#Why am I giving my OCs eventful and busy lives but I'm not doing that for me??

[betterthanburrow]

F1 Lucky Charm - Instagram AU

(Bengals Quarterback! Joe Burrow x F1 Content Creator! OC)

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yourinstagram: And that's a WRAP on the Singapore GP! 🏎️✨ i will always be grateful for the opportunities that are presented to me by @.F1 ❣️

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awansauce: this was such a fun weekend! it was so good to see you (and Joe) again after so long apart!

↳ yourinstagram: it was so good to see you too!

yourdad: i’m so proud of you princess! you did an amazing job on TV! i love you ❤️

↳ yourinstagram: aww… thank you dad! i love you too!

F1: our Lucky Charm!

joeyb_9: from now on… everytime you travel to Singapore for your work, i’m coming along with you!

↳ yourinstagram: i don’t know if the NFL and the Bengals would like that idea… the football fans need to see their star quarterback on the football field!

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BurrowUpdates: Joe Burrow’s Instagram Stories

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username1: aww wait… i didn’t know that Joe was in Singapore with Y/N to support her at the F1 event!

username2: Y/N and Joe have had a lot of busy weeks lately since F1 Grand Prix events and NFL season has started… i hope they’re able to get rest, because i would not be able to handle their schedules.

username3: GET THOSE FEET OFF THE SEAT @.JOEYB_9 i can’t believe this is Y/N’s man.

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joeyb_9: Everyone has a responsibility to do good. I'm accepting my role in that effort and am excited to launch the Joe Burrow Foundation @.burrowfoundation with my family. Please see link in bio for more information

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mamaburrow: i’m so happy to be apart of this foundation! … i’m so proud of the little boy that i raised!

Bengals: we love our Quarterback!

yourinstagram: i’m so proud of you ❣️

↳ joeyb_9: i couldn’t have done it without all of your support… so in reality, i should be thanking you!

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Bengals: As Nelly says, "It's getting hot in here" 🥵

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joeyb_9: we’re a good lookin’ group of football players!

NFL: 🔥🔥🔥

yourinstagram: who’s the first man in the video?!

↳ Bengals: everyone knows who the first man is, especially you… don’t try to fool us!

lahjay10_: why didn’t i make it into this video?!

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yourinstagram: angel bliss ✨

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joeyb_9: the prettiest angel 🤍

↳ yourinstagram: you have a football game tonight that you need to prepare for Mr. Lover Boy ❣️

username1: are you at the football game tonight?!

↳ yourinstagram: unfortunately i couldn’t go tonight because i have some work to do from home… hopefully i’ll be able to attend the next Bengals game that will be happening in Cincinnati

↳ username2: the way that Joe has attended so many of Y/N’s F1 events but Y/N can’t even attend a football game that is happening in the city that she lives in… all the other NFL WAGS are much more supportive of their partners than Y/N is.

↳ yourinstagram: Joe and i don’t measure out love for each other by how many events we attend for one-another… there are times where he can’t attend my work events and i will never hold that against him just like there are times where i can’t attend his football games and he’ll never hold that against me. As much as there are times where i wish that i could drop everything i’ve put hard work into just to attend one of his football games and only be know to the public as the girlfriend of a football player, i worked too hard for too many years just to give everything up for a man. there are many more football games that will be happening this season in Cincinnati that i will be able to attend in the future; i’ll be watching the game from home while working, and i’ll be rooting for the Bengals to win, and i’ll be loving Joe the way that i’ve been loving him for many years just like if i were at the game.

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Bengals: HANG IT IN THE LOUVRE 🖼️

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yourdad: the score was close by the end… even though y’all didn’t win, this was a good game to watch!

yourinstagram: win or lose… the Bengals are still one of the best football teams in the NFL business ❣️

sam_hubbard: the only reason we lost the game is because Joey’s F1 lucky charm wasn’t at the game.

↳ yourinstagram: it’s not surprising to see a man blame the loss of the game on a woman 😑

joeyb_9: we’ll win over those nasty Ravens next time.

Author’s Note:

this is definitely one of my favorite Instagram AUs that i have written… so many of the F1 Instagram AUs that have been published onto Tumblr have inspired my Instagram AUs!

if you have any requests for an Instagram AU, please inbox me your request and i’ll try to get the Instagram AU published as soon as i can!

thank you for all the love and support! 🤍

[aectpen]

STRAWBERRY ✯ 𝙕𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝘼𝙊!

m.list

synopsis: 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥

pairing: Zhang Hao of ZB1 and fem!oc

status: ongoing

chapter 6: fate

hao was knee deep in idol life. it was like there was an event every second for them to attend. even when he did have some free time to go out, there were certain fans interrupting his peace. he didn't leave the dorm as much if it wasn't for a schedule. 

rina continued her regular somber life. if she wasn't working a shift at the convenience store, she was either hanging out with haemin or laying around doing nothing. her shifts became increasingly more boring without hao's regular visits with the promise of a fun night. she thought of texting him about his whereabouts, but she knew how hard it was to be an idol. she felt like it'd be insensitive to ask for his time when he has so little. 

despite this, she still would send him good night texts as usual. receiving late responses and apologies alongside them. she tried not to take it to heart since she knew he was genuinely busy.

 we haven't even known each other for long, why would i feel hurt by this?

ever since she got closer to hao, she slowly began to suppress her feelings for him. sure, she did like him before she knew he was also someone she would become fan of. but, she thought someone like him would never go for her, so what's the point of continuing having a crush on him?

she liked to think the scarce responses wouldn't make her feel bad, but they did. she beat herself up about the fact that she even liked him in the first place. was there even a point of trying to get close again?

rina was spending the day with haemin walking around the city.

"what is wrong with you?" haemin nudged rina. she had noticed her off behavior the past few weeks. she seemed more monotone and less lively.

"what do you mean?" rina hadn't noticed just how different she was acting. she was becoming bored of living the same day on loop. she  met someone new that made her look forward to things she would otherwise, but he wasn't there anymore. "i was just zoning out."

"come on, let's do something fun. how about bowling." haemin pulled rina's arm towards a nearby bowling alley. she didn't protest it, after all she did enjoy bowling. rina was the most grateful for haemin. if it weren't for her, rina would probably be a mess. they had been the best of friends since middle school. if there was anyone that would always have her back, it would be haemin.

they played several rounds of bowling and had all types of foods. "are you not embarrassed that i'm so much better than you?" haemin bragged.

"i don't know if you hit your head, but i quite literally beat you." 

"well i'm the winner in my heart." 

rina dismissed herself to the bathroom to wash her hands. there was a narrow hallway that led to the bathrooms. she could see the figure of someone in the distance so she pulled out her phone, pretending to use her phone while only on the weather app. while not paying attention to what's ahead of her, she bumped into the person, her phone falling out of her hand in the process. 

"sorry!" she looked up. "hao?"

"rina!" a smile immediately spreading across his face.

"wow, i didn't think i'd see your face again." rina joked.

"i'm sorry, i was so busy, i should've updated you more. i hope you're doing well." 

"no, you don't have to apologize. i understand you're busy. i mean, it's not like you have to spend time with me anyway." rina shrugged, but on the inside she felt like her body was on fire.

"but i want to spend time with you." the burning sensation in her body was quickly replaced by butterflies in her stomach. "we should catch up my next free day."

that one sentence made her stomach do somersaults and he only casually stood there like he didn't just almost give her a heart attack. "well you know where i am on most nights."

"i will definitely be paying you visits again." he smiled. "i'm missing the strawberry ice cream."

"we could always have our ice cream dates." rina mentally slapped herself. she did not mean to say dates, well at least not out loud. "i mean hang outs." she tried to laugh it off.

"no, i like the sound of ice cream dates better."

footsteps quickly approached the two standing in the middle of the hallway.

"is this her?" yujin asked warranting a hush from hanbin.

so he talks about me

"wait, i remember you!" hanbin recalled her name and face from their last fansign.

she didn't know how to act around them, so she awkwardly swung her arms and forced a polite smile.

"you don't say!" she tried her best not to sound sarcastic, but her awkward smile made it sound extremely sarcastic.

"your.. your phone." gyuvin pointed down at her feet. there was the hao photocard in all it's glory sitting in the back of her phone case. as if the situation couldn't get anymore awkward. she quickly shoved it in her pocket. "thanks."

"well!" hao tried to wrap up the interaction.

"rina, what's taking you so long?" the sound of haemin's foot steps grew closer.

"just a minute!" rina scratched her head. "well it was nice to meet you, bye!" she practically ran off.

"i swear she doesn't usually act like that." hao started.

"i think there's more pressing issues. you didn't mention that she was a fan." hanbin whisper-shouted.

"eh, it's complicated." hao shrugged. 

"rina, you won't believe what i heard." haemin began collecting their belongings.

"and what is that?"

"that girl over there told me she saw jebewon. it must be fate at this point." rina could hear the smile in her voice without even facing her.

"yeah, i'm starting to think that too."

what were the odds of her not seeing hao for such a long time, but bumping into him merely by chance? he's not an average joe. maybe it really was fate. the way he spoke to her tonight made her think that maybe her feelings for him were actually valid. that she wasn't just a delusional fan. maybe he did like her back after all.

[cjcraziness]

FE OC Week - Day 5/6 - Joy/Supports @fe-oc-week

I'm a bit behind but I will get there eventually.

Name: Regulus

Other Details:

Regulus has Supports with 10 individuals, many having different focuses from explaining parts of his personality and upbringing to questioning his ideals and beliefs. His prejudice shows up more than once, he is a flawed being but he learns that his conduct and thoughts are wrong (if this is triggering in any way skip any support that means prejudice in its summery).

There are also more tame ones where he makes friends and does hobbies. These supports would be where Regulus finds most of his joy doing things he loves with those he appreciates or well loves.

As a character, Regulus is neurodivergent coded, he hyper-focuses, has fixations and often struggles with things and I hope throughout his supports this would be noticed or addressed and others learn this part about him.

Supports

Alear

Focus - Regulus’ convoluted plans and obsession with schedules. How they can sometimes be a hindrance and that to live in the moment. Alear learns why they are so important to him and they find a compromise.

(Below is the wake up events so I have done them instead of support dialogue)

Lindon

Focus – Shared love of magic and experiments. Accidents happen. Lindon acts as a fatherly figure and explains things about this life and that Regulus reminds him of his children.

Lindon: "Let’s say we go back to the drawing board. Maybe a new hypothesis... Green didn’t work. How about pink, my boy?"

Regulus: "If anyone asks... I was in the Ring Room this afternoon. I certainly was not helping you try to change the colour of Elthunder... Or setting two trees on fire in the process."

L: "I won’t say a word if you don’t, young Regulus."

(Vandar chasing after them in the background)

R: "My Father never accepted the magic part of me... I don't know what he would say if he saw me now..."

L: "He would see a great Mage in the making... And if he wasn't proud of that fact then he is a fool."

Ivy

Focus – Sharing opinions on Elusia, Sombron and King Hyacinth. Regulus giving his unwavering loyalty to Ivy and Elusia once the War is over.

Regulus: (talking very fast) "Princess Ivy. Princess Ivy... I am so happy and proud you are here with us. That the crown Princess dines to battle with such commoners and with rival nations. I got to fight by your side in the last battle. I cannot believe it..."

Ivy: "Regulus! It is Regulus, correct? I may be a Princess but in this Army I am just another soldier fighting this war. There are other Royalty amongst us."

R: "But you are the Princess of my country. Is there anything I can do to help? Or improve your stay. I could plan out your days and-"

I: "That's enough. Please. Treat me as you would any other. When you have calmed down and prepared to do as such, you can speak to me again."

R: "Ivy, I would like to talk to you, if I may?"

I: "Yes, Regulus?"

R: "My conduct was unfitting last we spoke. So, I would like to start again. I was over-excited. But I have had time to sit and think."

I: "Oh? Then you may."

R: "I am proud to be an Elusian. To have walked the streets of the Capital... But I worry there is so little left of the soul of our country. I wanted to talk to someone about it... I'm at a loss. I thought you may understand that."

I: "Oh... That is something I deeply think about. When the War is over how much of Elusia will be left. Will I even have any subjects to try to help after all this."

R: "If I may... I would like to help you rebuild. I have skills that could be useful... I want the country that accepted me to know I will do anything to help it."

I: "Then, I will rely on your help to see Elusia into a new dawn."

Zelkov

Focus – Discussing the need to always be busy. He helps make Zelkov a hobby schedule and organises his hobby sanctum. Zelkov and Regulus learn to respect one another and hang around Zelkov's sanctum.

Regulus: "I've noticed you always keep busy, Zelkov. Your name is usually one of the most present on the chore schedules... Yet, you don't seem the most helpful of individuals. You don't do it out the Goodness of your own heart... So, why is that?"

Zelkov: "My mind never sleeps. I keep busy, least my mind wanders into *dangerous* territory."

R: "Huh... That's kind of familiar. If I don't have my plans... My thoughts can get overwhelming. But you know you should schedule in sleep. I have a feeling you don't sleep much."

Z: "Sleep doesn't come *easy* to me... Maybe I should tell you the same thing. I do not believe you *schedule* yourself enough yourself."

R: "Maybe you're right... Maybe we both need to optimise our schedules to help ourselves."

R: "This place is amazing. So many things. So much to do... It's a little overwhelming honestly."

Z: "That is a word... I've never *thought* to describe it as."

R: "But would you mind terribly if I could organise it for you? At least a little bit?"

Z: "Would you damage or throw away my things?"

R: "No. 'Course not, Zelkov. This place should be treasured. I just think it needs a system."

Z: "Would it make you *happy* to do so?"

R: "Immensely."

Z: "Then you may."

Hortensia

Focus – Telling Regulus’ need to “lighten up” and take a moment for himself to not plan. They spend an evening causing none planned trouble.

Hortensia: "Hey Regulus. Why you so obsessed with all these organising things? You can't organise every second of your life!"

Regulus: "Ah, hello Princess Hortensia... Can I help you?"

H: "Yeah, by putting down the notebooks and schedules and living a li'l. You can't have all that ruling your life."

R: "Oh... I find they give structure and are helpful to myself and others. Say, maybe I could help you use your time more efficiently?"

H: "Ugh, no. I live my life minute by minute. I don't need a plan to tell me what to do next."

Gregory

Focus – Gregory’s bad experiences of Elusia vs Regulus’ good ones and they both come to a compromise that there are good and bad things about their homeland.

Regulus: "Hey Gregory... Fellow Mage and Elusian. Look, we have so much in common. We should be friends!"

Gregory: "Ah! Ermm... Hello, Regulus... I don't really know if we do have that much in common."

R: "What? Really? I thought they were good building blocks. Do you not want to speak to me?"

G: "No, no. It's not that but you seem to like 'love' Elusia. But... It has not been kind to me. I don't think we have similar experiences, so..."

R: "Oh... If you don't mind, naybe you could tell me about the bad... And when the War is over I can help change Elusia for the better. I could tell you the good things it has done too? Maybe make you more proud of your Home."

G: "Huh... I donno. But it's worth a shot. Maybe... You could dail down the enthusiasm, it's making me a little nervous."

Citrinne

Focus – Discussion on magic and the need to always be better. Also, Brodia’s vs Elusia’s stance on magic. Regulus' experience with magic when he was younger. Regulus'' mild prejudice comes up again.

Regulus: "Competent with magic and Brodian. You must be a Noble."

Citrinne: "Yes, I am. What gave it away?"

R: "Commoners don't learn magic in Brodia. They don't get the privilege."

C: "I never thought about it that way... But I have met a few mages in the Army, so I think you may be wrong."

R: "Well, I was never given the choice when Brodia came knocking on my doorstop. I had to hide trying to learn magic. I bet you never had that problem!"

R: "Citrinne, that spell you did last battle... It was impressive. You got many out of a bad situation."

C: "Why thank you. Oh, it is you, Regulus. I thought I was just a 'privileged priss' that only got everything due to my status."

R: "Well... I can still recognise someone who has talent. I thought to give credit where credit is due."

C: "Hmm... I think we need a proper conversation. I need an apology from you and then maybe we can try this all again. If that apology is good enough I could even tell you how I came up with that spell."

R: "I... I misjudged you, Citrinne. I have noticed your insecurities in your position. That for a Brodian you feel weak. That is not true though. You are strong. And... I am so very sorry for my past words."

C: "You are much more perceptive than I thought you were. I accept your apology should you stay civil."

R: "That is all I ask."

Alcryst

Focus – Regulus' mistrust and prejudice of Brodia and it's Royal line. Alcryst helps him in a battle with the Corrupted and shows him he is just a normal person, and Regulus changes his mind.

Regulus: "Why are you trying to speak to me? Why even look at me? You’re a Prince of Brodia and I’m from a rival nation. I want nothing to do with you or your people."

Alcryst: "Oh... Sorry. I won’t look at you... Or talk, if you don't want me to. Would you rather you spoke to Diamant? He’s better at this stuff. What do you mean rival nation? I... I don’t know what you want. Sorry."

R: "Did you not hear...huh? Why are you apologising?"

A: "Because I’m obviously not good or powerful enough to be able to talk to you... So sorry. I don't meet your standards."

R: "I don’t understand you, Prince Alcryst."

R: (on the battlefield) "This is looking bad. Where did that Firenese knight go? I'm not getting out of this easily."

A: "Uh, Regulus, look out." (Shoots a Corrupted that got too close)

R: "Is that? Prince Alcryst, why are you helping me?"

A: "As you are someone in need. I did what I could, as little as that is."

R: "But I'm Elusian...?"

A: "That doesn't matter right now... We need to get out alive first."

R: (After battle) "You saved my life, Prince. I never thought a Brodian would help me."

A: "I did it as you're an ally, and you don't deserve to be killed just because you are from Elusia."

"You didn't kill my Father or invade my Home. Why would I... Well, hate you?"

R: "Because well... Wait? You don't hate me when I treated you poorly."

A: "No... I thought I must of done something to deserve it anyway."

R: "I wronged you... I am sorry, Alcryst. You didn't deserve my scorn. And you really shouldn''t sell yourself so short. That was a good shot out there. It saved my life."

A: "Oh... Thank you. It was, wasn't it?"

R: "Oh, yes. You should be proud of your skills."

Clanne

Focus– Regulus helps Clanne implement a better schedule and talks about siblings. Mainly Framme’s very disorganised lifestyle. Framme shows up in the supports.

Regulus: "I have noticed that you, Clanne, are one of the most organised people on this island. However, your twin, is frankly terrible. You are polar opposites..."

C: "Haha, yeah. She gets distracted a lot. I pick up a lot of the slack."

R: "Hmm... You shouldn’t have to. I have an idea: What if we were to say... Try improve her productivity? Experiment a little: try some new schedules, give her some different tasks and test her progress. It would be less work for you and the others."

C: "I guess it couldn’t hurt. I have been really busy since Framme forgot to do some chores yesterday."

R: "Then it’s settled. Operation: 'Improve Framme’s Productivity' starts tomorrow! It’s a working title."

Boucheron

Focus – Regulus is sent to find a lost Boucheron. They discover a shared love of reading and start a book club.

Regulus: "Ah, Boucheron. There you are. Everyone has been looking for you."

Boucheron: "Oh... Hey there, Regulus. I got lost again."

R: "But we are simply a 5 minutes walk in that direction. You can see and hear us? How did you manage to get this lost?!"

B: "I’ve just never been very good with directions. I get lost really easily. I get lost on the Somniel still."

R: "You couldn’t find yourself out of a wet paper bag, could you, poor dear? Fine. I will make you a series of maps. We can’t have you getting lost every 5 minutes."

B: "Oh... (Sniffling) this bit of the story always gets me."

R: "Hey. Don't spoil it! I haven't read it before. Let me catch up. Your crying gives it away!"

B: "Oh no. I'm spoiling your fun. But the book is really good."

R: (laughing, affectionate) "Oh, you sensitive oaf. A few tears won't spoil the story but don't announce it. I want the intrigue. The surprise."

B: "Yeah. It's nice I get to share this with you. Alfred and Etie well, they don't sit still long enough to appreciate a good story."

R: "I'll always put some time aside for a good read and company. Don't you worry."

Wake-Up Events:

C1:

“Divine One, I’ve been added to your numerous waking up assistants... Sir Vander seems to have recruited the whole Army for the task. Surely it would be easier just to have a set select few.”

“Do you not think it’s inefficient as well? Oh, you weren’t listening... Well, we can table it for now. Good morning.”

Awakened Early – “You awakened easily now... Why do you even need someone to help you? I’ll leave you to it.”

C2:

“Ah, Divine Dragon. Time is wasting, you know? I have things to do myself. Oh, do wake up already!”

“Ah, there you are. I will take my leave then... Actually, would making you an improved schedule help? I can do that for you.”

Awakened Early – “Oh. You’ve awoken early? Perfect. Now stick to it.”

B1:

Divine One, I made that schedule you wanted?! Ah, still asleep I see. Maybe we need to develop a spell or something... Maybe to zap you at the appropiate time. It would save you needing a person to awaken you each day.”

“Ah, you do not look impressed with my wonderful idea. I’ll be leaving then...”

Awakened Early – “What do you think, a zappy wake up spell? No? I thought it was a good idea.”

B2:

“Divine One, I have been in your library and I must say it’s... Divine One? How are you asleep at this moment?”

“Napping will only affect your sleep schedule, you know. Now, about the library...”

Awakened Early – “Divine One, just daydreaming I see. Now.... I was on about the library... You have so many tombs and magical knowledge...”

A1:

“I’ve been thinking about what you said: That I cannot plan every single thing in my life. That no one can... It is correct, I know this... But I would like have my plans to fall back on nevertheless. For if the worst ever happens, I need structure or I'll... Nevermind.”

“Oh... You heard all that...? Well, I’m going to leave. Good morning, Divine Dragon.”

Awakened Early – “Hmm...? Was I saying something important? No, nothing to worry about. Now you are awake, I will take my leave.”

A2:

“You slept for so long and still you sleep alike the dead, unending yet peaceful... So silent. If you were to never awaken again. The world would crumble. My plans would crumble... We all would crumble.”

“Ah... You were listening all along? What a sneak, you are. No, no... I’m not going to elaberate. Good day.”

Awakened Early – “Good morning, Divine One. Forgive the commentry, I just feel today is an interesting day.”

Gift Dialogue:

(I very much enjoy writing dialogue or options that could be in the game so...)

Favourite – “Absolutely wonderful. How long have you spent planning this gift? Thank you, Divine One.” (Philosophy Book, Fairy-Tale Book)

Liked – “For me? Thank you, I will use it well.” (Utility knife, History of Elyos)

Disliked – “Such an distinguished gift... Better for someone else.” (Training weights, Spooky Scroll)

Manure – “What are your plans with that? I see no reason to have it... Wait? I do not want it!”

[picklesttrpg]

(temporary) Introduction!! to PICKLE'S WORLD

Hello!!! I'm Pickle! (Or rather, The Pickle God)

And I really want to develop my own world and make a TTRPG out of it! With an entire system and all!

Hence I'm the literal god of pickles, I won't waste time with labels and stuff like that, I am a pickle. And I ramble a lot, sadly

Ngl I'm really new to tumblr, so like hang in there with me please! I'm learning as I go, like I discovered formatting text just a few days ago.

What Pickle actually wants

I have a world with characters, worldbuilding, all the juicy stuff including unecessary details. I have an entire web of morons, historical events and everything, and am working on many stories that happen all throughout it (Writing one as a personal thing, and I was publishing a webcomic over another one, tho thanks to irl stuff it's on hiatus rn)

I'm actually horrible with names, and even tho I've worked on the world for 6-7 years by now, I still don't have a name for it (please help). As most creators, I wanted to share it with the world, to get feedback and improve on it! Offer my silly little concept and pickles for everyone to see. But besides that I have one more dream.

My world is in one big busy city. Filled to the brim with wonky characters, all fighting for being more and more important than the other. (and really, individuality is rewarded whilst people who are passive and grey usually end up at the edge of the society) Everything from biker grandmas living out their wildest final years, aspiring children supervillains to singing popstar priests, worshipping an entity which lives in the stars. This is reaching lore territory, but in this world, everyone has to strive to be the best and most exciting version of themselves, otherwise their past might catch up to them.

I wanted my world to be a place for other *real* people to thrive in. To create a character (or multiple!), who can go do what they truly want (and suffer in the process) I think it's just so incredibly cool when other people make characters for your own world, where you can think about them interacting with everyone, participating in the events, and having an entirely new story to share!

I essentially wish my world could once be a place for others to create ocs for and roleplay in. (now there is more to it, obviously, but like how cool is that! someone 'moving into' your world and story!)

Why TTRPG then?

Now, I work on the world and stories all the time, but I've never had them in any publicly shareable versions. Additionally, I didn't know if people online would actually ever care. But that's the sweet benefit of tumblr blogs, from what I noticed. It can be a little unnoticed blog and it's just vibing and doing its own thing!

I have friends who are reaaaaaalllly into DnD and few other games like that. I've played with them, and know even some DMs!

Now, isn't dnd great? You make your own character, explore a new cool world with possible friends, do some cool (or mostly unhinged) stuff and literally immerse yourself int everything! Really, a roleplaying game like that seems a great fit for anyone who wants people to explore their worldbuilding and writing!

But personally, conventional dnd isn't for me, and the systems are quite complicated. And as fun and intricate as they are, I also know many begginers, who may get scared away or confused. I found Call of Cthulhu much more enjoyable! Including the system in it, it's been fun, especially the sanity mechanic, and also how it offered different type of challenge and roleplaying purpuose from dnd!

Additionally, I could never imagine adapting all the mechanics into my world, seeing as my own lore offers different playstyles and opportunities. (Like I can't even use the races and classes)

So, I've decided, with a help of few friends, to try and create a new-ish system, specifically built with my world in mind!

The goal is to be simple and begginer-friendly, to shorten the learning curve, but also give more space to people who want to roleplay and develop their characters.

One of the main 'concepts is' "If shit goes down, do whatever you can."

Conflicts can be resolved in any way, from fighting, reasoning to seduction, bribery, or even just a well timed kick to the nuts, poke someone's eye out with a paper. And I wanted a system simple enough to spare us most of the math and formalities, and one which would work the 'same' way regardless of the player's actions,

I want to focus on characters, city/environment exploration and putting players as protags into stories, which are more than "slay the dragon, save the village, rock on brother"...mostly cause my world would crumble under any actual adventurers.

These are just wonky people with minimum wage jobs, physical trauma and debt, living life in a world where everyone is forced to be the protag sometimes.

The entire system is in EARLY BABY STAGES! but I want to share it, and both report on how the testing in practice goes, but also possibly get some input and advice from you, *the internet people*, to make it the best it can be? This is a huge learning experience for me, and honestly, I'd just love to take you on the adventure with me.

So, are you interested in lots of worldbuilding and lore-heavy characters? Or would you like to help with creating a TTRPG?

If so, please join me on my adventure!

Aid The Pickle God!

oh and dw, i don't think i have the capability/skills nor desire to make this system/game thing monetizable. I do not ask for any money, but please, don't claim any of my characters or stories as your own. They're very personal and important to me. I want this system to encourage more people to try roleplaying like this, and promote character creation (alongside developing my own ocs), so especially the system, feel free to use it, and let me know how it went! would love suggestions and help with it, to make it the best it can be! And I want to offer my world too, but for now, I think it's still a bit too early for that. Please get inspired and make your own worlds and stories fun and wonky! But again, don't claim my work please :)

And now, Pickle out!

Worship and devour me, mortals!

[clover-mittens]

BLOODY HANDS

Arthur Pendragon x f!OC

Summary: Rabia came to Camelot with one objective, and that one objective only. Protect Merlin, yet that quickly proves to be a seemingly impossible task as that boy always finds some way to put himself in danger.

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Bloody Hands

part three: The poisoned chalice.

After receiving the weapons from the warrior elf Arthur kept asking Rabia questions, like why she had the weapons on her in the first place, in all honesty, he just wanted to spend more time with her. He kept catching his eyes slowly falling to the slits on either side of her dress, the ones that exposed her legs from the thighs and down. "Your gown; it's quite unusual. I've never seen anything like it around here.", he admitted.

"It's nice when traveling. I'm very flexible in case I need to run or fend for my life, you know? Those heavy chains aren't any good unless your main goal is to defend yourself and not just quickly kill.", Arthur is taken aback by this. He never imagined the small woman in front of him to be a killer. "I go straight in with the blade, no need to give them a chance."

The knight is about to ask further questions about the subject but is cut off by the door to Gaius' chambers being opened. "Merlin?", the elderly man looks confused. "Rabia, what are you doing here?"

Rabia had never met Gaius before, as far as she knew, so how did he know her? "Merlin's out polishing my armor. I'm assuming you sent for Rabia?"

Gaius nods hesitantly. He had not sent for her, but he thought it made a more believable story for the girl whom he knew wasn't supposed to be in Camelot. "Yes, I've been needing her help around here, sire. I didn't expect her here so soon, but I'll take it up with your father later."

"See, I'm totally safe, so I'd actually like it if I could have my sword and bow back, please.", Arthur nods before giving the woman her weapons back.

"Now with all due respect, I have business to attend to with Rabia.", Gaius said, asking the boy to leave. Arthur does as told, excusing himself quietly, and closing the door on his way out. "What are you doing here? Where's your mother?"

"How do you know me, again? We've never met.", Rabia claims. Not actually being sure if the words she's saying are of any truth.

Gaius chuckles. "Right, you wouldn't remember. Most of your people used to live here up until about twenty years ago. You were born here just a few months after Arthur."

"You must be mistaken. I was made in my village. My mother made me with magic."

"And so she did, but here before all the witches and warlocks had to flee from Camelot. You were very young, I shouldn't have expected that you'd remember - the mind works in a funny way, either suppressing the traumatic events or never letting go of them."

Rabia looked around the room quickly before getting closer to Gaius. "Does that mean you know what I am?", Gaius nods, making the girl let out a sigh of relief. "Merlin can not know, got it, not about why I'm actually here.", Gaius is getting concerned by the second, thinking of all the worst-case scenarios. "Hunith sent me, so you can calm down - I can feel your heartbeat from here."

"What did she want from you?"

Hunith had come to Rabia's town to find a protector for her son, she feared he'd get into all sorts of danger while having to save Arthur. "She needs me to look after Merlin. Please, let this stay between the two of us. He'd ignore me if he knew the real reason I'm here."

"So what does he think you're here for?", Rabia's lips turned into a thin line. She knew that when Gaius had helped her with Arthur he never meant it. He definitely didn't need another assistant when Merlin was around.

She looked down at the ground. "I need to be as close to Merlin as possible so I can keep an eye on him at all times. It's my duty as a protector. Hunith wouldn't know what to do with herself if anything happened to that boy. Please, Gaius, let me stay here with you."

"I'll see what I can do. There's been a lot going on around the caste since Merlin got here, I'll find out what to say to Uther. Till then I'm assuming you have a place to stay?", Rabia nods. The tavern will do for now, at least she's nothing but a quick sprint away from Merlin at any given point. "There's a peace treaty later, leave the bow and sword here and go find Merlin. He'll be your way in."

"Thank you."

"Merlin, there you are!", Rabia said with a bright smile on her face as she found the young boy standing outside, polishing Arthur's armor. "Gaius told me to come to help you, can't have you missing the peace treaty. Besides, Arthur's-"

"Right here. I'm gonna be needing Merlin now. You can finish those later.", Arthur came up behind Merlin, grabbing his ear and dragging him along with him. Rabia quickly followed the two as they made their way inside and up to Arthur's room. "Merlin'd helped me get dressed, he won't be needing your assistance for that, darling."

Darling; the word made Rabia's blood boil slightly. "I'll be waiting outside then, Sire."

"I wasn't complaining, you can always come to watch. It's really a one-man job though.", Arthur winked as he pushed Merlin inside and shut the door behind them, knowing that the girl would take his offer as a joke. Arthur was only half kidding, he'd love nothing more than for her to see him getting dressed, but in a different circumstance maybe. He'd love it more after having just made love to her than while he was getting dressed like a man baby by another man - another man who he felt slightly threatened by. Rabia had just shown up and he admittedly knew nothing about her, but it seemed to him as though Merlin and the woman had a certain bond. Over what he had no idea, which also threatened him; how was he supposed to compete with something he had no idea what even was? "Beautiful, isn't she?"

Merlin nodded in agreement as he opened the box on Arthur's table. It was filled with clothes. "A bit strange how she just showed up out of seemingly nowhere, don't you think?", Arthur had thought about that, but he always pushed the thought away as fast as he got it. He didn't want to believe her to be a threat. "Especially after what happened with the water supplies."

"You don't think she had anything to do with it, do you?", is a thought that had never entered Arthur's mind. Merlin shrugged, not wanting to say anything without actually knowing. But having her life in the same castle as the guy he was meant to protect could come in as a bit of a challenge if she was actually the one who'd been causing havoc in the town. "Maybe I should alert father."

"No. Not until you know anything for sure. I just thought it was a weird coincidence. Who's even to say she'd a witch. What witch would willingly live here, right?", Merlin had not forgotten their talk earlier. There was no doubt in his mind that she was a witch, and probably a powerful one too. Merlin could not take that fight if it came to it. All he could do now was hope that it never did come to it. How would he protect Arthur? "She doesn't look like one.", he knew, probably better than anyone in Camelot, that witches and warlocks had not one thing in common to spot when it came to appearance. Anyone could be a magician, looks have nothing to do with it.

"I guess you're right. She's way too pretty to be a witch."

"Pretty for a maiden, I'll admit."

Arthur's eyes widened at Merlin as if he'd just said something completely out of order. "Pretty for a maiden? She's pretty for a princess, let alone a maiden.", Arthur probably should not be saying these things, especially about a woman of her standard - an herbalist, what should he do with an herbalist by his side. There was no doubt in his mind that he could never marry a woman like her, but that didn't stop all of the other thoughts from taking over all of the intelligent ones; the ones made by his brain. "Father would hate her. Gaius will have a hard time convincing him once he sees her."

"You scared she'll get executed for wearing that dress?", Merlin says jokingly. Arthur knew his father was very fast to execute the people he didn't like, but killing a woman for the way they'd dressed was against his better judgment. He'd never do it, but now Merlin had planted the seed in Arthur's head. "I was kidding, Arthur. Now let's get you dressed, eh?"

Rabia is standing behind Gaius as Bayard and his people arrive. After waiting outside of Arthur's door for a while she got impatient and went back to Gaius. He'd told her that Merlin would be her way in, but so could he, besides, Merlin wouldn't get hurt with Arthur around, not seriously hurt at least. "Now, she's pretty.", Merlin whispered to the servant standing next to him, he was looking at one of Bayard's maidens. She was a beautiful girl, even Rabia could admit that with the blue scarf on her head, matching her blue eyes. She wasn't looking, but Rabia knew that she was fully aware that Merlin was looking at her, she could see it in her eyes.

Meanwhile, Rabia was completely oblivious to the prince catching short glimpses of her over his shoulder whenever the chance came. He wanted to make sure that she was still there, but after what Merlin had said he felt the need to keep an even closer eye on her.

The girl Merlin had been talking to came and stood next to Gaius and Rabia as the boy kept staring. " and though we remember those who have died, we must not allow any more to join them. As a symbol of our goodwill, and of our new-found friendship, I present these ceremonial goblets. To you, Uther, and your son, Arthur, in the hope that our friendship may last.", Bayard explains as he takes out the chalices one of his servants brought for him. Rabia was so caught up in the speech that she didn't even notice Merlin getting dragged out of the room by the girl with the blue scarf. "Tonight, we toast a new beginning for our peoples. We look to a future free from the toils of war." Bayard is a great speaker, or he's great at speaking. Rabia has found herself getting bored with Bayard's long speeches for the past while since they got here.

But just as Bayard is about to finish his speech something interesting happens, that yet again grabs Rabia's attention. Merlin runs back in, although she'd never actually seen him leave. "Stop! It's poisoned. Don't drink it.", the young warlock yells before quickly grabbing the chalice from Arthur's grip.

Everyone's certainly surprised by the boy's sudden outburst. "Merlin, what are you doing?", after Merlin yet again claims the goblet to be poisoned, Bayard and his men all pull out their swords, causing Uther's men to do the same. At that moment Rabia was happy she'd gone back to the chambers to retrieve her sword, just in case someone actually tried to kill the young boy she was here for.

"Order your men to put down their swords. You're outnumbered.", Uther says as the witch makes her way closer to the scene unfolding before her, she needs t be close in case anyone tries something. Bayard's not happy with the accusations being put against him. "On what grounds do you base this accusation?", for some reason the fact that Uther actually questions the servant is shocking to Rabia, she thought he would have just had him killed.

Before Merlin gets to answer, Arthur jumps in. "I'll handle this.", he walks up to his servant, making Rabia grab ahold of her sword, not daring to pull it yet. "Merlin, you idiot, have you been at the sloe gin again?", he asks him as he brings him closer to his father.

"Unless you want to be strung up, you'll tell me why you think it's poisoned - now."

"He was seen lacing it.", Merlin explains. Rabia looks around the room, noticing that the girl with the scarf is nowhere in sight, she now knows who put this information in Merlin's hands.

"By whom?"

Merlin takes a short break, thinking. "I can't say.", this time Rabia agrees with Arthur. What an idiot.

Bayard sighs in annoyance, catching everyone's attention as the sounds bounces off the high tall walls. "I won't listen to this anymore."

"Pass me the goblet.", Uther orders Merlin before making his way around the table to where Merlin, Arthur, and Bayard are standing. Rabia's standing between the ends of Bayard and Uther's tables, yet no one has yet to question her involvement. Arthur takes the goblet from Merlin, passing it to his father. "If you're telling the truth...

"I am."

... then you have nothing to fear.", Uther tells the king in front of him. Bayard quickly puts away his sword, before motioning for Uther to pass him the goblet. "No - if this does prove to be poison, I want the pleasure of killing you myself.", Arthur is watching his father closely as he turns towards Merlin. Panic grew inside Rabia as we watched everything slowly unfold in front of her. Merlin couldn't drink that, he'd die and Rabia would have failed. "He'll drink it."

"But if it's poisoned, he'll die.", the concerned prince protests.

"Then we'll know he was telling the truth.", Uther states.

"And what if he lives?"

Uther is keeping a close eye on the goblet as he hands it to Merlin. "Then you have my apologies, and you can do with him as you will."

It doesn't take long before even Gaius has had enough to jump in and defend the boy. "Uther, please, he's just a boy, he doesn't know what he said."

"Then you should have schooled him better."

Seeing no other ending than one where Merlin drinks from the goblet Arthur decides to jump in again. Arthur says a lot of mean stuff about his servant, but he'd never want him to die while trying to protect him. "Merlin, apologize. This is a mistake. I'll drink it!"

Arthur is about to pull the goblet away from Merlin, but that only gives the boy more of a reason to drink it. "No, no, no, no! It's all right.", Rabia swallows the lump in her throat as Merlin put's the goblet to his lips, looking directly at Gaius, telling her that the goblet is in fact poisoned and that he's counting on Gaius to save him this time. Everyone's silent as Merlin drinks. And then, just like that, he's finished it, showing no sign of being poisoned. Rabia lets out a sigh of relief. "It's fine.", the boy sounds ashamed and embarrassed.

"He's all yours.", Bayard pulls his sword back out, but the same instant he does that, Merlin puts his hand to his throat as he starts coughing, and just like that, Merlin falls to the ground. First to his side, as Uther's guards seize Bayard, is Arthur, quickly followed by Rabia.

"We have to get him back to my chambers. Bring the goblet. I need to identify the poison."

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For @whumptober2021 - Day 6 - "Bruises and Touch Starved. "

(I know I'm a few days late for this one, but I started it on the 6th...) 

Setting? Takes place in my "Teeth" project. (Just a quick info dump on Teeth, the characters are mythology creatures that can shift to and from human. They're human 90% of the time. Thought I'd mention that in case I pick up any new readers from this event. When I refer to a character by their creature, more than likely they're still in their human form. The characters can also partially shift to gain traits of their creature form, ex: claws, teeth, tail, ext. Just wanted to mention for clarity for anyone who reads these prompts.) 

OCs: Dustin (cockatrice). Cole (western dragon). Isaac (eastern dragon). 

As usual with "Teeth". Reader Discretion is advised. Contains: Violence, restraint/captivity, and other sensitive/uncomfortable scenes.

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Cole was off to do his evening round. He knew the Master had already done his business. Now it was just time to clean up after it. He gave Dustin some quiet time to rest awhile before bugging him. The kid always worried what he'd stumble into unwittingly. Although he'd check on Dustin multiple times a day. Every time he cracked open that door, he worried it would be the time Master went too far. 

He readied himself at the door front. Cool metal met his hand as he pushed it open and quietly entered. The room was eerie as always. Painfully quiet, except for the dragging of metal on cement and the low warning growls that came from the creature in the corner of the otherwise dead room. 

This time, it was dead silent. No stirring or rattling of chains. No growling or bluffs to try and get whoever it was to leave him alone. Just silence. 

"You okay?" Cole called out to Dustin. Who was nestled in the corner, curled, and sitting in a half assed ball with his head hung low. 

He simply acknowledged Cole with a quick glance, and nothing more. 

The young dragon sighed. He wondered what Isaac did to him this time. Lord only knows. Dustin seemed to be getting more and more muzzled by the day. More timid. His spirit was far from being broken. But maybe he was starting to realize that all the fight in the world, wouldn't help him out here. 

"Hey bud." Cole cooed cautiously. He approached Dustin, studying him and taking mental note of any new injuries and marks. He had more bruising on his sides. Deep red welts that would soon turn shades of purple from being caned. These were a majority of the normal marks left on him after confrontations with the Master. Those and various cuts from claws being racked across his skin. 

Dustin barely made the effort to show he was paying any attention to the kid. He just shrugged off Cole's attempts at interacting with him. 

"It seems you're learning." Cole sighed, then went over to fill his ice cream pail with water from the spicket on the opposite wall. 

"Learning what, exactly?" Dustin spoke finally. 

"Compliance. I guess. You're not giving me a hard time right now." He came back and began to soak his rag. 

"I just want to sleep." He said quietly. 

"Just give me a few minutes, and then you can." Cole noted the depressed tone of voice. It really wasn't like him. The sunken nature wasn't something he'd seen of Dustin. The guy was a spit fire. To see and hear him this shut down was alarming to Cole. 

Cole wrung the water out of the rag then went to start cleaning and looking closer at Dustin's new wounds. "What did he want today?" Cole tried to make small talk. 

Dustin tensed at the cold water when the kid brought the rag to his side. But eased into it. It felt good against his aching ribs. "He's still hell bent trying to figure out who I am." 

"Well. Who are you?" Cole asked curiously. 

"If truth be told. I'm not really anyone important. Just some wanderer looking for a place to be to try and live quietly." Dustin grimaced when the dragon ran a hand over a particularly sore spot. 

"If it doesn't matter, then why are you so protective over who knows your name. It's just a name." Cole shrugged, not seeing the logic. 

"There's a lot connected to that name." 

"So, you are important or whatever you want to call it." Cole poked. 

"Your master will see it as some sort of prized jewel, probably. If he learns who I am. Or rather, who I was. To me. It's just a fucking burden I don't need anymore." Dustin said, then slouched more into his corner. Resting his cheek against the wall, and turning away from Cole. "That, or he'll just kill me. I can't gauge what he'll do." 

"What is your full name? If you don't mind me asking?" Cole paused to study him. 

Dustin turned back to look at Cole with sad eyes. "The King. That's all you need to know." He huffed. That sound in his voice. He seemed almost ashamed of what he just said. The kid could see it. Could see that he didn't want anything to do with that title. 

Cole nodded. "Okay" he said quietly under his breath. It was clear that Dustin wanted the topic to be dropped. 

It was awkward between the two. Although they didn't know one another very well, and Dustin being at the captive end of the situation. The two would usually exchange small chit chat back and forth to keep time from stagnating. 

But it was silent. 

Cole spent his time slowly. Cautiously cleaning the dried blood and dirt away from his newest gashes. All while checking up on the others from previous endeavors. Dustin, being withdrawn, looked too deep in thought to really notice or mind what the young dragon was doing. He just sat there and blankly stared off. 

Cole could sense there was a lot on Dustin's mind. Worry? Panic? Anxiety? Whatever it was, the guy was trying to hide it the best he could. But Cole, being the sensitive empath he was, could pick it up. 

The dragon stood and went to dump the dirty water. When he came back, he picked up the tan heavy blanket from the floor. Without asking or seeing if he actually wanted it, Cole draped it over the curled man's shoulders as a soft gesture to him. 

The blanket startled Dustin for a split moment, snapping him back to the present. But once he did so, he shifted and drew a relieved breath as he snuggled his face into. 

Seeing his ease, Cole knelt down and wrapped his arms around Dustin. Instantly Dustin shot up and went rigid. Much to his broken rib's disliking. He gasped at the pain, then tried to pull away from the kid, but he wouldn't let go. 

"What are you doing?" Dustin let out a low growl with his words. 

"Just shut up." Cole hugged him tighter. Dustin tried protesting. He squirmed and let out angry huffs from behind bored teeth. But the kid wouldn't let go of him. 

Dustin sat braced against the kid, but he soon started to relax. The gentle warmth offered solace in the cold dingy prison. Instead of away, he leaned into Cole and rested his head against his shoulder. And just - breathed. 

He closed his eyes and just breathed. 

Slow. Easy. Calm.

"There we go." Cole whispered and gently stroked the man's back as he eased and rested his body into him. "That's all I wanted you to do. Just relax." 

Dustin snuggled in close to Cole. Cole smiled with content, he wanted Dustin to see that he is a friend here. To not be guarded in his presence. He can trust him. 

Cole stayed there and held Dustin for a little while. Until he could feel the creature's breaths slow and the weight of his body started getting heavier for Cole to support. 

"Alright, time to lay you down." Cole mumbled and started to slip out and away from Dustin. 

Dustin woke up to the kid getting ready to be on his way. "Please don't leave me." His voice was like a whimper. 

Cole froze at that plea. It broke the kid's heart. "I have to go Dustin. I'm sorry." He knelt back down and covered Dustin better with his blanket. "I'll be back sometime soon. Relax and go back to sleep. You need it." 

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The ruse(DracoX OC) Chapter 1- The plan

"mooom please, does she really have to spend the summer here???" The little boy with white silverish hair said pulling on his mother's robe ends, hiding his head over her kilt

Every June until September Saphira Jones would come to his mansion to spend the summer over the Malfoy's

It started as a tradition, the two families were quite fond of each other. Since Voldemort first vanished and the rumors of his return started. The Malfoy's needed to reassure their family's safety and economic stability in case of things gone wrong during the rise of death eaters and late battle. So they made a pact that neither of the children would know: for every year until they turn a majority age, they would unite their families in expectation of a great match. And not until then deny or agree with a marriage proposal, that should be made

Draco utterly despised every second and Saphira knew it, so she would try to make his life just as miserable as hers, the only problem is that the game they both plays of twisting and pulling each other until one or another give up or break was never-ending

He would bark she would bite

As a child, they would fight over toys

"Mooom!!! Saphira stole my broom!!" He cried

"No, I did not!!"

Sometimes she would indeed steal his toys and hide in the most inconvenient of places cause at the very young age she would be more advanced in spells than he, a fact that she would- till this day- constantly remind him.

"You did!! Stop lying!!"

But this time she didn't

Oh no, he was just having fun getting her in trouble.

"Safira, give him his broom!" Her mother stepped in the light

before she could deny his allegations or make any more of her comments she heard a snap and by pulling her hear she was dragged into her room "that's it!! No wand for a week!" He smirked through his fake tears

And it got worse as it got physical. In school he will do whatever it takes to provoke her, pulling her long brown braids, pushing through the halls, calling her names until she snapped over him with her hand in a fist. She got -10 points to Gryffindor's he got a red-eye

Summer came and there she was again cuffed to him like a second skin

"Kneel," he said

"No you kneel" she pushed him

"No, I'm older than you"

"And I'm richer than you"

"Enough both of you!!!" Narcissa said "now Saphira, kneel" she took a large breath, she went down reverencing like a Princess only less charmingly. He puffed his chest with pride and kept his back straight smirking with victory "now you kiss her hand" they both looked at Narcissa who seemed with her patience on the edge, both hands in her temples. Draco not into hearing more of his mother's speeches on how the Yule ball was a very important event and that he was going to make a fool of himself if he didn't know the proper steps. Soon he raised her hand to meet his lips and planted a kiss there

The music started, slower. Saphira still taken by surprise with his action crumbled over his pace, stepping on his foot. The music started again and again until she got it right, only when it was time for him to spin her and catch he let her fall

Fifteen and It was time for pranks that she learned from the Weasley twins, Fred and George. Colorful bombs in his dorm room or shoes that would fart every time he walked, name it she has it

"Never heard of it?"

"What does it do?"

"It tickles the skin non-stop until the person breaks in laugh"

"Rather harmless..." Fred started

"But very affective" George finished

"Okay!..." She whispered to herself "Rictumsempra"

In the tall estate of the games, missing one point to Slytherin score 150 and Draco catch the golden snitch. He started twisting on his broom, having a pit of a contagious laugh. Everyone started to making fun until he lost balance and crush in the dirt of the ground

She was shaking when they took him to Papoula Pomfrey, he had hit his head but the problem was in his broken arm. He was still conscious when they asked him what happened, he just looked at her, and said "I lost balance and fall"

He lied?

It didn't make sense, he knew it was her and he wouldn't tell her off? He would always tell her off. Draco was the boy who would do everything in his reach to get her in trouble, wasn't he? Did he beat his head so hard that he has forgotten he hates her? Was he gonna use it to his advantage, just waiting for the right moment to strike like a snake?

While he was asleep she stayed up all night on his side, guild kicking in, anxiety keeping her awake, looming at his facials expression as he slept. That night Saphira discovered many things...

first one: Draco talked in his sleep

"No, No I won't fail you"

he woke in shook in the morning, sweat dripping from his forehead, breathing heavily

"Are you feeling better?" She asked ready to question why didn't he told dumbledore it was her who cursed him

"Yes" he simply said

Second one: don't trust the Weasleys with spells

"It was a really hard crash" she sighed "unfortunately I have some bad news" he positioned steadily in the bed frowning "you fall so hard and ground that your face fractured" he quickly turned to the mirror on his side " now you look normal"

His delicate lips had a small cut in them, nothing scandalous, but he looked angry as he turned at her, his serious serious expression turned into a grin. They both laughed immensely for a couple of seconds and stared at each other not knowing what to say, or do.

"Draco?" A small voice echoed in the corner of the room

"H-Hi pansy!" He said

Suddenly it was a weird atmosphere that broke through the windows as she had just crossed nearly headless nick for the first time

"I'm gonna live your two alone" heading out the door, leaving space for the both to talk she realizes the Third one: she was completely head over heels in love with Draco Malfoy

And every time she would catch him snogging pansy in the corner of the halls, kissing the length of the neck, or overheard them talking, she would get this feeling of nausea on the bottom of her stomach

"You're jealous!" Hermione said

"Why would she be jealous?" Ron asked with his mouth full, she never so gentle smacked his head with her hand pointing at the way pansy would play with Draco hair

"He doesn't even like it in the middle part," Saphira said playing with the vegetables on her plate with her fork, not hungry at all

"You gonna eat that? " Ron asked

"Wait...you like Draco? " Harry asked, "why?"

"I don't like him!!!"

"Okay...But you spent every summer with him, it's a little suspicious"

"It's because of my family you know that"

"Have you ever considered confessing your feelings to him?" Hermione again asked

" I don't like him," she said again loudly "even so, he doesn't see me that way"

But the thought lingered in her mind for a couple of weeks, weeks-long enough for the students already know that Malfoy would keep his Summers busy with her. Suddenly everyone knew and assumed the same thing that Hermione did

"Are you dating Malfoy?"

"How long are you guys together?"

"What about Pansy?"

"Is he a good kisser?"

Overwhelmed by the random questions and thoughts she went to talk with Draco personally until found him talking with Blaise and his friends "come on guys, I'm not dating her" he laughs "she not even my type" he said making an ugly face "I am just is stuck with her through the Summers cause she so annoying and boring that even her parents don't want her around" he quickly realized the words that had just come out of his mouth and shut

There was so much truth in those words, the truth that she never wanted to admit nor she could. She was adopted, it's true, people didn't know and those who knew certainly didn't talk about that.

When two purebloods decide to adopt a magic muggle-born, the elite society doesn't take it very well, first of all, it's illegal. Second: the chance of dishonoring the bloodline and status of the family by polluting their legacy mixing their divergence with a "mudblood", it a risk that no one should take, even a mother who lost her child at early birth; a bare family in an empty nest; a tree rotten in its core. She was embarrassed, only for a couple of seconds, soon she was filled with the very familiar feeling that emerged in her mind of angst

She got a suspension when the school heard from her that she had used a spell against a student and wounded him during a game of quidditch. Sitting on the bench Draco looked at her stiffed

"Why did you tell them?"

"My parents are going to move me to

Beauxbatons school" he looked worrisome that she almost felt pity "then I won't have to trouble you with my annoyingly boring behavior" she was about to get up when she felt his hand on her wrist twirling her body close to his, too close even

"Is this what you want?" She felt his mint breath in her cheeks and shivered over the wooden cologne

"W-what I-?"

" You wanna ruin everything don't you?" Her stomach filled with butterflies "our parent's plans, the secret, you found out and now you wanna ruin it"

Instantly the short moment went away, she stepped out of his intense gaze and unlocked her wrist

"Secret?"

"Why do you think you would come every summer to my house?" He said

"obviously isn't because we're so friends"

"Our parent's plans all along were that we would be more than that, I guarantee you" the words hissed against her thoughts, it was all so obvious now "marriage, Saphira, they want us to be wedd"

She felt like crying, run away like a little girl who just found out that Santa isn't real. She felt like breaking. Draco was bounded to her, stuck with a girl that he doesn't want

Making his life miserable as hers

"Draco, hear me, loud and clear," she said crying out, he never saw her tears, but that day it poured like a stormy rain

"you will never, never marry me. I give you that" alone with his thoughts, he builds his first wall

You're free

That summer she didn't come. It was his darkest summer, that gloomed into his mind like clouds over a parade

_____

"Will you fail me, boy?" Voldemort whispered

"No, my Lord"

[alj4890]

Misfortune's Intentions

(Liam x OC*Elisse Millan) (Drake x Riley) in a Choices The Royal Heir fan fiction

A/N Time continues to go by. Riley is nearing the end of her second trimester. Liam and Elisse will have their first date in front of the court during a ball he is hosting. The two have managed to have a few private dates since that one on a sailboat. While they continue to fall for one another, concerns and words are shared by those closest to them. This chapter mentions a certain event that happened later in the TRH canon, but I added it now and of course ended it like I wished.

@gkittylove99​ @krsnlove​ @kingliam2019​ @texaskitten30​ @hopefulmoonobject​ @yourmajesty09​ @mom2000aggie​ @ofpixelsandscribbles​

Masterlist

Chapter 4 Moonlight and Secrets

Cranborne Manor, Cordonia...

"Aren't you glad I had you bring this?" Amalas held up the black ball gown. "I know Liam will be."

Elisse's cheeks heated with color. "If I say yes, will you stop talking about my going as his date?"

"Why? I think it's actually sweet that he asked you." Amalas leaned down to smell the roses that had arrived earlier. "Even though I'm not a romantic like some people I know," she smiled at her cousin, "I can still be happy that you found someone that you actually like."

"I should have known you wouldn't be able to stop talking." Elisse teased. "I'm nervous enough as it is."

She snatched the card Liam had sent with the roses out of Amalas's hands.

"Elisse?" A wicked smile formed. "What did he write?"

"Nothing to concern yourself over." She dodged her trying to grab it. "Amalas! Is this any way for a queen to behave?!" She turned holding it as far away from her as she could.

All the commotion they made drew an anxious Felix into the room.

One look at the two climbing over furniture while chasing each other let him know exactly what was going on.

"Elisse!" Amalas dodged a bed pillow. "You would dare strike your queen?!"

"Without any regret whatsoever." Elisse tripped over the bottom of her robe and went tumbling down.

Amalas pounced, snatching the card away.

"Aha!" She held it above her head in victory.

Felix plucked it from her grasp.

"Felix!" She rounded on him. "Hand that over."

"Yes, your majesty." With all the seriousness he could muster, he handed it to Elisse.

"Ha!" Elisse held it against her heart. "Thank you, Felix."

"What is this treason?" Amalas had her hands on her hips. Her usual intimidating frown was ruined by her hair sticking up at odd angles.

"Forgive me your majesty," he bowed, "but I was under the impression you wanted it to go to its owner."

"In other words," Elisse loudly whispered, "Felix likes me better."

The cousins burst into giggles much as they used to before Amalas became queen.

Felix quietly shut the door before allowing a smile to appear on his face. After all that had occurred for his queen and lady, he had forgotten how infectious their happiness could be.

"Tell the truth." Amalas sat down on the bed. "You're falling in love with Liam."

Elisse sat down once more at her vanity. Amalas could see the soft glow on her face in the reflection of the mirror as she looked down at his card.

"He makes it impossible not to fall in love." She shyly admitted.

"Looks like whatever happens, I will still have an alliance with Corodnia."

Elisse glared playfully at her. "You're runing the romance."

"Then I guess Liam will have his work cut out for him tonight."

****************

Cordonia's Royal Palace, Riley and Drake’s chambers...

"While they are here, maybe you could sneak over to Cranborne and see if you find anything that we should know." Riley whispered.

Olivia's brow furrowed. "I've been investigating Elisse. Nothing except for her time spent in America has been found. She has spent most of her life in Monterisso."

"I think if Amalas is planning anything, her cousin is not a part of it." Hana added.

Riley closed her eyes. She knew she was becoming obsessive over this woman. But after hearing Liam's confession of how he felt toward her and Drake. She owed him a lady he could freely love who wouldn't betray him.

Though she loved Drake more than anyone, she easily remembered those times she snuck off with Liam during his social season. The butterflies and sweet moments had caused her to fall for him as well as his grumpy friend.

She knew if Drake had continued to push her away, she might have given in and married Liam.

And how much more horrible would I have been to do that while longing for his best friend?

"This will be the last time." She told them. "If nothing is discovered of her time in America or that she and Amalas are planning something nefarious for Cordonia, then I will accept that Liam is safe with Elisse."

"Very well." Olivia stood up. "We'll let you know what we find."

"Or hopefully don't find." Hana added as she followed her out.

Riley dabbed at the stray tears in her eyes with a tissue. Between concerns over Elisse and Liam and having to keep from making an arranged marriage for her yet to be born baby was getting to her.

There were numerous times she secretly wished she had never agreed to have the royal heir. It is too much to deal with. Her pregnancy wasn't going at all like she used to dream about.

For one thing, it had happened much sooner than she had wanted. She would have loved to have had a year or two of just her and Drake trying to figure out how to be Cordonia's newest Duke and Duchess. Plus it would have been nice to enjoy being a newlywed that could wear lingerie and go out on fun, late night dates with her husband.

But to give birth to the, "chosen one," was driving her crazy. All the photos taken of her. The more than usually required doctor visits. The lack of privacy. The events. Having everyone with them with no time alone with her husband...

"Dammit!" She couldn't stop her tears. Her makeup was ruined.

"Riley?" Drake poked his head into their room. "What's wrong?"

She hurried into his embrace.

He rubbed soothing circles on her back. "Hormones?"

"Yes." She then shook her head. "No. I don't know."

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "You know you can talk to me." He swallowed nervously. "Even if it is about Liam?"

"It's not him." She reached for more tissues. "It's us. Me, you, the baby. Our life." She blew her nose. "No privacy. No time to take in the fact that in three months we will have someone to take care of."

He continued to hold her.

"And this whole royal heir business." She lifted her eyes to his. "Do you really want our baby to be in line for the throne?"

She saw the hesitation flicker in his face.

"We owe Liam so much." He said. "He has asked so little from us. This seemed like the least we could do and it is an honor he wanted our child for that position."

"Drake we are deciding our child's entire future without even meeting him or her." She reminded him. "What if the baby is like you and prefers to live a quiet life? We will have forced the one we want to protect into the very position that takes away every freedom they have."

Drake lowered his eyes. "I know."

She hugged him close. "What are we going to do?"

"I--I don't know." He held her tight. "I just don't know."

***************

A few hours later, Cranborne Manor...

Elisse took a deep breath on the way to answer the front door.

"M'lady," Liam handed her a long stem red rose. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you." She let her eyes travel over him in his formal regalia. "You look very handsome."

His smile turned flirty. "Are you ready for our first ball as a couple?"

With a nod, she retrieved her clutch and took his hand. "Liam?"

"Yes?"

"Are you sure about this?" She whispered when they reached Bastien holding the car door for them.

Liam took both of her hands in his. "I am."

"Even though I can't--"

He pressed a tender kiss to her lips, cutting off her reason for doubting he should be with her.

"You're who makes me happy." He whispered against her lips. "Regardless of whether or not you can have children."

She cupped his cheek and pressed another tender kiss to his lips in quiet gratitude.

He smiled softly as she got into car's backseat then followed after her.

Once the vehicle turned a corner, Olivia and Hana sneaked out of their hiding place.

"Queen Amalas left with her bodyguard earlier." Olivia whispered. "We will have free reign to search the house."

Hana shivered in the cool night air. "I suppose we should be grateful for that."

She watched quietly as the duchess expertly picked the lock.

"After you." She waved Hana inside.

***************

The Royal Ballroom...

Conversations were focused on one thing this evening: Liam had brought a date to the ball. 

Regina went from group to group saying how happy she was that he had settled on a lady that she so highly approved of.

"It is rare to find someone who understands the pressure he is under. Lady Elisse is a pleasure to be around." She said while she and a few others watched the two waltz.

Nobles soon were murmuring praises and wishes to see Liam settle down with Elisse.

"Monterisso and Cordonia's alliance under their marriage would make us the envy to many of the surrounding countries."

"Seeing a young king settle down would add more reassurance to foreign powers about the stability of our country."

"They do make a cute couple." Penelope whispered to Zeke.

Amalas chuckled softly at overhearing this latest compliment. She caught her cousin's eye and lifted her champagne flute to her.

Elisse's blush responded to that.

Liam's smile was warm when he noticed it. He leaned closer to her ear and whispered something that caused her to laugh with a shake of her head.

Elisse then was seen looking up at him with an expression that could only be described as complete adoration.

"You've been busy."

Amalas took a steadying breath before responding.

"King Bradshaw." She inclined her head. "I think we have all been busy in Cordonia."

He hmphed. "Some of us though aren't wooing the king and parents of the heir."

She kept her face devoid of emotion while she sipped her champagne.

He narrowed his eyes at her silence. "I see you aren't denying it."

"I've yet to hear an accusation worth addressing." She smiled sweetly as she walked away. "Do give my best to Isabella."

**************

Another hour later...

"Shouldn't you be making the rounds?"

Liam wrapped his arm around his date. "I should but I would rather stand here with you."

"You won't hear any arguments from me." Elisse closed her eyes when she felt his lips brush her cheek. "People will talk if you keep that up."

"It's about time I gave them something new to gossip over." He teased.

"I can hear them now. Our king has been captured by that wicked Monterisso viscountess."

He snorted. "I doubt they would use the word wicked." He tugged her closer. "Most likely conniving."

Her overly dramatic gasp made him laugh.

"I suppose I should be using my feminine whiles on you." She looped her arms around his neck. "But you, sir, are simply too distracting."

"A Monterisson noble unable to do her job?" He shook his head in mock pity. "I suppose I will have to keep you here rather than allow you to return home in shame."

"Why, your majesty. Is this a scheme to keep me at your beck and call?"

"You caught me, m'lady." His teasing smile turned tender.

"Ahem."

The two were surprised to see Olivia standing behind them.

"Liam, may I speak to you about something?" Her eyes darted briefly to Elisse. "In your study?"

Elisse stepped out of his arms.

"I'll be back." He promised her. He lifted her hand to his lips, enjoying the moment her smile reappeared.

With a nod to Olivia, he followed her out of the ballroom.

****************

"You did what?!" Liam's eyes narrowed. "Who told you to break into their home?"

Hana fidgeted beside Olivia. "Riley was worried with all the secrets Amalas is known to have and--"

"And--" Olivia glanced at Hana, receiving a nod, "some of us were concerned since you seem to be close to the queen's cousin."

He paced before them, doing his best to not lose his temper. "I know better than most about Monterisso."

"Liam, they have a file on you." Hana explained. "Files on all of us!"

"That isn't that surprising." Olivia grumbled. "I had files on all the ladies during the social season." A brief expression of admiration appeared. "I would have done the same to Amalas and Elisse if we were visiting their country."

"I already knew about the files." He told them.

"You did?"

"How?"

"Elisse." Liam ceased his pacing and faced them. "She has been nothing but honest with me."

"Did she tell you that there is a chance she--" Hana hesitated, wishing she hadn’t read the letters from Boston. "She--"

"Can't have children." Olivia finished softly. "We saw some medical reports in her room." Her sharp gaze softened. "She went through an experimental procedure to--"

"I know all of that." Liam interrupted. "She...she was supposed to be a part of my social season." His features hardened with memories. "My father refused to let her after her medical exam."

He snapped out of those what if thoughts. "Now then. Go tell Lady Riley to back off. There is nothing--"

Muffled screams filled the air.

"What was that?!" Hana jumped when Liam ran out the door.

"Liam!" Olivia shouted, already pulling two hidden daggers out. "Wait!"

******************

The Ballroom...

Everyone stared in horror at the drone that had crashed through the window. Queen Isabella trembled in her husband's arms with cuts along her face and arms.

"I recognize that." King Bradshaw pointed at Amalas. "This is one of the Spy Queen’s drones!"

Elisse surreptitiously made her way to Amalas's side and gripped her hand. The two remained calm as Bradshaw and Isabella riled the crowd up.

"I nearly died!" Isabella held up her arms with minor cuts. "My children could have been motherless all because she can't take a chance on Duchess Riley choosing us."

Riley paled as she looked from one ruler to another. Her hands slid protectively to her belly, wishing there was a way to get out of all this.

"I refuse to see Cordonia be threatened in such a fashion." Bradshaw straightened his shoulders. "Do not fear. My guards will--"

Liam appeared.

"King Liam!" Isabella cried out, tears streaking down her face. "Look--"

He held his hand up for silence as he examined the broken drone.

The whole court waited while he knelt beside it.

Bastien rushed to his side. "Sir, we need to get you to safety--"

"No we don't." Liam told him.

"Sir, it--"

Liam ordered him to be quiet as he turned the drone over. His lips firmed into a slight frown.

Olivia finally made it through the crowd, stopping in surprise at the piece of machinery on the ballroom floor.

"The Monterissons must be made to leave at once!" Isabella cried when Bradshaw quietly whispered to her.

"Unless you too want to be added to our list of enemies." Bradshaw warned.

Olivia's eyebrow raised. "Because of this?"

"That weapon nearly killed my wife." Bradshaw bit out.

"Strange." Liam finally said as he stood up. "One would think Queen Amalas would use one of her newer stealth drones instead of this one from five years ago."

Bradshaw and Isabella stilled.

"Given that you both say it attacked, I would have thought it would at least have been fitted with some type of weapon on it instead of an outdated camera." He continued.

The king and queen looked about at the crowd’s fear turning to confusion

"She's spying on us!" Bradshaw exclaimed. "All of us were being watched."

"She must be planning on eliminating all competition!" Isabella pointed at Elisse. "And that one was used to distract your king, Cordonia!"

Murmurs began again.

"They shouldn't be allowed to stay here." Godfrey muttered.

"What if one of us had been struck with that drone?" Kiara was heard to whisper.

"Did they see everything we have been doing? What if they begin to blackmail us?!" Adelaide added.

Bradshaw smirked at Amalas as the murmurs grew louder, demanding that she and Elisse be forced to leave.

Liam could feel a sense of déjà vu. Memories of his coronation ball came to mind.

This very crowd had demanded that Riley be thrown out of Cordonia and thus out of his life. He had stood by quietly and let it happen, thinking he was protecting her.

He knew whatever love she had for him had been damaged in that moment.

He could still see Drake demanding the King's Guards let her go. His volunteering to go to New York for her. His promise to look out for her once she joined the engagement tour.

I can't let it happen again. I can't lose Elisse. Not now. Not when I know I'm falling in love with her.

He stepped protectively in front of Elisse and Amalas while Felix guarded their backs. Liam could feel his lady’s fingers brush his hand in need of reassurance.

"This drone proves nothing." He said, cutting off everyone's conversations. "Queen Amalas and Lady Elisse had nothing to do with this."

"How do you know that?" Bradshaw demanded.

"Because," Amalas stepped forward, "this particular drone requries a remote operator to fly it." She patted her suit pockets. "Which I nor Lady Elisse could possibly have on us, given it takes two hands to even hold the controler."

"Your guard!" Isabella lifted a trembling finger. "He--"

Felix emptied his pockets without a word. He handed his coat to Bastien and allowed him to pat him down.

"Perhaps we should check Auvernal's many guards." Lady Elisse countered as she stepped up beside Liam. She maintained her calm demeanor while facing the two that threatened her. "There might be one or two who are not happy with their king and queen."

Amalas smirked. "I worry for the intelligence of this person. To use a drone that is now no more than a child's plaything." She chuckled. "Of course, Auvernal isn't known for their brilliant minds."

"How dare you!" Bradshaw shouted. "My wife--"

"Is unharmed." Liam spoke over him.

One of Bastien’s agents returned with an Auvernal guard.

Isabella quickly rushed forward, striking the man when the remote control was discoverd. "You will pay for attacking your queen!"

"But, your majesty, I--"

"Silence!" Bradshaw yelled over him. He ordered his personal guard to remove the traitor.

Liam slipped his hand in Elisse's when more murmurs rose around them. He knew it was time to turn the tables on the ones who still threatened the woman beside him.

"Honored guests," he turned to face the crowd, "given that an attack has occurred, I'm certain that King Bradshaw will wish to take his queen back to Auvernal." Liam's cold fury settled on the royal. "He would never wish to bring possible harm to those he wishes to make his allies."

Bradshaw gave a jerky nod. "Yes." He eyed Amalas. "I will go and quash this particular problem."

Regina joined Liam as she encouraged everyone else to also retire for the night.

"Liam," Elisse let go of his hand, "You shouldn't have gotten invovled in this. Bradshaw will not let that embarrassment go unanaswered."

He pulled her into his embrace. "I was not about to let them take you away."

Amalas held her hand out to him. "I believe I also owe you my own thanks for helping everyone to see reason, King Liam."

Felix gratefully bowed his head to him.

"I couldn't let mob mentality take over." Liam explained. "Bradshaw has been acting more agressive in gaining a foothold in my country. I refuse to let him do so."

Drake and Riley joined them once the last few guests of the ball trickled out.

"You should be resting." Amalas told her. "All of tonight's stress can't be good for you and the baby."

"I know." Riley replied. "Which is why I need to speak to Liam."

His brow furrowed when he noticed how pale she was. "Why don't we wait until morning? You--"

"I can't wait." Her eyes filled with tears. "It will only take a moment."

Elisse gently squeezed him in a hug. "Amalas and I should return to Cranborne." She smiled when he kept her within his arms. "I know you have things to take care of here."

Without paying attention to their friends and family around them, Liam kissed her goodnight. He cupped her cheek as he told her he would see her in the morning.

Once she was gone, Liam faced his friends and Regina. "What is it you need to discuss?"

Riley swallowed at the lump forming in her throat. "It's about our baby."

***************

Liam's chambers at two in the morning...

After yanking off all the regalia and unbuttoning his shirt, Liam poured himself three fingers of scotch.

He took a couple of healthy gulps, closing his eyes to the decision that had once again upended his world.

He was back to being a ruler in a tenuous position.

A king without a wife. Without heirs.

His head dropped as he slumped into a chair.

Cradling the cut crystal tumbler, he thought of the conversation he had with his friends.

***************

"Liam, I..." Riley swiped at her tears. "I don't want my baby to be the royal heir."

"What?" He took a step back in shock, just as he had when she told him she couldn't marry him. "Riley, I know tonight's--"

"It isn't just because of tonight." She interrupted. "It's everything. It's too much for us to deal with." She gripped Drake's hand. "I can't force my child into this type of responsibility."

"It was an honor that you chose us." Drake continued. "But the stress is eating away at us."

Liam slowly nodded. "I understand." He slipped his hands into his pockets. “We will have a press conference tomorrow.”

With a broken sob, Riley hugged him. "I'm so sorry I can't do this for you after everything you have given me."

He gently patted her back. "You don't owe me a child out of gratitude."

"I know." She sniffed and stepped back. "You will still be a part of our baby's life?"

He smiled softly. "Of course."

"Someone will have to teach our baby manners." Drake pulled Liam into a brief hug, slapping his back. "Thank you for understanding."

"It's what Liam does best." Riley added.

Olivia, Hana, and Regina remained with him once the couple left the ballroom.

"What will you do now?" Olivia asked.

"I...I don't know." He admitted.

"What will you do about Elisse?" Regina prodded. "If you don't choose another heir, you will need to have one of your own."

He ran his hands over his face. "I'm not losing Elisse."

"Dear, I know you care for her, but you--"

"I'm not losing her." He repeated harshly. "She is exactly what I need in my life."

Seeing it was fruitless to argue, the queen mother bowed her head and quietly left them.

Hana looked between Liam and Olivia, unable to think of something comforting to diffuse the tension.

"Liam." Olivia tempered her tone. "Regina's right. You still need an heir." She reached over and squeezed his hand. "Elisse will understand that you have to end--"

Without a word, he left the two ladies standing there.

[agentnolastname]

Three Days of Christmas

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Washington Middleton (M!OC) x Rafael Aveiro x Bryce Lahela

Word Count: ~1900

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. Washington (the OC) belongs to the giftee. While Ethan, Rafael, and Bryce belongs to Pixelberry.

Note: This a short fic written for @homeformyheart choices potluck event. I have written this for @gamechoices-player! I'm sorry because this took so long, and I hope you enjoy reading it! Fic under the cut!

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A week before Christmas

"You mean none of yours fully matches with my calendar?" Washington says with a slight frown on his face as he looks down on all the schedule cards laid down on the table. Ethan, Bryce, and Raf all sat in front of him. Ethan just nods at this while the other two shrugs, giving him a smile.

"It's not that bad! We all have a common holiday with you, and we will spend it together." Rafael says trying to ease the mood in the room. It is night anyway, and it is cold outside. A little warmth inside would definitely help in one way or another.

"Right, spend it together, but not you three at once." Sighing, Washington leans back on the couch.

Bryce immediately moves to sit beside him, 'We all know us four can't be absent from Edenbrook. They need the best staff out there, don't they?"

True enough, they already expected this. And yet, Washington can't help but feel sad. Maybe he is just feeling greedy, but it's their first Christmas together! And it needa to be spent with them altogether, which seems impossible now that only him and Ethan have the Christmas free on their calendars.

"Let's just make the most out of it, hmm?" Ethan says suddenly, making all of them nod.

"I guess it'll do." Washington shrugs, and they all laid out some plans together before they decided to call it a day.

Six days before Christmas

"Good morning, babe." Bryce greets as soon as he opens his eyes. Washington smiles at him, basking in the feeling of having a complete eight-hour sleep without feeling guilty about it.

Maybe I can sleep some more.

Bryce must've noticed his intention to slip back into sleep, which is why the man had immediately placed a quick peck on his lips, lightly tapping his cheeks in the process. Washington groans but proceeds to look at the man though, one eyebrow raised in question. Bryce laughs at him before finally reminding him of their agenda for today, "I believe we need to head into the mall, your majesty."

Washington playfully hits the latter's chest at the nickname, but he gets up anyway, heading straight into the shower. Bryce followed in after a few minutes. And together, they showered, got dressed, and left the penthouse to the mall. Hand in hand, and with happy smiles in their faces.

Maybe this isn't so bad afterall.

It really wasn't much. As always, he enjoyed going out into the mall with Bryce. The activity was very usual for the two of them, but somehow, today was a little different. Maybe it was the continuous christmas songs playing on the radio, or the cold winter air that wraps them. Whatever it is, it sure brought a smile to both of their faces. So Washington is thankful.

The day went by quickly. Before he even knew it, Bryce was leading him into the parking lot as they push a cart full of christmas decorations approaching their car. His boyfriend smiles at him, the kind of smile that is sure to make everyone swoon- him included. Then something in his brain snaps, and his eyes grew wide.

"You forgot to buy your gift!" Washington says.

"Did I? I didn't." Bryce says and shrugs.

"But I did not see you?"

"It is called a surprise for a reason, babe." Bryce chuckles squeezing his hands.

"You've got a point."

And now that the worry is dropped, the two enters the car. Finally driving off home as the sun slowly sets on the east side.

Four days before Christmas

It was once again, Washington's free day. Today he shares it with Rafael. There is really nothing much to do, but to continue decorating the tree and placing the gifts underneath it.

It didn't last long, a few hours after they both woke up, Rafael is already placing the star on top of the tree. And it is the last of the trinkets they'd have to put. Now there's only a few things missing– the gifts.

"You got your gifts already?" Washington asked looking at Raf who is smiling brightly at him as they make themselves comfortable on the floor, sitting beside the tree.

"I got it a few days ago actually." Rafael shrugs, "Can I go and get it first so we can place it under the tree now?"

"Of course, love." With this, Rafael stands and walks into their room. Only to return with four gift bags in hand. On each one hangs a gift tag with their names on it, including his own. "You got one for yourself, too?"

"Yes, I did." Rafael says as he puts them under the tree. Then he immediately return to Washington's side and wrapped his arms around the man. "How are you feeling about holidays so far?"

"Great. I have you guys, what's not to feel good about?" Washington says and smiles at the latter before he leans his head into Raf's shoulders, "How about you?"

"The same as you." Rafael says simply as casts yet another bright smile.

Together, they adore the tree that stands in their living room, now fully decorated with red and gold trinkets. For people who aren't feeling Christmassy, it looks nice. Washington thought. And just like that, they are ready for Christmas.

Two days before Christmas

"Why are you up so early?" Washington asked as he strides into their kitchen, seeing Ethan wearing his dark blue apron on, and his hands are already so busy kneeding a large dough.

Washington approaches the man, he stands beside the latter.

"To finish preparing for christmas eve," Ethan answers before he looks up meeting the younger's sleepy eyes. Ethan's eyes visibly softens, before he leans in to kiss the younger on the forehead. "why are you up so early?"

"Looking for warmth." He says truthfully and shrugs. Ethan chuckles at this.

"It's good that breakfast is already ready then." The older man says, briefly leaving the though to get a plate of food on the other counter.

"Will you eat with me?" Washington asked as the man placed the food on the island closest to him.

"No, I already ate with Raf and Bryce earlier."

"Understandable."

Ethan just hums in response as his focus completely falls back into the cookie dough. Washington sits on the kitchen bar stool, eating what the older man had served him. It was their usual bacon and fries, but with the mash potato that he loves so much at the side.

"Are you making christmas cookies?" Washington asked as he recognized a santa cookie cutter. It's fairly new, they didn't have it before.

"Indeed, I am," The latter smiles at him. "Sienna had told me that you liked her cookies, so I'm making it all for you now."

"You're really so sweet."

"I believe the cookie deserves that compliment instead."

Chuckling, Washington returned back to eating. And the whole day was spent with Ethan just continuously preparing foods, after another. Washington helps him whenever he can. It was a fun day, all in all. Specially when Washington gets to steal a few cookies and kisses from time to time.

And no, this holiday wasn't bad at all.

Christmas Eve

Washington sighs as the last patient in the emergency room was assessed. It was nothing serious, and he was so glad that the patient was just dehydrated. So it really wasn't much. Finally, the emergency room is now empty, they can atleast take a little rest.

Heading straight into Ethan's office, he can already see his boyfriends through the glass walls. Once he enters the room, the three smiled at him, and it is only then that he noticed their clothes. The three are wearing the same christmas sweaters, and yes, even Ethan Ramsey is wearing it with a smile.

"What's all of this about?" He asked, making his way to sit at the empty chair in the middle of Raf and Bryce, facing the older man.

"Raf's gift to us. It looks good, isn't it?" Bryce said with a grin on his face, while Washington unwraps the gift Raf had handed him earlier.

"It is good," Washington says, smiling at the thought and slipping the sweater on. "Thanks, love."

"You are most welcome."

They spent a few minutes more talking with each other. And when Washington yawns, Bryce had immediately stood, looking at his clock, "I belive our shift is over now." He says, looking over the man beside him before he smiles at the other two, "Enjoy working on Christmas Eve, you two."

"My gift would be at home." Ethan suddenly says and smiles, "You two will see it first. Raf will see it in the morning when our shift is over."

"Of course."

"Take care, you two." Rafael says and stand to give each of them a peck on the cheek. Washington does the same for Raf and Ethan.

The ride home wasn't long, especially when Washington's view is of Bryce smiling widely on the driver's seat. It was a sight that can absolutely treat sore eyes. They immediately enter the apartment once they arrived, seeing the cookie jars resting on the coffee table with each their names on it. The cookies in the jars are each different. Bryce had chocolates in them since he loves it.

'I hope these will be enough to satisfy your sweet tooth. Merry Christmas.'

Both of them smiles at this, at least now they will not pester Sienna for sugar cookies. And it was a very thoughtful gift. That being said, Washington's eyes immediately went to the man happily munching on one of the cookies.

"Where's your gift?" He asked Bryce, opening his jar of cookies to do the same.

"Under the tree," Bryce paused and smiled, 'and also hanged on our door." He says pointing at their bedroom door where a mistletoe hangs.

"Did you seriously get a mistletoe for a gift?"

"Why not when it will earn me kisses?"

"You know you could just ask." Washington shrugged.

"Now, where's the fun in that?" Bryce said and the latter nods at him.

"In the morning then, so we will all be here. Now can we take a shower and rest? I'm literally so tired." Washington says and leans back on the sofa.

"Alright then."

And on Christmas morning, when Washington awoke, he finds all three of his boyfriends sleeping beside him. Ethan and Raf must have arrived a few hours earlier. Bryce stirs and smiles at Washington before he stood and got the mistletoe out of the door, placing it on top of their bed instead.

"Good morning." Bryce says and smiles, placing a tender kiss on his forehead.

"A mistletoe kiss on the forehead?"

"It will do for a while, extremes later?" He playfully said before he leans down to do the same for Ethan and Raf. "Now, we should go to work."

"You're probably right."

With this, Washington followed Bryce into the kitchen, preparing for work. And as Bryce prepares for breakfast, Washington sat in the dining room, thinking about everything that happened during the holidays. It's Christmas, and they are all together, it's the only gift he ever needs.

And despite their schedules not matching, his boyfriends were still able to find a way to spend time together. So no, this holiday isn't bad at all.

END.

[ahsana]

Rehab ~ Dean Winchester

Chapter 1 - The Party

Summary: Gwendolyn Anderson is in her early twenties. For most people that age, they're in college or just starting to find their way. For her, she lost the person closest to her in the universe and she has to find a way to pick up the pieces because everything as she knows it as about to change. After a few events that are less than coincidental, the only thing that seems to make sense anymore is a man with green eyes and a twelve step program.

Pairing: AU!Gabriel Novak x OC!Gwen, AU!Dean Winchester x OC!Gwen & possible other variations. Stay tuned to find out ;)

Word Count: 2038

Chapter Warning: Just like every other chapter in this book so far, there will be detailed drug use, mentions of drugs, paraphernalia, mentions of death and other very sensitive topics. If this could trigger you or set you off in any way possible, I urge you not to read it. If you or someone you know is struggling with addiction, please reach out and get help. You are not alone. Always keep fighting.

Even when things were okay, I still never feared death. I've been on the edge many times; never quite falling off, but never quite holding on either.

A lot of people say overdosing was their rock bottom. It wasn't for me. Heroin is a strong word, and sometimes it even shocks me when I say it. Weird, right?

In health class as a teenager, I saw the pictures of drug addicted people and made a pact with myself in my head that I'd never become one of those people and here I am. I guess I should explain how I got here, though.

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Why did I snort that line? My nose burns, my brain hurts, and my whole body feels like it's buzzing. I'm not exactly sure where the cocaine came from or why exactly I did it but I know that I have to get out of here and fast.

Parties aren't usually my scene, but I figured since it was my last day as a teenager I might as well indulge. My surroundings aren't familiar, just some college frat party that I knew of because I attend school here, but other than that I really have no idea where I am or how I got here.

I'm searching for the exit, pushing past sweaty bodies and other young adults who reek of alcohol and marijuana. I gave up hope halfway through the search because it feels almost as if though it's impossible, so when my eyes land on the staircase in front of me I sigh gratefully.

The door at the end of the hallway is propped open slightly; a large rock wedged between so it couldn't close. The loud music was causing my ears to ring so I walked as quickly as I could and became elated when I realized the door at the end of the hallway leading to outside, giving me a chance to get some fresh air.

I push the door open and realize it's heavier than I first assumed, so I try and let it close behind me gently so it doesn't knock rock out of place. I inhale deeply and look around, only to be met with the fact that I'm on the roof somehow.

"Wow," I mutter, and make my way towards the edge of the building; my shoes making the gravel of the rooftop crunch along the way. I peered over the ledge, and for a second considered flying.

Worse case scenario, I land flat on the pavement, ultimately dying in the process or I make it to the rooftop across the way. I step onto the ledge, squat and then sit; dangling my legs over the side of the building.

My heart is pounding a hundred miles a minute, and all of a sudden tears start streaming down my face.

"I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend," I gasp out of shock because I didn't realize that I wasn't alone up here—and also because a random man is singing to me. I turn my head to face the mystery man and am pleasantly surprised. "You could cut ties with all the lies, that you've been living in," He continues, and I recognize the song and join in with him.

“And if you do not want to see me again, I would understaaaand. I would understaaand," We both sing in unison, and the stranger lets out a fit of giggles which makes me laugh in return.

"So Miss, how are you on this lovely night?" He questions.

"You aren't even going to ask me my name?" I inquire with a grin.

"Nope, don't need to." I nod in response, pretending to understand why.

“I'm doing well, by the way." I add.

"That's amazing.. or.. would be, if you were telling the truth." I cock my brow up, and he quickly adds, "I mean you wouldn't be sitting on the ledge for nothing, right?"

I shake my head in disagreement. "That's where you've got it wrong, sir."

"Sir? Do I really look that old?" He jokes.

"No, but I'm not sure what to call you since we don't need to know each other's names." The stranger sits beside me and lets his legs dangle over the building as well. I take a closer look at his features that are illuminated by the street lights below and I am captivated.

The ridge of his nose, the length of his lashes and his eyes—Wow, his eyes. It's dark, but I can tell that they're brown with a swirl of honey and it reminds me of a Hershey's bar.

"So, did you find what you were looking for?" He asks, and I shake my head no for the second time. "Well then what are you doing?" I shrug. "You're not very talkative, are you?" He asks, seeming genuinely curious.

"I am, but I'm not sure what to say. I'm at a party, drunk and high off coke, sitting with a stranger on the edge of the roof; trying to come up with something I could tell you but I'm at a loss for words here." The man gives me a goofy grin in return.

"Well. We'll probably never see each other again, so why don't you tell me your biggest secret?" I laugh out loud.

"Sir, I've known you for mere minutes and you want me to do something like that? Strange." I mumble in awe.

"I'm not from around here, so I couldn't possibly hold it against you in any way."

"Why did you come here then?" I ask.

"Free booze."

"Interesting. Here—I'll make you a deal. I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." I whisper cheekily to him and he nods his head, agreeing.

"Sure. Okay. Let's start," he thinks for a moment, "My guilty pleasure is Lazy Town, the kids show."

"Ha! That's an awful secret, shame on you!" I reply but laughing while doing so.

"Fine, fine. Um, when I was seventeen I slept with my best mate's girlfriend. He still doesn't know." He whispers guiltily.

"Wow, that's pretty deep. Are they still together?" He nods.

"Been together for eight years, married for three—with two kids."

I chuckle, "How do you know you aren't the baby daddy?"

"Timeline doesn't add up—trust me, I did the calculations as soon as she told everyone she was pregnant the summer after we graduated high school," He trailed off but then turned his head towards me, "Your turn."

I gulp, and try and think of something.

"Um... Well, I might as well go all out then. My parents are both government officials. Amelia and Doug Anderson?" I throw the names out to see if he recognizes them.

"Holy shit," He marvels. "You're Gwendolyn Anderson. I should have recognized you as soon as I seen you! You and your parents are all over TV." I sigh.

"Yeah. But call me Gwen, I hate it when people call me Gwendolyn. Anyways—That's not exactly my secret." I look towards him and he motions for me to continue.

"I don't know why I'm telling you this but.. here we go. My entire life, I've felt like the weight of the world has been on my shoulders. Ever since I was a kid my parents have been pushing me to be the best in every category there has been or ever will be. My senior year of high school was the worst, obviously because of the impending doom of getting into the best college and working on getting scholarship offers; meanwhile keeping all A's, playing volleyball and volunteering."

I continued, glancing back now and then to see if he was still paying attention and he was alert the entire time. "It got to the point where.. I needed some extra help. Adderall was basically my scapegoat and how I functioned for the entire year. My parents were so busy being wrapped up in their own lives and pushing me to my limit that they never discovered I lost myself along the way. Now I'm in college, and I'm still trying to find my way back to a happy medium. But when I looked down at the ground, I realized that for some reason it doesn't even matter anymore."

"And what do you mean by that?"

"Have you ever gotten to the point where you feel like you're just numb? Everything is grey scale and there's no color at all? I'm just going through the motions. There's no highs or lows; only this weird middle ground. I thought coming to this party tonight and getting trashed would make me feel better but it didn't change anything." He nods, knowingly. I can tell he understands. He rests his left hand on top of my right one and somehow it felt like my body couldn't get any hotter.

I should be scared, uncomfortable even. I just met this guy and don't even know his name but I'm letting him touch me like we've been friends all our lives. A sudden thought makes me speak up.

"You know, it's not really fair that you get to know my name and I don't know yours." He chuckles.

“It's Gabriel." I smile because it's very fitting. He looks like a Gabriel.

"That's a beautiful name."

He laughs, "Beautiful? More like average. Your name is beautiful."

"I wholeheartedly disagree. I have a grandma name, at least yours fits your age no matter how old you are." He smiles. We sit in silence, his hand still resting on top of mine and I take another look down at the ground.

"How long do you think it would take to reach the ground?" I ask as if he'd actually know the answer.

"For a suicidal person? Too long. For a person just looking for some answers, too fast."

“How do you know which is which?" Gabriel lets out a grunt and laughs.

"Well, do you want to die?" He asks, raising his voice but continues smiling; which is oddly contagious.

"I don't think I'd ever do anything to speed up the process, so ultimately no. Probably not."

"I guess there's an answer then." Gabriel replies.

"An answer?"

"Yeah, the one of many you're looking for. I won't have them all, though."

"B-But I thought you were an all-knowing wizard!" I gasp out sarcastically.

"No, no. But... I maybe might have one.. just for now,"

I raise my eyebrow again and ask, "What might that be?" Gabriel reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny baggie with pills inside of it.

"You might like these," he whispers gently.

"Ah, man. I don't know--"

“I'm sure drugs weren't the first thing you thought of, but maybe they'll help you forget until tomorrow." I sigh and stick my hand out apprehensively.

"What are they?" I question.

"Percocet. Strongest prescription." I nod, remember hearing some of my peers talking about it previously this week. I swallow two of them without a second thought.

« FLASHBACK OVER »

I look down at the person who brought me into this mess, and his face is quickly turning a light shade of blue.

"Gabe, God, You fucking idiot! I told you not to do that much!" I shout and dial 911 as quickly as possible.

The next thing I know, I'm sitting on the front porch steps of his apartment as they're carrying him away on a stretcher. My best friend is dead, and I can officially say I'm terrified.

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SPREAD CH.2 ARTIST SPOTLIGHT - Taylor Jamison

Hi SPREAD listeners! I hope everyone has been having a meaningful Pride month while enjoying the PRIDE playlist! The featured artist off SPREAD CH. 2 is dear friend of mine and a force to be reckoned with. Get a glimpse below of Taylor Jamison's life as an unapologetic songwriter and artist. HERE WE GO!

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Taylor: Hey hey, my name is Taylor Jamison and I’m a songwriter/singer right here in most-of-the-time-sunny Los Angeles! I’m originally from Boulder, CO, but have been living here in LA for a second now, writing for some amazing new artists, and creating some cool tunes under my name as well!

Dan: Hi Taylor! Welcome! I am so glad that u are PRIDE's featured artist. You are a songwriting beast who is constantly on the grind. I'm excited for people to hear about ur career and your thoughts about the industry, so let's get started.

Describe a typical day in the life of a songwriter. What do u enjoy the most about it?

Taylor: I’d say a typical day in the studio with me, at least, is catching up on life with whoever I’m working with, joking around, sharing funny moments of the week, usually someone has a good hook up/sex story as well. My favorite part is that, from these shared moments, a story unfolds itself. I see myself as a “Storyteller for the Ears,” so whether it’s myself singing the song or another artist, I love being able to share a moment/feeling in time through music and watching how people react to it.

Dan: I would say that u just perfectly summed up the reason songwriters do what they do! It's all about the story and the connection. In finding this connection for yourself, describe the place that makes you feel the most inspired creatively.

Taylor: I absolutely LOVE the beach because it’s so many things to me. Gentle, but powerful. Beautiful, with a dark side. Tranquil, yet full of energy. It makes me nostalgic for days passed, while making me think forward into the future. I love going out and laying by myself with a notebook, letting the sound wash over me until the words start falling out of my head onto the paper.

Dan: LA beaches are definitely hard to beat, too! I could use a beach day myself. It's a great way to reset and get those creative juices flowing. After running through all of those emotions we then get to the actual songwriting process. Now you have countless songs to ur name. Out of those, what song of yours are u most proud of? Why?

Taylor: Ooooooo, this is a hard one. I’m gonna have to have a tie on this between, “Down”, and, “The Last Time”. When putting together the production and sound scape of, “Down”, I really wanted to create a sense of longing because that’s essentially what that song is: it’s the complete taking-down of your walls for somebody because you want to fall completely into them, letting yourself be vulnerable so they know just how much you want them. For, “The Last Time”, I decided to keep that song with just piano and vocals because adding production was going to end up making it sound cheesy, and this song has such a powerful sense of nostalgia that I wanted it to almost seem completely empty, just like how you feel sometimes when you think back on someone from your past. Plus, that key change is life (have to toot my own horn on that one lolz), I want more artists to do key changes again!!!

Dan: Girl, key changes are UNDERRATED. When done just right, they can completely change a song for me. The key change in "The Last Time" makes me scream every single time. I think we could see them make a comeback.

Now, just like anyone on this journey, there are numerous high and low points. Tell us about when the music industry has maybe made you feel inadequate. How did u overcome this?

Taylor: Ummmm, the industry can make you feel inadequate on almost a daily basis if you let it, honestly. I’d be lying if I were to say that every day is a walk in the park, cause it’s not: you feel like you're constantly trying to prove to the world that you’re talented, yet it falls on deaf ears. However, I think the cure for those feelings of inadequacy is surrounding yourself with amazing people who are just as creative, driven and positive as you are, but always making sure to be humble. Nobody likes a cocky bitch, ever, lolz.

Dan: You are speaking TRUTH in this interview, girl. Surrounding yourself with positivity is almost the only way to get through those moments of feeling inadequate. And you're right, nobody enjoys being around cockiness, even though there can be a lot of that in this industry.

As you surround yourself with driven and encouraging people, I know that also includes artists u look to for inspiration. Tell us about an artist/songwriter who inspires u. What about their artistry/ability would you like to emulate in your own?

Taylor: To kick it a bit old school, I’m gonna say Elton John because I think he was so groundbreaking and just what was needed in the world to move forward progressively. He was completely unafraid to be flamboyant and unapologetically homosexual in a time that it was still not acceptable in public overall. Plus, with Bernie Taupin on the lyrics and Elton on the melodies, they made some prettyyyyyyyy amazing music that still stands the test of time, if I don’t say so myself.

Dan: Elton is a legend and an icon, especially for what he did for queer visibility in the mainstream. I had to include him as a part of the PRIDE playlist. It would have been a crime not to, honestly.

I have mentioned earlier that u are pretty much on the go all the time, whether it's working on ur own stuff or writing for other artists. In the midst of everything u have going on, how do u manage a busy schedule and stress? How do you recharge when u need to?

Taylor: I actually work WAY better on a busy schedule, so I’m a fan of back to back sessions, all week long! But, when I do need a little break, I love getting out of LA for a sec and visiting places like San Diego, Palm Springs, Santa Barbra and more. I also love having parties with my friends, dancing around, being gay, playing beer pong. Oh, and Tequila. Tequila is always an answer to stress and busy schedules (Silver Tequila only though).

Dan: I think that LA is such an encompassing city that sometimes the only solution to getting a break is getting out. I do the same thing. Also, I did not know u liked playing beer pong! I sense a duel between you and me coming soon...

Looking past u only liking silver tequila (sorry I had to throw some shade), what do u think is the biggest misconception people have about working in this industry?

Taylor: Oh lordy, probably that you can just show up in town and become a super star. Sorry to say it, but being a cocky bitch doesn’t get you very far hahah. The only way you’re becoming an overnight pop star is if mommy and daddy are loaded, or a family member is tied into a label somehow. Gotta put in the work to really earn respect from people, at least in my book.

Dan: There are many, many people that agree with u! This industry easily and quickly exposes true talent and true intention. I love how honest and open u are.

Touching on your openness, how has ur identity influenced or affected your journey as a songwriter and artist?

Taylor: I think being gay totally influences my journey as both a songwriter and as an artist because it’s not, “normal”, per say. It doesn’t fit the cookie cutter mold of what a male pop artist has been for the past 5+ decades, so it’s sometimes difficult for people to want to get behind something still so new and not fully understood. But, even though it sometimes makes the journey harder, I wouldn’t change it for the world because I feel like it brings such a unique and interesting view to songs that straight men, and even women can’t entirely relate to.

Dan: I am holding onto hope that as time continues, more queer artists will be accepted as major label and mainstream like their straight counterparts. I think that progress in this aspect will really be made by people just like u, who are unapologetically themselves. What advice would you give to up and coming LGBTQ+ songwriters and artists?

Taylor: I would emphasize not trying to hide who you are, letting it all fall out, even if it’s hard to do. We’re in a time where LGBTQ kids need role models, people that they can say they want to grow up to be like. Unlike straight men and women, LGBTQ kids have had to feel the need to hide who they are from such a young age so as to “fit in” with normal, American society; now is the time for us to live our lives to the fullest so we can keep paving the road towards the future. (I felt like a motivational speaker there on a soap box lolz.)

Dan: U are dead on. The more LGBTQ artists and musicians that are in the spotlight, the more LGBTQ kids and youth will see that it really is okay to be themselves. We have to watch out for our LGBTQ youth as much as possible because our government doesn't seem to look out for them enough...

I am sure thinking through these questions has made u, in a way, look back on your own journey as an artist and songwriter. So what would you has been the biggest highlight of your career as an artist/songwriter so far?

Taylor: I think one of the coolest moments so far was opening for Bonnie McKee at OC Pride in 2014. Even though I now look back on my outfit and shake my damn head, it was so amazing to meet her in person, definitely one of my songwriting idols!

Dan: Hahaha, that's incredible. How cool that u were able to open for her at a Pride event! She is a songwriting queen. Definitely an idol of mine, too! (For those of you that don't know Bonnie, u can thank her for hits like 'Teenage Dream,' 'California Gurls,' 'Dynamite,' and 'Hold It Against Me.')

Taylor, it's time for my signature question. What artist/album/song have u had on repeat lately?

Taylor: Ok, album for SURE would be Kehlani’s, “Sweet Savage Sexy”: that shit is AMAZING. I’m also digging The 1975, Jon Bellion, Blackbear and Julia Michaels. “Issues”-Julia Michaels, “Do-Re-Mi”-Blackbear, “Escape”-Kehlani, “Bad Liar”-Selena Gomez and “Death Wish”-Terror Jr are definitely the go-to songs on repeat currently!!!

Dan: This list is SO solid. U know Kehlani has a soft spot in my heart. I was so excited to include her on SPREAD CH.2 as well!

Now that we are sadly wrapping up this Artist Spotlight, how can we check out ur music and stay up to date with ur releases/posts? Anything we should especially be on the lookout for?

Taylor: My Insta/Twitter handle is @TaylorJamison77, and you can listen to my shit on Spotify, Apple Music, iHeart Radio and more under Taylor Jamison! Also, you can check out Matthew John’s EP, “Chain Reaction” on all streaming sites as well (I wrote the title track, “Chain Reaction”!). In the next few months I’ll be having some new music come out, as well as some more releases with other artists (follow me on Insta for the most up to date info, as I share mostly on there. Plus, my InstaStory’s are usually pretty fun, from what I’ve heard!)

Dan: I can attest that Taylor is very fun to follow on social media! Everyone PLEASE go check his pages and his music out, and then go give his song '(Never Gonna) Change For You' another listen on PRIDE! Thank u so much for being so real with us, girl. I cannot wait to see ur name in lights one day.

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Thank u for tuning into the second SPREAD Artist Spotlight! Big thanks to Taylor Jamison for serving some tea today and giving us a closer look at his career as a gay singer/songwriter.

I hope u all enjoy the last few days of PRIDE month! I can't believe it's almost over. In just a couple of days a new playlist will be gracing the SPREAD website, and this one is about to be veryyy refreshing... ;)

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