towards the open door, attempting to push past Levi.

“Arianthi, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean -”

Arianthi holds up a hand to cut him off. “Just Levi.” Her voice is soft and hoarse.

Levi slips past Mammon and into the room. Arianthi shuts the door behind him and whispers the incantation to once again ward the door.

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Levi follows me and we both take a seat on my bed, leaning up against the headboard, shoulders touching.

“Luke said he heard you being sick.”

I sigh heavily.

I don’t want to talk about this now. Never talking about it would be ideal. Forgetting this whole shit show of a night would be fantastic.

“I was sick. Then I took a shower and brushed my teeth. I’m fine now.

“Did you make yourself sick on purpose?” Levi asks softly.

I turn to face him, getting my first proper look at his face and his emerging black eye.

“Levi! What happened to your face?” I reach out to touch his cheek, worried.

He gently grabs my hand and pulls it down, folding it between his two large ones. “Don’t change the subject.”

The urge to cry comes on again, hard and fast. “I’m sorry Levi,” I whisper.

He sighs. “I’m not mad at you. I just........I wish you wouldn’t feel like that’s something you have to start doing again.”

“I’m sorry,” I say again. “It just....it’s hard. I haven’t felt that way in a long time but then......... I just felt this panic and I thought if I could get rid of the food then I would feel better. And if I start doing it again then I can be more like what he wants.......I could be pretty. I could be so much more than this. I could be good enough for him.” I gesture at my body, the tears flowing freely now.

Levi thunks his head back against the headboard of the bed in frustration. He turns me to face him, his thumbs brushing my tears from my cheeks.

“Hey we’ve talked about this. Remember what you told me when Mammon was selling that picture of me? And I was so embarrassed because I didn’t want anyone seeing that much of my body? You told me I was perfect how I was. I didn’t have to look like Beel or Mammon to be attractive. Fuck everyone who thought differently. You loved me. My brothers loved me in their own weirdly deranged ways. You said I didn’t have to change to be like anyone else to be worthy of love and the things that made me different from my brothers were what made me sexy. And then you got Mammon to delete the picture and give me all the Grimm he made from it.”

Levi grins at me. “I think you’re the only person who has ever been able to get Mammon to willingly hand over Grimm.”

I choke back a sob. “I remember.”

“Ok, well I’m telling you the same thing now. Don’t go back to that. Don’t hate yourself, don’t make yourself sick to try to control things, to change things about yourself to make someone else care about you.” Levi gives me a little shake.

“That’s easy for you to say. I’m just a human. Is there some stupid rule here that all demons must be skinny and mind blowingly attractive?”

Levi looks at me for a moment then laughs. I join in, giggling through my tears.

“I mean what I’m saying,” Levi says as he wipes away the rest of my tears. “We all care about you, exactly how you are. If you start to feel like you can’t handle this and need help we can talk to Diavolo. He can send you back to the human realm to get help from the doctors there. I’m sure he’d let you come back after.”

I bite my lip anxiously then nod. “I’ll tell you if I can’t get a handle on it. If I can’t, or you think I’m slipping you can tell Diavolo.”

“Pinky promise?”

I smile, linking my pinky with his. “Pinky promise.”

Levi sighs in relief. “Good. Feel a little better?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I think so,” I answer, leaning my shoulder against his. “Hey Levi?”

“Mmm?”

"Thank you.”

He smiles at me. “Anything for my Henry.”

“Could you do me a favor? Could you tell Diavolo I want to talk to him real quick? I want to apologize for everything that happened tonight.”

“Yeah, sure.”

I stand up and reach over to my nightstand. I hand Levi a jumble of things; a toothbrush, a D.D.D. charger, some t-shirts, a pair of sunglasses, a white dress shirt.

“Can you give these back to Mammon when you go back out there? Please?”

Levi nods and we walk to the door together. I take down the ward and he slips through the open door.

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“She wants to talk to Diavolo,” Levi tells the crowd assembled outside Arianthi’s door. “She’s upset but she’s not sick anymore.”

A wave of shock ripples through the rest of the brothers. Diavolo nods and quickly enters the bedroom.

“She really doesn’t want to see any of us?” Asmo asks, hurt.

Levi looks at the ground, trying to avoid the upset gazes of his brothers. “It’s nothing personal Asmo. She’s just got some stuff going on right now. Really personal stuff. She can’t talk about it with anyone else. She might though. Soon. Just don’t be mad at her for it, please?”

Asmo nods, still obviously distressed.

“Well, now that I know she’s not sick I’m going to gather up Luke and Simeon and we’ll take our leave,” Solomon says, shooting Mammon one last dirty look before he turns and walks down the hall.

The demons all give him a half-hearted wave goodbye.

Levi remembers the things that Arianthi gave him and quickly shoves them into Mammon’s arms. “Here’s all your stuff that was in Arianthi’s room. She doesn’t want it in there anymore.”

Mammon looks down at this things in horror. There’s a stinging sensation in his eyes, and he suddenly can’t breathe. He bites down on his lip hard enough to draw blood, and quickly walks to his room without a word to his brothers.

“This is really bad.” Beel looks around at the remaining brothers. “We have to fix this.”

Satan sighs softly. “This might be something we can’t fix Beel.”

“Satan’s right. Ultimately this is going to be between Arianthi and Mammon,” Lucifer says. “The best thing we can do is to let Arianthi know we still care about her and want her in the House of Lamentation.”

He sighs. “Let’s all go to bed. There’s nothing else to do here tonight. I’m sure if Diavolo thinks anything is wrong he’ll let us know before he leaves.”

The brothers all exchange worried glances before they disperse to their bedrooms.

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“Hey.” Diavolo gives me a small smile as he enters my room.

“Hey.” I return the smile and pat my bed. “You can come sit with me if you want.”

“Do you want to put the wards back up?”

I shake my head. “No, just close the door please.”

“Are you feeling better?” The mattress dips under Diavolo’s weight, causing me to slide closer to him.

“Yeah, just a bad moment.”

“I’m sorry Mammon said those things about you.” Diavolo reaches out to take my hand. I involuntarily flinch at the touch of his fingers and he jerks his hand back. “I’m sorry, I overstepped.”

I quickly grab his hand, lacing my fingers with his. “It’s ok Diavolo. I’m just feeling a little off right now.”

“Are you sure?” He looks at me with concern. “I don’t want to make your night worse with my attention if you don’t want it.”

I press a soft kiss to his knuckles. “I’m sure.”

A faint blush stains Diavolo’s cheeks. “And you promise you’re feeling better?”

I grin. He’s absolutely adorable.

“Promise. I have some things I need to work on, but right now I am feeling better.”

He squeezes my hand. “Good.” He pauses for a moment, looking as if he’s trying to gather his thoughts, before he turns and looks earnestly into my eyes.

“Arianthi....... I want you to know that I don’t agree with any of the things Mammon said. And I hope that you don’t let his outburst taint your opinions of other demons...... or of me. I meant what I said earlier tonight, about wanting to get to know you more. I don’t want to push you, because I know that you have feelings for Mammon, but I do hope you’re still open to giving me a chance. And I think our encounter earlier this evening proved that I’m more than slightly attracted to you, just as you are.”

His last sentence comes out in a rushed whisper, and he’s blushing heavily.

“I wouldn’t let something like that change my opinion of you Diavolo,” I respond truthfully. “There are some feelings regarding Mammon that I need to sort through. I really don’t know how all those are going to shake out. I do like you, I enjoy our time together, and I think I made it obvious earlier that I’m attracted to you too. I meant what I said earlier about getting to know you. I’m open to see what could happen between us.”

He smiles and places a soft kiss on the inside of my wrist. “I’m a very patient demon. I’ll follow your lead. Whatever you want, no pressure at all.”

He pushes himself up from my bed. “I should be going. You need your rest.” He leans down and kisses my forehead. “Good night Arianthi.”

I reach up and stroke his cheek. “Diavolo?’

“Hmmm?”

“Stay with me tonight?” This might be a bad idea, but I really just want him close to me right now. Someone who’s open about how he feels me. Someone strong and handsome who can distract me from this fucked up night.

I just want some comfort. Some cuddles. There’s nothing wrong with that. Right?

He hesitates a moment, shock and pleasure warring across his face. “Are you sure?”

I bite my lip, hesitating a moment before holding my arms out to him. “Cuddle me?”

“Your wish is my command, birthday girl.” He grins at me, bending down to give a tight hug.

I stand up to feel more of him, nuzzling my head against his chest. “Thank you.”

He rests his chin on my head. “Anything for you,” he whispers.

We stand that way for a minute, swaying slightly. I feel safe in Diavolo’s arms, like nothing can ever hurt me.

A demon, the Prince of the Devildom no less, is the one who makes me feel safer than I ever have before. I internally roll my eyes and huff a small laugh against Diavolo’s chest.

“Diavolo?”

“Mmm?”

“This is really nice, but can we get into bed? I’m exhausted.” I playfully slump against him to prove my point.

He effortlessly holds me up and chuckles. “Yeah, we can do that. Let me send a message to Barbatos really quickly to let him know he’s free to go home.”

He reaches for his D.D.D. to tap out a quick message.

I pull away to shuck off my hoodie and sweats. I look up to find Diavolo staring at me, eyes wide. I look down at myself, wondering what the problem is.

Beel’s t-shirt is all the way down to my knees, I’m wearing underwear. I’m all covered up. What’s wrong? Panic starts all over again. He hates what he sees. This is a mistake. He knows he made a mistake.

“Everything ok?” I ask anxiously.

“Uh huh. Yep. All good here,” Diavolo says, swallowing nervously.

“Ok.” I smile at him, and slide between the sheets, sinking into my mattress. Diavolo moves to lay beside me, still fully clothed.

I look up at him, confused. “You’re not sleeping in your clothes are you?”

Diavolo’s ears turn red. “I was considering it.”

I stare at him. “Diavolo, we’re both adults here. You can sleep in your boxers. We’ll be ok. If anything happens beyond cuddles it will only be because we both want it. But neither one of us are going to sleep comfortably if you’re still wearing all your clothes.”

He lets out a nervous breath then grins down at me. “You’re right, you’re right.”

He peels off his jacket and shirt, and I stare as his hands move to his belt buckle and he pushes down his pants.

Holy. Fucking. Fuck. Temptation has entered the chat.

I thought Beel was a gorgeous specimen, but Diavolo surpasses even him. Every inch is heavily muscled, perfectly defined. Smooth skin that I want to run my hands over.

I want to climb this man like a tree and never come down. Bad Arianthi. Bad. Quench your thirst.

Diavolo slides under the sheets next to me and we roll onto our sides to face each other.

He reaches out to hold one of my hands. “I really am sorry your birthday ended on such a sour note.”

I squeeze his hand. “It’s not your fault. I’m sorry you had to see all that. Besides, it’s not all bad. We’re here, getting to spend time together.”

He gives me a soft smile, and his hand moves up to gently stroke my arm. “That’s true.”

I tense in automatic response to his touch. He’s going to feel how fat my arms are. He’s going to hate what he feels.

Diavolo’s hand stills immediately. “Is this ok?”

I suck in a deep breath and nod, relaxing a little, waiting for the rational part of my brain to take over.

He’s seen my arms before. He already know what they look like. He wouldn’t be here, touching me, spending time with me, if he didn’t want to.

He resumes his gentle stroking, but remains silent. He seems to be considering what he wants to say.

I place a hand on his bare chest and he shivers under my touch. “Diavolo I can hear your wheels turning from here. What’s on your mind?”

He smirks at me. “I always forget how perceptive you are.” He pauses for a minute, choosing his words carefully. “I know that you have some issues with your body.”

I tense up again.

His hand moves away from my arm, stroking the curve of my waist down to my hip. Up and down. His soft touch gradually helps me relax.

“I’m not going to push you to talk about it now. But I hope someday you feel comfortable enough to talk to me about what you’re feeling. Until then I have no problem telling you how gorgeous I find you. How perfect your body is to me. I’ll tell you every day. Every hour. Every minute, if that’s what it takes.”

I lay my head on his chest trying to hide my tears. Happy tears this time. After a couple minutes I regain my composure and look back up at him. Warm golden eyes meet mine, and he smiles down at me.

I bite the inside of my cheek to hold back more tears and give him a small smile. “Thanks. You know, you’re going against every single demon stereotype right now.”

He pulls me to him, holding me tight. He chuckles, and it rumbles deep in his chest. “Maybe so. But as long as I’m making you happy that’s all that matters.”

He pulls back to stare down at me intently. “I just ask that when you do struggle with things like that you talk to me. I might not always be able to make things better, or even understand, but I want you to always be honest about your feelings with me.”

“I can do that. But only if you promise to do the same thing.” I press a soft kiss to his cheek.

“I promise.” He moves to kiss my cheek in return, but I turn my head at the last minute, catching his lips with my own.

This kiss is soft, chaste, but he still gives a pleased gasp and tightens his grip on me.

He pulls away suddenly and looks down at me with concern. “I want to kiss you. Really kiss you.”

“Then kiss me.” I tilt my head up, ready for more.

Diavolo frowns and bites his lip. “You’ve had a rough night, and you’re upset. I don’t want to take things further, if you’re not......” He exhales sharply. “I don’t want to take advantage of you if you’re not in a good head space right now.”

Mind. Blown.

Once again, a demon is being more considerate than the majority of humans I’ve dated. He deserves to have the same consideration from me.

“I promise you Diavolo, you won’t be taking advantage of me. I want this. I want you. But if you don’t feel comfortable then I won’t push it and we’ll just cuddle and talk. Or you can leave if you don’t feel ok about that anymore. I won’t be mad. I want you to be comfortable too.”

“I am more than comfortable with this as long as you are.” Diavolo moves in to kiss me again but I press a finger to his lips, stopping him.

“I just want to make sure that I’m being totally transparent with you. I like you, and I do want you. I still want to keep getting to know you. But whatever happens between us tonight I can’t make you any promises that it will lead to anything permanent. If you don’t feel ok doing anything more physical than kissing without a being in a relationship, then I totally understand.” I hold my breath, waiting for his response.

He stays silent for a bit, mulling over what I’ve told him. “I appreciate your honesty. We’ve already decided that we want to keep learning about each other and spending more time together. Sex won’t change what I want, and I won’t ever push you for more than you’re comfortable with. Physically or emotionally.”

Whew. “Same page then?”

“Same page. Can I please kiss you now?”

I giggle and nod, and he surges forward, pressing his lips against mine. I sigh into the kiss, pleasure lighting up every nerve ending. Diavolo licks along my lower lip.

“Open your mouth,” he growls.

I instantly obey and brush my tongue against his. He pulls me tight against him, his tongue soft against mine, expertly teasing me, gentle and exploring. I wriggle against him, desperate for more contact. He grips my hips and rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him, his mouth never breaking contact with mine.

His hands tug at the hem of my shirt, asking permission. I move up to my knees and pull it over my head, tossing it carelessly onto the floor.

“Fuck.”

Diavolo pulls me further up his body and turns his attention to my breasts. He draws one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and flicking it with his tongue. His hand moves up to cup my other breast, gently stroking and squeezing, before his large fingers start pinching and tugging my nipple, bringing it to a stiff peak. He cups me again, his large palm overstimulating my already sensitive breast.

I card my hands through his hair, tugging slightly and giving a small moan. Diavolo releases my nipple from his mouth with a small pop! and gives me a wicked grin. His hands stroke down my back and move to squeeze my ass. He mouths my neck, teeth nipping against the tender skin.

“Mmmmm. So quiet. Clearly I need to do better. I need you moaning my name. Telling me how good I make you feel. Don’t hold back beautiful. Let me hear you,” he murmurs.

He sucks hard on a particularly sensitive spot on my neck, then soothes it with a soft swipe of his tongue.

“Diavolo!” I shudder against him and he takes the opportunity to lavish more attention on my breasts, kissing and licking, making me squirm above him.

“Mmmm, that’s more like it.” His deep voice sends pleasant vibrations against my skin as he continues to use his mouth on me.

I pull back and look down at him. He’s flushed, breathing quickly, his eyes heavy lidded with desire. “My turn.”

I lightly kiss his lips, moving down his neck slowly. I press sensuous kisses to his chest, licking one of his nipples while I gently scrape the other with my fingernail.

“Yes,” he hisses between clenched teeth, arching beneath me.

I grin against his chest, slowly moving down his body. I scrape my teeth along his abs and give him a soft bite. One large hand moves down to softly tangle in my hair. I stop my kisses at the waistband of his boxers. His erection strains against the fabric, but I’m not going any further without his express permission.

I look up at him through my lashes and give a small tug on his boxers. “Are you ok with this?”

His hand tightens in my hair. “Don’t you dare stop now.”

“Perfect.”

I give his stomach one last kiss and palm him through thin fabric. His hips arch up and he ruts against my hand, the front of his boxers already wet with pre-cum.

I pull his boxers down, slowly freeing his erection. He lifts his hips, speeding the process along. I quickly toss away his discarded boxers, and reach out to stroke him.

He’s huge.

I suddenly have doubts about how he’s going to fit in my.......well anything really. Then Diavolo moans my name and everything else disappears.

I continue to stroke him, relishing the velvet feel of his skin against my hand. I lower my head to give him kitten licks, slowly swiping my tongue against the head of his cock and his slit, lapping up his pre-cum.

“Fuck.” Diavolo fists his hands into my hair. “More. Please.”

It’s a heady feeling, having the prince of the Devildom beneath me and begging for my mouth. I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and begin sucking, continuing to stroke his shaft, my hand moving in rhythm with my mouth.

Diavolo tries to keep his hips still, but he can’t help thrusting up into my mouth, greedy for more contact. I gag, my eyes tearing up, but I continue on, his pleasure the only thing on my mind. I eventually remove my hand, my mouth bobbing up and down on his cock. It’s a messy, sloppy blow job, but from his groans of pleasure I don’t think he minds.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” Diavolo breathes, those words somewhere between a plea and a prayer.

I reach between his legs to cup his balls, my mouth still wrapped around his thick cock. His hips buck, his back arching off the bed, and I can feel the muscles in his thighs tighten. He tugs on my hair, pulling me off of him, and I release his cock reluctantly.

“Something wrong?” I ask with a grin, wiping the back of my hand across my mouth.

“If you keep doing that I’m going to cum.” Diavolo’s chest is heaving and he grips my wrists tightly.

I arch an eyebrow at him. “And that’s bad because.......?”

He growls and yanks me up his body. “Because I need to taste you. Now. And when I cum I’m going to cum inside you. I want to see your face when I mark you as mine for the first time.”

He keeps pulling me up until my thighs are resting on either side of his head. He presses a kiss to my inner thigh. “Hold on to the headboard.”

“Wha-? Oh god!” I lose my train of thought as Diavolo gives a sharp bite to the inside of my thigh. He turns his head and brushes kisses along the other.

He brings a finger up and slowly circles my clit.

“So pretty,” he mumbles. “And so wet. Just for me.”

He lazily swipes his finger through my folds, up and down, before returning to press on my clit.

I grip the headboard, panting. “Diavolo..... no teasing.”

He presses one finger into me, stretching me. He strokes slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size.

I whimper and attempt to move my hips. One large hand grabs my thigh, holding me still. Diavolo adds a second finger, stroking in and out, working me into a frenzy.

My grip on the headboard tightens. “Your mouth, use your mouth. Please,” I beg.

Diavolo continues his maddeningly slow pace, pressing his thumb against my clit for further stimulation.

“I can’t hear you princess. Be a little louder for me. Use your words.” He blows a breath of cool air against my heated core and I shiver, tightening around his fingers.

“Diavolo please! I need your mouth on me. Please!” I’m no longer worried about keeping quiet. The whole House of Lamentation could hear me for all I care. My one need is to feel Diavolo’s mouth on my pussy. NOW.

He laughs and gives my thigh one last kiss. “Good girl.” He slowly and deliberately swipes his tongue against my clit.

“Fuck!”

He removes his fingers and presses an open mouth kiss against me, his tongue stroking through my folds. “You taste even better than I imagined you would.

My hips buck. “More,” I mewl helplessly.

Diavolo’s hands grab my hips roughly and he plunges his tongue inside me. I scream, overwhelmed by the sensation. He keeps a firm grip on me, never allowing me to move away. He begins using his hands to guide my hips in an up and down rhythm, his tongue thrusting in and out.

He’s making me fuck his face.

Everything begins to fade around me. Nothing matters but the sensation of Diavolo’s tongue between my thighs.

“Diavolo..........Diavolo I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum.” I’m a whimpering mess, unable to do anything but hold tight to the headboard and let pleasure sweep me away.

He removes his mouth from me long enough to say, “Then cum for me Arianthi. I need you on my tongue.”

His presses a finger against my clit, circling it roughly while he resumes fucking me with his tongue. Tension gathers in my core, tighter and tighter until it finally snaps.

“Diavolo!” I scream, shuddering against him. My vision flashes white as my orgasm takes over. He continues to stroke and lick me through my release, lapping up everything I give him.

I’m trembling when he eases me off of him and lays me back on the mattress. He rolls over on top of me, grinning and looking pleased with himself.

He brings his mouth to mine and gives me a deep kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue, and I moan into the kiss, greedy for more of whatever he wants to give me.

“Good?” he whispers against my lips.

“Try amazing,” I whisper back, lacing my hands behind his neck and bringing him down for another kiss.

He breaks the kiss and laughs, moving to settle his hips between my thighs. He reaches between us to stroke his cock a few times, using the head to tease my already overstimulated clit.

He looks up and meets my eyes. “Is this ok? Do you still want this?”

I nod and tilt my hips up to meet his. “I want this.”

He slowly pushes the head of his cock into my pussy. I tense slightly and he stops.

He’s so big. How is he this big? Are all demons this big? Goddamn Diavolo you could split a girl in half.

Diavolo presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Relax baby. I won’t hurt you. I’ll be so gentle with you.”

My body melts into his, soothed by his sweet words. He continues pressing into me, inch by excruciatingly pleasurable inch.

“You’re so beautiful Arianthi. And so wet for me. Such a tight fit baby. Like you were made just for me. Fuuuuuuuuck...... I love the way you feel.” Diavolo murmurs against my neck, kissing and nuzzling me between endearments.

He lets out a beautifully obscene moan once he’s fully sheathed, and gives me time to adjust to his size. I’m panting, already overwhelmed by the feel of him.

“Are you ok if I move?”

“Fuck yes,” I whisper, rocking my hips against his.

He pulls out, only to thrust back in slowly, drawing out every ounce of pleasure he can. I throw my head back against my pillows and close my eyes, reveling in sensations. His cock inside me, his lips on my neck, the feel of his hair between my fingers, the weight of his body pressing me down into the mattress.

Diavolo continues to slowly thrust, building our mutual ecstasy. I feel his mouth against my ear.

“Look at me,” he orders, nipping at my earlobe.

I gasp and focus my eyes on his face.

“I want your eyes on me princess.” He snaps his hips against mine, increasing his pace. “I want you looking at me when you cum, knowing it’s me that made you feel this way. I don’t want you thinking about Mammon. I want all your attention on me and how good I make you feel.”

“Yes,” I whimper, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“What’s that baby?” Diavolo thrusts into me hard, leaving me gasping for breath.

“Only you Diavolo. Only you,” I cry out.

He gives me a feral grin. “Good girl.”

He deepens his thrusts, grinding against me every time our hips meet. He holds himself up on one forearm, bringing his other hand between us, fingers sliding down my stomach to rub against my clit.

I scream his name, fingertips digging into his shoulders. I’m coming undone, quickly. Diavolo feels me tensing beneath him and kisses me, tongue entering my mouth and mimicking the movements of his cock.

I break away, gasping for air. “Diavolo I’m going to -”

“Me too.” He’s breathless, chasing his own orgasm. He rests his forehead against mine. “Please look at me. I need to see you.”

I open my eyes and he looks down at me, eyes glazed with lust. His hips stutter and his thrusts become sloppy. He pushes into me one last time, and I feel the warmth of his release as he cums, moaning my name. The sensation of his cock twitching inside me sends me over the edge, and I bury my face into his neck as my pussy clenches around his cock.

We’re both breathing hard when I pull back to look at him, and he leans down to repeatedly press soft kisses to my lips. He stays inside me as we kiss and hold each other for a few minutes, reluctant to separate.

“Are you ok?” Diavolo whispers, nose nuzzling my cheek.

“That was ........ I can’t....wow....you’re amazing,” I answer, giggling as his nose tickles me. “Are you ok?”

“I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this happy.” He smiles down at me, giving me one last kiss before he pulls out and stretches out beside me. He curls into the position of big spoon and pulls me tight against his chest, one arm wrapping around me protectively.

He kisses the back of my neck, and pulls the blankets over us. “I think we’ve earned a little rest.”

I nestle back into the warmth of his chest and relax, listening as Diavolo’s breathing becomes slow and even. I close my eyes, settling into the comfort of his body against mine when a sudden noise makes my eyes fly open.

I scan my bedroom before my gaze settles on my door, cracked open, light from the hallway spilling into my room. My eyes fly up and land on the pale face staring at me from the doorway.

Oh, fuck.

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Mammon wanders the hallways of the House of Lamentation, miserable over the way things had happened at Arianthi’s party. He can’t sleep, sick to his stomach that he had let his jealousy and pride hurt the person that he cared about the most.

I gotta find a way to make this up to her, to show her I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. It was so stupid. All I need is a chance to apologize and I’ll promise to never do it again. I just need to get her to listen to me for five minutes so I can give her the birthday present I got her and tell her how I really feel.

A cry catches his attention and he follows the sound to investigate. He ends up in front of Arianthi’s door. It’s barely cracked open and he can hear whimpers coming from inside her room. Worried that she may be sick again he softly pushes the door open a little wider. What he sees makes vomit rise in his throat and tears spill down his cheeks.

Diavolo is on top of Arianthi, thrusting his cock into her slowly and whispering things Mammon can’t hear. What he can hear is Arianthi moaning in pleasure as she writhes beneath Diavolo, bucking her hips up to meet his every thrust. He watches in horror as they cry out in pleasure together, then gently kiss and whisper to each other as they come down from their shared high.

What did I do? Did I fuck up this badly? Or has this been going on right under my nose the whole time? No, no, Arianthi’s not like that. I did this. I pushed her away every time she started to get close. This happened because I fucked up. I didn’t treat her right, I didn’t let her know I cared. This is on me.

Mammon roughly wipes the tears from his cheeks as he watches Diavolo wrap himself around Arianthi and they settle in to sleep. He can hear Arianthi’s sigh of contentment as she cuddles back into Diavolo.

He stares at them a moment longer, something deep and ugly taking root in his chest. Rage, jealousy, pain, love, and regret war inside him, each begging to be released.

That should be me. She’s MY human. MY girl. I’m her FIRST man. That should be ME.

Mammon’s breath catches as Arianthi’s eyes snap open and focus on him. He looks at the person he loves above all others, tears falling openly down his face, as she gazes back at him in shock from the comfort of another demon’s arms.

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Name: Alison O’Brien

Writing Blog URL(s): @httpangelicjimin

What fandom(s) do you write for?: BTS, although I wouldn’t mind writing for other groups. Often, I have other idols that make cameos in my stories.

Age: 21

Nationality: Portuguese + French

Languages: Portuguese + French + English + Spanish

Star Sign: Leo

MBTI: ENFJ

Favorite color: pastel blue

Favorite food: pizza no doubt

Favorite movie: I’m gonna have to be a sucker and say monster’s inc. bc who doesn’t love Pixar

Favorite ice cream flavor: I’d say coffee, tho I love a good ol’ chocolate ice cream

Favorite animal: wolf, it’s my spirit animal

Coffee or tea? What are you ordering?: Coffee, for sure. Iced coffee or mocha

Dream job (whether you have a job or not): Ever since I was little I always wanted to be a singer but I guess I’m too shy for that ahah so I’d either say writing or advertising.

Go-to karaoke song: Break My Heart by Dua Lipa

If you could have one superpower, what would you choose?: The ability to change shape at will.

If you could visit a historical era, which would you choose?: The Victorian Era sounds brilliant to me. I would be a sucker for the dresses. Although, I also would’ve loved to be able to live in the ’20s. Great Gatsby made me dream countless times of all the amazing parties, with jazz playing in the background. The fashion was impeccable, and of course, to be alive at the same time as F. Scott Fitzgerald. I could even run into him at one of those glamorous parties.

If you could restart your life, knowing what you do now, would you?: I don’t think I would. Life has taught me some valuable lessons along the way but I was happy. Even when surrounded by those who didn’t have the best intentions in mind. If I had known all that I know now, I wouldn’t have lived as freely and carelessly as I did. I cherish those memories, even if they weren’t the best for me.

Would you rather fight 100 chicken-sized horses or one horse-sized chicken?: Alright so… that’s a weird one. And what makes it weirder is that people have made that same question with me; it was either one horse-sized me, or 100 me-sized horses. Huh… I do have some background with chickens chasing after me, so I’d go with the 100 chicken-sized horses.

If you were a trope in a teen high school movie, what would you have been?: I would 100% be the sucker that falls for the bad boy… ah… how I miss the high school bad boys.

Do you believe in aliens/supernatural creatures?: I don’t. Although I have no problem getting lost in those amazing universes where such creatures exist.

Fun fact about yourself that not everyone would know?: I absolutely love mango-flavored things but I cannot eat mango. Just the texture of the fruit…. Yuck.

Do you write fluff/angst/crack/general/smut, combo, etc? Why?: I write everything. So far, in the 2 years, I’ve been writing, I have experienced a little bit of everything. I think writing all those genres are important to complement the story.

Do you write OCs, X Readers, Ships...etc?: I never wrote anything that was mxm but I am ok with that. Besides, I have two stories out with an OC and the others are mostly with female readers, mostly because I write thinking about me with a member or one of my friends.

Why did you decide to write for Tumblr?: I was already using Tumblr to read other people’s work. When the thought of starting my own writing blog came to mind, it seemed the most logical option to use. I have only recently learned about AO3 so… yeah, Tumblr seemed the most “at reach” app.

When did you post your first piece?: The first thing I wrote was called Wonder and was posted on a private blog. I started writing it a couple of days after Euphoria by Jungkook BTS came out.

What inspires you to write?: Everyday situations are always a good base for me. I like to write moments that I have gone through. Besides that, I find inspiration on movies and tv shows and some Pinterest albums. Sometimes it’s just a random thought that comes to mind ehe

What genres/AUs do you enjoy writing the most?: I’d say college/high school aus. I did a collab with another writer from a college au and it was a lot of fun. Additionally, I have some wips I am meaning to work on and will soon be presented on my blog!

What do you hope your readers take away from your work?: I think that I wanted them to feel okay. Life can get pretty hard and reading, for me, has always been like a getaway. So, whenever I write, I hope that I can distract my readers from whatever is happening in the real world.

What do you do when you hit a rough spot creatively?: Whenever I’m struggling in life, it’s almost as if I lose my ability to write. I get really stressed, especially when I set deadlines. I try my hardest to push through. I believe that writing, even if it’s not to our liking, is better than doing nothing. I try to read more, to sleep better, and to seek inspiration.

What is your favorite work and why? Your most successful?: I don’t think I have a “most successful” work. I am pretty recent to Tumblr and am still growing bit by bit. As for my favorite, I’d probably say Dr. Love. It started out as a fun Valentine’s Day fanfic and I have some good stuff outlined.

Who is your favorite person to write about?: As I said, I love to find inspiration in my friends. Getting the feedback and how much they enjoyed reading what I wrote really is a heartwarming feeling.

Do you think there’s a difference between writing fanfiction vs. completely original prose?: I don’t think they are so different. Because when writing fanfiction, you’re not obliged to go 100% with the idol’s personality you’re writing. You have the freedom to marvel around in the worlds you create and make them do whatever you feel like would work best. So sometimes, it can be just like creating a whole new character from scratch.

What do you think makes a good story?: There’s a lot of things that are needed to make a good story. I mostly value the storyline. I don’t like it when things are rushed and prefer to read something others may find unnecessary but get more context. I love the small little details about characters that make me relate and emphasize with them. Also, a plot twist. I love to read stories that completely blow my mind and catch me off guard. Creativity is everything.

Would you ever repurpose a fic into a completely original story?: Why not? I don’t have a problem with giving different names to my characters as long as the story stays the same.

What is your writing process like?: I prefer to write at night. But, as I said before, sometimes there’s just an urge to write and I have to grab my laptop, or even the pull out the notes on my phone and type out some words for the story I’m currently working on. I try to create a coherent storyline as well. Plus, I have an amazing beta reader that always helps me with the plot and hears my ideas and complements them.

What tropes do you love, and what tropes can’t you stand?: I love the typical “good girl falls for bad guy” trope. I don’t care if it’s cliché, I just love it. Although, I hate those where the girl is portraited as weak and as if she would ever be completely happy and fulfilled if the guy is by her side; as if she’s helpless without him. Girl power you know? Aha

How much would you say audience feedback/engagement means to you?: It means A LOT. I think there’s no better feeling than receiving a piece of feedback, despite how small it might be. There’s always room for improvement and just the simple fact to know that someone took the time to read my work and found it interesting enough to send me their thoughts, I really cherish it.

What has been one of the biggest factors of your success (of any size)?: I believe that my growth for the past months I’ve been on Tumblr could be due to how active I am. I always try to engage with the people I follow and even when I’m not posting my works, I try to be around. I have big dreams for my blog and hope to one day have a large audience to read my stories, but for now, I am happy with the ones by my side already.

Do you think fanfic writers get unfairly judged?: Yes. A lot of people think that fanfic writers are mostly horny/crazy teens that are obsessed with some famous wannabe that couldn’t even care less for their existence. I think that’s one of the biggest issues with how society sees us. But I consider those to be amongst older people (perhaps 40+yo).

Do you think art can be a medium for change?: Of course. Art is one of the most personal ways of showing emotions, I believe. Being brave enough to show with the world your creations takes courage and I admire those who do it proudly. Art can be interpreted in so many ways; it overcomes all the barriers that there might be.

Do you ever feel there are times when you’re writing for others, rather than yourself?: The feeling can get to me sometimes but I immediately shut that down. There was a time when I was forcing myself to write things I didn’t appreciate or that didn’t follow my storyline just to make others happy and I had to give up on those projects quickly because it was driving me insane. I strongly believe that if we don’t write what we are passionate about, it will either come out sloppy or we will hate it. Writing what we like, even if some might consider it bad, is what we should do.

Do you ever feel like people have misunderstood you or your writing at times?: I don’t think so. Although, I don’t receive as much feedback as I’d like to, so I’m not certain.

Do your offline friends/loved ones know you write for Tumblr?: Only my boyfriend does and he’s totally cool with it ehe

What is one thing you wish you could tell your followers?: A big big thank you! I am so happy to have you here and I hope you can take some time to read over my works ehe I am always open to talk if anyone needs~

Do you have any advice for aspiring writers who might be too scared to put themselves out there?: Just do it!!! I know there are so many great writers out there and you might feel like you would bring nothing to the game but that’s not true. You don’t need to be scared ok? It will be alright. Just give it a chance. There was a time where I was scared too and now I have made so many great friends and meet so many great people through my writing. You can make it too!

Are there any times when you regret joining Tumblr?: No.

Do you have any mutuals who have been particularly formative/supportive in your Tumblr journey?: Yess!! I have made so many friends thanks to Tumblr! I mostly have to thank the amazing people of @bangtan-headquarters for accepting me into their network and making me part of their discord server. I’m not going to be @/ing everyone but I know I have made friends whom I will forever keep in my heart uwu

Pick a quote to end your interview with: “Life has no limitations, except the ones you make.” - Les Brown

#httpangelicjimin #episode 27 #thesunnyshow #featured author #bts #bangtan

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midnightcalibration · 5 years ago

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Merry Bobunk Christmas!

What: Short Fanfiction

Fandom: Avengers

Characters: Read the tags for the list.

Why: ‘Cos me and a friend of mine came up with the idea of giving a Christmas role to each avenger, and I decided to write this.

Words: Almost 1800 according to my text editor.

Quality: Probably with a lot of typos and awful grammar.

Stupidity level: High (I hope).

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Tony is coming back to his workshop to continue one of his most important projects of the year. He hadn't slept since whenever the last time was, but who needs sleep when you've got coffee? He pities those who can't drink the miraculous brew.

As he enters the room the first thing he notices is DUM-E fighting against the cables of some Christmas lights. The lights are winning... Oh! Now U is trying to help his brother, that's nice. Aaaand now he's stuck too. Tony can't believe he won a prize for one of those things.

"Dum-E, U, stop destroying my delicate work, if you please."

Sparks jump out of the lights.

"You know those lights are supposed to last, not turn into fireworks. Sto- Ah- great! The workshop is on fire. Congratulations! Now it would be a good time to use your skills with the fire extinguisher, Dum-E," Tony says as he grabs said object himself, "Though I'm not sure you would still point it at me, instead of the fire..."

After putting the fire out and helping his not so intelligent bots, he gets back to work. He is just a little bit tired, but he has to finish it in time.

Last years had been chaotic. He never had time to properly put on a good Christmas decoration show for everybody. It's not like he is a traditionalist, or even believes in Christmas. For him, it is a time where people start to compete to see who has the best circus in town. And he, as the Stark he is, cannot just let it pass. He is the greatest showman there is. Sorry, Hugh Jackman, not sorry.

Has he hears the "bing" of the elevator sound he looks in its direction and sees the best two presents he is lucky to have in his life. Pepper is holding Morgan's hand while the little pea giggles as she skips and pulls her mother with her. Only when they got closer he notices something is odd. They are wearing costumes.

"What do we have here?" Tony asks. "An elf munchkin coming straight from Santa's workshop? And she's bringing with her a..." what is Pep supposed to be? "Gingerbread woman? Seriously?" He snorts. "Is it because of your hair?"

"Well, this Santa's little helper here thought you might need a sweet cookie to help you work," Pepper replies.

"Ok," he snorts again, "that sounds like something you would never say."

"Well, I didn't say it, Miss M. did."

Another "bing" echoes in the air and Peter comes out rushing and talking non-stop, "Oh, So sorry I am late Mr. Stark, I had to help like half of the people I saw when coming here as well as save like seven cats from trees and woah I even found a goat on one, Did you know goats climb trees? It's amazing, I mean I knew that already but I never thought I would see one in New York, And-"

"Calm down, Speedy Gonzalez! Have you ever heard about punctuation? And, I don't know, breathing?" Tony sasses before noticing Peter is also wearing an elf costume. "Did you go around saving old ladies from crosswalks in that?"

"Oh this?" Peter looks at himself, "I wasn't sure what to dress as but then Morgan told me she needed an elf brother and I was happy to be hers!"

Okay. That makes sense, Tony guesses.

"Has the party already started?"

Tony jerks his head and sees Rhodey, in a ridiculous candy cane suit. Like, seriously, what is going on? Why is platypus wearing that colorful, er-, thing, where only his face is visible?

"What's up, honey bear? Did you get abducted by aliens, where they did all these terrible things to you, and now you have a nineteen year old college student clown soul trapped in your body? Come on, Rho-rho, you can do it! You can win the fight for the right of control. Now really, what party?"

"Ha-ha. Very funny, Tones," Rhodey says with a fake laugh. "I hope you haven't forgot that today is Bobunk day."

The fu-?

"Bobunk is my favorite!" Morgan almost squeals. "It's what makes Christmas magical."

"It sure is, honey," Pepper agrees and Peter nods. OK, maybe he drank too much coffee. Or not enough!

He turns to his desk to get his mug so he can wash down the brown liquid. It is then he notices two big present boxes near the wall, that were not there before.

"Who the hell put that there?"

"Boss, you should mind your language! Morgan has ears." FRIDAY spoke.

"Sorry honey bee," Tony says trying to ignore that the sentence "has ears" was a bit odd, in the context. Like, it is true, but perhaps not the best way to put it. Maybe he needs to check FRIDAYS NL program, and see if she's not trying to learn her vocabulary from websites where people forget the difference between "they're", "their" and "there". Anyway, the presents! What are they doing there?

As he approaches the packages, they "explode" with a loud pop revealing Nat and Clint smiling from ear to ear, with present bows in their heads, dressed in wrapping paper, and shouting "SURPRISE! MERRY BOBUNK CHRISTMAS!!!"

Okay, now he is sure they are trying to troll him. He gets it, he deserves it for all the times he did the same. It was never at this level of crazy, though. He would keep it to wit and sarcasm.

*knock, knock, knock*

The sound came from the balcony glass doors. It is dark outside and Tony can't see anyone. And who would enter through the balcony? Except for him, of course? He purposefully ignored it.

*KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK*

He looks again. Nothing. He resists the urge to ignore it again, but then whoever is outside is probably freezing. And they are just pranking him in a weird way, they don't deserve to turn into ice cubes, right?

When he opens the door, he sees a snowman. Dressed. As. Captain. America.

"Ahah, joke is on you! This is more of a jab to Capsicle, not me."

"What are you talking about, Tony?" The voice sounds so much like Steve's. Where the- "Holy shit!"

"Language!"

The effing snowman is speaking. IT. IS. SPEAKING! Like, it is not Rogers dressed as a snowman. It is a effing snowman, like a real one.

"How are you doing it?" Tony is still perplexed. And not even sure he can believe Olaf here actually had enough humor in him to be passing as a snowman.

"Doing what, Tony?" the freaking snowman actually frowned.

"Make it so realistic?"

"Tony, do you always need to be so rude?"

"Wha-" *CLASH*

Tony rushes inside to see what has been broken. He hopes it wasn't anything related with his Christmas project.

He stops. Thor is there, blinking. Not with his eyes, no. He is lighting on and off in several spots. You know.... like Christmas lights!!! And he is fighting is bots!

"I challengeth thee to fight me with honor, arms of metall. Thee shalt learn the warth of the mightie lightning!"

"Pepper! Pepper Ann!" Tony calls.

"What is it, Tony?"

"What is happening? Please tell me you are seeing how weird this is. I'm not going crazy, right? I don't do crazy."

"What are you talking about?" she smiles, "You are always crazy. Come! Let's see the nativity scene."

"We don't have a nativity scene, Pepsy Pep."

Pepper chuckles as she points to two new figures. Yep! He gives up. Yep, yep. For the good of his sanity, he's going to pretend everything is normal.

Wanda is dressed as Virgin Mary, and is hugging(?) Vision who seems to be wrapped in a big blanket, and very naked under it.

"Hey there, Mary, baby Jesus." Tony acknowledges. "Where is Joseph?"

Vision replied with baby cries. Totally normal.

"I'm a single mother."

"Oh yes, of course you are. Sorry for the assumption."

"I am Groot!"

"You're right, you a-" Did the tree just talked?

"Meow!" T'Challa says, his cat tail wagging as he "paws" at panicking Bucky and Scott, who are hanging from the tree - which has grown, just a note - like Christmas tree decorations. From above, Sam and Hope are laughing. They have wings so they can fly away from the sharp claws of the King of Wakanda.

Of course this is normal. He just probably traveled to an alternate universe. He just needs to know how to go back to his sane plane of reality.

The tree is gigantic, now. It's breaking the glass doors and cracking the walls. It is threatening to destroy the whole tower. This can't be. No matter how everyone is ignoring what is happening, this is dangerous and he can't let anyone get hurt. Specially Pepper and Morgan.

He makes a gesture to call his suit, and flies outside to assess the damage. Curiously enough, nothing seems to be in danger.

"Boss!"

"Yes FRIDAY?"

"We have an UFO incoming, and fast."

"Say what now?"

He looks and sees something is coming his way. His GUI zooms on the object.

"This is normal, this is normal, this is normal."

"SANTA SMAAAAAASH!" Green Hulk Santa yells, as he flies through Tony in a sled pushed by a black reindeer with a helmet that looked the exact same as Loki's.

They smash into the tower, because why wouldn't they, right? The 'K' of the STARK lettering of the tower falls.

Then he sees it! It all makes sense, now! This is Bobunk Christmas in its perfection! This is his destiny.

Letting himself accept the Christmas spirit burning inside him, he flies to the top of the tower, that now was more tree than anything else, opens his arms and legs and turns on the repulsors, casting a magnificent light, turning into a blinding shining star.

He feels magnificent!

Everyone on the street below start to cheer and applauding the exhibition. He did it! He got the best Christmas decoration of the world!

"Stark!" Everyone shouts.

"Stark!"

"Please! This is not about me," he says.

"STARK, WAKE UP!"

Tony jerks as he wakes up.

Fury is towering over him with a disapproving frown. Everything is back to normal, since it had all been a dream.

"Stark, why are you looking at me like that?" Fury asks, with actual confusion painted in his face.

"I makes total sense!"

"What does?"

"You!"

"Me?"

"You are my Bobunk Christmas Grinch!"

THE END!

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nobody2212 · 6 years ago

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Original Character A.N.O x Elliot Alderson

chapter [I] A strange encounter

Loud buzzing was ringing in my ears as I suddenly opened my eyes. I got up from the bed, still feeling shaken by the nightmare I just had. 'Shit, it's Monday' I think, staring at the little black alarm clock on my nightstand. It read 7 AM in bold green characters. I ruffle my hair with my right hand. My body was pleading for some more rest but I knew I couldn't afford to waste more time. I simply took my phone to check for new messages I might've received last night. I notice 2 messages from Tyrell wellick, Annoyance clear on my face as I read the text about how if he made me his personal manager, my payment would get boosted aka bullshit. I just responded with a 'no thank you' at his 'generous' offer. Plus, I don't want my cousin's wife to think something dirty is going on.

Yes, you heard me, I'm the cousin of this dipshit. You would assume that I'm the same as him since we're related and all, but guess what, I actually deny and don't go straight up killing like him. I've worked at E-Corp for like what? 3 months now? And everyone sees me as an enemy, well more like the fans and the F-society clan. Most people don't even know what F-society means, That name's true meaning is 'fuck society' in my opinion. My inner monolog was abruptly stopped as the realization struck me,

'who am I even talking to?'

I shook my head and check the time, now it was 7:15 AM, 'wow I spent 15 minutes staring at the wall' I get up and stretch before deciding to take a bath. While preparing the tub, of course, I put a bath bomb in there. I usually like to entertain myself with those. I put my headphones on and I let the warm water and music relax my aching muscles. I lay there for 30 minutes. After I got myself out I then dry my hair and body. I jump into my suit and put my hair in a nice bun. I go to get my glasses with screen protection because I want to actually see when I'm old. I laugh at my little joke then give food to my bunny, Scott, and leave some water for him before I leave for work, feeling both bored and sick of this hell of a day named 'Monday'.

I pass both men and women, all somehow looking scared yet confident, I see teenagers with masks on their faces as they run past me, one of them colliding shoulders with me, making me lose my balance a little. As I regain my balance I hear the kiddos screaming "F-SOCIETY BITCH!" from behind me. I smirked, seeing how these revolutionary people who created 'F-Society' Just gave these rebels the reason to burst out like bombs. I chuckle, unimpressed by this world. I enter the subway and immediately notice an overdressed dark figure sitting down, waiting for their ride. I tried not to seem too obvious, my introvert self got curious but I just brushed it off, losing my interest as soon as it came. I sit across them, opening my termux and tried to connect with this person's phone.

yeah yeah, I can already hear you say: 'what the hell? you work at e-corp but you're a hacker, but you are not in F-Society?' well let me let you on a little secret, whoever made this, they never wanted that to end like this, they had a good and reasonable cause for it. Maybe people from the company? maybe the corruption and the nasty things women have to do to be someone?

Yeah, sorry but no, I'm not into that shit. I always had the urge to meet them, though. This site they used to make posts, it was so well encrypted, it made my heart skip a beat at how good they were. You may be asking why I said what I said about them. That's just how I feel about it, no one can do this shit ALONE

My attention got caught by the dark dressed guy. He was staring at me deeply, he must have noticed the black text, I quickly turned off my phone and just got up. Luckily, my train was there so I had a good excuse to leave. To my surprise, they also got up and started to follow me. I felt my body tense but I quickly recovered and tried to act as nothing happened. He probably knows I'm onto him. but I'm relaxed because I know I'm going to work and they cannot pass the guard. But this is most likely a common ride and I'm worrying too much, haha. I smile to myself when I notice they were looking at me again. The train stops and I get off, this being the station I was supposed to be at. Then I just leave, still feeling their eyes on my leave form. I give them a smirk over my shoulder.

'well, that was interesting' I laugh to myself as I walk out of the subway to my building (e-corp). It only takes a short while for me to get to my office. I put my purse down before I start the computer, ready to

start this somehow not so bad on monday.....

TIME SKIP TO 4 PM

wow, I'm very surprised Tyrell didn't visit me at all, he must have been REALLY busy today' i think as I get my stuff and put the papers that need to be finished in my purse. I say goodbye to everyone before I start walking to Ron's coffee shop. I heard what happened to the owner. Very unfortunate for him. I get my coffee and waste no time to walk out. I get to the old' sweet subway quite fast. While I wait for the train to arrive I can't help but notice someone with a black hoodie sitting next to me. I ignore the fact that our shoulders were almost touching. After a few moments, I hear a deep male voice say:

"you tried to hack me...why?"

His voice seemed lifeless and cold and that made a shiver run up my spine. "Well you caught my attention with your way of dressing, You looked like you were hiding something, but I didn't seem to get anything out of Termux" I answered, trying not to sound as interested in the topic as I actually was "So did you follow me back there or was it just pure coincidence?" he was silent for 5 seconds then spoke "Well e-corp and Allsafe are pretty close" I turn my head to look at him, only to catch his beautiful eyes already staring at me. "I thought the boss of Allsafe died and that the company died with him," I say a bit thrown off by his eyes

"one of my colleagues discovered that the company has a very nice compromise with e-corp," he said then got up, I followed suit after I noticed our train was here. I entered a different door, only to stare at him from across the corner of the cabin we were in. I huffed under my breath then averted my gaze from him to text my friend, Ollie, who has been single for a while now, not that I'm interested or anything. Ew, no. I just wanted to note that, who knows maybe I'll need it for later. I decided not to tell him about this guy and just get this man out of my head.

I go back to my hacking for a while before I notice someone in here had a stolen phone in their possession. I shortly made a report about it to the police. 15 minutes pass before the train stops and I walk out. In no time I'm back to my apartment's building. I turn on my phone to check the time, the screen read 6 PM. Jesus, I must've talked to that guy a lot. I chuckle as I enter the building then shortly after, my small-sized apartment. Seeing Scott jump and make cute rabbit sounds made me smile. I picked him up, giving him a few pets. After I set him down in his cage I changed my clothes. now more comfortable, I plopped down in my bed with my laptop.

I soon notice my Kali is open, but those were not my commands. I quickly cancel every process it had, then quickly backfire the other hacker's camera. I smirk, seeing that it was the guy from the subway again "What? Already got obsessed with me?" I chuckle, knowing I won't get an answer, "Next time you underestimate me, use the //blockcamera_01." I shut down the laptop, knowing its clean from any social media. After I set it on my nightstand I decide to go to sleep but first I made sure to delete every message and log out from every account on my phone.

That night I fell asleep with a cocky smile resting on my face

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stilinskiimagines · 8 years ago

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Second Choice//Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Reader.

*REQUESTED*

You had been with Lydia and Kira when Tracy attacked. You and Lydia were both pretty beat up, so when Stiles came running in and went straight to Lydia, it broke your heart. You watched as he stared at her, your heart twisting up in your chest.

You laid on the ground, paralyzed. No one seemed to pay attention to you, you had a wound on your thigh, a pretty sizable one too.

“Stiles.” Scott said, standing in the doorway of the basement. “Stiles.” He repeats. Your boyfriend stares on at the girl you could never compete with.

“Stiles, come on.” Scott says for the third time. You whimper as you see tears threaten to leave his eyes.

“Stiles, I’m fine.” Lydia nods. “Help Tracy. Find Tracy. Go.”

“It’s okay. She’s all right.” Theo reassures him.

“Come on, Stiles.” Scott urges.

Stiles turns to go with his best friend when his eyes meet yours. You feel tears roll down your face as he looks at you. He doesn’t look at you as long as he looked at her. He merely glances, before running to his best friend.

No one helped you up, no one came to your side. You helped yourself up after regaining feeling and you left. You went home and went straight for the shower. He picked Lydia over you. He couldn’t even give you the time of day.

“Hey, babe.” Stiles pecked your lips as he walked up to your locker.

“Baby!” You smiled as he kissed you.

“Look, I know I told you that we’d hang out tonight but I’m supposed to go help Lydia with something.” Stiles leaned against a locker.

“Stiles, you did this last time. And the time before.”

“I’m sorry…I’m just trying to help.”

You sighed. “You’re not trying to help me.”

You stepped into the shower, tears streaming down your face. This was the final straw. You aren’t healing like you should be and you were paralyzed, yet your boyfriend picked her over you. You let the water wash away your tears. When you got out you texted him.

Sorry to do this over text. I just don’t think I can do this anymore. Getting picked over Lydia was a given when we started dating even though it shouldn’t have been. I’ve put up with this for three years. Three years, Stiles. I’m done. I’ll pack the things you have here and give them to Scott, but I don’t want to see you anymore. Please don’t come over.

You dry your hair and get dressed before climbing onto your bed. You examine your leg. The cut was deep, maybe three or four inches and it was wide open. You should’ve healed by now and you were terrified. You let yourself give up, your ugly sobs probably disturbing the whole neighborhood. The knock at your door stopped you. You wipe your eyes and slowly creep downstairs. You open the door and roll your eyes before trying to shut the door.

Stiles sticks his foot in before you can shut it all the way. “Y/N…”

You look at him, his tear stained face and his puffy eyes tell you he cares about you more than you thought.

“Please?”

“Stiles, I’ve had enough. I really have. I can’t keep coming second to her. This is senior year for God’s sake. If I need a fresh start I deserve one.”

“Hear me out. Please.” He wipes his eye as a tear falls.

You sigh and open the door. “Fine.”

You watch as he enters, the tears falling down his face makes your stomach hurt.

“I’m sorry. I know that a simple sorry doesn’t make up for this, but I am. I didn’t know you were going to be there. Scott said it was only Lydia and Kira. When I saw you there…I thought I was going to explode. I hated myself for not thinking you could be there. I hated myself for not looking for you first.”

“You didn’t even try to help me. I’m not healing, Stiles.”

You see his gaze fall on your thigh. “Oh my God..”

“I always fall second. Always. I’m tired of it. If I’m going to have a boyfriend I should be his first priority. I should be the one he thinks of first, not some silly elementary crush.” You sigh.

“I know. I know that. You have to let me convince you to change your mind. Please. Let me change.”

“People don’t change, Stiles. They grow. It’s been three years and you haven’t grown at all.”

“Please. I promise you it’ll be different.” More tears fall and you shake your head.

“It hurts. It hurts to be chosen second everyday by someone that you love with all of your heart.”

“Y/N. I mean this. Please.”

You swallow as you meet his gaze. You feel tears slip.

“You get one month. If I still feel like I’m not important I’m done.”

He lets out a sigh of relief. “Fair enough. I love you…more than words could ever say. I don’t mean to choose Lydia over you.”

“Just please consider how I feel.”

He hugs you tight and kisses your forehead. “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too, Stiles.”

#stilinskiimagines #stiles stilinski #dylan o'brien #teen wolf one shot #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf fic #teen wolf #tw

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ramajmedia · 6 years ago

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Friday The 13th: 10 Hidden Details About The Horror Movie Costumes You Didn’t Notice

We will never look at a hockey mask the same way again because of Jason Voorhees. Seeing it instantly reminds us of the first time we ever watched a Friday the 13th movie, and we will always think of Jason when we see that same mask outside the films.

Yet, there's more to the wardrobe of Friday the 13th than that infamous mask. In fact, there's a treasure trove of trivia regarding the attire of Jason Voorhees and other Crystal Lake residents. So, take a seat by the campfire as we explore the costumes in the Friday the 13th franchise.

RELATED: 10 Fan Theories That Will Forever Change Your Favorite Horror Movies

10 A Moral Dilemma

Assigning fates to characters based on their life choices is an enduring trope in slashers. It's right up there with saying, "I'll be right back." The writers stuck to a dichotomy of morality and immorality when writing female characters. Jason killed women who had sex, used drugs, and dressed alluringly, whereas the virgins and prudishly-dressed were spared.

Final girl Rennie was overdressed in a shirt, a vest, and baggy pants in Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan. Meanwhile, resident bad girl Tamara offers her half-naked body to their English teacher. Can you guess what happens to her?

9 The Case of the Reappearing Sweater

In Friday the 13th V: A New Beginning, survivor Tommy Jarvis from The Final Chapter checks into Pinehurst Halfway House. The facility's director is Pam Roberts, who was played by Melanie Kinnaman. Although she isn't the main character, Pam is the movie's "final girl."

By the end, she and another of Jason's potential victims fend for themselves in the woods near Pinehurst. As they run, the pink sweater wrapped around Pam's shoulders disappears and then returns throughout the sequence. According to the Crystal Lake Memories documentary, this goof is the "bane of [Kinnaman's] existence." She didn't even like the sweater.

8 Going 3-D

The eighties had a notable resurgence in 3-D-shot films. Jaws 3-D and Amityville 3-D were popular examples, but Friday the 13th Part III was at the forefront of this short-lived revival. It was a daring choice at the time, seeing as shooting in 3-D wouldn't be easy for director Steve Miner—especially with his film being the first to use the Marks 3-D system.

It wound up being a learning experience for everyone involved. Something Miner and costume supervisor Sandi Love had to keep in mind was the color of the characters' clothes; certain colors interfered with the 3-D process.

RELATED: Every Single Friday The 13th Movie (In Chronological Order)

7 Über Jason

Jason received his most radical costume change in Jason X. Set in the far future, a space station discovers the corpse of famed killer Jason Voorhees. He's then revived as a cyborg after coming in contact with nano-bots aboard the ship. Thus, Über Jason was born.

Kane Hodder's costume for the role was a cumbersome one-suit with limited motion in the limbs and knees. He wore red contacts, too, that unnerved the crew. In addition, an android named Em-14 starred opposite Über Jason. Her actress (Lisa Ryder) was restricted in a corseted, full PVC outfit during the film's action-packed conclusion.

6 Daddy Dearest

If there's one moment in Friday the 13th Part VII: The New Blood that confuses fans, it's how Tina Shepard's father looks at the end. Originally, actor John Otrin was going to be portrayed as equally decayed as Jason. He was in full costume and makeup, ready to shoot. However, associate producer Barbara Sachs, who did not care for horror movies, was not happy with Mr. Shepard's rotten appearance.

Director John Carl Buechler had no time to go over Sachs' head and get permission from producer Frank Mancuso, Jr. Hence why Tina's father looks so bland in the finished cut.

5 Remake

Ten years after its debut, fans have come around to the remake, and Jason's stunt actor Derek Mears is one reason why. The film's effects artist, Scott Stoddard, wanted to use physical maladies—such as hair loss and skin rashes—to convey Jason's humanity in a way other films didn't.

On top of body makeup and fake skin, Mears wore a chest plate beneath his costume that adjusted to his muscles' movements. To give the appearance of scoliosis, Mears put on a prosthetic hump. Something else unique to this movie was how Jason used both the burlap sack and hockey mask.

RELATED: 10 Horror Movie Remakes That Missed The Mark

4 A Tale of Two Jasons

The fandom is divisive over the fifth entry A New Beginning. After sending Jason off in The Final Chapter, the producers had to come up with a new way to bring him back—and that they did.

At the end of the fourth sequel, "Jason" is actually a deranged paramedic incognito. To this day, this decision doesn't sit well with fans. Tommy Jarvis imagines seeing Jason from time to time. So, director Danny Steinmann used different masks to distinguish between the real and fake Jasons. To tell them apart, the impostor's mask had blue marks as opposed to red ones.

3 A Seminal Setup

The low return for Jason Takes Manhattan urged Paramount Pictures to sell the character rights of Jason to New Line Cinema. Director/writer Adam Marcus' first film Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday generated polarized opinions.

For most of the movie, Jason does not even appear in person. Instead, his spirit possesses people. Viewers agree the story would have been okay for a non-Friday horror flick. In the last scene, Jason's mask is snatched by a familiar arm—wearing Freddy Krueger's glove was no other than Jason's stuntman Kane Hodder. And, ten years later, we got Freddy vs. Jason.

RELATED: Friday The 13th: 10 Most Brutal Jason Voorhees Kills, Ranked

2 The Sack

There was contention behind the scenes about the movie using Jason Voorhees as the killer in Friday the 13th Part 2. The timeline just didn't make any sense.

Now, it isn't a slasher movie unless the villain has a gimmick or wears a disguise. So, costume designer Ellen Lutter covered Jason's face with a burlap sack. It's rather plain-looking, but what the audience imagined was underneath the sack was scarier than what was possibly there. Lutter was also the first person to play adult Jason in the series. She appeared as him—legs only— at the beginning of Part 2.

1 The Mask's Origin

Jason Voorhees did not appear in the present-day storyline until the second film. And, in that sequel, he's not even wearing his signature mask.

The iconic Jason mask we all know and fear nowadays was first owned by the character Shelly Finkelstein in Friday the 13th III. Later in the same film, Jason dons the mask before continuing his hunt for more teenage victims.

The mask—the originator remains a source of dispute after all these years—was based on a vintage Jacques Plante Fibrosport Elite model. The one Shelly owned was modeled after a Detroit Red Wings goalie mask.

NEXT: Fashion Friday The 13th: All Of Jason Voorhees' Looks, Ranked

source https://screenrant.com/friday-thirteenth-horror-movie-costume-details/

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dr0wning-in-hell · 8 years ago

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Hybrids - Teen Wolf pt 2

Summary : A pack of supernatural beings let you into their pack but you can’t shake the feeling that you’re being watched. One night after a high school party, your dreams are invaded and you and your new found friends are threatened by the one who turned you into what you are today

Word Count : 2k+

Warnings : slight smut, threats, slight blood, dead bodies, The Vampire Diaries / The Originals, fluff? I believe that’s all.

Prompt : Another idea from my head, that’s all.

Pairing : hybrid!reader x teen wolf characters (Scott McCall)

A/N : okay, so a lot of you liked the first part which made me so happy, so here’s the second part! I’m bringing in The vampire Diaries / The Originals because it all goes with my on going plot line.

part one

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You had just walked out of your first period class, the words Scott said to you right before you walked in still ringing in your ears. You couldn’t tell if he was starting to grow feelings for you or not, he was to good at keeping his chemosignals under control. As you all parted ways to go to your other classes the feeling of being watched was sending a tingle up your spine. Walking a bit faster to your class, you still couldn’t shake off the feeling. You ran into class, nearly pushing a few students into the wall or each other, the feeling disappeared. which sort of calmed your nerves but not by much.

“Alright class, today we will be in groups of two.” The teacher said as soon as he stood up from his desk. The class cheered, but then feel silent at the next words the teacher spoke. “And I will be assigning your partners.” The class groaned but the teacher just ignored it, quickly pairing the students together.

“Miss. Y/L/N, you will be with Mr. McCall.” You looked back not even noticing the Scott was two rows back from you. He smiled, giving a small wave before gathering his things and sitting next to you. You smiled back, moving your books aside so that he had room for his. The teacher explained to the class what the assignment was and the instructions to get it done. You and Scott started out in silence, reading over the packet one more time just to make sure you understood everything. When you two started on the task it was still pretty quiet, Scott would ask for a few materials and you’d hand them to him, then your mind would drift off.

A hand waving in front of your face snapped you out of the thoughts of being watched. “Hey, Y/N are you okay? You seem a bit out of it today.” Scott said as he continued on with the assignment. You nodded, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I just feel like I’m being watched…” You mumbled. Scott quirked an eyebrow. Sighing you explain more. “I’ve been in Beacon Hills for almost a month, the first week I was fine, but at the beginning of the second week I felt like someone was watching me, like they were studying me. I don’t know if it’s just nerves, or moving again, or what, but I just feel like someone is waiting to pounce on me.” Scott’s eyebrows furrowed, making creases in his forehead. You held back the urge to smile, instead deciding to look down.

Scott’s hand landed on your knee, making you look up at him. “You’ll be okay, you’ve got us, you’ve got the pack to look after you- I’ll look after you.” Laughing softly you take the materials from Scott and finish the project within seconds.

“No offense Scott, but I’m not entirely sure that your pack likes me. Especially that one girl…what’s her name, Mia?” Scott chuckles.

“Malia.” He corrects you. “And she’ll come around, it just takes time with her.” You nodded. The class went on pretty fast from then on, you and Scott working on other class work since the two of you were the first ones to finish.

Lunch had rolled around and in all honesty you didn’t feel like sticking around in the school for much longer. As you gathered your things you couldn’t help but feel the stares from multiple different people behind you. Slamming your locker shut, you adjust the grip on your bag and turn around. Scott’s pack stood there, smiles on their baby like faces. Raising an eyebrow, you look over all of them.

“What?” You asked. Lydia grinned, a grin that obviously meant something good or bad.

“We’re taking you to a party tonight.” She said. You laughed.

“No you’re not.”

“Yes we are. Scott told us that you think we don’t like you, and this will be the perfect time for us to get to know you, so you’re going.” Lydia says again. You could already tell that there was no point in arguing with them so you huffed, agreeing with her. She clapped her hands together, far to excited about this.

“Great! Well, since I don’t have any classes left and you’re obviously about to leave you and I are going out shopping.” She grabbed your hand, dragging you away with you groaning behind her. Scott had walked up to the group right as you and Lydia left. Even though you were outside the school by now you could still hear him ask,

“Where are those two going?”

Stiles was the one who answered his question. “Lydia is taking Y/N out dress shopping for the party that we’re dragging her to tonight.”

Lydia had dragged you to just about every single store in the mall, and there you were with nothing- not a single bag yet. Lydia huffed as you two continued to walk around the mall. She stopped, her head twisting to the left. Her pink tinted lips tuned upwards, her hand reaching out and grabbing yours and dragging you into another store. She walked around, going through all the racks until she pulled out a dress. It was a short, mauve colored dress with a large opening in the back and zipper right down the middle. Lydia smirks, throwing you the dress and ushering you over to the dressing rooms.

“Alright, come on out!” She called from the other side of the dressing room. You opened the door, Lydia’s jaw hanging low as she looked at you. “Damn, you look gorgeous Y/N, you’ll be knocking out anyone who sees you in this dress.” She smiled. “You’re getting that one.”

You shake your head. “I don’t have the money for this dress, Lydia, I can’t even afford a motel room.” You huffed. Lydia shrugged.

“I’ll pay for it, and don’t worry about paying me back, I got this.” She shoved you back into the dressing room and you changed while Lydia went to go find a dress for herself. As you were putting your clothes back on the feeling of someone watching you came back. Your claws extended, mind racing. When you lifted your head up yo couldn’t see anyone, no one else was in the room with you. You changed quickly after that, rushing out of the dressing room and looking for Lydia.

You found her at the front counters, paying for the dresses. After she was finished the two of you walked out to her car, making small talk as you made your way outside. Lydia unlocked the car doors and you both got in, going to her house because she was so very desperate to do your hair and makeup for this party. It took her about two hours to get you ready and then she got herself ready afterwards. When she was done she picked up her phone and dialed one of her friends.

Hanging up, she turned around and looked at you. “Kira and Malia are on their way to pick us up, and from there we’ll go to the party.” She informed you. You nodded and waited for the other girls to show up. It took roughly 15 to 20 minutes for them to get to Lydia’s house, but you didn’t mind the wait. When the two girls got there you and Lydia walked out to Kira’s car, both the coyote and fox whistling at the two of you. You chuckled, scooting into the back seat along with Lydia. As soon as you were strapped in Kira sped down to wherever this party was being held. You weren’t even close to the house and you could already smell the alcohol and hear the blaring music. The four of you stepped out of the car and walked to the front door, opening it and not at all surprised to see drunk teenagers from Beacon High.

“Let’s go find the others!” Malia yelled over the music. You nodded and the group padded their way through the large, sweaty crowd to find Liam, Scott, Stiles, and a three other kids in the backyard. Liam twisted his head, smiling and waving your group of four over to him and the others.

“There you are! We’ve been waiting for you!” Stiles said, obviously a bit tipsy. Malia stood by his side, his arm wrapped around her waist. You looked at the other three kids awkwardly, not knowing who they were. Stiles caught your gaze. “Right! Y/N, this is Mason, Hayden, and Corey!” He introduced you to the three. You narrowed your eyes at Corey, his small body tensing at your intense stare.

“Chimera.” You grumbled then looked at Hayden. “Werewolf.” Mason. “Human?” You tilted your head. His eyes widened.

“How could you tell what we were?” He asks, amazed.

“I’m part vampire part werewolf, my sense of smell is stronger, and you three.” You point to the three younger kids. “Give off a strong smell.” They don’t say anything, instead they walk into the house along with Liam, Malia, Stiles, Lydia, and Kira. You stayed out in yard, Scott for some reason staying behind as well. You leaned against one of the wood pillars, gazing up as the stars as you tuned out everything around you- except for the surprising comforting feeling of Scott. He stood next to you, his back pressed to the pillar your arms were resting on. Even if you weren’t looking at him, you could tell that he was staring at you.

Eventually he started to break the silence. “You look beautiful, Y/N. I forgot to say that when you walked in.” He said. You turned your head, smiling a bit as you looked at him. He was wearing a dark colored shirt, black jeans, a leather jacket, and what looked to be Converse. He looked great too you couldn’t help but admit that to yourself.

“Thanks, you look good too.” He smiles, a smile that would have made your heart flutter if you had a heartbeat. It was silent again, a nice silence that made you feel comfortable.

“Why’d you decide to come to Beacon? I mean, yeah your parents were some of the founders, but there has to be more than family ties to bring you back.” Scott says, grabbing your attention once more. You shrugged, eyes still locked on the night sky.

“I don’t know honestly, I guess I just wanted to come home. I haven’t been here in decades, and since there haven’t been any hunters after me lately, I thought that now would be the time to come home.” Scott nodded. His hand fell on yours, making your eyes drift down from the sky. He smiled and dragged you inside, automatically dancing when you two entered the room. Several people stared at you in awe, most of them drunk and horny teenage boys. You and Scott danced to the loud music, only a few feet apart until he got sudden burst of confidence. His arms were wrapped around you in a second, pulling you closer to his body. You arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, closing off the little space that was left between you two. Without either of you thinking you both started to grind on each other, each movement matching the beat of the music. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth, eyes gazing up into Scott’s chocolate brown ones through your eyelashes. You were lost in the music, not having felt like this in forever.

A few hours later the party had ended, everyone going home. Malia drove a very drunk Stiles back home, Kira giving Lydia a lift, and everyone else finding their own ways home. Since you were staying at Scott’s house he drove the two of you home in his car. The ride back was almost and awkward silence, but it hadn’t yet reached that level.

Scott pulled up into his driveway, giving you a small smile before the two of you got out of the vehicle. You walked up to his bedroom while he got something to drink, pulling out one of your t-shirts before slipping out of your dress. You hadn’t realized that Scott had walked in on you slipping off your shirt. You didn’t mind that he was standing there watching you, plenty of people had seen you countless times over the centuries. He coughed awkwardly as he walked into the room. You walked to the bathroom, washing your face and taking your hair down from its place, your eyes looking into the mirror- watching Scott.

When you walked back out Scott was under his covers, only in sweats. This didn’t bother you either, so you got yourself nice and cozy under the comforter, you and Scott just staring at one another.

“I know you want to say something.” You said, adjusted your head on your arm as you looked at Scott’s face, his eyes tired.

“I do, I just don’t know how to say it? I don’t know, I mean I’ve only known you for two days and I think I already have feelings for you.” He mumbled. Your senses were right, like always. You smiled softly at him, reaching out and stroking his cheek softly.

“I haven’t had feelings for anyone in nearly a century, and I can tell you that I feel the same way.” He smiled. “I think I have feelings for you too.” After your last words his lips were pressed firmly to yours, his hand on the side of your head and pulling you closer to him. He pulled away, needing air to fill his lungs. You smiled at him, your hand falling from his cheek and going down his arm until your hand was resting on his back. Your bodies were pressed together, no room left between them.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” Scott mumbled, closing his eyes. You smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose.

“Goodnight, Scott.”

Blood. It was everywhere. You couldn’t tell if you were dreaming or if you were actually awake.

Bodies laid everywhere, the moonlight casting a white, ghosting light over the deceased. Your eyes were looking over everything, trying to figure out if you were dreaming or not.

“Y/N..” A voice whispered.

No. No, it couldn’t be him, he was dead. He is dead.

Your head snapped back, eyes landing on the person you had hoped you would never see again.

His eyes bored into yours, making you shiver. He stepped closer, closing off the foot long gap. His hand brushed your cheek and you flinched back.

“Still so beautiful…to bad you’re going to be dead soon.” Your eyes widened. “I’m coming back for you and everyone you care about. You left me for dead, now I’m going to kill you.” His hands clasped your head, twisting your head and snapping your neck.

You gasped, your body bolting upright. Your body was shaking violently, and you were wheezing, even though you weren’t able to breathe. You involuntarily woke Scott up with your loud wheezing. In seconds he had gripped your arms, trying to get you to look at him. You eyes were glossy, full of tears. Scott’s thumbs went under your eyes, brushing away the falling tears.

“Hey, hey calm down. You’re okay, it was just a bad dream.” He said. He sounded tired and you felt bad for having woke him up. You shook your head, your own hands holding onto Scott’s.

“It wasn’t a dream. It was a threat. He’s coming for me. For us.” You whispered in a shaky breathe. Scott’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Who?” Your E/C eyes looked directly into Scott’s brown ones.

“Klaus Mikaelson.”

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darkstrangevirgilanxiboi · 8 years ago

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High School Trends That I Remember Fondly

Okay so let me share with you all some quality high school trends from my days in high school because boy were we a bunch of sass masters These all took place from 2007 -2012 because I went to a weird fusion school that lumped every grade from 7th to 12th together ( that means we had thirteen year olds up to 18-19 year olds in the same school ) Anyway let's go 7th Grade( I was a smol 13 year old) First off there were like 30 kids in each class okay? So.... - Pencils as hair decor ???? Why???? - Swiping needles from Home Ec and sticking them in your finger JUST under the surface of the skin to freak out the teach - Referring to lunch as ' the troph special' -Girls sending guys Valentine's that just said ' U R No Good ' and ' Allen Ur Not In My League ' - Guys sending girls tiny stuffed animals for V Day with cards that said ' I'm Soft For U' and ' Be My Plush One?' - Claiming various things had ' killed our ancestors ' : ' I can't do long division , my thirty seventh great grandfather died doing that' ' No I can't answer that question sir, every male in my family so far has died answering English questions ' ' I'm not allowed to be disciplined , discipline killed my grandma' - Wearing rubber bands as bracelets or rings and the tighter you could get it the cooler you were ???? This kid almost lost a finger by third period I mean ..... -Asking our biology teacher what would happen if insects could speak every class period ' What if wasps could speak but they only spoke Mid-6th Century English ' ' What if spiders all speak Russian' ' Do you think bees know English ' - Pestering our history teacher for the history of the Leaf Village ( I'm sorry Mr. Hoagland ) - Replying ' Deleted' when your name was called ..... I accidentally started this one 8th grade ( I was 14 ) - Rap battles to settle arguments ???? - Yoyo fights. It got intense. -Every white boy in school dressed like a bad Western movie character , cowboy hats and spurs and SO.MUCH.PLAID. - ' The Dew Crew', a gang of boys who drank nothing but Mountain Dew as refreshment , was born and monopolized the school's soda supply of Mountain Dew . All of them made it to adulthood but it is suspected they no longer require sleep and eat only the disdainful glares of women for survival ( at their peak there were 15 of them ) - Intense shouting of someone else's name every time something went wrong ( usually the name Sasuke ) - Pentagrams everywhere ; drawn on any surface we could find unsupervised for a second , started by me doodling in art class and picked up by my squad . The school board thought someone was possessed by the devil it was GREAT.... I NEVER GOT CAUGHT - In Chemistry we watched Finding Nemo about 3 times a week because the teacher was really forgetful and he let us watch it when he forgot his lesson plan , so by the end of the first month that year every kid he taught would call various roundish objects ' the butt' and I was nicknamed' Dory ' by everyone I knew Also the principal was nicknamed' Bruce" -Hardcore Zombie prep planning , there was a gang and everything . The Apoca-Punks are still strong - Disney discourse in English class because our teacher was a huge nerd for Disney and loved nothing more than to watch us argue over which princess would beat Gaston in a fight faster ( Kida won by a landslide but we all agreed Mulan would murder him in five seconds flat ) Also he nicknamed all of us after Disney characters and I was Lilo ( my best friend was Stitch ) - Okay so I brought a bag of chocolate as a treat for the class one week and I was really tired and out of it so when the teacher ( our English teacher Mr . Bagley, who was also the principal) asked me to ' explain the historical properties of chocolate' I got sarcastic and went ' For many years chocolate has been used in medicinal treatments for ailments of all kinds. Perhaps it will even cure the lack of hair on Mr . B's head' ...... For a second it was dead silent and then he laughed and said "Well put , you continue to live up to your nickname, Lilo!" - Shakespeare quotes at inopportune times " Exit, pursued by a bear" " We are in the middle of a test , Austin. " " A rose , by any other name , would smell-" " DO NOT ENCOURAGE HIM INDI" - The drama kids dramatically snapping during arguments - Okay so there was this weird loft zone in the second gym( because our school had two , a sucktastic old one from the fifties and a newish one from the eighties ) nobody was supposed to go up there unless they had permission and it was for filming a basketball game ??? But everyone went up there anyway and at least ten couples lost their virginity up there ( what a weird place to do it tho , we kept the wrestling mats up there) I sluffed class a few times and took a nap there And it became a Thing to draw a little baby face on the wall if you lost your V card there -Supergluing coins to stuff???? There's still a dime on someone's locker and it's been like ten years -' Ambrosia' , AKA this super delicious combo of cherry slurpee , Sprite, and orange Fanta that our English teacher made us during parties . He literally made it in these huge plastic bins and just ladeled it out to everyone 9th Grade( I was 15) - The Goth Invasion Everyone who was punk enough wore black ripped jeans and eyeliner and streaked their hair with red and black One kid never left the Goth phase , we love u Scott ( it's cool he was our school's Warren Peace anyway ) - AFTER A SCHOOL ASSEMBLY VIEWING OF SKY HIGH FOR HALLOWEEN MY CLASSMATE SCOTT WAS NICKNAMED WARREN BY THE ENTIRE SCHOOL He was really salty about it too , he said " Warren isn't goth he's Punk there's a difference you capitalist Bible thumpers' Scott got 54 Valentine's that year but just shrugged and gave his candy to me and my squad because we were , as he put it ' the only punk crew in class, plus you're all really cute ' He never kept a girlfriend very long but he was the nicest guy you've ever seen ( everyone thought he was gay but just too shy to say it ) Over the years he is consistly hotter , and more unashamedly Goth - My sister arrived in school and was immediately the most popular kid in school and was nicknamed ' Princess ' - My squad got nicknamed ' Squad 7 " due to our obsession with Naruto and other anime , and we each were nicknamed after characters from the show by my friend Indi ( who was named after Indiana Jones, no lie) Melanie was ' Kiba' ( which delighted her because she would marry him in a heartbeat ) Mackenzie was ' Neji' because according to Indi she was the most monologue-y Chandra was ' Hinata' because she was shy but fierce And I, Aubrey , was ' Gaara' because according to Indi :' Your dad is kinda sucky and you've got two siblings . You're sort of the social outcast of school and when you get annoyed enough it's like you've got this terrifying supernatural thing in your eyes , I love it ' I LOVE THAT NICKNAME 10th Grade( I'm 16) - ' Because I'm Batman ' being an answer to every question - Goonies puns - Three girls got pregnant and were called the ' Baby On Board Squad" - Due to this teen pregnancy scandal , my heavily Christian community had our school hold assemblies about how ' Sex will kill you' and how ' every time a teen has Sex Thoughts, an angel cries' ..... There were ' God Is Abstintent ' posters everywhere So naturally we revolted and the drama class put up these fliers reading ' Without Sex, You Wouldn't Be Around . ' ' Satan Loves You and Wants You To Explore Your Perfectly Normal Urges ' ' Sex Won't Kill You- But STD's Could! Use Protection! ' ' Wrap It Before He Taps It And The Angels Won't Be Crying " " Boys Like Girls.Boys Think Of Girls In Sexual Ways. Boys Best Treat Her Right First . Boys Best Be Stepping Up As Baby Daddys If They Tap Dat " And many more golden rebellious posters - Shouting " Go Go Power Rangers " when dealing with a problem and just out of nowhere any kid wearing the appropriate Power Ranger colored shirt would appear So you'd get a guy in red , a guy in blue , a guy in black , a guy in white , a guy in green , a guy in gold , a guy in silver, a girl in pink and a girl in yellow and they'd all pose dramatically and do the Power Rangers moves - Rubber band slingshot warfare using hairpins as ammo - The school dividing into Benders and Non Benders , and the school's most loved outcast was deemed Avatar( I got the honor so my squad was nicknamed accordingly ) - High School Musical was the biggest thing ever because our music teacher WROTE THE SCORES FOR THEM I MEAN....... We all knew every song by heart that year Everyone shipped Chad and Ryan 11th Grade( I was 17 ) -Percy Jackson was huge and everyone wanted a godly parent - Every girl used a dramatic break up song to end things with her man it was GLORIOUS - Taylor Swift was playing on the radio every day - My class finally realized that my friend Courtney and I had the same exact birthday and birth year , and thus introduced us to substitute teachers as ' The Fraternal Twins' Courtney and I are both gonna be 23 on March 20 at 6:40 am - Our history teacher thought my friends and I were in an assassin cult because we were always drawing kunai knives and swords and guns , so he banned kunai drawing????? And it thus became the Cool Thing to graffiti everywhere??? All because I drew one on my ASVAB???? -The sheriff pulled me out of homeroom because I'd been overheard singing P!nk's " Funhouse" and the Secretary thought I was an arsonist because of the line " I'm gonna burn this sucker down " and thus rumors spread like wildfire that I'd: ~ Murdered someone ~ Witnessed a crime ~ Started a gang war ~ Shot a cop ~ Robbed the one gas station in town ~ Insulted the sheriff's daughter by not inviting her to my birthday party so he was here to bribe me to do so ~ Stolen the sheriff's prized collection of horse paintings 12th Grade ( I was 18 ) - Posters everywhere about the world ending ( it was 2012) - Harry Potter mania - John Lennon Memes???? No really on the anniversary of his death the school was flooded with posters of him everywhere saying " In Loving Memory Of A Dreamer " and the radio only played his music and the drama class went around stating facts about his death it was surreal and I was part of it

#high school #truth #funny

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by Roseann Cane

A screen descends, and on it a political television commercial appears. We hear the voice of Senator Charles Whitmore (Graham Rowat), a Republican North Carolinian candidate for the Senate, and see a familiar visual collage of family, flag, and good Christian folk. As the screen disappears, we find ourselves in an offstage waiting room at a university, where Whitmore, accompanied by his wife, campaign manager, and a starstruck student, prepares to stoke support for his candidacy by speaking to an enthusiastic crowd.

It’s just three days before Whitmore’s inevitable reelection. But it seems that something has shaken Whitmore’s devotion to “faith, family, and football.” Just a week before, there was a shooting at the elementary school Whitmore’s two sons attend, and friends of his sons were among the 29 children gunned down. Whitmore is experiencing a crisis of faith and is agonizing over his established stance in support of gun rights.

His campaign manager, Alex Klein (an outstanding Keira Naughton), who also happens to be a Jewish Democrat from New York, is beside herself when she learns that Whitmore intends to forego his prepared speech and describes his doubts instead. Klein understands that such a speech puts Whitmore’s candidacy is at stake, and she argues mightily for him to stick to the script. Whitmore’s wife, Sara (Judy Jerome), is devoted to her interpretation of Christian values and her relationship with the Lord. She may appear to be a subservient Southern belle where her marriage is concerned, but she has a will of steel and a temper to match. While her husband quotes John Lennon, “God is a concept by which we measure our pain,” she is outraged and unshakable, using every weapon in her arsenal–seduction, shouting, verbal manipulation–to bring back the man she thought she knew.

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Williams is passionate about gun control, and he understands the need to create a national conversation before any change can be made. Much to his credit, he and director Cohn (who is also his wife) have required a talk-back after every show. (An impressive roster of speakers is scheduled for each show at the Unicorn.) On opening night the audience had the great good fortune to have a talkback with the playwright and the director, and I was gratified to learn about Williams’s motivation to inspire an inclusive, respectful discussion of gun control nationwide, which he wisely sees as a crucial step in bridging the divide in opinions. He and Cohn hope to take Church & State to every state in the union. As Williams writes in the program notes, “While most writers hope that their work will live forever, my dream for this play is that it will become obsolete….I hope it moves people in some way. Perhaps enough to take action with their voice and their vote and bump the needle ever so slightly in the conversation about gun violence.”

As I watched the play, I found it difficult to accept Whitmore’s change of heart. Rowat turns in a fine performance as the tortured politician, but, like so many, I’m confounded and heartbroken by the many conservative politicians who, even after the horrifying regularity with which mass shootings occur, still insist that “guns don’t kill people; people kill people,” and urge that arming teachers is the way to stop school shootings. The fault, as I see it, is in Williams’s writing, and because I admire his passion so much, it pains me to say that. The play has many fine moments, including scenes between Naughton and Jerome, who find that despite their very different beliefs, they have much in common. The entire cast, including Andy Talen who neatly takes on four different roles and plays each one very well, is excellent.

To her credit, Cohn is well aware of the necessity to move the action along at a steady pace. Unfortunately, there were quite a few times during the show where pairs of characters shouted their dialogue in unison, making it impossible to hear what either was saying. I wished the conversations has a more realistic overlap. David L Arsenault’s scene and lighting did the show proud. David Murin’s costumes seemed nearly perfect; I only wish that Jerome’s shoulder tattoo had been covered. It peeked out of her sleeveless dress, and I don’t think Sara Whitmore would ever get tattooed, so it was a distraction from an otherwise admirable performance. Kudos to Scott Killian for his skillful and original sound design, and to Alex Hill for his projections and video design.

Church & State is not a perfect play, but it is an important one. I do hope Williams and Cohn achieve their wish to produce the play nationwide, and that people from the entire political spectrum have the experience of seeing it and participating in the conversation after the show. I hope that you, too, will see this provocative play during its run at the Unicorn, and join in the conversation afterward. We need to talk.

The Berkshire Theatre Group presents Church & State by Jason Odell Williams, directed by Charlotte Cohn, from June 14-30, 2018, on the Larry Vaber Stage in the Unicorn Theatre, 6 East Street in Stockbridge, MA. Scenic and lighting design by David L Arsenault; costume design by David Murin; sound design by Scott Killian; projection and video design by Alex Hill. CAST: Judy Jerome as Sara Whitmore; Keira Naughton as Alex Klein; Graham Rowat as Senator Charles Whitmore; Andy Talen as Tom/Marshall/Reporter/Security Guy.

Tickets for Church & State are $56, and $47 for Previews. Tickets may be purchased in person at the Colonial Ticket Office at 111 South Street, Pittsfield or by calling (413) 997-4444 or online at www.BerkshireTheatreGroup.org. The Ticket Office is open Monday–Saturday 10am–5pm, Sundays 10am–2pm or on any performance day from 10am until curtain. All plays, schedules, casting and prices are subject to change.

A Talkback with will follow every performance. Names and dates of Guest Speakers are subject to change without notice. Special Talkback Guests are as follows:

6/16 8pm Charlotte Cohn (Church & State director) and Jason Odell Williams (Church & State playwright)

6/18 7pm Laurie Norton Moffatt (Director and CEO of Norman Rockwell Museum)

6/19 7pm Senator Adam G. Hinds (State Senator)

6/20 2pm Dr. Alan Chartock (WAMC President/CEO)

6/20 7pm Jennifer Goewey and Tess Lane (Elizabeth Freeman Center representatives)

6/21 7pm Jodi Faith Sherman (Parkland’s Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School Alumna) and Charlotte Cohn (Church & State director)

6/22 8pm Philip R. McKnight (Constitutional Law Professor; B.A., Williams College, J.D., University of Chicago Law School)

6/23 2pm Anne Thalheimer (Everytown Survivor Fellow)

6/23 8pm Malcolm Nance (Author, Counterterrorism and Weapons expert, WAMC and MSNBC contributor) and Joe Donahue(WAMC Senior Director of News and Programming)

6/25 7pm Mark Barden (Sandy Hook Promise), his daughter, Natalie Barden and Greg Gibson (Author of Gone Boy; Representative of Everytown for Gun Safety and Antiquarian book seller)

6/26 7pm Greg Gibson (Author of Gone Boy; Representative of Everytown for Gun Safety and Antiquarian book seller)

6/27 2pm Chris Haley (Director of MA Department of Mental Health)

6/27 7pm Representative William Smitty Pignatelli (MA State House Representative)

6/28 7pm Josh Horwitz (Executive Director of Coalition to Stop Gun Violence)

6/29 8pm Jane Tillman (Evelyn Stefansson Nef Director of the Erikson Institute for Education and Research of the Austen Riggs Center)

6/30 2pm Charlotte Cohn (Church & State director), Jason Odell Williams (Church & State playwright) and Paul Friedman (Executive Director of Virginia Tech Victims Family Outreach Foundation)

6/30 8pm Dr. Andrew Gerber (Director of Austen Riggs Center)

REVIEW: “Church & State” at Berkshire Theatre Group by Roseann Cane A screen descends, and on it a political television commercial appears. We hear the voice of Senator Charles Whitmore (Graham Rowat), a Republican North Carolinian candidate for the Senate, and see a familiar visual collage of family, flag, and good Christian folk.

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