#'help this master prepare some and you can have an extra gold star on your sticker chart?'

[sunderwight]

Thinking about this post about "preschool mode" and just imagining a version of a Shen Yuan who had been a preschool teacher before he transmigrated, and keeps habitually approaching all of his disciples and some of his fellow peak lords like that.

[guess-my-next-obsession]

The Mandalorian and The Corellian

Chapter One: The Deal

pairing: din djarin x corellian!reader

summary: needing repairs for his new N-1 ship, Din emergency lands on Tatooine. by sheer luck and coincidence does he stumble upon you, a master mechanic from Corellia. he accepts a proposition from you in exchange for fixing up his starfighter, and just like that—it begins.

warnings: star wars stuff, takes place after BOBF so spoilers for that?? sorta??, all in all just a cute little first chapter. all of the feelings to come eventually.

words: 1.9k

series masterlist | my din playlist

Din wasn’t happy. His speed rocket of a starfighter taking an unexpected hit from an asteroid forcing him to land on one of his least favorite planets—Tatooine. Though he’d more than earned his respect in the outlaw desert-world of a planet, it still was never a smooth trip.

“What do you say we pay our friends a visit?” Mando landed the ship near Mos Espa, sighing as he thought about the long and hard fight he helped fight in order for Boba Fett to remain unchallenged. “Remember last time we were here?”

The child cooed as his father-figure raised the roof off their pods, lifting him from his seat and holding him in one arm as he hopped down from the jet. He slowly marched into town, studying the peacefulness carefully as he made his way to the palace.

“Mando,” Fennec greeted as she hung outside of the palace, a smirk on her face as she walked up to the Mandalorian. She lowered her eyes to the kid and smiled at it, watching its big eyes as they blinked at her. “Just visiting?”

“No,” He began following her as she walked to the Cantina, placing Grogu into his satchel and hiding him behind his cape. “My N-1 needs some work. I don’t imagine you know anyone that knows how to work on a Galactic-era starfighter?”

“It must be your lucky day, Mando.” She turned around while they stood at the bar, pointing over at you sitting in a booth all by yourself, tossing back your drinks with ease. “Y/N is new to town, but she’s Corellian, so anything she touches turns to gold.”

“Is she…can I trust her with the kid—with Grogu?” He asked, slightly hating the way he hadn’t been able to hide his emotions since the kid came into his life. Fennec nodded and gave him a sincere look, making him take a deep breath. “Well, if you’ll excuse me.”

“Should I let Fett know you’re in town?” She called out as he strutted away.

“I’ll make my way over,” He replied as he reached your table. You eyed him carefully as he stepped over, standing tall by your table. “I’m told you know how to work on a N-1.”

“I’ve never seen an N-1.” You replied, lowering your drink from your lips and giving him a once over. “Although, I’ve also never seen a Mandalorian.”

“There’s a first time for everything.” He quipped back, taking a seat in front of you. “Listen, I’m prepared to pay…if you can give it a shot.”

“Alright, I’ll take a look…but,” You sat forward, resting your elbows on the table and crossing your arms. “I need an escort out of the Outer Belt.”

“Where exactly?” He asked begrudgingly.

“Corellia.” You gestured at yourself and answered dryly, as though it was obvious. Din rolled his eyes inside his helmet and sighed.

“That’s a long trip. My ship…it’s too small.”

“I have my own ship, Mandalorian. I just need an extra set of eyes…or two.” Din reached to cover up Grogu, but when he reached for him, he wasn’t there. He panicked and looked around, only to see Grogu climbing onto your lap. “Well, hello there. Is this your…food…pet?”

“He’s…listen, I’ll escort you on your trip. Just—go and look at the ship.” You chuckled at his fluster and handed the kid back over, standing up.

“Lead the way.”

•••

“Dank ferrik…this can’t be the original model,” You complimented as you ghosted your fingers across the perfect chrome exterior.

“No, it was a rebuild by myself and a friend.” He stood still as he watched you lean into the wounded turbine, getting a better look. Your brows laced together as you reached in, pulling out debris and throwing it into the desert behind you.

“Peli?” You asked over the sound of asteroid rocks being ripped out.

“Uh, yeah. Do you know her?” He stepped forward, joining you by the wounded turbine to watch what you were doing more carefully.

“I do. She’s a friend.” You sighed as you extracted the final bit of shrapnel from the turbine, spinning it and watching it move with ease. “Why didn’t you go to her?”

“It always ends up costing me,” He tried his hand at a joke but you only looked up at him with a squinted expression, your hand covering your eyes from the brightness of the suns. “And mostly because she’d blast me if I brought it back in this state.”

“Yeah, she’s a feisty one. Well, Mando—can I call you Mando?” You asked, watching his helmet tip down in a subtle nod. “Mando, I won’t blast you or charge you for this. Should be a relatively easy fix. I only ask that you keep your end of the deal once I get this baby back up in the air.”

“You have my word.” He nodded again and held his gloved hand out for you to shake, you accepting it with an amused smirk.

“So who’s the kid…your kid?” You asked, walking back into the town and over to your little hut/shop to grab tools. Mando followed closely behind, the kid cooing to be let free from his secure hold.

“Not…not biologically. But yes, he is a foundling trusted in my care.” You chuckled at his attempt at sounding stern, hearing his words laced thick with concern for the child.

“I was going to ask how you managed to…procreate given,” You turned back and looked him up and down with a grin. He looked good, granted you didn’t even know if he was human. “Everything.”

“There are ways.” He defended quickly, earning another surprised laugh from you. “Not—not that I’ve…I just know that it is possible. For Mandalorians.”

“What’s the fun if you can’t even see your lovers eyes as they make love to you?” You pondered romantically, clutching your heart as you spun around and walked backwards through the desert-town. You couldn’t see a thing past his helmet, but somehow you could almost feel his lip twitch in response, your eyes dropping to watch as his fingers clenched into a fist before releasing. “Though, I suppose it may add to the whole experience.”

“Will it be this way the entire trip to Corellia? If so, we may need to renegotiate our terms.” He was so serious, and you were so…not. It was funny to make him flustered, but you truly did need to return home.

It had been far too long since you’d been back. The moment your cousin, Han Solo, left the planet, you decided that you wanted to, too. You were only 14 when you stowed away in his ship, waiting until he was deep into space before making your appearance, scaring both him and his Wookie friend. Somehow, he’d agreed to let you stick around, and you’ve been floating around the Outer-Rim ever since. Now, ten years later, you felt a calling to go back to your home planet and reconnect—if there was anyone still left to reconnect with.

“No, I’ll stop.” You turned back around as you approached your door, it’s metal sliding open as you stepped up to the identifier. The Mandalorian stood still outside of your home as you entered, causing you to turn back. “Would you like to come in?”

“No, I’m fine.” You raised your hands in apology and continued inside, grabbing your toolkit and a few parts you noticed needed replacements. Throwing the heavy bag over your shoulder and grabbing your toolbox, you headed back out, the door locking behind you. Din felt guilty watching someone of your size have to carry so much, and reached out his hand for the bag. “I can help,”

“Believe it or not, I’ve got it.” You shot him a smirk over your shoulder and continued walking. Din took in a sharp and subtle breath as he watched you carry on so independently. He’d never met a woman so…stubborn. “Have you always been so stoic?”

“Have you always been so nosy?” He countered, watching as you grinned in shock at him, nodding in approval.

“Fair.” You chuckled and shrugged the bag off your shoulder as you reached the ship. You set your toolbox down by the turbine and watched as The Mandalorian stood still, watching you. “Are you…going to stay here and watch me the entire time?”

“I figured.” He responded, mimicking your dry tone. You chuckled again and shook your head—you were certainly in for an interesting time on the way to Corellia.

“Well, make yourself comfortable.” You gestured at the dry sand around the ship, Mando remaining still. “Or…not.”

“Is there any discreet lodging in the town?” He asked after a moment.

“Didn’t I see you with Fennec? I’m sure if you’re good with her, you can stay anywhere.” You spoke over the sounded of clunking.

“If I show face too much around, somebody will ask for my help. I don’t have much desire to help anymore than I need to.” You chuckled at his words, imagining the stories the Mandalorian must be able to tell, though you couldn’t imagine him sharing any.

“You can stay at my place. As long as the kid doesn’t try to kill me in my sleep.” You joked and walked around the turbine to watch as the Mandalorian sat in the sand with the child, watching his green friend as he stumbled around. “So what’s a ‘foundling’?”

“As a Mandalorian, I’m sworn in creed to care for him. But…he means more than that.” He replied, watching as the kid walked back to him and onto his lap.

“He seems to love you.” You spoke softly, dropping your usual sarcastic and flippant tone. Mando’s helmet tilted as he looked up at you wiping the grease off your hands. “Uh, it should be fixed.”

“That fast?” He stood up with Grogu cradled in his arm, walking over to inspect the turbine. “This looks brand new.”

“It’s in my blood.” You shrugged and gestured to the cockpit. “Start her up.”

“Do you mind?” He offered you the kid and you hesitantly accepted him, holding him on your hip as Din climbed into the cockpit and turned on the engine, it running flawlessly. He shook his helmet and grinned behind it, impressed and, if he was being honest with himself, a bit attracted to your skill. He shut it off and climbed out, nodding and accepting the child back. “Are you sure I can’t pay you?”

“No, no. Just remember the deal. We leave first thing in the morning.” You wagged your finger at him and watched him tip his helmet in agreement. “Well, let’s get you two settled at my place.”

“Let me drop the ship off with Peli…now that she can’t scold me for wrecking it.” You could’ve sworn he laughed, but it must not have came out through his modulator. Either way, you chuckled and nodded. Watching as him and the kid took off towards the hangars.

At least you now had time to tidy up your hole in the wall, hating yourself as you jogged back into town for wanting to impress a man of all things. If Han taught you anything, it was to never try to impress a man—they’re far too undeserving and stupid to notice. Though, something in your gut told you that perhaps this man—this Mandalorian—was different. Perhaps he was neither undeserving or stupid, and perhaps that was the scariest thing about him.

[ava-achlys]

The Boyz NSFW Scenarios

Lee Jaehyun (Hyunjae) - Intoxicated [Requested]

Request: dom Hyunjae + overstimulation

badboy! ceo! Hyunjae x PA! fem! reader

Warnings: petnames, dirty talk, slight degradation, a lot of grinding lol, some choking, Hyunjae is a narcissist here

Finally finished this one for @jaepocket ! Thanks for requesting, I hope you like it 💕hope you don't mind that I made Hyunjae an asshole lol

Work parties have taken a toll on your boss, and as the best personal assistant in the world, you help him home.

You kept a watchful eye over your boss throughout the Christmas party. Year-end parties were lined up back-to-back for the most influential entrepreneur under 30 in Seoul. Jaehyun was being extra charming tonight, wooing men and women alike with his dazzling smile, charisma, and powerful aura. He knew he was untouchable, and it showed in his walk. Long legs that could rival any model, perfectly coiffed light brown hair, and a designer tailored suit hugging him in all the right places, showing off his broad shoulders. He glances over to you, and shoots you a wry smile from across the room. No one else might have noticed, despite the fact that everyone who spoke to him couldn't take their eyes off him, but a subtle flush dusted his cheeks and there was a slight glassiness in his eyes that alerted you. Jaehyun has definitely had too much to drink. You stride over to him, and he politely excuses himself from the flock of older women giggling and sidling up to him, and meets you halfway on the dance floor.

He walks to you with a slight wobble, and reaches out to steady himself... by grabbing your hips. "Hey you," he grins, thumbs softly rubbing your waist through the thin material of your dress. You resist the shiver that runs down your spine, the warmth emanating from his hands a welcome sensation since the place was freezing. A mansion full of people and it was still cold? The hosts hadn't bothered to turn the heaters on. That's probably how the rich stay rich, you supposed. It definitely didn't help that you were wearing a skin-tight cocktail dress, with a little slit up the thigh. "Sir, I think you've had enough to drink tonight," you murmur, gently tucking a lock of golden hair back into place. Jaehyun grimaced. He had a glass of wine with every group that approached him that night, and he wasn't feeling too well now, considering everyone wanted to meet with the Lee Jaehyun™, one of Seoul's most prominent and eligible bachelors.

"Let's get you home then, sir, you really need some rest. Or rather, your liver does," you sigh, offering your arm for him to hold on to so he doesn't fall flat on his face in public, possibly ruining his reputation. He lets out a hearty laugh, and intertwines his arm with yours, trying to maintain a power walk out of the place, nodding at other party-goers that greet him in passing. He gratefully gulps the fresh air outside as you wait for his chauffeur to pull up in his stupidly expensive limousine, helping him to clamber gracefully into the backseat once it arrives. You're about to shut the door to book a ride home for yourself when he tugs on your arm, a blazing fire in his eyes as he looks up at you, and you know he wants you to come home with him tonight.

You glance around quickly, making sure no one is watching you get into the car with him, but really, who would question a PA ensuring that her drunken boss gets home safely? You quietly slip into the plush leather seats, leaving a space between you two just in case he feels stuffy or nauseous. Jaehyun roughly loosens his tie, and you can't help but stare at his large, veiny hands. Before you can snap out of it, he catches your eye and smirks, using those very hands to yank you closer, almost sitting on his lap. You yelp in surprise, your hands flying up to his broad shoulders. He smashes his lips onto yours, messy with tongue and teeth and a moan escapes you when you taste the sweet alcohol on his tongue. His warm hands roam all over your body, deftly pulling up the hem of your short dress so he can run his hands up your thighs and grope your plump behind. "Been staring at your ass all night, who said you could wear a dress like this?" he growls against your lips, squeezing the flesh tightly to prove his point.

You weakly push him away, and he stares at you, offended that you don't seem to want him, when you're usually so pliant and obedient for him. "I don't think we should do this, sir, you're not thinking straight," you stutter. Jaehyun barks out a laugh, startling you. "Am I? I'm not drunk, kitten, I only spoke and acted like that so we could get out of that damned party. And maybe I'm not thinking straight, because all I've been thinking about the whole time is ripping that fucking dress off your body, you fucking minx," he snarls, grabbing you again and manhandling you to straddle his lap, sounding completely clear and level-headed. He had everyone fooled; even you, and a crushing disappointment engulfs your heart.

You don't get to feel sorry for yourself though, because Jaehyun is pulling you close, grinding the obvious bulge in his slacks against your clothed pussy as he makes out with you again. You let him run his hands all over you, feeling his lips trail down the side of your lips and down your neck, smudging your lipstick everywhere. Jaehyun doesn't care, clearly, he just wants to make a mess out of you, and you gladly let him, both of you so absorbed in each other that you didn't feel the car roll to a stop. You hadn't even noticed the opaque partition had been pulled up until you heard the electronic buzz of it being lowered, and the indifferent voice of the chauffeur came through. "We've arrived at your destination, sir and miss."

Without so much as a thank you, Jaehyun flings the door open and tugs you into the building's lobby. He owns the whole building obviously, but he lives in the penthouse suite, swiping his keycard to unlock his private elevator. He wastes no time attaching his lips to the back of your neck as he presses you up against the walls of the elevator, grinding on your ass the whole way up. He leaves you panting when the doors open, and he goes to punch in his keycode. The lock beeps, and Jaehyun snarls when he's halfway through the door and you're still lagging behind, knees too wobbly to walk properly thanks to his earlier ministrations. "What are you waiting for kitten?" You shake your head, embarrassed that sloppy make-outs and grinding like lovesick teenagers is enough to make your head spin.

Jaehyun strides towards the bedroom, stripping his expensive clothes as he went, but instead of making a right turn to the master bedroom as he usually does, he makes a left to the guest bedroom. You don't have time to ponder, because he's pulling you in and shoving you onto the bed, dark eyes staring you down as he fumbles with his belt. The intensity of his gaze makes you tremble. Is it from fear, excitement, or a morbid combination of both? He finally gets all his clothes off, and his hard cock is swinging heavily with every step he takes towards the bed. He prowls, like a predator, and you're too petrified to even strip or prepare yourself, but apparently that didn't matter to him.

"You still on the pill?" Jaehyun demands, and you nod feverishly. "Good." And with that he rips your lacy panties off in one fluid motion, and hikes your dress up to bunch up around your waist. You hear the material rip, but before you could bemoan the hefty price tag, Jaehyun slides his throbbing cock inside you, making you arch your back as you moan loudly at the intrusion. He gives you barely any time to adjust, knowing how much you like taking it raw, and starts thrusting harshly. You can't help but moan loudly, almost going cross-eyed from the mixture of pain and pleasure. You clamp a hand over your mouth when a particularly shrill moan slips from your lips, but Jaehyun tugs it away, wanting to hear how good he makes you feel. It's nothing more than an ego boost for him, but you comply.

Jaehyun gets sick of missionary fairly quickly. He does enjoy seeing your pretty face contort with pleasure, and watch your makeup run. But he likes fucking you from the back even more, loves the way you get on all fours for him, loves the way your ass jiggles when he spanks you, and loves how your legs give way when he's done making you see stars. He pulls out for a moment, flipping you over onto your hands and knees easily, ignoring the surprised gasp you make when he shoves his cock back into you. He picks up the pace, hitting your g-spot dead-on with this new angle. He wraps a hand around your throat, the expensive gold bands adorning his fingers pressing delightfully into your windpipe. He squeezes lightly as he slams into your core, and you scream, climaxing without warning.

The sudden clench around Jaehyun's dick has him swearing lowly. "Did I say you could cum, kitten? You know you have to ask for permission," he grunts, fucking you through your orgasm, maintaining his relentless pace. Your head is foggy, and you try to apologize, but every sharp thrust Jaehyun makes cuts your words off. He doesn't let up, using you to chase his own climax, slightly aggravated by yours. He presses down the middle of your shoulder blades, pushing you down further into the sheets so you're not holding yourself up with your hands anymore. You're grateful, because you can barely support yourself anymore, and you need a break. Except he doesn't give you one, hoisting you up by the hips to pummel even faster and harder into you, and your upper half is practically dragging along the sheets with every snap of his hips.

The delightfully torturous graze of silk sheets against your raw nipples, and the rough pads of Jaehyun's fingers relentlessly abusing your swollen clit sends you teteering close to the edge again. You can't cum, no, you won't cum until he tells you to. You want to be good for him, even though you're so close to climax again that it hurts. You hold out, gripping the sheets so hard that your knuckles turn white, when a particularly hard press against your clit and a low growl of "Cum for me now, kitten" sends you screaming once more, vision turning white as your searing-hot orgasm rips through your body.

You barely register Jaehyun's groan as he continues grinding into your g-spot, your pussy clenching almost painfully tightly around him, milking his cock dry as he blows his load deep into your warmth. You collapse forward onto the bed, trembling from exhaustion, chest heaving desperately to replenish your lungs with oxygen. Your whole body is sore and you know it's probably going to be worse tomorrow, and dark fingerprints are going to decorate your skin too. Above you, Jaehyun is still holding your hips up, pulling out of you with a grunt, cock hanging limply as he pants harshly. He watches idly as his cum drips out of your abused cunt, trickling down your legs, and drops your legs unceremoniously.

He stretches his legs, and gathers his sweat-drenched, possibly cum-stained designer clothing off the floor as he walks towards the door. "Clean yourself up, you know where everything is. I need you in the office early tomorrow morning." Jaehyun utters without so much as a glance back at your naked body, and the door shuts behind him with a loud click that echoes through the suddenly cold room. You hear him humming to himself and drawing a bath, and you shut your eyes, trying to suppress a sob at how horrible you feel, both physically and emotionally. Sex with Jaehyun was always hot, rough and mind-blowing, but recently you realize you always felt empty afterwards. Because he'll immediately turn cold once he's gotten his fix, leaving you to clean up after yourself and sometimes even make you hail a cab to go home afterwards. At least tonight he let you stay over, even though it's in the cum-stained bed in the guest room, without any post-coital care.

As you lay there, fresh hot tears stream down your cheeks, and you wonder if all the alcohol in the world could wash away the pain you felt of being used as Jaehyun's personal fucktoy; manipulating you into catering to his every whim and then carelessly throwing you aside once he's done.

[chrysalispen]

Prompt #7 - Nonagenarian

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"Where are you going, Nonna?"

Vita bas Laevinus smiled at the eager and upturned face of her young grandson - followed the sharp track of a pale blue gaze half-concealed beneath a forest of pale gold curls - and bent her attention back to lacing up her pattens. 

"Into the woods, dear," she said, "to prepare for tonight's dinner."

"By yourself?"

"And who else would be coming along? Your sisters are still at the schoolhouse and you've your chores to finish."

"Father says women and children mustn't go into the forest alone. There are monsters." The child shifted uneasily from foot to foot, as if he had something to say and not yet enough wherewithal nor courage to say it. "My chores are done, so I'll come with you, Nonna."

"Will you?"

"Someone has to protect you from the monsters."

"That's very brave," she said. "You don't even yet know why I'm going."

"...Are you gathering kindling for the hearthfire? Wait, but no- we have plenty of wood." His little brow knitted, a tiny line indexed from third eye to brow, before a sunny, triumphant smile replaced it. "It would be... would be gratuitous."

With a laugh she reached for the worn wicker basket hanging on the hook next to her shawl.

"Goodness, child, am I to be subjected to yet another of your large words?"

"I read it in one of Octavia's fairy tale books," he said, with an air of practiced indifference. "It means 'unnecessary'."

"Does it?"

"I can spell it, too. Want to hear?"

He was already rattling the letters off, swift and precise, before she could acquiesce. Five going on ninety, Vita thought with no small degree of amusement. The boy had mastered his letters before he was out of diapers and had feverishly consumed the contents of every book he'd laid hand upon since.

Vita ruffled his wild wind-tossed hair. "I'm going mushroom-picking," she said. "You can tell me some more of your words on the road. And if you watch and listen as well as you talk, you'll learn how to find the best caps for eating."

His eyes lit up.

"An adventure!"

"An adventure," she agreed, smiling.

~*~

Three winters passed and Vita was six and eighty.

Three winters had passed since her youngest daughter's death - since she'd come to live with her son-in-law and help care for the children - and she was starting to feel every turn of the seasons deep in her bones. Winter had lingered this year, and her difficulties remained even with the arrival of the warm months.

Safely unseen, watching from the window over her cookstove, Vita uncurled her aching fingers with the unhurried and experimental hesitancy borne of long experience with chronic pain. Her hands didn't hurt half as much as her poor hips; more often the chill left her too lame to forage in the wood alone for fear of falling. But she suspected it would not be so very long before she would be unable to cook the family meals without aid. 

She was starting to slow down for good. It was only to be expected. Happened to everyone eventually, she supposed. Even if she worried what would become of them after she was gone, whenever that might be. 

At least I have a willing and eager young assistant, she told herself, glancing at the boy dutifully slicing a small block of cheese. And that was true enough; her grandson's early promise seemed only to blossom with each passing day, his fine and agile mind paired with a penchant for observation.

Although she wished he would make some friends his own age.

"Don't you want to go play with the other boys, Nero? It's a nice day and everyone else is outside."

"I can't. Father wants me to help him plant the north field, so I'm not to play today." Wiry shoulders lifted and dropped in a single abrupt and listless motion. "It doesn't matter. I don't want to associate with them." 

"Whyever not?"

"...Because they're envious of me," he said, in as flat and factual a manner as she would have expected to hear had he informed her the sky was blue. He rolled up the sleeves of his secondhand dalmatica, faded and oversized, bulky in the waist but already too short in the arms; it was tight about those shoulders, knobby but broad. "Nonna, can you show me how to make your pasta?"

The boy's voice was curiously brisk. Vita's brows arched upwards in a silent question, but the calm and shuttered expression he wore told her she'd get naught else of importance out of him. 

At just eight summers he was already learning how to hide himself from the world. She sighed.

"Yes. But not before you wash your hands." 

"I know." He was already reaching for the water bucket. 

Her gaze sharpened at the sight of his forearms. They were mottled with fingerprint bruises, the marks made by hands much larger than any of his classmates. But before she could remark upon it, his arms dropped to his sides and the voluminous sleeves hid them from sight as he turned away and made a quick exit.

The old door latched shut at his back, and like an errant cloud crossing the path of the sun, Vita's smile faded. ~*~

"He's not taking any bleeding test and that's final." "What? Of course he'll take the placement test. Why wouldn't he?"

"There's no point. He's not going to any blimmin' Academy, either. Long past time he got his head out of the clouds and learned his place in the world." Atticus bas Sceava was well on his way into another stupor. The unlovely paired scents of sweat and stale gin hung around his haggard features like an invisible cloud, his bloodshot grey eyes squinting at her out of sallow sockets. "Anyroad, I need him for the harvest. Eleven summers is plenty old enough for him to start properly earning his keep."

"We can hire extra hands for the harvest if that's what it takes, Atticus."

"Thresher's broken. And I've not the money to hire extra hands, let alone send the boy to some high-priced school in the capitol. He belongs on the land-"

Vita's lips tightened.

"He belongs wherever he wishes to go. If his future is elsewhere then I'll do what needs must to help him find his path."

Her son-in-law drew himself to his full seven fulms of height, looming over the worn surface of the table. She tensed but held her ground; the drink always turned his temper sour but he had always stopped well short of raising a hand against her. "Old woman," he growled, "mind your place and stay out of my affairs. I am the head of this household. You have no right-"

"They are my grandchildren! I have every right."

His teeth bared, like the hackles of a rabid dog.

"You'll hold your tongue if you like it in your head. You've always encouraged him in these fool notions about his tinkering. He's had plenty of book learning -- more than any of his sisters -- and now it's time he learned how to be a man and help run the farm." A petulant sort of animal cunning twisted at his lips. "Besides, there's no one on either side of the mountain knows how to fix a thresher of that make and model. He'll be staying whether he likes it or not."

Vita's expression remained carefully impassive, but as Atticus slumped back into his chair and reached for his bottle, all she could think about was the way her grandson's eyes came alight every time he could do what he loved- and the shuttered coldness in them when he couldn't.

We'll see about that, Atticus, she thought, hobbling away, ignoring the grinding ache from shoulder to wrist as she leaned upon her cane. We'll see about that.

~*~

"Father wasn't awake to see us leave, was he?"

"No, dear."

"Good," Nero said forcefully. His long legs kicked to and fro and his sharp eyes were fixed upon the timepiece overhead.

It was a warm morning, this day of her ninetieth summer: very still and humid, and Vita and her grandson sat alone on the small platform to wait. In this remote part of the province, the train that eventually ran on a route into the heart of the imperial capitol came only once a day. 

She studied him, a boy with an intellect too large for his still-growing body. The clothes he wore were ill-fitting - more secondhand items from his sisters, worn and patched where the threads had run bare, too narrow in the back, too short in the arms and legs - but the texts in his lap were new, a farewell gift from the mayor who had acted as his patron when his acceptance letter had arrived from the Imperial Magitek Academy. 

"You have your iden... your card."

"My identification card, yes."

"And your train pass."

"I've checked twice now."

"Mind you pay attention to your route. I've heard they have soldiers on these trains that will be very rough if you try to get back on the train once you're off." She fidgeted nervously with the embroidery in her lap. "Do you have your lunch box?"

"It's right here." 

He patted the package that sat alongside the big leather bag holding all of his personal belongings, securely wrapped in plain hempen cloth, his initials sewn into the corner. Vita's smile was sad. 

"The very last meal we cooked together before you went away to your new school," she said. "Think of your poor Nonna when you eat it."

"I will."

"And mind you write often. I want to hear all about the city."

"...Nonna?"

"What is it, dear?"

"You needn't worry for me. It's an adventure," he said. "Right?"

For just a moment she saw something of the boy he'd once been, for the first time in years. Worry lingered there in the tilt of his mouth, perhaps. Bitterness. Or the anxiety that ever came upon the cusp of the unknown- and then like a passing cloud, it was gone and he was grinning at her: mouth stretched wide and exuberant, pale blue eyes twin stars.

It would be more difficult without his hands to help at the farm, but it was the right thing, she understood: to let him go his own way.

"One of many," she said, smiling at last.

[simple-heroics]

Class 1-A Girls as Roommates

Oh, my god, they were roommates

Momo Yaoyorozu

First of all, you lucky bastard I hate you. Secondly, I’d like to make the point that Momo is wealthy af and has no financial need of a roommate. So, if you two are living, you’re probably already great friends with her or more. 

Momo loves to share. She is an extremely generous person, so she'll totally offer you some of her food when she cooks and even some of her shower products. 

Totally lets you borrow her clothes. Different sizes? She's gotchoo! Can and will create the best clothes for you. This is especially helpful if you have a date.

Speaking of her Quirk, its usefulness becomes really apparent when you two first move in and are still figuring out where things are or what you still need for the house. Bought that knife set but somehow forgot a can opener? Momo’s gotchoo again. 

A great communicator and takes the initiative to make sure you guys are on the same page about chores. Despite her busy hero career, Momo still does a great job keeping up with her fair share.

Please sit and drink tea with her. She'd love it. Probably the best thing about being Momo's roommate is coming home at the end of the day to this beautiful woman omg are you're okay with just being roommates and catching up over cups of freshly brewed tea. 

If something happens and you’re unable to pa your rent one month, Momo can cover it. Will not guilt or shame you over this. No matter what kind of petty roommate argument you two might have, she will never hold that over your head. Ever. Things happen, and Momo understands that.

The not so great...

Yaomomo is such a sweetie but...she's also a rich girl who is used to a lot space. Her furniture will fill up the whole apartment. An entire kitchen cabinet is stuffed to the brim with her teas, so you'd have to find some other space to shove your cereal.

Nonetheless, she tries very hard to be a good roommate - especially if it's her first place after moving out of her parents' house/school dorms - and this sometimes leads to her being overly accommodating. That and the above can lead to some tension between you two. 

Momo has such long, beautiful hair...and it absolutely gets clogged in y'all's shower. Good luck.

Mina Ashido

Mina is the fun roommate! I’m talking late nights spent goofing off, playing video games and watching movies or even just talking if you want. If you two weren’t best friends before moving in together, guess what?

You’re best friends now. or more?

Alien Queen is also Snack Queen. Our pink homegirl buys lots of snacks and is more than happy to share.

Um, garbage? What garbage? Her Quirk dissolves it and that’s one utility y’all are saving money on now to get Kaminari to help with the electricity

No matter how bad your day was, how shitty your boss, how long your commute, Mina can always make you laugh. Which is a nice way to end an otherwise completely shit day.

Actually pretty good about keeping the apartment tidy! Living in the UA dorm taught her a lot about being considerate of shared spaces and she’s always out and about anyway. So almost no worries about messes 

Because she’s either out and about or doing patrols, you actually get the apartment to yourself quite a bit?? Ummm, SCORE! Until you start missing your pink roomie/bestie

That is, if she’s not inviting/dragging you out to do stuff with her! If you’re someone who needs a bit of prompting to get out of the house, Mina is great for that!

Also...the roommate who is constantly trying to hook you up with her friends. Like, I’m serious. If you’re not already seeing anyone, this die hard romantic will constantly try to set you up with people hey, roomie, pls introduce me to Kirishima. You won’t need a dating app ‘cause Mina Ashido is your roommate and girl knows everybody.

The not so great...

If you're pretty introverted or just really prefer quiet at home, being roommates with Mina can be hard. Mina is a social butterfly - loud and bubbly and all these other wonderful qualities that simultaneously don't mesh well with most introverts.

Speaking of social butterfly, she invites her friends over. A lot. And y’all know that the Bakusquad spells c h a o s

It would also not surprise me if Mina had a number of...ahem, overnight guests. So prepare for extra (awkward) company at breakfast.

Sometimes gets so caught up in her social life, all those hobbies, and hero work that...she forgets that rent or utilities are due. Whoops. You’ll have to remind her sometimes. 😬

Good luck if you have wooden floorboards. Mina loves to dance and this means a lot of scuff marks.

Ochaco Uraraka

This cutie! 12/10 would room with her if I could

When she first started UA, Ochaco had to move to Musutafu and live on her on which I'm sure was a little scary for a 15-year-old girl and definitely lonely. She wasn't looking forward to being alone again after graduation but wait! She has you!

Really appreciates your presence in your shared home and will undoubtedly cherish you, even treating you like family. It makes her so happy when she comes home after a long day of patrols and having someone respond when she says, "I'm home!" Ochaco, lemme be your housewife

Video game nights with Dekusquad? Video game nights with Dekusquad! 

Pretty clean and always does her dishes which automatically puts her the top tier of roommate categories, let’s be real. 

She knows where all the deals are, when certain sales are happening, and where to go for the best discounts. And she shares all this hard-earned knowledge with her precious roomie (that's you, boo). Grocery shopping with her is intense because she gets super competitive about getting those deals before everyone else but it's also so much fun.

Master couponer. You knows those ladies that clip so many coupons that they sort them into little bags and actually sell them in bundles? That's Ochaco. She's even part of some online couponing groups. 

But she always hands you the coupons for your favorite snacks.

The not so great..

Ochaco works really, really hard and takes on a lot of missions. So, when she gets home, the usually upbeat hero can be a little...grouchy. By grouchy, I mean snappy and sulky and -- who is this woman and what did she do to your sweet, adorable roommate? 

Seriously, just don’t talk to her or make a lot of noise until she sleeps for 10+ hours and eats or she might send you floating to your shared ceiling.

That roommate who will get on you if you leave any of the lights on or stay in the shower for too long. She is NOT shelling out extra cash on utilities next month because of you!! honestly same

Toru Hagakure

Another fun roommate! 

We’ve seen her room, and we can tell by looking at it that she loves to decorate. If you (probably) have different tastes than hers, Toru will find ways to compromise and combine both your preferences to decorate your shared apartment! You know what that means?

Ikea trips. Toru’s enthusiasm alone makes it so much fun but it’s not as fun when you inevitably lose her in that Swedish labyrinth. (Hint: Check the various kids’ sections. She got distracted by the cute plushies.) 

If you two are not constantly updating your interior design, you’re at least adding to it. it makes the space just uniquely yours and feel so homey.

Toru has some real 👌👌 taste in movies. Her movie collection makes for some awesome movie nights. Bring all the blankets, plushies, and the like and you’re in for a chill night.

Out of everyone on this list, I feel like she’ll be the easiest to convince to get a pet. She skips the “well, who is gonna pay for food?” talk and doesn’t spend any too much time deliberating over her busy hero schedule - just jumps right on in to the nearest adoption agency.

Congrats, you’re now parents of an adorable, slightly grumpy rescue cat. Which - bonus - actually makes it so much easier keeping track of Toru because it’s almost always brushing against her legs or on her lap.

The not so great...

Definitely the nosy roommates. She wants to know all the details about your life and is the type to peak into your room because she's curious. Her Quirk only makes all the easier for her.

She likes to leave cute or funny messages on the fogged up bathroom mirror or with magnets on the fridge which is cute but...unnerving when an invisible being sends you random messages in your apartment.

....and according to the wiki, she loves hidden-camera prank shows? Welcome to Jackass, roomie. You’re gonna get pranked.

Also because of her Quirk, she often has to remove her clothes to make full use of her invisibility but this has also lead to a bad habit of leaving articles of clothing throughout the apartment. You often find random socks and gloves and even shirts out throughout the apartment.

Tsuyu Asui

A+ roomie. Seriously, give this girl all a gold star.

Super tidy, super considerate, and super stoked to live with you. She’s used to a full house and honestly wasn’t so sure about living on her own straight after graduation. Then came you!

Tsuyu looooves to cook with you. If your cooking skills need work, she’ll happily teach you. Out of everyone else on this list, you share the most meals together. 

Soooo many blankets and pillows in your apartment! Tsu needs the extra layers during winter and honestly, just build a blanket fort for you two. It’s great. just roommates huh?

Absolutely will text you just to check in if she makes it home before you and has no problem either waiting up for you or even walking to meet if it’s dark. And honestly, what’s better than 

Being super straightforward, Tsuyu always lets you know if there’s something up with the apartment or just if she’d like you to be a little quieter coming home. Also an observant person and checks in on your needs/preferences as well. Y’all rarely have any typical roommate spats because she’s direct and makes sure to communicate.

We stan a sweet, considerate frog roommate in this household.

The not so great...

Because she grew up taking care of two younger siblings and then lived with the entire 1-A class (19 teenagers in one building -- that's insane) in the dorms, Tsuyu actually has little tolerance for messes in common spaces. 

Tsuya Asui ain’t your momma. You're both adults and you both pay rent, so she expects you clean up after yourself and will call you out if you don't.

Especially about those dishes left in the sink. You can say that you just left the pots in there "to soak", but Tsuyu ain't buying it. And she tells you as much.

Not above shaming your messes on her Snap story i’m that petty roommate or bringing up that you forgot to take out the trash in front of other people.

Kyouka Jirou

She's the cool roommate. By that, I mean the one you’re lowkey bragging about when you describe her to your friends. Girl is a hero, plays pretty much every instrument, and is just a cool person in general. It’s hard not to brag.

Seriously, just her mere presence alone makes your place at least 70% cooler than it would have been if you lived by yourself. That’s how cool she is.

Super respectful of your privacy. Like, she won’t even know what your room actually looks like unless you actually invite her in.

Great roommate banter. Kyouka has a great dry sense of humor and likes to tease people, so you two can go back and forth all day.

Great texter. She always gives you a heads up when people are over or if you guys need anything for the apartment. Bonus: lots of hilarious pics of Bakusquad being idiots.

Don't tell her that you can hear her when she sings in the shower; it'd just fluster her and make her self-conscious. But being able to listen to that amazing voice in your own home?👌👌👌

If you're someone who doesn't necessarily need or even want a tight knit relationship with a roommate, Kyouka is your best bet. She's generally really chill and won't get hyped over being best friends. 

That said, she’s a pretty empathetic person and easy to talk to. She’ll absolutely stay up late with you just to talk if you need it. Gives great advice.

The not so great...

You will lose track over how many times you ask her to turn the music down. 

Like Mina, Kyouka comes as a package deal with the Bakusquad. Kyouka doesn’t invite them over often because even she doesn’t want that chaos in her home but sometimes it’s inevitable.

She’s not much of a cook. Plus she’s pretty busy keeping up with her hero career, music, and group of friends, so she doesn’t have much free time anyway. This means she orders out - a lot. Good news? Hardly any friction over cleaning dishes. Bad news? Her take out boxes leave little room in the fridge for your food.

BONUS: Regardless of who you room with, you’ll hardly ever worry about a break-in or any crime in your neighborhood because your roommate is a professional hero and will kick any home intruder stupid enough to try anything.

[flipomatic]

A New World Chapter 7: Fully Devoted

Author Note: Miss Imai Lisa please accept my sincere apology.

First Chapter Previous Chapter

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Today should’ve been a good day. No, it should’ve been a great day.

Everything was lined up perfectly. There was a whole three hour block on the master schedule that was completely blank. Lisa was able to schedule a studio for the entire time.

All of Roselia would be able to rehearse together. The stars had finally aligned in their favor, for just three short hours.

At the start of rehearsal, Lisa’s heart felt warm as she looked around at her bandmates. It had been so long since they had practiced together like this, all in the same room.

They warmed up on some of their older songs, starting on Black Shout, with each instrument playing its part.

It didn’t sound the same though, not like it usually did. Lisa wasn’t exactly sure why, but something felt different. The mix didn’t match the same way it used to. The volume of the instruments seemed balanced, so that wasn’t the problem. The notes and lyrics were the same too. Something else had changed.

Lisa listened to each of her bandmates in turn. She started with the piano, playing directly behind her.

Rinko had always showed emotion in her playing, especially in piano heavy songs. She attacked each part of the song with enthusiasm, her fingers flitting quickly across the keys.

Something about her sound had changed. Lisa hadn’t thought Rinko’s playing could be more expressive than it was before, but somehow it was. She matched the tone of the piece perfectly. When Lisa glanced back at her, Rinko’s expression was serious. She was looking between her keyboard and Yukina, likely for cues.

Her sound was strong, exuding confidence and strength. The notes were placed with precision, with exactly the right emphasis.

It was amazing, better than Lisa had ever heard Rinko play. She blended perfectly into the song. She must’ve been learning a lot at university, to have improved this much in such a short time. It was impressive, even as Lisa played the same way she always had.

Rinko’s sound wasn’t the only one that had changed. Next to her, Ako’s drumming was different too.

Today, Ako was keeping consistent time. Not that she didn’t usually, but it sometimes fluctuated. Lisa was used to playing around that, especially in newer songs. Right now though, Ako was completely solid.

Lisa shifted her gaze there, having to turn her body farther to do so. Yukina’s eyes flicked over to her as she moved, but she kept singing the song.

Ako’s drumming technique seemed to have improved as well, Lisa noticed. She was playing with more control, and more finesse.

Lisa kept turning, looking across Yukina at Sayo. As usual, Sayo looked serious as she played. She didn’t have her music out today, which was unusual. Even when they practiced older songs, Sayo often had the sheet music in front of her.

Though she was frowning, Sayo’s sound was nearly perfect. The guitar carried the song, and now more than ever Sayo’s playing made her part in the song clear. She played more expressively than she ever had before.

Lisa’s three fellow musicians had all leveled up since the start of the school year. They were each bringing new skills, a new power level to Roselia. As always, they astounded her.

She kept playing the song to the best of her abilities, maintaining the bass line below the others.

Lisa’s eyes moved to her last bandmate, her vocalist Yukina. No matter what song she sang, she always attracted the spotlight.

Unexpectedly, Lisa’s eyes locked with glimmering gold ones. As they neared the end of Black Shout, Yukina had been watching her. Her eyes were unreadable, carrying an emotion Lisa couldn’t identify.

Yukina’s singing was immaculate, clear, and powerful. She sang beautifully since she was a child, and now that she was learning vocals full time her voice had continued to blossom. She truly was Roselia’s vocalist, who would lead the band to the very top.

Lisa’s bandmates had all improved this year. They were all raising Roselia higher.

What had Lisa done?

Lisa had been flooded with assignments and tests since the start of the school year. She worked hard to organize the calendar and go to as many Roselia rehearsals as she could.

She practiced multiple times a week, maintaining her chops and refining her playing. She did her best to be the bassist Roselia needed. As they played their very first song, that goal felt like it was slipping from between her fingers.

Lisa reached up with her band, but she had never been farther away. They were vanishing into the distance, into the world of professional music.

For her to just stay the same, to play the bass the same way she always did, that wouldn’t work. Lisa needed to improve too.

The band rolled into Re Birthday next, as their second warmup song. Again they played it straight through, and again Lisa listened to her bandmates around her. They were stunning.

Again, she played the same way she always had.

Her stomach started to hurt as they finished warming up and moved on to newer music. Lisa couldn’t help the anxiety building as they practiced.

She didn’t want to be left behind, she wanted to be part of the band. Of course, if she fell behind it would be her own fault. She wasn’t pursuing music professionally, so the others would naturally be better than her. Lisa knew that it wouldn’t be hard to find a replacement bassist with ten times as much talent as her.

Still, she loved being in Roselia. She would keep reaching, would keep practicing and fighting for her spot. After all, she was fully devoted.

Lisa tried not to frown during practice, but at times it slipped through. She thought about practicing more when she got home, working to improve her technique.

She left practice with a new knot of stress within, pushing her to try harder.

Today should’ve been perfect, but it wasn’t.

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Another day, another Roselia practice. Sayo wasn’t available, which led to Lisa being the first to arrive.

As she flicked on the light in the studio, she already felt exhausted. The week since their last rehearsal had been a busy one. She was working on two school projects consecutively, one of which wasn’t even done yet. Multiple work shifts kept her out late into the night, with barely any free time for extra practice.

Even though there wasn’t much of it, Lisa used that spare time to practice. Late at night she plucked away, trying to hone her playing and improve. She played the parts over and over again, until the pads of her fingers ached from continuing to hold the strings against the fingerboard.

Today her eyes were heavy, but she was prepared for practice. Lisa set up her bass in the usual spot, and immediately began working on one of the harder passages in R. The bass line was fairly exposed in that song, so it was a good place to improve her performance.

Yukina arrived next, with her usual curt greeting. Lisa paused to reply, keeping her hands on the bass. She resumed playing a moment later, as Yukina lingered near the doorway. Yukina’s mouth was set in a firm line, eyes cast down towards Lisa’s bass as she played.

She looked lost in thought; perhaps she had forgotten something? Lisa was about to stop playing again to ask, when the studio door opened once again.

“And there’s this huuuuuuge monster at the end!” Ako came through first, waving her hands in the air as if to express just how big it was. “It demolished the whole party.”

Behind her was the last expected band mate for today. “I suppose you need… higher attack debuffs.” Rinko followed Ako in, the familiar sight of them together washing over Lisa. She still didn’t understand half the words they were using, but it was nice to see them together.

Yukina seemed to snap out of whatever funk she was in, as she turned to watch them pass and then follow them further into the room.

“Your character can do that right?” Ako stopped near her drums, turning back towards Rinko as she brought both of her hands together in a praying motion.

“S-she can, but…” Rinko started to set up her keyboard as she carried on the conversation. “I don’t know when.”

“We’ll figure it out, it’s a permanent raid!” Ako plopped down at her drums.

“Y-you’re right…” Rinko finished setting up her keyboard.

Yukina grabbed a mic stand and carried it to her center spot. “Are we ready to begin?” She asked, looking between her band members.

“Yeah!” Ako pumped one fist in the air, drumstick clenched tightly in it. Rinko merely nodded.

Yukina’s eyes landed on Lisa last, clearer than they had been earlier.

“I’m ready.”

The corner of Yukina’s lip lifted slightly, into the slightest hint of a smile. Lisa’s heart thudded strangely in her chest. “Very well, let’s start with Ringing Bloom.”

Lisa quickly dispelled the feeling, moved her hands to the right starting positions. Then they were off, playing the piano centric tune. It made sense to work on this song, since it could be useful to practice it without the guitar.

In this song, Lisa had another chance to listen to Rinko play. How much she had improved was even easier to hear in the solos, in the long exposed piano features.

They played the song through multiple times, stopping once to adjust the balance. By the end of the fourth time, Lisa’s fingers were starting to hurt. That was unusual, since she could usually play for longer without any pain. She ignored it and kept playing.

Then they moved on to a different song. This time it was R. Yukina probably chose it for the same reason as Ringing Bloom, since it could be helpful to practice it without the guitar.

The bass line in this song was far more complicated than the one in Ringing Bloom.

The first time through Lisa was able to play it properly. She tried to use an improved technique from practice, but it was hard to do at full tempo. She would need to keep working on it in order to improve.

As they started to play the song for a second time, Lisa’s fingers again twinged with pain. It was her right hand this time, the one plucking the strings. She shook her hand out for a moment, resuming playing almost immediately.

This play through of R was not so smooth. Though Lisa tried her best, she messed up multiple times during the song. She just barely out of time, usually behind. It almost threw off Ako, who often listened to the bass line and looked to Lisa for cues.

Yukina stopped the song midway through with a wave of her hand. “Watch the tempo.” She said, and started it again from the top.

Lisa was able to keep up this time, but she knew she wasn’t playing her best. It was the opposite, she was playing badly. She knew it, but she couldn’t seem to play any better. Each note felt worse than the last.

No matter how fast she moved her fingers across the strings, the sound wasn’t improving. As the song went on, her face and neck felt hot. Tears welled up in the corner of her eyes, held in by sheer willpower. She couldn’t cry here, she wouldn’t.

How frustrating it was, to practice for hours on end and still achieve nothing. To come early and rehearse this very song, only for it to go this badly.

Yukina stopped the song again. Her eyes were narrowed as she turned, but widened when they met Lisa’s. For a moment, nobody spoke.

“We should take a break.” Rinko broke the silence, which Lisa was both grateful for and mortified by. Everyone could hear how poorly she was playing. They all knew.

Yukina broke her gaze away from Lisa. “15 minutes.”

Rinko muttered a quiet thanks, then turned to Ako and asked her to go help get drinks. Ako shrugged, but complied. The two had soon left the room.

This left Lisa alone with Yukina. The vocalist hadn’t moved since calling the break.

Lisa turned away from her and started to lift her bass strap over her head, but flinched in pain as she did so. Her fingers, which had merely ached before, had hurt when pressure was applied. Lisa quickly looked down at her hand, and gasped.

Her right index finger, the one she used to play, had a small blister developing on it. Lisa hadn’t had blisters like these since she first joined Roslia, a couple years ago. They were quite unpleasant and, if burst, potential points of infection.

Lisa used her other hand to take off her bass, then knelt down by her bag for something to cover the blister. She had some bandaids, which should do the trick. She wrapped one around the blister carefully, making sure to cover it fully. This would stop it from growing and potentially bursting while she played.

“Is everything alright?” Yukina’s voice called from behind her.

Lisa took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. She composed her lips into a smile, as real as she could muster. She stood from her bag and turned towards her vocalist.

“Yeah, thanks Yukina.”

Yukina was frowning, seemingly unpleased with the response. Her eyes flicked for a moment to Lisa’s now bandaged finger. “I was thinking,” she said, sounding more uncertain than usual. “We should spend some extra time practicing this weekend, just the two of us.” Her tone was light, unlike her words.

Lisa’s heart froze in her chest, and somehow thundered at the same time. After how badly she played today, she knew what this was about. She knew why Yukina wanted to practice together. The emotions she had shoved aside came back full force, the stress and frustration she felt.

What Yukina was suggesting was unheard of, she didn’t practice with just one of her band members. She didn’t baby them, didn’t shelter them. For her to do that now, Lisa couldn’t fathom it. No, this was to see if Lisa was good enough to continue.

If Yukina thought they needed to practice one on one, then Lisa was even worse than she thought.

After all of her practicing, all of her work for the band, she wasn’t good enough. She couldn’t make it. She didn’t belong in Roselia. Her years of devotion didn’t matter.

Roselia was reaching for the top. Lisa had been trying to catch up, but it felt like Yukina had already left her behind. She would never be good enough; this was just the first step. Soon Yukina would cut her loose, replace her with someone better. Lisa refused to wait for that day.

“If I’m that bad, you should replace me.”

Lisa’s words were ice cold, in an attempt to conceal emotions that were struggling for release. No matter how hard she worked, for the band or for Yukina, it was never enough.

If she stayed here, tears were inevitable. Even after what just happened, she wouldn’t cry, not in front of Yukina.

Yukina had lifted one hand towards her, mouth open as if to speak. Her eyes shook with surprise.

Lisa turned towards the door, unwilling to look at her for even a moment longer and leaving her bass behind as she fled the studio. Yukina called after her, Lisa’s name ringing like a bell from her lips, but she ignored her.

She swept past Rinko and Ako, who were returning with a tray of drinks. Ako tried to stop her, but Lisa insisted that she just needed some air as she passed.

She left through the front doors of Circle, took a deep breath of fresh air, and allowed a tear to drip down her cheek.

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Lisa was sitting at a picnic table outside of Circle, with her head resting against her arms. She had been there for about five minutes, venting her emotions onto the hard wood surface.

She had her back to Circle’s entrance; she didn’t want to see if anyone left. She knew she’d have to go back for her bass, but that could wait until later. Much, much later.

Lisa sighed deeply, sitting up and wiping her eyes. Her anger had faded, leaving heavy sour guilt in its place. Running out of Roselia practice, running away from Yukina like that, was a mistake. She had let her frustration get the better of her, allowed herself to act rashly.

Lisa thought she was done running away from her problems. She thought she was decent at the bass too, but not everything she thought about herself was true.

Behind her, Lisa could hear the sound of Circle’s sliding doors opening. She didn’t look at them.

Instead, Lisa buried her face back in her arms. Only children believed that if they couldn’t see the world, then the world couldn’t see them. Still, Lisa hoped for it to be true.

A set of footsteps slowly approached, proving that Lisa could certainly still be seen. They stopped next to her, as the person climbed into the bench to her right. They didn’t say anything, but even without looking Lisa knew who it was.

She turned her head a little to the right, opening her eyes slightly. Golden eyes, slightly red around the edges, looked back at her.

For a moment, neither said anything.

Yukina inhaled slowly, and then spoke. “Lisa?” That one word, the gentle way Yukina said her name, was enough to send Lisa spiraling all over again.

She sat up, looking dead ahead. “I… I’m sorry.” Her breathing felt ragged, like it was out of her control. “I’m sorry.”

“I know.” Lisa felt a slight pressure on her right arm. She turned her head slowly, looking down at the spot. Yukina’s hand rested gently against her arm. Lisa’s eyes moved from her hand up to her eyes, which felt like they could pierce right through her. “Will you tell me what happened?”

Lisa’s lower lip trembled as she searched for a response. All of her frustration over the last week, all of the time and effort she spent practicing for Roselia, it had been bubbling beneath the surface. Yukina’s question had just been the final straw.

“I just…” Lisa started, then stopped and had to try again. “Everyone in Roselia is amazing, and is learning so much this year. I feel like…I haven’t improved at all.” Yukina watched silently as she spoke, expression unchanging. Lisa swallowed hard; the next words were difficult. “With me as the bassist, Roselia will never reach the top.”

That was it, the heart of her fears and worries. That she was holding the band back, that they would never succeed with her in it.

Now Yukina’s eyes softened, as she reached down to lift Lisa’s hand with hers. “We wouldn’t be Roselia without you.”

Lisa’s hand was trembling now too, beyond her control. “Y-you’re just saying that. Any decent bassist could play my part.” She used her free hand to wipe her cheeks, pushing back the tears that she was forcing not to fall.

“It’s not just about the bass.” Yukina ran one finger softly over the bandaid from earlier, sending a shudder down Lisa’s spine. “Lisa, you hold Roselia together. You do so much for this band, for…” She paused for a moment, biting her lip. “I can’t stop you if you insist, but please, don’t leave.” The last words were almost a plea, a request that rang through the open air.

Even if she wanted to, Lisa couldn’t say no to that. When Yukina asked her to do something, when her best friend sat this close to her and looked at her with those eyes, Lisa’s heart had no power to refuse.

Lisa had clearly misunderstood Yukina’s question earlier, when she had asked for extra practice. She had jumped to conclusions, and she had hurt them both.

She quickly wiped an escaped tear away, though now they fell from a different emotion. “Of course I’ll stay.” Lisa said through a watery smile. “I want to stay.” She asserted with a stronger voice, making sure that Yukina knew that. “I’m sorry that I snapped at you.”

Yukina was smiling now too. She shook her head, “It’s alright, I should’ve been more considerate.” She released Lisa’s hand. It felt cold without her, and she wanted to reach forward to stop Yukina from pulling away.

“You’ve been plenty considerate right now.” Lisa commented, pushing that intrusive thought about hand holding aside. “I’m impressed.”

Yukina’s cheeks, usually untouched by emotion, flushed slightly pink. “Rinko helped me prepare.” Now Lisa wanted to reach up and touch that cheek, to brush the back of her hand against it and feel how warm it had become. She suppressed the urge, as she always did, turning her thoughts to her quiet band mate.

Rinko always had been the most emotionally astute member of the band. After all, she had been the one to call for a break and leave the two of them alone in the first place.

“I see, well we shouldn’t keep her waiting then.” Lisa rose from the bench, tapping her cheeks twice to compose herself. “Ready to head back in?”

Yukina stood as well. “Yes, Roselia has much to work on.”

As the two started to walk back towards the building, Lisa realized this was the first time she had spent more than a few minutes with Yukina for a while. They had both been so busy, they pretty much only saw each other at practice.

Maybe one on one practice wasn’t such a bad idea, if she got to see Yukina more. She did need the extra time practicing, which would be even more productive if they did it together. Yukina hadn't been insinuating anything by it, so maybe it wasn't a bad idea.

“About that practice session.” Lisa said as they reached the door to the studio, stopping Yukina dead in her tracks. “Does Saturday evening work?” She knew from the master calendar that it would.

“I’ll come over at 7:00.”

Next Chapter

[pulpwriterx]

CIRCLE OF IRON

PART 2 of 6: ANGER

Rey expected he would lock her up, as soon as they got to his ship.

But he didn’t.

Rey didn’t really understand her situation until she went with Kylo Ren to his private quarters, and saw maintenance droids finishing up the task of cleaning up a small room.

Bed, desk, circular window, window seat, bookshelves bolted to the wall, small closet with drawers.

This was her room.

“You may encode the door with your fingerprint. Then I will not be able to open it. Do you have any other clothes? Any belongings?”

“Just what I have with me.”

“Have you ever had a medical evaluation?”

“No.”

“Well, that can wait until tomorrow.”

He showed her where the bathroom was, and the common room, and his small private kitchen.

“You can eat whatever you want from the refrigeration unit. But you must be careful not to eat or drink anything that doesn’t come from here, or that I have not prepared. I have enemies. Now that I am your teacher? You have the same enemies. You can trust the water fountains. Nothing else. Don’t use the stove. I don’t like anyone cooking in my kitchen. Tomorrow you’ll have a medical evaluation. Would you rather have a droid or a person?”

Rey shrugged.

“You’ll also be measured for clothes.”

“For that, I want a droid. I don’t want any strange men seeing me naked.”

“Then I will assign my personal doctor to you, also. You can trust Talia, absolutely. I do. Go in your room, and I’m locking you in until I have seen my doctor. I don’t think I can trust you, yet.”

***

Rey had only meant to lie down on the bed.

But she was so exhausted that she fell asleep, immediately.

Kylo Ren’s voice awakened her.

“The door is unlocked. You can enable it to lock only for you, now. Come out, if you're hungry.”

Rey was hungry.

And she was stuck, here, on a Star Destroyer, with Kylo Ren.

She had made a deal, and she was bound by it.

In blood.

Rey suddenly began to wonder what the hell she was doing, at all.

If she'd had a home to go to, she thought, she would probably have found a way to escape, went back to it, and forgot the whole thing.

But she didn’t have a home.

Why is this monster in human form still being kind to me after I cut his face open? Is he the Great Beast and the Handsome Prince, at the same time?

Rey coded the door for her thumbprint and DNA, and then she walked out.

There was a long fiber bandage going from almost his forehead, down to his neck, and disappearing into the A-line black undershirt.

“I don’t understand you.” Rey said, bluntly.

Kylo Ren said nothing, he only busied himself in the kitchenette as she sat at the metal table.

“What do you want from me?”

“They’ve been at your mind, already. Telling you about their war. Their religion. Their path for you. Rey, you’re our only hope. I used to be their only hope. Now I’m Snoke’s only hope. Or so it seems to him. I don’t want anything from you. You have nothing. You are alone. I want to teach you how to use the Force, but more importantly? How to escape being used by people like my mother. And Snoke. Because they would use your loneliness and your poverty to manipulate you. I can see they already have. I would know. I let both sides use me and manipulate me.”

He turned away from the counter.

“I know you think these people are your friends. They’re not. I would know. This is my family. The people who raised me. My father, he doesn’t care about destiny, or the Force, but he didn’t care enough about me to save me from the rest of them. If they used me for their own purposes, what about you? With no home, no family, nothing but a spear and the clothes on your back?”

He turned back to the counter.

“You’ll have three meals a day, every day, a room of your own, clothes for every day, and you can take a shower every day. You’re not a First Order conscript, but I can get you on the payroll, as support staff. Let me be your teacher. Try not to think of yourself as a bird in a gilded cage. At the end of the year, if you want to go, I’ll give you a sack of Imperial Gold Coins, and a one-man ship, and you can take whatever possessions you want from your room, and go. Hopefully, even if you don’t want to join me? You won’t want to join them, either. The Old Man could use a good scavenger, in his business. Keep that in mind.”

“Why should you care about me?”

“I could talk to you about the way the Force has brought us together. That you feel it, too. I could tell you about the immediate attraction we had to each other. And that you feel it, too. But I have more dire reasons. I know you’re in danger of suffering a terrible fate. My fate. I used to be you, Rey. The Little Prince. The Only Hope. I knew when I was 14 or 15 that I wasn’t cut out to be a Jedi. But it was what my mother wanted. And my Uncle. And my grandfather, Anakin Skywalker, who people said I looked more like, every day. So, I kept trying to live up to their expectations. He was a Jedi. I was determined that I would be, too. You know how I found out that he was Darth Vader? The same way the Galaxy did. I was 17. It was a terrible betrayal, but it explained many things. Why my mother didn’t want a boy around who resembled Anakin Skywalker, physically, and in temperment. Why my Uncle looked on some of my achievements with fear. That’s when I found grandfather's TIE Fighter. And I began my own rebellion. I restored that TIE Fighter, and immediately flew to Tattoine, and shipped out on a freighter with a Mandalorian smuggler. Under an assumed name. The Old Man found me, and I was 18 before my Mother talked him into sending me back to the Temple. That was the first of many times that I ran away, in the next five years. I just wish someone had been there to tell me that what Master Snoke had on offer was just as false. I’d still be a free man. Now? I’m just another slave to the First Order. Only a little better off than the Troopers in my command crew. The sons of bitches took me from my family, and tortured and brainwashed me, and lied to me, too. Now I’m trapped, again, doing the Imperial Dirty Work. That is, until I develop the skill and the strength to get out. You don’t have to share my fate, Rey. And if I’m right, about my feeling…my feeling about our bond? We may be able to help each other escape the hideous trap of spending a lifetime as a slave to a destiny you didn’t ask for. And never quite understood.”

That was an honest answer.

Unsettlingly so.

I used to be you. The Jedi used and betrayed me. I found the Sith no better. They will do the same to you, if I don’t stop them.

Even if it wasn’t true, it was what Kylo Ren believed.

But there was some truth in it.

Rey knew from the sudden coldness in her soul that there was.

There has to be a reason that Han Solo and General Organa-Solo live apart. That he turned his back on the Republic, and has nothing to do with the Resistance. There has to be a reason that Luke Skywalker abandoned the world and disappeared. There has to be a reason that Ben Solo became Kylo Ren.

All of his bitter words are not just bitterness.

Some are the truth.

I have to try and separate the truth from his loneliness and bitterness and pain.

But those are part of the truth, too.

And then Kylo Ren put a plate in front of Rey.

Rey could feel her eyes growing wide.

It wasn’t as if she had never eaten a sandwich; well, not often.

But the two slabs of black bread had to be an inch thick, and in between them was a large chunk of nerf cheese, and slab upon slab of sliced nerf beef, etirely slathered in Rodian mayonnaise.

Not to mention there was an apple and a pear sitting on the plate.

Both.

Rey sat, looking in awe at the plate of food and then Kylo Ren sat a giant glass of blue milk in front of her.

He had a pitcher of it, two giant sandwiches, two pears and two apples.

“Look at all this food! How much food do you have?”

“More than even I could eat, in the next six months. Blame Chewbacca. He did most of the real work, raising me. I eat like a Wookiee. How the hell do you think I got to be this big?”

“Well, do I have to save some of this for tomorrow?”

“No. I have enough of my food stored on this ship to last a year. And if I eat it all before that? I can afford to buy more.”

“I can eat it all, right now?”

“All of it. You’ve been hungry all your life, Rey. Starving. That’s over, now. You'll be able to change your clothes every day. And eat all you want, at all three meals. Eat until you can’t move, if it makes you happy. And you can take a shower, every day. Or a bath. As long as you’re here, with me? You can have whatever you need. Just ask for it. Extra meals. Different clothes.  Extra blankets. Five pillows. Money. Books. A blaster. Anything.”

“Are you allowed to drink?” Rey asked.

“Of course. I’m a bad guy. I can drink, and smoke, and sleep with girls, even.”

Kylo Ren stood up.

He went back to the counter, and returned with a mug of Arkanian ale.

And a pitcher, for himself.

“Thank you. But I am entirely uninterested in what you do and don’t do with women.” Rey said.

Frostily.

“Which brings me to Wednesday. You'll have to stay in your room on Wednesday nights. I have a guest, on Wednesday nights.”

“What if I have to use the toilet?”

“Go out your door into the main hallway, and use the Women’s Officer's Refresher. She’s suspicious and possessive.”

“Fine. That’s just fine.”

Rey thought she heard Kylo Ren laugh into his pitcher as he drank.

***

The next day, a droid measured Rey for new clothes, in her room.

The doctor, a Twi-Lek female, also visited her, in her room.

She got an evaluation, and at the end, explained to the doctor that she had an unregistered contraceptive implant, and that there was something wrong with it.

“The order for treatment includes a new implant.”

Rey was glad when all that was over.

Not so glad that the doctor immediately shared all her findings with Kylo Ren.

“Your apprentice is in generally good health. She is somewhat malnourished. I would like to see her gain 25 pounds in the next two to three months. If you keep her to the Kashyyyki diet you eat, that will be fine, along with vitamin supplements. Also, there was a problem with a faulty implant of unknown origin. If you are on intimate terms with your apprentice, I must ask you to forego any intimacy for the next two weeks.”

“We are not on intimate terms!” Rey shouted.

“Is Miss Rey in pain? Will she need to rest?”

“No, there’s no need for bed rest. Will that be all, Lord Ren?”

“Yes. Oh, and doctor? My apprentice and I are not on intimate terms. You may go, now.”

The doctor departed.

“Before you accuse me, all the female officers and stormtroopers of the First Order who are unmarried and serve with men on spacecraft are required to have an implant.”

Rey had been about to accuse him.

“You’re a strange man, Kylo Ren.” She finally said.

***

Han looked incredibly pleased with himself.

“So, Ben is pissed off at Old Man Snoke. For lying to him, and brainwashing him and all that shit. He wants to kill the twisted old freak. Eventually. And he explained his ideas, about the Force to me. I didn’t get it, but Rey said Ben was a Grey Jedi. They kinda, you know, went for each other. And Ben wants to take care of Rey. Teach her about that Grey Jedi shit. Give her a home, and three squaresa day, and in a year? I’ll give her a job as my scavenger. Meanwhile, I will keep working on the kid, you know, when we do business. So, things will turn out fine.”

Han lay back in the pillows on Leia's camp bed, and closed his eyes.

Having taken care of business, with his wife, and negotiated a deal with his son, Han was just about asleep when Leia slapped him across the face.

“Hey?”

“You stupid son of a bitch! How is your own son smarter than you? And you just gave Rey to him? To save your miserable old ass!”

“Look, Your Generalship, you've only seen the kid about six times in the last ten years! I had him on my ship, and he was doing pretty good and you made me take him back to that Jedi school! The last time, he begged me to let him stay! You know how much sleep I lose, thinking about that? In the four or five years I've been doing business with Ben, I see him once a month, and until Starkiller Base? Never without that mask. He doesn’t even call me Dad. He calls me Solo. Like my name has nothing to do with him. And I live with that. Just so I can have a place in his life!”

“Does the money help? What about the spoils of sixty years of Galactic War?”

“So I like the money? I’m not in this for the money. Or the war. Or the Galaxy. I’d like to get my son back. Alive. And I think Rey’s better off with me, or with Ben than she is getting involved in all this shit. We tried this before, remember? It didn’t work.”

Han rolled over to the wall.

Then he rolled back.

“Why the hell are we sleeping on this cot in this tent when the Falcon's here?”

“I haven’t slept in a real bed for months.” Leia replied.

“Well, put your clothes on. Let’s go.”

“We’re not done talking.”

“I’m done talking. Look, you worry about the Galaxy. I’ll worry about the kid.”

“What if he kills Snoke and doesn’t come back?”

“Then Rey will be there. To convince him. Or to stun him in his sleep. Or put something on his food.”

“You really think that’s what’s going to happen?”

“Don’t you?” Han asked.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if it already has. Ok. Let’s go home to the Falcon.”

***

Rey spent the next week getting used to her new surroundings.

After that, Kylo Ren presented her with a schedule.

She would wake at 7, and they would have breakfast.

At nine, two hours of lightsaber training.

At eleven, one hour of combat training.

At noon, lunch.

At two, two hours of guided meditation.

At four, assigned reading and/or discussion.

Dinner at six, and then she was free until the next morning.

“If I am not present, I expect you to spend the whole day meditating and reading. But I will leave your meals in the refrigeration unit.”

Rey knew she should not use training as an excuse to attack Kylo Ren.

He had showed her nothing but kindness.

But she did it, anyway.

He made her angrier with his infinite patience with her infinite anger.

Worst of all?

Rey was actually feeling better, physically, and learning much about the Force and her abilities.

He never mentioned her taking a side, light or dark.

His training was focused on her discovery of both, within her, and to come to a balance between them.

Her anger that he gave her so little to hate came to a head during a hand to hand combat session.

No matter how hard she fought him, she couldn’t so much as get one punch in.

And that was what made her decide to punch her teacher in the balls.

As hard as she could.

He grabbed her wrist, stopping her just before her fist connected.

“No. Bad Rebel Girl. You have to kiss me, first.”

“My intent wasn’t romantic! Let me go!”

He let her hand go.

“I will be going on a combat mission, tomorrow. So you can have the satisfaction of knowing that I will get hurt.”

PART 3 of 6  TEARS

[beyoncesdragon]

Mémoire d’une odeur (Harry Styles x Reader)

Requested: Nah fam 

Warnings: It's sad. and melancholic. and I listened to The Impossible; main titles by Fernando Velázquez when I wrote it. Also, I have the perfume and it's heaven in a bottle. You have been warned

My Masterlist this can also be found on my Wattpad 

The turquoise blue bottle caught the light of the afternoon sun and seemed to glow, drawing colourful specks on Harry's face. With a quick move he grabbed it and took it off the table next to him. The slender bottle rested cold and heavy in his hand, the golden lid screwed open and loose on its neck. It seemed to him, as if it's sweet smell would waver around him like a protecting bubble of memories. Staring into the sunset, Harry felt tears prickling in his eyes – just very soft, a sweet reminder that he missed you still. And whenever he rose the bottle up to his nose, he felt you again. Alessandro and Alberto Morillas, the master perfumer had done a wonderful job in capturing the unique smell that you had carried around you, despite never meeting you. They had went through different scent palettes with him, whenever he described a scent. First he had almost found it overwhelming, but with time, he found his routine and place in between the hundreds of scents. He remembered mentioning jasmine at some point and Alessandro and Alberto had showed him a palette of over twenty different types of jasmine flowers and combinations.

He had went through tea jasmine, the Arabic jasmine, the star jasmine when he had finally found the right one: the Indian coral jasmine, smelling the strongest at night. And he remembered you vividly, as if you just kissed his cheek and ran away. The scent was mixed with camomile. It came from the shampoo you always used, and the camomile tea, you favoured. Especially with a little bit of honey. The whole flat always smelled like it, a heavenly mixture of honey and camomile. In between all the camomile and jasmine, there was the first shy scent of orange and coral, coming through when you wore it for some time. Those where the oils you had used on a daily basis, especially the orange oil. Harry had often watched how you applied it in front of the mirror, after the make-up and hair process you went through every morning. It was a drop on your left wrist, a drop on the right wrist, then you rubbed them together and up to your neck, dabbing the oil on both sides of your neck and under the jawline. Mixed with the orange and coral, there was the faith smell of musk, whenever you stole one of his perfumes again and it hadn't faded completely. It was Harry's personal little speck of himself among the memory of you, the little him, he had needed there as if to be close to you again. Another scent that Harry had almost forgotten, but had to be in it, was vanilla. It was a scent that had never belonged specifically to you, but had always been around you somehow. Maybe it came from the coffee you liked with a little bit of vanilla, maybe it came from something at your workplace that smelled like vanilla. You had never smelled it, even though you tried, but Harry had. Like a base note, there was a faith smell of cedar. Whenever you travelled and wherever you went, you had your little jewellery box with you. It was made of cedar wood, and whatever clothing item you had wrapped around it for protection, carried the distinctive balsamic scent for days. Harry had always made fun of how you smelled like a tree walking around, but he had liked the scent. It was calming, made him relax and wherever he smelt it, he couldn't help but turn around as if to search for you – only to then realise that there was no use in searching for you anymore. You wouldn't come back, never again. The very last scent he had named was sandalwood. You had always hated the scent the car fresheners and never found it anyhow appealing. Until (and Harry could still remember the slightly embarrassed look of yours) you had bought a sandalwood diffuser. The scent was just very soft and faint, very unlike the dominant perfume that is spread by those freshener trees, you had hated. It wouldn't cling to the clothes and fade completely after an hour if you took it out. You had loved that thing and never took it out of the car. It's distinctive soft and warm, scent immediately reminded Harry of you, not only your scent but your persona as well. Smooth, calming, precious sweet.

The bottle in Harry's hand seemed to grow heavier the longer he thought about you, and he placed it back on the table. Tomorrow it would launch for the world, thousands of people would buy it. Thousands would carry the smell of camomile, orange, jasmine, coral, cedar and sandalwood. Thousands would be able to smell that speck of musk, that tiny piece of Harry from between all of you. But no one would know about the one true memory that lived inside of Harry and now, partly, inside of the blueish green bottle with the golden lid. In fact, you could count the people who knew about you and Harry on two hands: Anne, Gemma, Mitch, Sarah, Tyler, Sammy, Jeff, Alessandro and Antonio. The public had never seen the two of you, not when you started to date first, not during anytime of your two year counting relationship and not in the end, when Harry drove to the hospital after a truck had rammed your car and smashed it off a small cliff. They hadn't gotten wind of him and his family attending to your funeral and leaving with puffy red eyes. And they hadn't seen him travel to Athena to stand in front of the temple of Athena Nike, his fingers brushing over one of the columns, the furthest one on the left side, his fingers crossing the path that you brushed over a year ago. It had been a gift of his to you, to visit the temple of Athena Nike with you. The picture he took of you , in front of the tall building was still printed out as a polaroid and carefully fixed in his leathery book. It was right below a little message you had scribbled into the book, you being the first and only person to ever be allowed to take a look into it.

"Harry, you are seriously talented and I love you. Cut your hair. All my love xx"

And so he had and you'd loved it.

He looked back to the bottle and carefully brushed with his finger over the grooved glass. You would've loved this bottle, the design and the colours. He could almost imagine you saying it, brows furrowed slightly, index finger caressing over the glass. "Looks Greece to me, doesn't it? I love the gold, it's extra. Like you, H." and he would nudge you and maybe, no most definitely, press a kiss on your cheek. With a soft sigh, Harry closed the cap of the bottle. The perfume lingered around him for a few minutes before fainting away, carried off by soft breeze. He got up, giving the bottle a sad smile before looking up into the burning sky. "That's all I've left of you. I hope you like it, if you are watching. Come around and tell sometimes." He whispered, and waited a few seconds as if expected an answer. Then he stepped off the veranda into the house, his step slow and collected. Anne watched quietly how her son closed the door behind him. Her eyes fell on the perfume bottle that still stood on the table outside. The bright light of the sun seemed to set it on fire and the gold cap gleamed. She turned around and stepped away from the window. Harry stood in the kitchen, preparing himself a mug of tea. "She would've loved it Harry." Anne whispered quietly and on Harry's face spread a small smile. "You think?" she nodded, wrapping her arms around her son. "I do." He rested his head on top of hers, watching silently how the sun disappeared and the flames that danced in the bottle before, died down. "It's like...I bottled it up. All of it. My memories of her. And whenever I need her, I can just open it and she'll be here again. Even if I ever...stop loving her. If I move on. I will never let myself forget about her." Anne nodded softly, but saying nothing. There was nothing to be said anymore, not even goodbye. And it was alright.

Please tell me what u think:) 

- Kissy, Nica 

[pan-delure]

hey I'm starting dice casting in resin as a quarantine activity! anything you think I should know? (I have researched a decent amount about what to do or not do but I feel like it'd be better to get the opinion of someone who knows things!) thanks for your time! I love your blog btw

Oh my gosh, thank you! Wow... okay where to start... (Just a heads up to anyone reading, this is going to be a long and probably rambling post)

There's definitely a large learning curve for dice making, so like you said it's really good to do your research! Experimentation is important, but I'll try to share as much as I can to help!

There are a few important stages that help improve the quality of your dice, and the quality bumps up a bit each time you go up a stage. Each stage would cost a fair bit to bump up, but it does show an improvement and most importantly, each one reduces the amount of time and effort you have to put into completely finishing a set of dice. If you ever get discouraged, remember that failure is part of learning, and of course your results will get better with experience! I'll include some pics of my first dice versus my most recent ones for comparison.

The first tests I ever tried with making dice, I had barely a clue as to what to try. The first molds I ever made were made with a small, extremely expensive Hobby Lobby silicone mold kit, and a small bottle of Alumilite casting resin.

At the time, I knew from watching King of Random videos that the best thing to use to remove the bubbles from silicone (improving the quality of your molds and final product DRAMATICALLY) was to use a vacuum chamber to "degass" the silicone as much as possible. At the time I couldn't afford one, so my old molds often had tiny bubbles that would leave small, stippled pieces of resin all over the surface of my dice. So, how do we get around all of this?

Well, one way would be to buy a vacuum chamber, but I recently found a better way to make sure there are no bubbles! But, I'll talk a bit more about this later.

(Side Note: I do not support Hobby Lobby or their policies in the slightest, but at the time it was the only place in my town that offered silicone or resin, and it still is. I now buy almost all of my supplies online, and buy direct from the manufacturer if they have a website to avoid using Amazon.)

So first off, what kind of resin should you use?

This is normally just determined by personal preference, but I really enjoy using Art n Glow casting resin for all of my dice. You measure the two parts in a 1:1 ratio by volume, and it hardens pretty well as long as you mix it for 3-4 minutes before adding any pigments or dyes. I'll add a link to their website here, but keep in mind they also sell a lot of interesting pigment options besides just resin.

So what about silicone?

So after my first unfortunate mishaps with my old Hobby Lobby silicone, I decided to do some digging and see what would actually work the best. After watching a lot of Rybonator's videos on youtube about making molds, I went with Smooth-On brand Mold Star Slow 15 silicone for my first serious molds. This specific silicone is a two-part, green platinum cure silicone, which basically means it will last a lot longer than something like a tin cured silicone. (I would add a link for where to buy it, but there is another silicone that I like much better that I'll talk about in a moment.)

This worked pretty well for me, but there is a major downside. When you use an opaque silicone, you can't see the resin as you fill up your molds. This works for a LOT of applications, but if you're interested in doing layered, swirled, or pride themed dice, I would instead go with Smooth-On Sorta-Clear 37 silicone (link included). One trial kit is more than enough for one full set of dice molds, with a bit extra left over for other projects. Not only do the clear molds leave you open to being able to make layered or pride dice, but the silicone itself is a bit firmer than Slow 15, which makes it easier to secure the mold together before you pour resin into it, and the mold is a bit more durable overall.

(Comparison photos of molds I've made with Slow 15 and Sorta-Clear 37, and my og molds)

But how do we deal with all of the pesky bubbles in the silicone and resin?

Well, I'm glad you asked. So, normally a vacuum chamber would be used to remove the bubbles from the silicone, and then you would use a pressure pot after you fill them with resin to basically crush down any bubbles that are suspended in your resin while it hardens and cures. When I wasn't unemployed and had a decently steady stream of income, I went out of my way to track down a decent vacuum chamber and a vacuum pump (which I had to buy separately). However, with a bit of experimentation, I found that you don't really need a vacuum chamber at all! Instead of buying both pieces, which would (if you're lucky) would cost around ~$75 for the vacuum chamber and pump, and $100 for the pressure pot, just using a pressure pot in place of a vacuum chamber will save on both time and a TON of money.

Using a pressure pot is one of the main stages that helps improve the quality and time spent sanding dramatically, and both Rybonator and Peter Brown have great videos on setting up your pressure pot. Harbor Freight sells a great model that has a massive capacity and is absolutely perfect for dice making! The technique for using a pressure pot for curing silicone is rather simple, just pour your silicone into your molds and place into the pressure pot, then let them cure for the length of time given on the packaging instructions.

In terms of actually preparing dice for molds, I would follow this guide from Rybonator, which is pretty much what I've followed in making mine. My molds are slightly different, but it's just trial and error to see what works for you!

Hey, so how do you pigment your dice?

Pretty much any way you want! There are lots of different ways to color and tinted resin, and nearly infinite things you can inset into them!

A few of the things I use are the cheap $0.50 bottles of acrylic paint you can buy at Walmart or any hobby store, alcohol based inks, liquid glitter, glow powder from Art n Glow, mica powders, pearl powder, cocoa powder, gold leaf, so pretty much anything! Peter Brown has an amazing video series where he takes household items and tests how well they work as resin dyes (link), and it serves as a pretty good source of inspiration for what to use!

Oh lord, am I going to have to sand these?

IMPORTANT NOTE: ALWAYS WEAR A RESPIRATOR OR FACE MASK, EYE PROTECTION, AND GLOVES WHEN WORKING WITH RESIN! (Yes, always!)

Unfortunately, sanding your dice can be one of the most tedious parts of this hobby, but each of the stages I've mentioned such as using a pressure pot or even getting your own dice masters can really cut down on the amount of time that you have to spend sanding and polishing. Personally, I use a mix of different wet sanding grits (normally the grits I use are 300, 600, 800, 1200, and 2000), and once I'm happy with the surface finish I move on to something called Zona papers (link), which work amazingly well compared to things like micro mesh pads that I've used in the past. I normally sand each face, including when polishing them, for about a minute or so on each face in a figure-8 motion, making sure that there is plenty of water to keep both dust from clogging the sand paper, as well as to reduce the amount you are breathing in. Buying master dice, such as those from Blue Mimic, can really reduce the amount of time you have to sand, but most hobby dice makers may not go so far as they can cost over hundreds of dollars, but are necessary if you ever plan on selling them or starting a business with them.

That's about most of the advice I have when it comes to making dice, but if anyone has any questions please don't hesitate to ask!! If I think of anything else I'll add a reblog onto this with any extra info. Remember, any failures you make are absolutely part of the process, and make sure you keep them to remember how far you've come!

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The Plus One

A/N: Allow me to break once more from Fonder to give you all this Oscar fic mini-series (literally two, maybe three chapters). Here’s all the fluff your hearts can handle before I resume with Chapter 7 and 8.1 I know it’s late, but this is for @sonofnjobu ’s WIP FF. I had wisdom teeth taken out last week so I was out of action. This fic is very descriptive and interactive, so please, enjoy!

Word Count: 2.7k

Warning(s): FLUFF, possibly some errors/typos

Sunday mornings— the days of rest and recreation for you and your fiancée Winston. Lately, the two of you would spend half the day planning the wedding with you all’s planner. Sometimes, you and Winston would maybe get up before 10, no later than 11 to lounge around. Yet, this Sunday morning wasn’t like any other Sunday. No ma’am: this Sunday was filled with the preparation and the attendance of the 91st Academy Awards in Los Angeles! You’d been in LA since the week of your Jimmy Kimmel interview for further wedding planning, final Oscar-related consultations, and just a well-needed breather.

Within the past few months, you’d been working on Maryland’s suit lawsuit against the Trump administration. While in California, you’d met with the lawyers responsible for the state’s lawsuit. You and your partners hit the ground running after Christmas break and basically moved into the firm during the government shutdown and the weeks following. Around this time last year, you were face-first in your cases. You’d be damned if you would once again miss the opportunity to be Winston’s plus one for the awards ceremony due to work.

Your phone’s alarm began sounding off at 9:45 a.m. You decided to turn in the night before while Winston attended Common’s pre-Oscar party. It must’ve been Opposite Day. It would be you going out and Winston stayed in. Usually, you’d be snuggled up in your man’s arms sleeping. Instead, you were on your stomach, head to the side and resting on top of your hands. Dead to the world. You did,however, match Wins’ fly and slept in a new gold megabonnet to match his velvet durag (you’d bought him 10-15 new durags for Valentine’s Day). By the time your eyes reluctantly opened, you noticed that he was gone. Before you could curl your lip and whimper, you picked up your phone to find Wins’ text to start you off for the day.

You sat up on your elbows and smiled at the sight of the two white waffle bathrobes staring at you. The longer robe read “Duke” in crimson stitching, while the other read “Abdullah-Duke” in blue stitching. When you got out of bed, you caressed and carefully observed your robe. Baby boy ain’t skimpin’ on the quality of these robes. Ol’ extra ass. You quickly went into the shower, waterproof speaker in hand. From City Girls to Megan Thee Stallion to Kurt Carr and to Broadway soundtracks, your 25-minute shower performance was one for the books. Once you’d finished showering and doing your Oscars skincare routine, you went back into the bedroom to find Winston stretched out on the bed, his gapped grin stretching from ear to ear.

“Well, good morning, Mama Bear. That was one helluva performance you put on in there.” He looked you up and down like you were the last oxtail, slowly licking his top lip. “I see somebody likes their new robe.”, Winston complimented as he watched you walk towards him. He re-adjusted his stance so you could straddle his lap.

“Good morning to you,too, Daddy Bear. I don’t like it at all—I love it.”, you said in the crook of his neck as you kissed it repeatedly.

“You ready for today?”

You paused, going through the day’s mental Rolodex of events. “Of course—we’ll be together. You’ve been on an Oscars red carpet, I haven’t. Guide me. Show me your ways, Master Duke.”, you said dramatically. Winston’s deep, almost maniacal laughter sounded in your ear. He stared into your light brown eyes and smiled. Kissing your fivehead, he said, “You’re so dramatic. Of course. I’m excited for tonight...like very excited.” He kissed your ring and then your lips. You cheesed like the spoiled princess you knew you were. The two of you continued to cuddle, which eventually led to your lips finding their way onto his. Just as his curious hand ventured underneath your robe, there was a knock on the hotel suite door. Your head fell back in frustration and you reluctantly got out of Winston’s lap and smoothed your robe out as you walked to the door.

Winston whistled. “I hate to see you go, but I love watching you leave.” He tucked his lip under his top row of teeth.

“Shut yo corny ass up...Gabe.” Your face twisted and you placed an emphatic but playful tone on “Gabe” before sticking your tongue out. You looked through the peephole and opened the door for your assistant Jacqui, your wig stylist Maya Elise, and your makeup artist Alicia (your usual glam artist Justin was out of the country. It was time.

Not long after your glam squad arrived, Winston’s team came trickling in. The last-minute decision to get a two-bedroom suite instead of one was paying off. You and Winston broke off into different rooms and began your transformations.

Two hours and a whole Gillette advertisement later, you were reunited with your big head for lunch. When you emerged from the room, you were taken aback to see your fiance sporting an immaculate low fade. His beard was trimmed just right, enough to know it’d been flourishing in its growth. Ahh, my favorite seat looks like a meal for real. He stood feet from you in his white robe, giving you one of those looks.

As if on cue, your twin sister Farrah knocked on the door.

“Li, I’m so sorry. The one time I try to work on something last-minute, I’m almost an hour late. Where’s your room?”, Farrah said as she tried to catch her breath. She was holding your dress in her signature purple garment bag across her arms.

“ Rah! It’s okay, Boop. First off, slow down. Secondly, I’m over here.”, you pointed your fan behind you indicating where to put the dress. You excused yourself and returned to your room.

Farrah was an up and coming size-inclusive fashion designer and most importantly, your fraternal twin sister. You and Farrah were on completely different ends of the same spectrum. Growing up, you were often fighting her bullies on her behalf because she was a pacifist to the core; a terribly sensitive and somewhat reserved Cancer. She graduated from the same high school as you at 16, two years after you did. She graduated with her BFA in Fashion from North Carolina A&T, where she’d met her would-be husband and star Defensive Lineman for the Philadelphia Eagles, Braxton King. Professionally, She went by Issa Jenae, her two middle names. Though she and her family had just moved to Philadelphia from Boston, she spent most of her time in LA and New York. Nearly 85% of your dresses were designed by your sister. So, naturally, she was elated to design your Oscars dress.

Your sister was hanging the garment bag up on the closet door when you got back in. You were anxious to see the dress, as you had no idea what it was going to look like. When she asked you what you had in mind, you replied that you wanted something that was “subtly Wakandan”. With the help of Black Panther’s costume designer and Oscar nominee Ruth E. Carter, Farrah was able to make your wish shake. One of the advantages of having your twin sister design your dresses was that she’d knew you better than any other designer could. Your off-shoulder gown was fittingly inspired by the Jabari tribe with the purple and gold-threaded triangular pattern on the exterior and the gorgeous interior satin royal purple lining. The slit on the right side showed just enough of your thigh tat. Like the other dresses she’d made for you, it was customary for Farrah to hand-sew an insult of some sorts somewhere into the dress. Today’s insult: whore, sewn into the left side of the slit’s opening.

Being that it was one of the many inside jokes you two shared, you searched tirelessly for the insult. When you finally discovered it, you let out the ugliest sound as began laughing. “Bitch, you play too fuckin’ much. Whore? Really?”, you commented as you began unzipping the dress.

“Why not? I wasn’t the one sleepin’ with half of Black Hollywood, now was I?” You stared at her in pure disbelief. That raggedy bitch just airing your dirty laundry out there, but if the roles were reversed, she’d call your umi with the quickness. She was the true Cancer. “Exactly. I rest my case. Now go change, whore.”

You muttered some dirty words and passive aggressive wishes under your breath as you carefully slipped into your dress. Farrah zipped you up and spun you around to get a better look at her masterpiece of a dress. With your wig on and your shoes and accessories still needing to be put on, your transformation was almost complete.

You toyed with the idea of what kind of accessories you’d wear for tonight’s activities. Simplicity won you over for your picks. You wore three necklaces: a choker-like gold bar with “Khalida” written in Arabic, your everyday rose gold “K”, and your gold zodiac pendant. In addition to your 2nd engagement ring, a local Black jeweler allowed you to wear their oversized black fleur-de-lis cocktail ring (it was Mardi Gras season, after all) for the awards ceremony. In an unusual twist, you decided to wear a bracelet. This bracelet wasn’t just any other bracelet—it was a gold bracelet shaped as scissors (a shameless Us plug for your fiancé).To finish the look, you wore your cowrie shell and gold link anklets. You were ready to fuck that carpet up.

Once Maya-Elise finally laid the baby hairs on your half-up half-down Yaki blowout wig, you walked out of the pits of hair hell one last time. For the first time in history, you were ready before Winston. This never happened. Like...ever. Instead of seeing Winston, you were, however, greeted by your bonus family sitting in the living area of the suite.

“My daughter! Has Winston seen you yet?!”, Mama Cora remarked as you twirled for her.

“No, Coco, because for the first time ever, I’m the first one ready. You know this never happens. Wait—he didn’t dip, did he?”, you asked as you tried to peak at his door.

“Of course not! He wouldn’t ditch the most beautiful woman in Hollywood—not in his right mind,at least. I’d actually have to rough him up.”, Cindy joked.

You and Jacqui walked out to the suite’s main balcony take pictures for the ‘Gram. Six Vogue-worthy pictures later, Jacqui uploaded the photo set with “Dark-haired YAAncé” as the caption. You walked back into the suite to see a handsome thick figure with his back towards you. Winston was so wrapped up in his conversation with his barber Red that he didn’t realize that you’d been outside, yet alone beat him getting ready.

“I wonder what Yaa’s wearing tonight. She mentioned something about there being purple somewhere in the equation? I don’t know...I never know with that gyal of mine.”, he chuckled as he shrugged.

Red’s shoulders bounced in laughter. “I mean...why don’t you ask her? She’s right there.” Red looked around his solid physique to acknowledge your presence.

“How am I going to ask her if she’s not rea—”. Winston turned his head in the direction Red had pointed to. Noticing something different, he whipped around once more, this time, turning his whole body around towards you. The two of you stood maybe two feet apart, taking in each other’s ensembles and beauty.

You were in love with his low fade, especially after the Sisqo phase for the New Years Trip (there could be only one platinum blonde in this relationship). Red got him right for tonight. Then there was the tux. THAT. FUCKING. TUX. It didn’t help that he was already thicker than three-day-old oatmeal. His suit was just fitted enough. In true Winston C. Duke fashion, he couldn’t just wear a basic tux. Nope. Hell nawl. The jacket had white piping on the lapel and the pockets, along with two white bands on either arm. The pants had the white stripe going down either side. Surely, the ancestors wanted to see you cut up over your man and how delicious he was looking. As you undressed him with your eyes, you’d caught his little intentional lip bite and lick. It was subtle enough for only you to catch it.

You fanned yourself harder the closer you got up to him. Shit, that nigga was looking delicious. Winston and everyone else laughed at your speechlessness. Your mouth was totally agape and your head shook. You finally pointed your white coffin-shaped nail at Winston and looked around the room to make sure everyone else was seeing the same meal you were looking at.

“Are you gonna say something, K.D.?”, Winston asked as he closed your mouth and lifted your chin in one smooth motion with one finger.

“Baby...sweetheart...honey bunches...Chris baby…answer me this one question...”, you stammered.

“Yes?”

“Who the fuck told you...TO LOOK THIS FUCKIN’ GOOD?! LIKE, WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT AND THE PRIVILEGE?! THE NERVE OF YOU! THE ABSOLUTE UNMITIGATED GALL, THE NEGROSITY OF YOU, ON THIS 24TH DAY OF BLACK HISTORY MONTH AND 20TH ANNIVERSARY OF MY NATIONAL ANTHEM!”,you gassed, punching your hand and pointing your acrylic nails and clacking them against each other every which way for dramatic emphasis.

Winston doubled over in hysterical laughter, to the point of tears, at your response. “Wow, I must say, it does feel good to be on the receiving end of your gassing. I knew I had to come with it if I was going to be your date tonight. If I haven’t learned anything else about you in all these years of knowing you, it’s that no matter where you’re going, you’re gonna bring it. You’ve kinda forced me to step out of my usual tux zone and further into the world of high fashion...all without knowing what your dress looked like. I think I did pretty good, dontcha think?” He finally closed the gap between the two of you and held your small hands into his big hands.You rolled your eyes to keep from laughing. You weren’t going to give into that Gabe Wilson-level corniness.

“Ehhh...you did aight. Ion know who you tryna dress up for, but you cute or whateva.”, you said nonchalantly.

He lowered his voice to where only you could hear, “I must say that you, my dearest Khalida, the love of my life, are looking sublime right now. I don’t even care what you have in store for the after party look, I just know that in this very moment, I’d have you on this table if everyone weren't here.” You smirked.

“You know, I had the same thought about you when were eating lunch. I’m happy our freakiness is in tandem.”, you paused to look around the room, “Now let’s go and flex for the ‘gram, shall we?”

Everyone crowded both elevators to the lobby to get a full glimpse at the soon-to-be Duke’s. The lighting in the hotel’s courtyard was perfect—a studio could never.

“Alrighty...the lighting’s good here, love birds.”, Jacqui reported as she searched for the perfect late afternoon light. The two of you walked to the exact spot Jacqui deemed appropriate. He insisted that you walk before him, just so he could check you out from the back. He gazed in amazement as he noticed the highlight on your shoulders when the sun kissed them. The purple and gold in your dress both complemented your caramel skin. Winston bit his lip as all the thoughts of sin and lust bombarded his mind. God, you outdid yourself when you created her. He finally caught up to you and promptly rested his arm around your full waist, pulling you into him. The two of you stared into each other’s eyes, cameras or people be damned. As Jacqui caught the candid shots, the two of you whispered nasty sweet nothings into each other’s ear. After spending 20 minutes in the courtyard, Jacqui escorted you and Winston to the hotel’s service entrance, where their SUV was waited patiently for you all. As the two of you looked at the SUV, Winston squeezed your hand. “You ready, Dr. Abdullah?”, he asked as he looked down to you.

“When you are, Mr. Duke.”

The two of you shared three deep breaths before loading into the car, eager to show up and out for the Oscars.

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Movie! AU

🎬 The Proposal by curlshire (20k)

Louis is a tetchy editor and Harry is his unfortunate assistant. After Louis is threatened with a demotion, he quickly makes plans to fake a marriage to Harry. (Based off the movie The Proposal)

🎬 Supposed to Be by kikikryslee (26k)

“I’m making a movie for a film competition, and I want you to be in it,” Harry told Louis. “I think you would be a great leading actor in it.” “Why?” “Because it’s you. I mean, who wouldn’t want to know all about the amazing Louis Tomlinson? It would be a great movie.” “You don’t have some weird crush or, like, secret obsession with me, do you?” Louis asked. Harry bit his tongue so he didn’t say “Ew, I have standards.” He didn’t think that would go over well. Of course, that was assuming Louis understood what that meant. — Or, the Geek Charming AU where Harry’s a film geek, Louis’ a popular jock, and they both need each other to get what they want.

🎬 If I Should Stay by gloria_andrews (31k)

Louis is a television actor who suddenly needs a bodyguard. Harry is the bodyguard he ends up hiring.

A fic loosely based on the classic 1992 movie The Bodyguard.

🎬 Elysian by wonderlou (81k)

“What could be it, Niall?” Harry asks gently with a sigh. He slouches down further into his chair, crossing his arms lazily across his chest. He is bored. He has been bored for five years straight, but even more so now that his one interest has shut himself out entirely. Harry had not even heard from Louis, not since last night, not since he had gotten on his nerves so much that he was torn between knocking him out and smiling in surrender to the slight awe he felt. Louis is opinionated like no one he’s ever seen, but his voice is honeyed; high-pitched and indignant. Harry is nothing short of entranced.

Or, Harry is running out of time to fall in love, but with Louis, it seems as if there’s all the time in the world.

🎬 Because You Saw Me When I Was Invisible by supernope (32k)

A (not so) loosely-based Princess Diaries AU, in which Harry finds out he’s the heir to the throne of a country he’s never even heard of.

🎬 Dangerous Liaisons by IWillSingWithYou (42k)

Niall is the master of deceit and Harry is the master of seduction. Louis is just a very strong willed male model who happens to be straight. When Niall tells Harry he wouldn’t be able to seduce Louis, the bet is on, but Niall’s schemes are hard to avoid.

🎬 Leave Before The Lights Come On by Velvetoscar (15k)

Louis’ never had a one night stand in his entire twenty-one years of existence. Not once. That is…until now. And OF COURSE this is how it happened.

🎬 Let’s Fall in Love in a Place You Want to Stay by embro (134k)

A George of the Jungle / Tarzan AU where Louis is a model who meets Wild Man Harry in the Congo. He was raised by apes and barely speaks a word of English and turns Louis’ life upside down.

🎬 If You Wanna Try Me On by zimriya (18k)

To be fair, Harry’d been half asleep when Niall convinced him to put in his CV in the first place. Like, Harry wants to be a proper serious journalist–he’s not about to give up that dream in favour of becoming a personal assistant at a fashion magazine, or…whatever. Harry’s not actually all that sure what Tomlinson Styles even is, beyond his ticket to fame or any of the other things Niall’d spouted off at him, but when he shows up for the interview and is unceremoniously shoved into an office with the Tomlinson part of that equation, all Harry can really think about is that he would like to be a Tomlinson-Styles.

…or the Devil Wears Prada AU that no one wanted. Sort of.

🎬 when the city shines (like the sun at night) by fondleeds (37k)

In a different universe, a parallel dimension in which Harry is a braver version of himself, maybe he’d cup the back of Louis’ neck softly and melt their mouths together.

Maybe they’d tread on light feet up to Louis’ room because the house would be empty and they’d just kiss-and-kiss-and-kiss until their lungs burst, and then Harry would press his face into Louis’ neck and whisper I know you’re Blue, and Louis would do the same in turn, breathe that sentiment into Harry’s skin like a relief, and all the bad weight would lift, just the hot pressure of feeling so much remaining.

Love, Simon AU.

🎬 Now In A Minute by thealmightyavocado (150k)

13 feels like yesterday for many people, but for Louis it actually was.

More than anything in the world, Louis Tomlinson dreams of growing up. Simply skipping over all of the awkward, embarrassing years of teenage existence and getting on with life. Real life.

So when thirteen-year-old Louis wakes up in the body of his thirty-year-old self, he expected everything in his adult life to be picture perfect. And maybe it is. He has it all…or so it seems.

Except his favorite person and lifelong best mate, Harry Styles, is totally missing from the equation and Louis doesn’t understand why. He has a lot of catching up to do and as adult life turns out to be more than what he bargained for, Louis can’t help wondering why a life that seemed so perfect, feels so empty.

Or the 13 going on 30 au that should have been done years ago.

🎬 got the sunshine on my shoulders by hattalove (124k)

five years ago, harry styles left his tiny home town to make it big as a recording artist. he didn’t have much regard for what he left behind - a life, a family, and a husband, who woke up one morning to find him gone.

now, harry has everything he could possibly want: he’s rich, famous, and adored by everyone he meets, including his boyfriend. but when said boyfriend proposes to him, he’s forced to face the uncomfortable facts of his past - and louis, who’s spent the last five years returning every set of divorce papers harry sent him.

(or, an au based on the movie sweet home alabama.)

🎬 like cabbages and kings by you_explode (60k)

When Louis was a kid, he had a series of very vivid dreams about a place called Wonderland. There were rabbits wearing waistcoats and talking cats and ridiculous tea parties, and amidst all the absurdity, there was a boy. A boy with dimples, big green eyes and the sweetest soul Louis has ever known. Louis has always kept a place in his heart for that boy and for his funny dreamworld, and when he’s twenty-five and his life falls apart, it turns out Wonderland might not be so imaginary after all.

🎬 You Drive Me Crazy (but it feels alright) by MrsStylinson (102k)

Bridget Jones’ Diary AU.

“Harry is not short for Harold,” he corrects, his voice as thick as molasses. He lowers his eyes to Louis’ sequined lapels, rubbing one between two fingers. “Is this small or extra small? It looks lovely.”

Louis breaks away from his grip with a petulant huff and pushes him back with two fingers.

“You’re mocking me. Again.”

Harry smiles and it’s a real honest swoop of his lips this time. Louis’ stomach swoops with them.

🎬 Just a Walk in the Park by comingbackhometoyou, forehead (124k)

It’s 2015, the first time dinosaurs walked the earth in over 65 million years. The multi-billion dollar company, Twist Corporations, is planning a summer opening for their world changing attraction, “Jurassic Park”.

They take an interest in the history making duo of Dr. Louis Tomlinson, a stubborn paleontologist, and his partner, paleobotanist Dr. Liam Payne, giving them the chance of a lifetime to work for the new theme park. Louis is apprehensive, but Liam has a “gut feeling” that it will change their lives. He isn’t wrong.

Featuring Niall as the top engineer to get the park up and running, Zayn as the raptor expert, and Harry as the grandson of one of the most influential men in the world.

🎬 Drowning In Your Eyes by smittenwithlouis (45k)

“Capt’n Styles, are you certain of this? They be attracted to man-made light.” “What is? Sharks?” The young blonde asks in terror. “Worse than sharks, lad. There’ll be flesh eating mermaids upon us in minutes, mark my words!” Paul huffs as he continues to wave the bright lantern in front of him, “And Captain Styles here, has us bait!” Or: The Pirates of the Caribbean inspired au where Harry is a fierce pirate who holds the heart of a beautiful merman.

🎬 everything that shine ain’t always gonna be gold by sarcasticfluentry (49k)

Inception-inspired AU. Louis Tomlinson is the most respected and skilled extractor in the dream-sharing business; together he and his point man Zayn have been hired countless times to steal hundreds of valuable secrets straight from the minds of CEOs and politicians. One day, a mysterious and wealthy client contacts Louis and Zayn, offering them triple their normal rate in exchange for successfully completing a job that other extracting teams have deemed "impossible.” The one catch is that this client wants the very best - so he’s decided to team Louis’ skills up with those of Louis’ most hated rival, another highly-respected extractor named Harry Styles. Can Louis and Harry work together to complete the job and get the payout, or will they lose their minds along the way?

🎬 Friendly Neighborhood Spideypool by shitucute (18k)

“Don’t fuck with me, I’m not in the mood.” Louis’ got the urge to punch him in the face, but he knows deep down that if anything it’ll just add fuel to Harry’s innuendo fire.

“You know I only fuck you, not with you. There’s a difference. It’s slight but still there.” He’s joking, but it’s sincere in a way that only Deadpool could make it. It gives Louis a strange mix of emotions, his body doesn’t know whether to fill with butterflies or to knee Deadpool in the balls again for insinuating them fucking.

or, Harry is Deadpool and Louis is Spider-Man and they’ve got way too much history

🎬 Paint The Sky With Stars by kiwikero (62k)

On 10 April 1912, Harry Styles boards the finest ship the world has ever seen. Still grieving the death of their mother, he and his sister are being sent to America to live with a callous uncle who cares more about his business connections than family. Harry prepares himself for a long, disappointing voyage alone in his stateroom.

Louis Tomlinson has borrowed and saved, and finally has enough to purchase a Third Class ticket to America. With all of his belongings in a single ruck sack, he boards the Titanic filled with hope for a brighter future. Never one to sit still, he can’t resist exploring the massive ship, and soon goes sneaking into First Class in a stolen steward’s uniform.

By a twist of fate, Louis finds himself in Harry’s stateroom, entranced by the most attractive man he’s ever laid eyes on. He keeps returning day after day, even if he doesn’t understand what it is about Harry that continues pulling him in. That’s all right; Louis has a week to figure it out, and Harry is plenty willing to help.

Except they don’t have a week. They have four days. Because on 15 April, their entire world will be turned upside down.

Or, the historically accurate Titanic AU with a happy ending.

🎬 The Dead of July by whimsicule (117k)

Being an Avenger means continuing to be Captain America and smiling and being honorable for the public and Harry does his best. But it doesn’t give him time to figure out who he is supposed to be once he takes off his uniform and puts the shield to the side. Just being Harry had always involved Louis, and Harry fears he doesn’t know how to exist without him.

or: Harry is Captain America, and Louis’ been dead for 70 years.

🎬 through struggles, to the stars by thedeathchamber (80k)

Louis is a Starfleet captain trying to find his place in the universe. Harry is a prince just trying to do what’s right. A Star Trek-inspired AU.

🎬 Who Painted the Moon Black by throughthedark (95k)

“People died,” Harry whispers so quietly Louis strains to hear. “People died, and I killed some of them. How does life just go on after something like that?”

Louis shakes his head. “I don’t know. It just does.”

Hunger Games AU where Louis Tomlinson is district six’s victor from the 69th Hunger Games and Harry Styles is district seven’s victor from the 72nd Hunger Games.

🎬 It Had To Be You by FullOnLarrie (45k)

Harry and Louis are strangers who share the long drive from Chicago to NYC after college. They don’t have anything in common, don’t get along, and at the end of their trip, they’re both glad to say goodbye.

During a chance meeting five years later, they find that nothing has changed, and they part ways expecting never to see each other again.

Ten years after their post-college road trip, Louis and Harry meet once again, but this time they become friends. Eventually, things get complicated.

A When Harry Met Sally AU.

🎬 Fool’s Gold by freetheankles (55k)

Leaflet for Over Again Inc.

“In relationships, there are three types of people: those who are happy, those who are unhappy but accept it and deal, those who are unhappy and in denial.

Handling this last category is our job: we are professional couple breakers.

To reach our goal, we use all means necessary.”

Or the Arnacoeur AU in which Harry is scheduled to be married to Liam in 10 days and Harry’s mother hires Louis and his team to break them up.

🎬 Light My Fire, Blow My Flame by messofgorgeouschaos (98k)

“In New York, you can be a new man.” Broadway actor Louis Tomlinson has it all. An amazing flat, a wonderful friend group, a Tony under his belt, and the world at his fingertips. Yet there’s one thing that’s missing. And it might be in the shape of the curly haired lawyer who becomes Zayn’s new roommate.

Or, the One Where…. Louis is a Broadway actor, Harry is a newly graduated lawyer, Liam is a radio DJ, Zayn is an English Professor at NYU, and Niall is a music producer. A Friends AU.

🎬 King of wishful thinking by Star_Henderson (38k)

“Don’t umm don’t get on the bus, come inside.” Louis blurted the words out, speaking quickly.

Harry looked startled.

“Just. Look I don’t know if I want..” Louis scrubbed his face with his hand. “I’ll pay for your time. Just come in.”

Harry stepped away from the bus stop and the bus sailed straight past.

“What’s umm what do you guys make these days?”

Harry shuffled his feet. “Depends. Like two hundred an hour.”

Louis hummed. “Reasonable.” He gestured towards the hotel. “Come up for a drink or some room service or something.”

Harry scraped the toe of his already scuffed boots on the floor. “You don’t have to do this, I feel like… like you’re a nice person who feels bad but it’s fine. I get it. You don’t have to make it up to me.”

Louis stared at Harry. It’d been so long since he’d even spoken to a guy let alone hung out with one. He’d enjoyed the banter and the flirting.

“Come up.” Louis’ voice was soft.

Harry’s face bloomed into a smile. “Ok.”

🎬 Supposed to Be by kikikryslee (26k)

“I’m making a movie for a film competition, and I want you to be in it,” Harry told Louis. “I think you would be a great leading actor in it.” “Why?” “Because it’s you. I mean, who wouldn’t want to know all about the amazing Louis Tomlinson? It would be a great movie.” “You don’t have some weird crush or, like, secret obsession with me, do you?” Louis asked. Harry bit his tongue so he didn’t say “Ew, I have standards.” He didn’t think that would go over well. Of course, that was assuming Louis understood what that meant. — Or, the Geek Charming AU where Harry’s a film geek, Louis’ a popular jock, and they both need each other to get what they want.

🎬 The Edge of the Stars by casuallyhl (16k)

Louis laughed. “You think you can convince some random guy to want to go out with me?”

“Oh baby,” Jay chuckled. “I can convince all of the UK to want to go out with you.”

Or, a Meet the Parents AU where Harry is the man of Louis’ dreams, and it’s up to Jay to convince him to date her son.

🎬 Keep on Dreaming, This is Hollywood by popfly (31k)

Louis Tomlinson, a pop star manager, makes his way to LA with a pop star (and his new music demands) and a very busy schedule.

Harry Styles came to Los Angeles with a dream and ended up sharing a flat and an occupation with a male prostitute from Ireland.

What happens when Louis meets Harry, and makes him an offer he can’t refuse?

AKA A Pretty Woman AU where Louis is the high-powered businessman and Harry is the hooker. No, there is no necklace scene, but there is definitely piano sex.

🎬 a promise lives within you now by sarcasticfluentry (45k)

A Lord of the Rings-inspired Middle Earth AU. Louis is an Elven prince, next in line to become King of Mirkwood, and Harry is the orphaned Human boy who grows up alongside him. They fall in love, but Louis’s obligations to the throne, Harry’s mortality, and impending war threaten to tear them apart.

🎬 don’t be afraid, it’s only love by threewhitehorses (14k)

A proposal!AU where Louis is at risk of being deported back to England and Harry just really wants a promotion.

🎬 I won’t be afraid (Just as long as you stand by me) by larrycaring (49k)

Harry leads an ordinary life, and he’s totally okay with it.

So, of course, when it all changes and he learns he is the actual Crown Prince of a whole country he’s never heard of, he doesn’t welcome the news with open arms.

Thankfully, Louis is there by his side, and that? That, will never change.

or a Princess Diaries AU that I just really, really needed to write. No regrets.

🎬 There’s Such a Lot of World to See by crinkle-eyed-boo (125k)

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” Harry asks, thumbing at Louis’ hip. “Like what?” Louis asks breathlessly. “Like you’ve seen a ghost or summat,” Harry muses. “You did it all the time the other day and you did it just now.” Louis swallows hard, studying him intently. “You remind me of someone,” Louis says softly, tucking a curl behind Harry’s ear. “Someone I lost.”

Louis has seen a great many things throughout his travels in time and space, but only one he can’t explain: He keeps meeting the same boy, who says the same thing to him each time. The boy should be impossible.

Maybe he is.

A love story that defies the boundaries of space and time. Doctor Who AU.

🎬 Music To My Eyes by twoshipstiedup (23k)

A closeted actor and a struggling musician meet one night.

They fall in love.

A Star is Born AU

🎬 After Hours by Velvetoscar (26k)

Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson are the bane of each other’s existences. Unfortunately, they’re already in love–even if they aren’t completely aware of this minor detail.

[A “You’ve Got Mail” AU]

🎬  Simply Irresistible by Rearviewdreamer (12k)

Louis only comes to town to start up a successful restaurant, but finds he can't quite leave once the job is done. Though, that might have more to do with him falling for his quirky neighbor than anything else.

or

A fic loosely based on the movie Simply Irresistible. A silly and funny movie with Sarah Michelle Gellar about witchcraft, cooking, and sex that everybody needs to watch at some point in their lives.

🎬  A Study in Love by Rearviewdreamer (24k)

Louis knows everything about everyone which has put him at a great and weird advantage over nearly all of them since the very beginning. He can solve any puzzle before most people know where to begin. He is rarely perplexed, mistaken, or wrong, and obviously, Louis is never ever surprised. And yet, his new flatmate after a very long string of failed ones has Louis questioning how he ever did any of it without him.

[itchy-nissan-blog]

Nike's new 'League of Legends' range includes particular Jordans

Nike is back with a new line of garments celebrating skilled League of Legends. The latitude includes 4 brand-new jackets that might be put on with the help of the groups representing China on the Globe Championship later on this month: preferable Esports, JD Pc Gaming, Suning and LGD. Nike took a comparable strategy last 12 months, providing eventual Globe Champion FunPlus Phoenix Metro, Royal not ever before give up and also Invictus Gaming brand-new attires to complete know the 2019 match. All 16 teams in China's residential LPL (League of Legends pro Organization) have been then offered similar t-shirts to play in all through the 2020 springtime and summer season time divides. It's likely, thus, that Nike will do the equal and break down brand-new jerseys to the different LPL teams earlier than the 2021 period begins.

The redesigned shirts look drastically varied to those introduced remaining year, with centrally-aligned team symbols and also a gold edition of the LPL logo design within the behind right-hand corner. in action to an announcement, they all make use of Nike's Dri-healthy experience as well as have a relaxed waist layout so gamers do not think confined throughout crucial video clip games. The 4 groups will furthermore participate in the realm Champion putting on particular 'Conquest' jackets impressed through the color pattern of the LPL as well as every team's certain individual jackets and branding. The inner also has the motto "All We fight For," which has actually featured prominently in LPL marketing videos this one year.

Nike is matching its team attires with a League of Legends edition of the Jordan 1 excessive Zoom Air CMFT tennis shoe. It's supposedly inspired using the location Championship prize, with a reflective material that shows up diverse at midnight and also beneath vibrant lights. fans of the established MOBA video online video game will additionally observe a reference to the Summoner's Break map on the proper shoe's tongue. If Jordans aren't your design, the enterprise has created a wider 'great online video game' latitude that covers multiple Nike sneakers (Air Max ninety, Sports jacket Mid 77, Air drive 1 Low, Air drive 1 hey there, Air Max 270 React, Air Max 2X and Joyride twin Run 2), hoodies, coats as well as tees.

Nike The business's task goes beyond LPL teams and enthusiasts. Nike partnered with SKT T1, the Korean Organization of Legends group with superstar midland Lee "Faker" Sang-hyeok, previously this yr. It likewise teamed up with Fnatic, which possesses absolutely among Europe's largest Organization of Legends teams, on a little selection understood as Fnatic manage utmost month. Puma, meanwhile, has actually teamed up with North American team Cloud 9, as well as Umbro has historically made jerseys for Schalke's Organization of Legends team. On the other hand, esports companies comparable to 100 Thieves, which competes in distinctive games consisting of Organization of Legends, are making their very own jackets in a proposal to establish themselves as the gaming matching of Nike or Supreme.

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Why a former Air Jordan design director left his job to guide the charge for Black representation throughout the sneaker trade

D'Wayne Edwards is one among a handful of Black designers that created a hit occupation in the tennis shoe industry.

He functioned as Nike's footwear layout director in between 2001 and also 2011, the place he made sneakers for the Air Jordan maker.

Now, Edwards is main the price for extra Black image in the tennis shoe sector, using his job since the founding daddy of style academy Pensole and as a frontrunner for The African American tennis shoes online forum (AAFF), which addresses as well as solves variety problems in the container.

" it's our work to tear the rattling door down," Edwards observed of the organisation's boundaries to entrance for Black americans. "and ensure it never shuts again."

inquire from organisation Insider's homepage for better records.

D'Wayne Edwards is called one of one of the most a lot more significant tennis shoe developers round. he is in addition definitely one of just a handful of Black individuals that managed to find primary success as an artistic in the trade.

In an occupation extending 3 years, Edwards launched his individual business, SITY, as well as accomplished a 10-12 months stint as Nike's footwear style supervisor, the area he created for the Air Jordan producer. hence much, Edwards has developed over 500 patterns for athletes like Derek Jeter, Carmelo Anthony, as well as Michael Jordan.

but despite every one of his success, Edwards described he really felt love it wasn't enough.

" i recognized there came to be just an extra beneficial purpose for my existence during this market than merely to style shoes for professional athletes," he kept in mind, explaining his resolution to stop working as a full-time developer in 2010 as well as begin Pensole, a style academy that encourages the next wave of young tennis shoes designers on their direction into the profession.

because its starting, Pensole has actually placed above 475 previous graduates at brands equivalent to Nike, below Armour, and Adidas.

Shoe developer D'Wayne Edwards shows up to the celebration for Jordan producer's launch of the Air Jordan XX2 footwear at the MGM Grand Pavillion Outdoor Tents inside the MGM Grand inn/on line casino site on February sixteen, 2007 in Las Vegas, Nevada. Ethan Miller/Getty pictures

nevertheless past nurturing budding designers, Edwards has additionally introduced right into yet another objective to fix what he sees as an overarching concern within the market.

As nationwide attention changes to discussions round variety as well as addition, Edwards is teaming up with sportswear and also tennis shoe profession employees and also graduates in actively dealing with for profession during the African American tennis shoes discussion board (AAFF). This business functions to deal with as well as resolve variety factors to consider within the footwear sector. The discussion board held its second assembly on June 19, or Juneteenth, where Black masters and also service employee's almost stated and took inventory of the state of variety and possibility for Black people within the box.

In explaining his motivation to circulate right into a greater protestor trajectory, Edwards defined feeling satisfied as a clothier, notwithstanding "insufficient as a Black guy and also as somebody."

As such, Edwards has actually discovered the means to utilize his journey to produce additional chances for various unique prospects. he is doing so in his function at Pensole as wisely, with campaigns like the Leaders Emerge After course (LEAD) by means of Design software program, which helps nurture students of colour on their training course in resistance t a profession within the profession by way of a collaboration with generally black faculties and also universities (HBCUs).

"today, most of us be mindful of there is no more that a number of us within the sector," Edwards observed, keeping in mind that possibly the many discussion board's dreams is to get an appropriate census of Black individuals within each major organisation to entirely remember the inconsistency within the trade. The Nike alumnus estimated that there are feasible below 200 black designers amongst loads in the shoes sector right now.

The tennis shoe area is basically regarded intrinsically certain to Black subculture. but also for some industry americans, this social affect is never ever watched past outside messaging or campaigns. as a circumstances, ad campaign and star collaborations from Adidas and Nike are normal to plainly particular artists as well as athletes of shade, equal to Beyonce, Kanye West, and LeBron James.

"We go to all times capacity, we're by no means the brains in the back of companies, we're never a component of the business structure and also the preparation, the production," Edwards noted. "currently we have been completely shut out of these areas."

After recruitment and also retention, occupation growth is just one of the best issues for Black staff members within the shoes as well as athletic-put on business, described Darla Pires DeGrace, a diversity, fairness, and inclusion planner. Pires DeGrace is furthermore a previous employer for Reebok and also a participant of AAFF. past the office, lobbyists claim there is still function to be completed in various other sectors of the shoes profession, like at retail stores, to assist different Black individuals within the field.

Some changes are currently in position. producers like Adidas, Nike, as well as listed below Armour have actually all recounted enterprise-huge difficulties with inclusion and variety. When it comes to Edwards, his position as an online forum leader enables him to fire up crucial conversations with significant tennis shoes producers concerning variety and incorporation. In Foot Storage locker's most fresh wage name, Chief Executive Officer and chairman Richard Johnson introduced the organisation's proceeded partnership with Edwards, which includes funding training as well as mentorship classes for Black creatives.

"When it becomes component of the manner they do company, then it genuinely is if you take place to'll have sustainable lengthy-term have an effect on," Edwards said. "If or not it's just slicing a take a look at, that simply offers the instant objective."

Air Jordan 5 "Raging Bull" Returns subsequent year: particulars

if you've been round tennis shoes for a really lengthy time, you then most likely remember the Air Jordan 5 "Raging Bull" that was introduced over one decade earlier currently. It changed right into a type of colorways that instantaneously thrilled americans upon its unlock many thanks to the vibrant purple suede that graced the top. just viewing on the colorway, you may notify that it absolutely accepted the aesthetics of the Chicago Bulls and also the spirit of the staff.

For 10 years now, fans were asking for a second possibility at copping the shoe and also according to @zsneakerheadz, it really feels like that day is coming sooner in preference to later on. of course, it really is appropriate, the "Flaming Bull" colorway mosts likely to be making a big comeback in 2021 as well as it looks like a Springtime or summer season time liberate is likely. this is significant info for followers of the colorway that overlooked out the primary time around. Jordan brand has been commemorating the thirtieth wedding anniversary of the footwear in 2020 and heading right into following yr, it be clear Jumpman has no strategies to reduce.

Of direction, none of this has been verified by utilizing Jordan brand so stay tuned for updates as we can see to it to deliver you all the most recent advise.

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This Better Work Part 3

Sweet Pea X OC

Summery; Hey guys, not sure how well this is going to go but I originally put it on Wattpad so its way long, but hopefully its not horrendous. Let me know what you think! So, it follows the story line kind of, it’s not exact but I have tried and it follows my OC Ali as she navigates through the hell that is Riverdale. Whilst struggling with financial, social and romantic difficulties, she has the added pressure of keeping up with school work and bonus of being thrown into the frightening world of the criminal underground.

Side Note; None of the gifs or pictures I use are mine, I’m not talented or smart enough to even begin an attempt at making my own. Thank you to those who have such abilities and if you don’t want me using them then please let me know so I can remove them for you. 

Word Count;  4,525 (Give or Take)

Masterlist   Part-1   Part-2

The next couple of weeks were filled with Black Hood scares, investigations and lots of homework. Ali had somehow managed to maintain her usual workload. Whilst balancing her free time between helping Betty investigate the Black Hood and aiding Cheryl in coping with the horror of living with her mother.

"So, Ali. Are you able to make some time in your busy schedule to come to the little soiree I'm holding tonight?" Veronica asked as the girls made their way to cafeteria for lunch.

"I'd love to Ronnie, but I have so much homework to catch up on and I promised Izzy I'd take her to her friends house for a sleep over." Ali apologized. "But I'll be coming to the open house thingy." Ali promised with her signature, unbreakable smile.

"Ok, I guess since you have SUCH a busy schedule and you have managed to squeeze in the MAIN event, I can let you off the hook." Veronica exaggerated playfully as they took their seats either side of Archie. 

"Hey Arch, you looking forward to the party tonight?" Ali asked politely pulling a large box of pasta salad from her bag and digging in. Archie and Veronica watched in amazement as she began to inhale her food. 

"What? I'm hungry, Don't Judge Me." Ali defended innocently, her stomach growling angrily as she spoke. 

"See" She cried pointing to her well-toned stomach.

"It's just amazing how such a tiny girl can eat so much!" Archie chuckled shaking his head. Betty sat opposite Ali as Archie spoke, a grim look holding her delicate features hostage.

"Hey Betty, you ok?" Ali asked through a mouthful of pasta. Frowning when Betty nodded giving her a false smile. Ali knew she had been under a lot of pressure with the Black Hood lately. But something had clearly changed for the worse. 

"Can we talk? I need to run something by you about the Blue and Gold if that's ok?" Ali improvised thinking quick on her feet.

"Uh yeah sure shall we go there now while you have some free time?" Betty suggested knowing how busy Ali was. Ali nodded packing away the rest of her food and jumping to her feet. Linking arms with Betty as they made their way to the room for the Blue and Gold.

"So, you want to tell me what's bugging you?" Ali asked as they entered the small room, closing the door behind her and perching on the edge of a desk giving her blonde-haired friend a concerned look. 

"Come on Betty you can tell me anything. I'm hardly one to judge. You of all people should know that." Ali smiled straightening out the light grey vest she wore under a baggy cream cardigan, her ripped, pale blue skinny jeans showing off her muscular legs.

"It's the Black Hood. He's been contacting me. Threatening to hurt my friends if I don't do what he tells me." Betty sighed looking down at her feet, rubbing her arm as she spoke. 

"He says I have to sever all ties with my friends, or he'll do it his way." Betty looked as if she was about to burst into tears, causing Ali to leap off the desk pulling her friend into a bear hug.

"No matter what happens. No matter what you do. I will always be here for you. Let him try and come after me. See what happens. I didn't take 12 years of MMA classes for nothing." Ali comforted her friend, talking into her jumper as she spoke. Betty pulled away wiping a tear from her eye.

"Ali I can't put you or anyone else in that kind of danger. I just don't know what to do any more. He wants me to destroy my friendship with V." She sobbed leaning back on the desk behind her.

"If he's threatening V then she'll understand. For now, I think you should do as he says. He's a wild card Betty and I don't want you getting hurt. As far as everyone is concerned, we had an argument and are no longer friends. The only time we talk is when we're working on the Blue and Gold or you're helping me in the garage on a school project for extra credit." Ali planned taking control of the situation for Betty. She clearly needed the support. 

"Everyone knows I'm crazy hard working and friendly to everyone, so it won't raise any suspicions. If the Black Hood does see through our smoke screen. Let him come after me. I have both Malachi and the Serpents protection. I'm covered." Ali winked, she made sure she covered all basis when she put a plan together. Betty stared at her in shock and curiosity when she mentioned Malachi and the Serpents.

"Who's Malachi?" She questioned tilting her head slightly, her eyebrows knitted into a puzzled frown as she crossed her arms. 

"Oh, Ghoulies leader. I'm the only one that does a good enough paint job apparently." Ali answered brushing it off casually. Betty's face dropped at her statement. "What?" Ali frowned defensively.

"You're insane. You've gone completely mental. Ali you can't be friends with 2 rival gangs. Its going to end in mayhem." Betty declared.

"I'm not. I'm friends with the Serpents and the LEADER of the rival gang. If it ever came down to it Malachi would turn me to the hounds without a second thought. The Serpents however have taken us under their wing. They would never betray us." Ali explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Betty nodded slowly as she wrapped her head around it when the bell rang signalling the end of lunch. 

"Care to walk with me to chemistry?" Ali asked offering her arm. 

The day of the open house was a rush of last-minute preparations. Ali had dropped Izzy off at the Lodges place early so she could get ready with Veronica. Whilst Ali whizzed round on her bike picking up some last-minute things.

"Thank you for helping on such short notice Ali. I hope it wasn't too much trouble." Hiram Lodge thanked Ali as she handed him the box of expensive champagne.

"Oh, not at all. Always happy to help. I hope Izzy hasn't been too much trouble." Ali smiled politely, following the man inside to be greeted by Hermione Lodge, Izzy and Veronica who were all sat on Veronica's bed getting ready.

"She's been a star helping us get ready. Thank you, Ali." Hermione Lodge answered looking up from styling Izzy's hair. She had put it up in a very stylish fish tail plait with a few loose strands curled to frame her face, she wore a pale blue dress that ended just below her knees matched with an adorable pair of silver ballet flats. 

"Why don't you jump in the shower whilst we finish up here. Then we can help you get ready on time." Veronica suggested pointing towards the door to the bathroom. Ali smiled giving her a salute as she bounced into the bathroom. 

After a quick shower and being prodded and poked as the girls styled her hair and did her make up Ali was finally ready. Her hair had been curled and pinned to the side, so it fell elegantly over her shoulder. Showing off the black, backless, halter neck dress she wore with a pair of red ribbon heels. Veronica had given her subtle smoky eyes and classic red lips to match the red nail varnish on her surprisingly well-maintained fingers.

"Ali you look amazing!" Izzy beamed looking up at her sister. The girls all stood back to admire their handy work only to be interrupted by Hiram Lodge, who had knocked on the door to tell them their car was waiting down stairs.

"Now are you sure you'll be ok riding you're bike to the venue. I don't want you crashing and ruining your dress." Veronica teased as Ali swung herself onto her bike carefully tucking her hair into her helmet so it wouldn't get ruined.

"I'm sure V. I'll be fine besides, I can't turn up to the ball without a date and I only have eyes for Harley." Ali smiled brightly patting the handle bars of her bike before speeding down the road towards the Venue.

"You're sisters a crazy person." Veronica whispered to Izzy as they got in the car.

"Now who might you be?" A handsome dark-haired boy addressed Ali, who was stood awkwardly at the side of the large ballroom looking for her little sister.

"Hey, I'm Ali." She smiled offering her hand to shake, containing a cringe as the boy took her hand bringing it to his lips and kissing it. Maintaining eye contact the whole time. "You must be Nick St. Clair, Ronnie's told me so much about you." 

"Good things I hope." He grinned returning Ali's hand.

"There are bad things too? She had me under the impression that you were a good boy!" Ali replied, smiling her cheeky bright smile.

"You know, several people have warned me about you Ali Masters. You and your contagious smile but I had no idea it was so hypnotizing." He flirted stepping a little closer. He had that aura about him that sent the hairs on Ali's neck standing on end. He reminded her of Malachi, the way he looked at her like a meal or chew toy. 

"Care for a drink?" He offered calling over one of the waiters with a hand signal.

"A drink sounds pretty good right now. I'm not used to being quite so dressed up. I feel like I'm on display." Ali joked, although she was being very serious. Nick handed her a drink smiling innocently at her. She knew that smile all too well. She had used that smile plenty of times herself. It was the innocent smile of trouble. 

"Thank you but I don't trust drinks handed to me by strangers. I hope you don't take offence to this. But I'd feel much better if I got my own." She smiled apologetically placing the glass on the table and grabbing another glass from a passing waiter.

"By all means, whatever makes you comfortable." Nick replied holding his innocent grin, however there was a glint of disappointment in his eyes. Ali had been stood talking to Nick for a few minutes when Izzy came skipping over looking very pleased with herself. 

"Hey Izzy, what are you so happy about?" Ali grinned looking at her sisters happy face. 

"Oh, Izzy this is Nick St. Clair. Nick this is my little sister Izzy." Ali quickly introduced.

"I just met Mr. and Mrs. St. Clair and they said I looked lovely and that I was one of the nicest girls they'd met." Izzy beamed proudly, making Ali and Nick chuckle.

"And why wouldn't they say that? You're the prettiest girl here." Nick complimented her. 

"Mind if I steal little Izzy here for a dance? I'll be good I promise. Wouldn't want to upset the big sister." He joked waiting for Ali to give him the all clear.

"Hey, it's not me you've got to worry about. I mean sure I'll kick your ass if you hurt or upset her." Ali paused placing a hand on his shoulder and leaning in a little. 

"But who do you think my sparring partner is? I'm not the only Masters with more than one black belt." She winked sending them onto the dance floor. Nicks face turning a slightly paler shade. 

Her phone buzzed with a message from Betty, 'Sending Archie to do it, don't think I can face Juggie.'. 

"Bugger! Betty what have you done?" Ali muttered to herself as she made her way quickly towards Veronica. 

"Ronnie, thank god. Somethings come up that needs my urgent attention. I'll be back as soon as I can, but can you keep an eye on Izzy. She's dancing with Nick for now. Is that ok?" She hurried, Veronica nodded looking over to where Ali was pointing on the dance floor.

"Yeah, no worries I've got this." She confirmed looking a little worried for Ali. 

"Thank you!" Ali called back already jogging to the parking lot where her bike was. Cursing her heels as she went. Throwing her Helmet on as she swung herself onto her bike and speeding off in the direction of Jugheads trailer. 

She came to a swinging halt outside Jugheads trailer just as Archie was storming off. Leaving Jughead a broken shell in front of a young group of Serpents. She heard him yell something to the group. But it was hard to make out what he said with her helmet on. Jumping off her bike she threw her helmet to the ground, sprinting towards to boys. She may not like wearing heels, but she can certainly run in them. This isn't the first crisis to arise during a formal event.

"Juggie, JUGHEAD." She called but he ignored her calls. 

"FORSYTHE PENDLETON JONES THE THIRD DON'T YOU DARE IGNORE ME!" She screamed running over to where he had now stopped. Frozen like a statue. She never used his full name. 

"Another one of your Northsider friends. Oh joy." One of the serpents snarled sarcastically from behind a very angry looking Sweet Pea.

"Shut it snake or I'll turn you into a shoelace." Ali snapped glaring viciously at the group.

"Easy Princess, in case you haven't noticed we out number you 10 to 1." Sweet Pea warned. But Ali was in no mood for playing games.

"Then I suggest you save your selves the humiliation of getting beaten up by a single cheerleader and Shut. Up." She snapped, venom dripping from each word. 

"Don't be rude, give a girl some privacy." She commanded flicking her wrists towards them and pulling Jughead out of earshot. 

Sweet Pea bit his lower lip when he saw her bare back. The way it glowed in the evening sun. There was something about this girl that challenged his control. He'd only seen her a few times since the water fight night. Passing glances when she'd drop by the Wyrm to drop something off for her mother but every time he saw her it felt like his blood turned to pure sunlight.

"Dude you're staring." Fangs muttered under his breath nudging Sweet Pea's side. Pulling him back to Earth and his depressing reality. A girl like that would never fall for a guy like him.

"No I'm not. Shut up Fangs." Sweet Pea growled under his breath.

"Jughead you have to listen to me. Archie went way out of proportion there. She's not breaking up with you. Just... asking for some space. She has some stuff she needs to figure out is all." Ali tried to explain without giving it away. She knew that if he knew the real reason, he would only make things worse for himself. 

"Look Ali I get that you're trying to protect my feelings. But she made it clear when she sent Archie. It's over between us. Now you need to go. You can't be here." He snapped before storming off leaving Ali stood alone by her bike.

"God damn it Jones. I am not wearing the shoes for this." She muttered angrily under her breath. Jogging back over to where the group of Serpents were now trailing off behind Jughead. Ali managed to catch up with the last of the Serpents when one of them stopped, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back.

"Where do you think you're going Princess?" The boy hissed, his grip getting tighter as she tried to pull away.

"I really don't have time for this." Ali sighed feeling very annoyed and a little threatened. She grabbed the boys wrist digging her nails deep into his flesh drawing blood. The boy let out a pained yelp and punched her. He had a strong swing and caught Ali clean on the side of her face causing her to yell out in frustration. Her cry rang clear in Sweet Pea and Fangs ears and the pair immediately bolted to the other side of the trailer to find Ali slamming the boys face hard into her knee. The side of her face bleeding and a bright red hand mark on her wrist. 

"God dammit. I am supposed to be clean and presentable." She growled as she let the boy fall to the floor. Her voice shaking with rage, body slumped against the side of the trailer trying to control her trembling limbs. The boys hurriedly rushed over to her, signalling one of the other Serpents to check on the unconscious boy.

"Ali cat are you ok? What happened?" Fangs asked walking her over to the steps so she could sit down. Sweet Pea following close behind.

"I was trying to get to you so I could make sure Juggie would be ok. That you'd look out for him. But he grabbed me and when I tried to break free, he hit me." Ali choked, fighting back the furious tears that were threatening to ruin her make up. Ali never cried. She never allowed herself the luxury of showing her vulnerable side and she sure as hell wasn't about to let a bunch of Southside Serpents see it. 

"I'm so sorry Fangs. I just got spooked when he grabbed my wrist. Is he ok?" Ali asked with concern, glancing over to the boy who was slowly coming too.

"It's fine Princess. He had it coming any way." Sweet Pea replied. His voice was deep and chalky but something about the way he spoke made Ali feel as though he cared. "What happened to your back? Looks like you got hit hard."

Fangs moved her slightly so he could look. Spotting a pale blue mark the size of a large fist just below the left side of her rib cage. Ali shook her head waving it off. She had calmed down now and just wanted to get cleaned up and go back to the Open house to dance with Izzy.

"Look guys I'm fine it's nothing honestly." She stood up putting her usual bright smile back on and turning to face the pair. 

"Just promise me you'll look after Jughead, I know he's joining the Serpents. Toni told me. I just need to know that he's going to be ok and that someone else has his back as well. Then I can get out of your hair." She begged, her smile as bright and warm as always but her eyes were broken and desperate.

"I promise he'll be ok. Now you better go. Cinderella can't be late for the ball, now can she?" Sweet Pea replied almost smiling. Fangs had to stop his jaw from falling to the ground when Sweet Pea spoke.

"Cute. I'm no Cinderella but thank you." Ali retorted heaving a sigh of relief.

"You sure about that? All work and no play, sounds a lot like you if you ask me!" Sweet Pea remarked raising an eyebrow at her.

"Yeah but I don't need a prince charming to rescue me. Plus, I love my job." Ali called back before disappearing down the road on her bike. 

"Sweet Pea in case you've forgotten. We don't even know if Jones is going to survive tonight." Fangs reminded him as they made their way back to their bikes.

"He'll survive. He doesnt have a choice." Sweet Pea growled determinedly.

Ali arrived back at the open house just in time to catch Veronica, Josie and the Pussy cats performing. She waved at them as she made her way over to her little sister. Izzy looked up at her sister shaking her head and pulling a face wipe from her cream purse and handing it to Ali when she saw the blood on her forehead. 

Ali smiled accepting the wipe and cleaned the blood from her face. Mouthing a "Thank You" to her as she did. Looking back up at the stage she noticed a sudden wave of horror crash over Veronica's face as the girls gaze fell on the exit on the far side of the room. She turned to see what had her friend in such a state. Her heart froze when she saw her best friend looking very limp and out of it being carried by the one and only Nick St Clair.

"Izzy come with me NOW." Ali commanded pointing towards the exit Cheryl had just disappeared through. Izzy didn't even question it. She just followed her sister as she fought her way through the crowds. Bolting towards her bike the minute they were free from the mass of sweaty bodies. Closely followed by Veronica and the girls. Ali threw Izzy the helmet on the handle bar. Since Izzy had come by car her own helmet was still at the Pembroke. But Izzy's safety was far more important than her own. 

The girls flew down the road towards Nick's hotel skidding to a sliding halt and tearing into the building. Veronica and the girls hot on their heels. Ali's heart was racing a million miles an hour as she charged up the stairs. She knew that even in heels she was faster than the elevator. Cheryl was her closest and best friend in all the world if anything happened to her there would be hell to pay. Ali's wrath would put God AND Satan to shame. Veronica  was well aware of this as she bolted to Nick's room. She had to stop Ali from killing him. Even if he did deserve it. 

Ali slammed into the door but it was locked. Josie and Izzy quickly began looking for a way in. But Ali was already seeing red. With one ferocious kick she sent the door flying, splinters of wood soaring everywhere. 

Even in heels Ali put most men to shame when it came to kicking doors down. The girls were impressed. They crashed into the room tearing through it to Nicks bedroom. Where Ali found him stripping himself of his blazer and climbing on top of a very unconscious Cheryl. Ali wasted no time in throwing him to the ground. 

Dragging him to the next room before proceeding to punch him relentlessly. Blood covering her knuckles as she pounded his once handsome face with the wooden knuckle duster hair slide she always wore. Josie, Melody and Valerie struggled to drag Ali from the boy with the help of Izzy, who held her in a firm headlock. They were almost certain if she'd carried on, she'd have killed him. Veronica sat beside Cheryl checking her over. Wrapping her in a blanket as she slowly came too.

Izzy had managed to drag Ali outside the hotel room and was now struggling to hold her down. The others had left her with Ali so they could kick Nick in the balls several times for good measure. Ali's eyes had turned terrifyingly dark and she was becoming increasingly stronger by the second.

"Ronnie I can't hold her much longer!" Izzy shouted her voice wavering with fear of what her sister might do if she got free. 

"RONNIE SHE'S GETTING LOOSE!" Izzy screamed desperately pinning her sisters hands between her shoulder blades. Gripping as hard as she could with her knees as she sat on her sisters back holding her down. Josie ran out leaping down to pin Ali's inhumanly strong legs down whilst Veronica called the only person she could think of, Sheriff Keller. Within minutes of her hanging up there was the familiar sound of police sirens outside and Sheriff Keller bolted up the stairs followed by 2 of his strongest Deputies.

"Be careful with her. The only reason she's still down is because that's her sister holding her. If it was anyone else, I dread to think what she'd have done." Sheriff Keller warned as the deputies made their way hurriedly over to the girl on the floor. Flinching at every growling roar she let out. It wasn't the first time she'd been put in a holding cell to cool down. It was a rare occurrence that she lost her temper as savagely as this. Thankfully for the Sheriff it had only happened once before. However, to this day no one knows the full story behind what provoked such a full-blown flick of the switch. She had been found covered in blood sprinting down the road leading to Riverdale from Greendale barefoot. 

"She's not in trouble, is she? I just didn't know what else to do." Veronica panicked watching as the men struggled to control Ali who was now handcuffed and being dragged down the stairs as she fought to get back to Nick and finish what she started. 

"No, she's not in trouble. She'll stay in a holding cell for the night until she's cooled off and I'll deal with this mess tomorrow. For now though, I need to make sure my men aren't mauled to death getting her there. Is that ok? One of my deputies will be here in a minute to take statements and what have you." Sheriff Keller answered looking worriedly towards the staircase Ali had vanished down.

"I understand Sheriff Keller, we've got it here. Thank you for coming so quickly. I don't know what we'd have done if you hadn't arrived when you did." Veronica admitted before turning and making her way back to Cheryl leaving Sheriff Keller to deal with Ali.

The journey to the station was short but eventful. Ali had spent the whole journey trying to kick through the windows. It was well past midnight and apart from the occasional drunken ramblings, the station was surprisingly quiet. Until Ali arrived. 

The moment she felt the grip of one of her escorts loosen on her arm, she swung herself up wrapping her legs around the guys throat heaving him to the ground with a loud thud. Sweeping the legs from underneath her second escort as she spun herself back to her feet ready to take on the three officers charging towards her. Completely unaware of the pair of eyes watching from the shadows in a nearby cell. Ali was quick to jump on the shoulders of the first officer using the wall to launch herself higher, swinging herself down slamming the man, beer belly first to the floor. Before leaping up to kick the second man clean in the chest sending him crashing against the wall and head butting the woman behind him as he fell.

"Ali I'm sorry but you leave me no choice!" Sheriff Keller called apologetically before aiming his taser and firing at Ali who released a groan as she stumbled to the ground. Fighting the unbearable electric pulses with all her might. Once the Sheriff was sure she was completely out he quickly picked her up carrying her to the nearest empty cell and placing her carefully on the bench. Throwing a small blanket over her and a lumpy pillow under her head. 

"That was some fight you put up there!" An impressed voice applauded when Ali's eyes finally started to flutter open.

"Do you have to be so loud? I just got tazed in the ass and hit my head on the way down. I'm in enough pain without listening to your dumbass comments." Ali groaned covering her head with the scratchy blanket she had covering her.

"All I'm saying is those guys didn't stand a chance against you. Keller didn't even try he just pulled the taser out." The voice continued sounding amazed by Ali's performance.

"You, my friend, are a Master of the fucking obvious." Ali stated, drawing out the sentence to make sure they heard each and every syllable. Her strong English accent ring clear a whistle as she spoke.

"Easy tiger. It's not very often I dish out compliments." The voice chuckled. 

"What's a Northside Princess such as yourself, doing in a jail cell anyway? Shouldn't you be dancing the night away with Prince Charming?" The moment Ali heard those words she knew exactly who was talking.

"Oh god! I should've known it was you. Aren't you supposed to be doing some weird boy scouts initiation for Jug?" Ali groaned turning on her side to try and get comfortable.

"Got caught fighting after initiation." Sweet Pea replied nonchalantly.

"Well that was stupid. What did the guy do to warrant that?" Ali asked still trying to get comfortable but failing miserably with the pillow.

"He was disrespectful to a friend and then accused me of going soft. So, I proved him wrong. What's got you all riled up anyway?" Sweet Pea asked moving to lean against the bars separating the two cells.

"But you are soft. I can't see why Fangs would require a marshmallow to stand up for him." Ali answered, her voice deep and croaky from all the screaming she had done earlier. Making it worse as she sat up to try to mould her pillow into some form of comfortable shape.

"It wasn't Fangs I was defending and I'm not soft." Sweet Pea replied shortly watching as the girl struggled to get comfortable. "You haven't answered my question."

"Oh please, you're softer than puppies. Also, Toni can fight her own battles. So, why'd you step in?" Ali snorted slumping back against the wall finally giving up all hope of ever getting any sleep.

"Try this and answer the question Princess." Sweet Pea instructed taking off his Serpent jacket and folding it up before passing it through the bars of his cell to Ali. Ali gave the boy a confused look but accepted the jacket without hesitation after a stern glare from Sweet Pea.

"One of Veronicas old New York pals, Nick St. Clair, drugged my best friend and tried having his way with her. We got there just in time to stop it but barely." Ali reported emotionlessly. Lying back down using the perfectly folded jacket as a pillow, which was considerably comfier than the actual pillow. Sweet Pea could sense there was something behind her lack of emotions. Something about her body language and the way she spoke told him she was hiding something. Not from him, from herself. 

"Do you want the pillow? Its a piece of crap but its the least I can do." Ali offered pushing the pillow through the bars as she spoke. Sweet Pea nodded in thanks folding up the pillow and getting comfortable on the floor along the partitioning bars.

"Sounds like that Nick guy is a piece of work. You get any good hits in before they hauled your ass here?" Sweet Pea asked staring up at the ceiling, his eyes half shut.

"Not enough." Ali yawned, rapidly dropping off to sleep. A blanket of warmth wrapped around her as she inhaled the sweet scent of engine oil, leather and liquor from the jacket beneath her tired head. 

"Good night Princess." Sweet Pea muttered before closing his eyes and allowing himself to drift off to sleep.

[magicdepressive-blog]

Meet The Harveys

NWI native and Chicago resident Charlie Evans wants to introduce you to his one man band The Harveys, whose debut album, after over a year in the making, is nearing the completion stage. As Evans labors through the finishing touches of the LP and prepares it for public release, he sits down with me to talk about the project and tells us what we can expect from his esoteric alter-ego.

HW: You're getting ready to release your first LP; a collection of songs you're putting out under the name The Harveys. But essentially The Harveys is just you. What made you decide to release music as a fictional collective rather than under your own name?

CE: The Harveys isn't a real band right now, so the idea that it can be locked into only one thing doesn't appeal to me since I don't have to fight other people to have it be whatever it needs to be. I’ve never been comfortable with the idea of existing as a solo act. I feel like the idea of the Harveys started as a crutch of being afraid to do this on my own. For whatever reason, the idea of having a fictional band made it seem like a more viable project in my head, and more approachable as something to present out to the world.

HW: But you're not literally the only player on the record. Who else appears on the album, and in what capacity?

CE:  One song is an old one that was written as a group by Patrick Biancardi, Sam Evans, and myself....

HW: Right...that's Werewolf Teacher, isn't it? That's a great song and I remember you telling me that it has its origins in your time as a member of (now defunct Region band) Greenstone.

CE: Greenstone was a great time as a band, and helped form a lot of the stuff that I wrote and created on this album. When I began working on recording I wanted to get an old song down that we had never had the chance to properly record. It was a great point to learn how to use recording software and to test the viability of the fictional band project. A lot of the music I wrote afterwards feels similar in some ways to what we were working on with that project, but definitely is a different animal. Not writing in collaboration with other people or having to compromise things is both a blessing and a curse.

HW: Who are some of the other people who pitched in to help make this LP?

CE: Alex Akers contributed trumpet to I Sit Differently at the Piano. I met Alex while I was working for New Oberpfalz brewery, and we struck up conversation pretty naturally. I had completed about half of the the track, adding in the vocal snippet and guitar, but I felt that guitar all the way through would be frankly boring. I basically asked Alex if he wanted to add trumpet to a weird track that I had made and sent it over. About a week later he sent me his layered tracks and it was amazing! My primary instrument is the electric guitar, so it's always really awesome to work with other instrumentalists that can bring a completely different feel to a track. That song wouldn't work without Alex's contribution. Jake Egli plays the keyboards on The Somnambulist and helped me mix and master the record along with production work.

I'm definitely open to the idea of adding a more collaborative element to The Harveys. I would love to be able to flesh it out into a full band setting. I think a lot of these songs would translate pretty well to a live setting, and there's lots of song ideas in reserve. There's always ego involved in adding other people to a band, but I enjoy the collaborative aspect of writing music a lot. Sometimes it's okay to come in with an idea and see how it gets morphed into something completely new, original, and different that way.

HW: Having grown up as an aspiring musician in NWI and now living in Chicago, can you compare the two locales where musical heritage is concerned?

CE: I would say that both have a lot in common with each other, with Chicago getting the edge of diversity simply through pure numbers. Not unlike most other suburbs of Chicago, NWI filters a lot of its musical identity from Chicago, which I think is great. The Chicagoland area has an abundance of amazing music that doesn't always get the attention it deserves on the national stage.

HW: You recorded this LP at home on your computer. Were there any technical limitations that you encountered while making the record that, had you been in a studio, you might not have had to deal with?

CE: I think the biggest hurdle for doing all recording on my own is that my ear wasn't as trained, especially in the beginning, at what was good and what was bad. I improved rapidly, but especially early on I think that having a 2nd set of ears to hear everything is very helpful.

HW: Why did you decide to release a physical LP and how do you plan to market it? What streaming formats will you be utilizing?

CE: I love the idea and the ritual of vinyl...placing the vinyl on the turntable, setting it to the right speed, and letting the needle hit the record. There’s an art to creating a track list and an album that flows correctly from side to side. I think the best records still work with that duality; breaking it down into two shorter playlists and making sure those statements stand on their own and complement each other. That being said, I think the songs stand on their own, so I don’t mind pushing it to streaming as well where the majority of people (myself included) discover their music. I’m planning on releasing The Harveys on all major streaming services. The LP version of the album will be funded through a Kickstarter.

What I like about the idea of a vinyl release and giving yourself those limitations is that it really forces you to look at how songs flow as a cohesive unit. Balancing the amount of time you can put on a side along with making sure that each track is keeping the listener along for the ride is so important. Additionally, the 2 side nature of vinyl makes you look at it as a mini suite for each side. My process was mostly trying to balance all of these things to make the strongest single unit of an album. Sifting through all the songs I had written to put together what I feel is a cohesive album was a bit difficult at first, there’s definitely enough material left off to have an extra EP in the future or work towards another album. For me, I think the unifying threads that make this album stand as a whole are some of the themes touched on like growing up and the somewhat lonely existence that adulthood can be. There’s plenty of humor on the record, though, as well, which I feel is always needed. I don’t trust people who are too serious about everything. There's a lot of genre exploration that I wasn't able to make work cohesively on this record that could definitely fit in better on a slightly different project. I would love to create a great medley style suite, ala Abbey Road. I'd love to do something soaring, epic, and heartfelt like that.

HW: There are very few recording artists who so confidently pull off such a varied palette as what you've proven capable of on this LP; some that come to mind as exceptions are Ween and Captain Beefheart and Zappa and Guided By Voices. Were any of those artists a lighthouse for you while you were crafting these songs?

CE: All those bands and artists are huge influences, Ween in particular. Reading and getting into Ween was a huge part of what made me finally get off my butt and start making music again. The independent spirit that drove each of these artists to create despite not necessarily having the big push of a label was a huge inspiration. Learning about Ween using a drum machine and writing silly songs and just generally not caring what other people thought of them was a liberating idea, and also made my excuses for why I wasn’t doing anything seem like just that: excuses.

HW: Speaking of tracks that DIDN'T make the record, Feed Me, Human is one of your standout songs and I feel like it exists in a world of its own stylistically; some kind of avant garde heavy metal oddity...definitely something I haven't heard before. Is metal a big part of your musical tastes, and if so what can you tell me about this track? It sort of skirts a strange territory that's both playful and sinister.

CE: I love metal! Metal as a genre is so tongue in cheek, and I love that about it. I never trust any metal band that takes themselves 100% seriously. I remember reading a story that Adam Jones from Tool told about how when he met Buzz Osbourne from the Melvins he told him that Boris was his favorite song and was a foundation for a lot of how he built his songwriting and sound, and Buzz responded something along the lines of, "Thanks, it's about my cat." Metal is so great because it can occupy both territories of sinister and silly.

HW: Let's focus on what did make the album. Metropolitan Malaise is unabashed power pop exuberance; Hydration is Key is a blissed out, psychedelic signal from another galaxy. You cover Big Star's 1972 acoustic masterpiece 13, and then there's the aforementioned I Sit Differently at the Piano; four minutes of Badalementi-esque guitar and trumpet noodling atop which sits a bizarre sampling of an interview with a mental patient from the early 60s. The Funkalator struts and swaggers with ballsy, bell bottomed moxie, and Werewolf Teacher is textbook singer-songwriter gold. And that's just HALF the album. But maybe the standout track here is The Somnambulist, a disarming number that begins with a tribal, measured acoustic bounce before exploding into a veritable roman candle of life-affirming guitar-fueled adrenaline.

CE: I'm particularly proud of The Somnambulist. It has the most overdubs of any track, and took me the longest to assemble out of any of them. I'm particularly proud of my vocal performance, which incubated in my head for a pretty long time, and took even longer to build up the ability to properly sing. It's the classic rock track I always wanted to write.

HW: What's your writing process like? What do you find is the most challenging part of the formula?

CE: Wake up, make some coffee pick up my guitar and start playing something...pulling up Garageband and a virtual drummer and see if I can get anything useful out of it. Record it, and see if there’s enough there to develop. Sometimes there's something good there for a full song, sometimes there isn't. I built a lot of songs on the fly, and would do multiple takes of things to see what worked or didn’t work. Having a good feedback network of people to send songs to certainly helped as well to guide the directions that were working and not working in the music. I think the most challenging thing for me with this project was not really working with other musicians to create. If I wanted to finish the song, it was on me!  

HW: I really appreciate you taking the time to offer a little insight into what we can expect from The Harveys. I really think you've assembled a great collection of songs and I'm really looking forward to the vinyl.

CE: I think the biggest thing I’m hoping to offer is a bit of a blast of nostalgia that isn’t hopefully too derivative. Power pop and dad rock have reached the level of being uncool, but I still love making it. I’m hoping that I can bring some uncool music to people and hopefully get them to dig into the same things I love too.  I was talking with Jake while we were mixing and mastering and we both said waiting for lightning to strike will involve you mostly waiting. It’ll happen, and does happen, but you have to work at it no matter what.

-End-

The debut LP from The Harveys will be available soon pending a Kickstarter. Please stay tuned to Charlie's Facebook page for more info and show your support for this gifted musician. You can stream the unmixed demo of Metropolitan Malaise on Bandcamp here:

https://theharveysarentreal.bandcamp.com/track/metropolitan-malaise

Album art by Grace Calderone, 2019. Bar photos by Harvey Woodlawn, 2018.

[evillovelust666]

Fictional World Role Play: “Meeting Valentino & Vox Part.2″

At the Top Villains Hotel I was working out in the training simulating room when I've been inform by my Master Angel Dust that his boss and Vox wants to finally see me as I enter the Porn Studio I see him lounging at the bar

me: "There he is the Overlord of Lust Valentino" 

me speaking in thought: "Angel Dust said they wanted to meet me he told me a lot about him better be careful and not let my guard down" 

I walk up to him tapping his side with my paw I ask 

me: "Um excuse me Valentino?"

he looked down and saw me his thoughts of seeing me in my animal form is attractive he grins evilly 

Valentino: "Well hello there, Stacy"

he leans down and hold my paw placing a kiss on top of it which caught me by surprise blushing 

Valentino: "Angel Cakes told me about you why don't we go somewhere private so we can get better acquainted?" 

sinister chuckle we walk toward the end of the hallway

me speaking in thought: “Remember Stacy, don’t show them the memory orb or they’ll know were Angel Dust is of the Top Villains Hotel that will never happen!” there at the door with a gold star written V.I.P he open the door inside there’s a love seat couch a stripper pole a digital boom box and a mini bar and there’s Vox sitting on the chair of the mini bar Valentino: “Oh Voxxy she’s here” he turn to look and sees me in my animal form he grin evilly got up and walk towards me Vox: “Mmmm you look so cute” he chuckle and lean down hold my paw placing a kiss on it I blush again at this me speaking in thought: “His top hat feels like a Black Hat vibe” he smile enjoying my reaction Vox: “Have a seat” I nodded walk and jump up on the love seat couch then Valentino ask me a question Valentino: “Would you care for a drink Stacy?” me: “Uh yeah sure thanks” the vibe in the room feels exotic he grab a drink from the bar then ask Vox to come and help him as I watch them prepare the drink as Valentino finish pouring the drink he and Vox pull up their sleeves and Valentino pull out a knife and slit his wrist Vox did the same thing as their blood go inside the drink my eyes changed and I was holding in the urge my claws almost sticking out and my teeth began to bare after smelling their blood but I calm myself and my eyes were back to normal they both walk to the love seat and Valentino place the drink in front of me with him and Vox sitting on each side in-between me I use my telekinesis to levitate the glass slowly drinking it they both were grinning darkly as their plan is going perfectly Valentino: “So, Angel Cakes told me that you’re a sex slave” he chuckle I almost choke on my drink blushing I levitated the glass back at the bar so I can answer me: “Yes I am” me speaking in thought: “They didn’t ask about my memory orb so far that’s good” Vox: “And Angel told us you got a porn website EvilLove.Lust right?” me: “Yes I’m the webmaster and as the sex slave I pleasure all my masters in individual videos the watchers had to put in their credit card number in order to watch them with many views they’re able to make that much of money” Vox: “We couldn’t watch them even I tried to hack it but to no avail care to tell us?” me: “Sorry I can’t tell you this is business for my masters as they got it made getting all the money that’s all that matters” Valentino smile sickly and ask another question Valentino: “With no other choice we had to put money in the site and I must say your performance with your masters is very impressive and the money your making is almost like your putting me out of business” I thought he is pissed but he looks calm its disturbing I had to explain this so he doesn’t take it the wrong way me: “I had no intention of destroying your business if it makes you feel better here’s the money from the website you paid” with my magic I summon six bags containing all the money with some gold just for extras he’s impress seeing all the money and gold to make up for it Valentino: “Mmmm how generous of you there’s no hard feelings just wanted to ask you another question” me: “And what is it?” Valentino: “What is my Angel Cakes doing in your videos?” he chuckle darkly knowing this I stand my ground me: “He happens to be one of my master don’t be mad at him he didn’t do anything wrong I’m sure he gave you the money and he’s still doing business here but let me make this clear…” I jump off the love seat couch backwards and summon the kunai dagger wrap around my tail posing in a scorpion attack stance me: “If any of you dare insult my masters or threating them I will not hesitate without a fight!!!!” they both stare at each other and then burst out laughing hysterically I’m scare this is disturbing Valentino: “You got devotion I like that don’t worry we won’t do any of the sort to your masters you have our word” they both smile evilly and Valentino patting the love seat couch for me to come back I put away my weapon and went back to the love seat couch Vox: “So, how did you met Angel Dust?” I blush and reply me: “I came down to hell to do business passing out the Black Hat Organization cards when I was done he came up to me and…” my heart beating fast from first encountering Angel Dust Valentino began to lean up to me while Vox did the same they were both getting too close Valentino: “He restrain you and began kissing your delicious mouth” Vox: “With his seductive tongue” they both laugh quietly and were both breathing down my neck gently biting and licking my lioness ears I moan and try to stop but it felt so good me: “Yes that’s how we meet ahhh” Vox: “Oooo your moan sounds so sweet daddy likes it” I cringe and told them me: “Please don’t say that word I really really hate it!” Valentino: “But why? all of my workers enjoy that word when I say it” me: “Well for me it makes me feel uncomfortable” (note: especially those nightmares insert angry emoji😡👿🤬) me: “I rather call you something else like boss or..” Valentino: “Your masters” they both chuckle and continue touching me until they both stop it was all a tease and my body was getting arouse from this Valentino: “How would you like to work here in the Porn Studio? I’ll give you money, jewels whatever your heart desire” he chuckle tempting me but I had to decline his offer I’m aware of what will happen if I make a deal with them me: “Sorry but I don’t need to make money for myself I never ask them of anything or what I want serving my masters being their tool and being useful to them is all that matters and I’m thankful for that”   Valentino calmly accept and continue with the conversation me: “And besides I don’t want to give my body to anyone I give my body only to those who are worthy with their dark intentions and they’re hot and seductive…” as I blush at what I said Vox and Valentino look at each other with a sinister grin they got an idea for when the time’s right Valentino: “So, beside Angel Dust who else is your masters since you came to hell?” me: “Well, there’s Sir Pentious, Blitz and Moxxie who own a business of I.M.P and Alastor” Vox’s screen glitch at the mention of that name Vox: “WHY IS THAT RADIO BASTARD YOUR MASTER?!?!?!” like before I stand my ground and told him me: “He’s interesting knowing his life history from New Orleans, his dark murdering intentions and he’s charming and hot” I blush at the last word Vox still reluctant of my choice of masters me: “And if you don’t like it tough shit!” Vox then calm down after Valentino put his hand on Vox’s lap he knows that there’s no arguing of my choice of my masters still stands Vox:“ Well since you won’t work here how about a deal?” me: “I’m aware of making deals with Overlords like you but whatever the deal is your not taking my soul it’s already own by the Top Villains and Villainy & Evil” Vox: “Oh don’t worry there’s no deal I assure you just an offer I know you can’t refuse” me: “What’s the offer?” Vox: “You come over to the Porn Studio to pleasure us anytime” I quietly gasp and Valentino finish the sentence Valentino: “Trust us you’ll have a wonderful time hanging out with two Seductive Overlords” I was being lure in I know that I can’t resist the lust me: “Ok I’ll do that but that doesn’t mean your in the Top Villains” they agree and both put their hands out me: “Uh no no deals I pleasure you as your sex slave but that’s it” they retreated their hands and were satisfied that I accept their offer starting now Vox: “Hey can you turn into your human form? we love to see how you perform on the stripper pole over there” he chuckle Valentino: “And can you summon your outfits while you transform? we would love to see what you wear” he lick his lips hungrily with lust me: “Sure I can do that” so I got off the love seat and began to transform in my Sakura Akamatsu human form with my outfit a revealing Blue Dream Fusion Sharki Belly Dance outfit with some of my skin expose their eyes glow of lust and smile twistedly as I made my way to the stripper pole Vox was about to play the music I stop him me: “With all due respect Vox can I put on song that I know you’ll both like?” Vox: “Sure I don’t mind” he went back to the love seat with Valentino and I use my magic to summon a song (note: Coffee Arabian Dance - The Nutcracker Suite) as I start moving and climbing the stripper pole spinning and display kicks they both evilly grin and they begin their plan Vox lower the lights and Valentino lights up his cigarette with both their twisted smiles glowing in the dark the red smoke slither its way to me slowly wrapping like going around my body I was slowly started to feel aroused again and I look to see Valentino and Vox grinning with dark and evil intentions suddenly I accidently sniff some of the red smoke making me blush me speaking in thought: “That smell is that what Angel Dust was chained down to? no wonder its addictive” but there’s more beside the red smoke that’s making me arouse the drink from Valentino and Vox’s blood is starting to effect me making me more horny I started breathing and my body is starting to feel hot Valentino and Vox got off the love seat and made their way towards me grinding up against me on each side Valentino: “Were going to have so much fun with you our lovely sex slave” he evilly laugh I tried to fight it but my body is under their spell as they started taking my belly dance dress off exposing my breasts and private area they turn my head on the right is Valentino kissing me I moan as his tongue explore my mouth and with a string of saliva then turn my head to the left Vox began kissing my mouth too both of them groping my breasts and Vox slither his hand down to my private area and Valentino slither his fingers to my ass putting two fingers in it I gently moan as I felt that they both chuckle darkly and continue Vox stop kissing leaving another string of saliva they were leaving hickies and bite marks as my body was about to collapse from their touch Valentino picked me up bridal style and carry me to the love seat with Vox pressing the remote and the loveseat couch turns into a queen size bed and a big one at that Valentino gently put me on the bed as they both began to undress themselves showing their hot good looks I blush seeing them naked while my body tremble in lust Vox: “Oh look she’s blushing” Valentino: “How adorable seeing us seductive and hot makes her feel arouse” they both laugh and got up on the bed with both their dicks expose I was moaning seeing that they both look at me and evilly both did a come here sign with their fingers I crawl to them and began to pleasure them first I kiss Valentino’s head dick and then Vox’s and began sucking them and messaging the other going back and forth I look at them as I continuing sucking each dick they both growl and purr at this Valentino: “Ah fuck just like that you’re such a good sex slave" Vox: “Mmmm she’s doing both she doesn’t want any of us to get jealous how sweet” as I continuing sucking they both came Vox’s cum went into my mouth while Valentino’s came on my chest I stop to take a breath and they were both panting Valentino: “Good girl now you get a reward from the both of us” with four arms holding me and placing me down on the bed they crawl to my body and began licking and sucking from my breasts and making their way to my private area me: “Ahhh please not there” they both smile evilly enjoying my plea while Valentino put his tongue in my private area Vox lift my legs and place love bites on them my leg jolt at this feeling me: “It hurts but damn it this feels so good” Vox chuckle and continue biting my legs then when Valentino is done pulling his tongue out with a string of my cum his four arms lift my body to turn me around standing on all fours Vox was underneath me and began putting his tongue in my private area and Valentino sucking my butt licking it and biting one on my butt cheeks me: “Ahhhh mmmmm yada (saying no in japanese) they took turns switching back and forth enjoying every part of me Vox: "Mmmmmm delicious your really enjoying this are you Stacy?” I was panting my face all red and nodded Valentino: “Well now you know what comes next” he laugh I position myself for what comes next I’m on top of Valentino as he put his dick in my private area while Vox put his in my butt and they’re both fucking me moaning and panting at this ecstasy me: “AHH AHH fuck mmmmm!” when they both came they change places and continue fucking me Valentino: “Fuck mmmmmm you feel so good Stacy!” Vox: “Yes ahhh her pussy feels so good!” we were all at our climax when they both ask me while fucking Valentino: “Tell us who’s your boss? me or Vox?” I was over the limit my body exhilarating from all the lust Vox: “Tell us Stacy who is it?” me: “It’s both of you! I want to pleasure both of you!” they both laugh hysterically pleased with my answer me: “I’m cumming! I’m cumming! please spill them all over and inside me my Seductive Overlords!” there we all moan at the same time as we all came their cum all over me and they were both cover in sweat we all took a breather as we all lay back on the bed while I’m in the middle Vox and Valentino were on each side Valentino: “That was intoxicating your body is perfect for me and Voxxy to play with” he grin as I look at Valentino and Vox I tried to stay awake and needed to get up but I was stop by Valentino and Vox with each of their hands holding both my wrist they smile twistedly Vox: “Your not going anywhere you look tired why don’t you rest here?” with no other choice I nodded and agreed to stay with them they both gently pull me back to bed and they both french kiss me with Valentino’s lit cigarette the red smoke slither again around me and put me to sleep they both look at each other and grin evilly then look back at my sleeping form cover in bites and hickies Valentino: “Sleep well Baby Cakes” Vox: “Rest Scare Kitten” the next day at the Porn Studio Valentino and Vox got up get dress for today’s business leaving me alone in the V.I.P room then out of the corner a shadow snuck in and saw me in my sleeping form it was Alastor’s shadow as it was about to leave it heard me saying something the shadow turn and look to see what I was saying it seems I’m talking in my sleep me: “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Gomen ne, Gomen ne, Gomen ne Alastor” with my arm covering my eyes trying not to cry the shadow frown seeing me regretting at what just happen then went back to his master to inform what happen I woke up panting looking around seems I slept in the V.I.P room me: “Oh man Alastor is going to be so pissed that I slept with his enemy and worst” I was shaking quivering at what Alastor will do to punish me but before I head back to the Top Villains Hotel I figure I take a shower first I walk out of the room and to my luck there’s a bathroom and inside there’s a shower stall I summon my soap and shampoo and clean myself with while using the shower hose (note: this scene inspire from Mitsu x Mitsu Drops Honey x Honey Drops episode 1) me: “I hope Alastor doesn’t take this seriously they wanted me to pleasure them they’re not my masters there’s no way in hell they’ll get a place in the Top Villains Hotel NO FUCKING CHANCE!!!” then I heard the shower stall open and there is Angel Dust smugly grinning and naked me: “Angel! I’m sorry I didn’t know you needed the shower I’m almost done” he walk in and put all four arms cornering me against the wall Angel Dust: “So Stacy did you enjoy the lust of the two v’s?” staring at me still smiling I blush embarrassed I admitted me: "Y Yes they’re both seductive its hard to resist but I didn’t make a deal with them they gave me an offer of just pleasuring them no one else in the Porn Studio” Angel Dust: “That’s good but that’s not the only reason” he began touching me and slither his fourth hand into my private area while his upper two hands groping and teasing both my breasts me: “Mmmm Angel stop I’m just getting clean I need to head back to the Top Villains Hotel aahhh…” Angel Dust: “That can wait I’m hungry for you” then he deep kiss me causing me to drop the shower hose (note: after giving Angel Dust the money) I’m back at the Top Villains Hotel making my way to Alastor’s suite I hesitate nervously but I had to do this I knock at the door and then it open on its own scared but I walk in and there he is sitting in his chair and look at me with his smile but he’s quiet so I speak

me: “Look I wanted to say I’m sorry I did met Valentino and your enemy and things got all heated I can’t help it the lust is addictive but I didn’t made a deal with them I swear and if you want you can punish me you have every right for my action I accept the consequence” I knell down on both my knees bowing down waiting for the inflict but nothing happen then I look up he’s in front of me his smile ever so evilly Alastor: “Don’t fret my dear my shadow has told me everything” me: “But I deserve the pain aren’t you mad at me for that?” Alastor: “What’s there to be mad about? your just a plaything to my enemy but I’m fine with that you haven’t done anything bad to betray me now…” he lean down placing each kiss from my head to my cheeks and then holding my hand placing a kiss on top of it he grin twistedly his eyes glowing red he look at me with hunger and lust Alastor: “Come here darling, and let master show you how it’s done” he chuckle darkly then pull me up still holding my hand then with a snap of his other finger the room went dark