#british jump scare tw

[laurrrelise]

okay so who was going to tell me mickey garnett from the beekeeper has the craziest fucking sleeper build ‼️‼️

like i don’t know who i want more… him or derek?

[drefear]

Hail to the King

Chapter 3: The Start

Summary: Miguel O’Hara is the head of the biggest mafia family in Nueva York, scaring almost all of its citizens. Except you. And that’s exactly what he needs.

TW: implied smut, public, psychical domestic abuse, angst, Miguel is a real piece of work and kinda spoiled

AN: this one’s a little bit short and intense, but the next part should be a bit juicer :)

The morning started with sunlight blaring into your eyes as you squinted at your alarm clock.

8am.

8AM?!

Jumping to your feet, you tripped onto the floor over an unpacked box and felt your knee go numb for a moment. Getting back up and grabbing your phone, you glance at your phone. 6:15 am, you breathed a breath of relief. You’d have to remember to reset the time on your bedside so that didn’t scare you again. You move to kneel by one of the boxes and pull out some of your jackets and sweaters, laying them out on your bed and looking over them. Glancing back at the designer garment bags and shoe boxes in your new closet, your mind was set. It was time to show Miguel that you were your own person, and he couldn’t control you even if he was your boss.

Applying some natural makeup and placing your hair in curls, you were done with your appearance. How could anyone look down on you now, with how put together you looked? Slipping on the white silk blouse you’d bought, you paired it with a gray pencil skirt and a delicate gold necklace. You slipped on a pair of red bottom nude shoes and flattened the front of the skirt in the mirror, putting your shoulders back to measure yourself up and overlook your appearance.

As much confidence as you felt a moment ago while getting ready, now it was time to face the music and actually go to work, which somewhat terrified you after the affairs of last night. Eyes faltering, you played with the button on your sleeve and heard a knock at your door, brows furrowing in apprehension. You paused before you grabbed your bag and opened your front door, looking up to see a man in a black jacket with chains and rips all over it, strategically placed. Dreads covering his eyes a bit, he had a few piercings and looked at you with no expression whatsoever. Your hands held your purse a little tighter from nerves as this intimidating stranger was at your door.

“I’m ‘er ta take you to work.” He said as he glanced at one of his gloves as if he was inspecting something. You nodded, reaching out to shake hands with him, but he just smirked. “Name’s Hobie, but they call me Punk.” He jutted his chin towards the elevator. “We meetin’ the big man in the lobby.” His back turned and he walked to the metal doors as you just followed, locking your home before quickening your pace to catch up with his leisurely stride.

Silence followed you both like a scent brought into a room, slowly wafting around with nowhere to go. The feeling wasn’t uncomfortable, but it wasn’t familiar and relaxed either. Almost similar to a party where you don’t know anyone, but you can still have a good time.

“So you gave him the what for?’ His british drawl interrupted your pitiful thoughts and made you look up at him.

“I guess I did.” You laughed a bit and he smirked, looking ahead again.

“Good. He could use someone remindin’ ‘em he’s still human.” The way he spoke was almost as if you being stubborn and abrasive was amusing to him, like it was a show he was watching. “Be nice havin’ someone else with no fear to give it back to ‘em.”

“We all need to be spoken to as equals. That’s at least how I feel.” You answered, checking your watch and straightening up.

“You couldn’t’a said it any betta.” He nodded as the doors opened and stepped out right away, as if he couldn’t wait to be free. My eyes met with Miguel’s as he stood in the lobby on the phone.

“Yes, I-“ his words stopped short as his eyes roamed my body, obviously checking out my clothing after his comment yesterday. His eyes found mine once more and spoke again, “I’m busy now, goodbye.” He hung up without hesitation. “Is that what you’re wearing?”

You were stunned. This again?

“Yes?”

“Are you asking or telling me?” He replied and your anger began to boil.

“I’m telling you but you’re making me think I dressed wrong.”

“You did. Do you expect any of my men to be able to focus while you’re wearing that tight skirt?” He took a step forward, attempting to intimidate you with his size. Once again, you wouldn’t give in.

“Tell them to try harder. I’m not going to change because your men can’t handle seeing a woman’s body in a tight outfit without having to touch her. Fuck that.” You raised your voice at the end and he tilted his chin up, contemplating his next thoughts.

“Fine, but you won’t leave my side today. That way, if anyone misbehaves, I’ll know about it first and I can handle it correctly.” He turned once he was done speaking and waved for you both to follow. “And when I’m not with you, I want Hobie or Jess with you. They know enough about how everything works, so they can handle these matters.”

With that, he was gone again and you looked at Hobie.

“I’m wit’ you. Don’t let ‘em touch you just cause ya hot. Stab ‘em in the jugular.” He added and strolled past you to get into the car.

“Stab- what?” You stuttered and then got in. It was going to be a strange day.

Aside from the looks, though, it went by perfectly smooth. No one even dared flirt with you and everything was perfectly professional. You expected hound dogs and catcalls, but nothing transpired and you mentally rolled your eyes at your boss. He could be so over dramatic.

Your heels clacked against the tile as you walked towards Miguel’s office, which was next door to yours, and you knocked when you saw the door closed.

“Come in.” He answered, but you heard another person in there. You opened the door and saw no one else. Strange. “Make it fast, I’m busy.” He glared up to you as he glanced to your eyes and then back to his computer screen.

“You have a guest waiting downstairs, he said he has inside information on the Octavius family-” You said, then stopped abruptly at the sound of… gagging?

Damnit, not this again…

“Miguel, let the poor girl breathe, she’d obviously had her mouth full this whole time.” You rolled your eyes and glanced at your tablet. “You’re insatiable.” You mumbled and turned, hearing him sigh and roll his chair out for a moment, then watching a girl get out from under his desk. It was a different girl from yesterday, and she wiped her mouth to get off the dried drool and whatever else it was. He leaned on his elbow and pouted a bit, glancing towards the window. “And put it away.” You added, turning your head from the two of them. He sat back and tucked himself in, “thank you, now get prepared for your guest. He’s taking a big risk, coming here with this.” You sent him a deadly look and watched the girl moved awkwardly as he yanked her hand and sat her on his lap.

“Send him in.”

You rolled your eyes and inhaled an exasperated breath. “You are the absolute worst.” Your resentment was evident on your face as he nodded towards the door. “Fine. But I’m not going to apologize for you being a tool.” You walked out of the room as the girls’ faces turned completely red.

The next few weeks went by smoothly, nothing went awry or caused issues. Everyday was basically the same. Get up, get ready, go to work…

And do your best to not be disgusted by Miguel’s insane, untamed, and sexually uncouth tendencies.

Every day, he had a few different sexual activities scheduled. Sometimes, you’d call him and be put on speaker while he slammed into the back of the red head from floor 4, and other days, he’d blatantly tell you to come to his office and discuss notes for the meeting while fingering the brunette from finance. You’d just sigh and ignore the moans and uncomfortable squishing sounds.

A few times, he’d called you about an issue after work and you’d hear pornographic sounds in the background.

You didn’t ask. You told yourself you didn’t want to know, but that was a lie. Most of the time, if you were in front of him, he kept it in his pants, so you’d never actually seen what he was working with, but the sounds of most of the women he was with seemed fake, so you assumed it wasn’t anything to write home about.

Two more weeks went by peacefully with this routine. Until one night after you’d gone to sleep…

Buzz buzz buzz… buzz buzz buzz…

Buzz buzz buzz… buzz buzz buzz…

Grumbling, you opened one eye to see your phone vibrating relentlessly. You finally answered, rubbing your face a bit.

“Mmm?” You could barely speak, your brain not fully awake yet.

“Why didn’t you pick up right away?” His voice was angry and you didn’t have to energy to put up with his bullshit attitude.

“Because my hours are 8am to 6pm, and house visits are not included, so watch how you’re fucking talking to me while I’m off the clock.” You hissed and turned on the lamp you’d bought for next to your bed. It was pretty, from a thrift store and you’d loved it the second you’d seen it.

“I’m still your boss.”

“Not at this second. Right now, you’re a nuisance. Now spit it out before I hang up.”

Silence.

“Ok, I’m done-”

“Fine. I need you to call for an escort for an event next week. My previous date had a fight with her husband and will not be able to make it.” He spoke slowly and you sighed.

“Did you fuck her? Is that why?” You don’t know why you even asked, since it wasn’t your business and you already knew the answer.

He was quiet again. “Miguel, you fucking ass. Do I need to hire someone else for her job too?” You questioned and he mumbled a barely audible ‘yes,’ under his breath. “So I’m genuinely curious. Do you have any self control or does your dick handle your brain waves?”

“Enough, just call the fucking escort.” He grumbled and you massaged your temples.

“So you’re telling me that this couldn’t wait until the morning?”

“I wanted it done as soon as possible, and I didn’t want anyone else to hear about it.” Ah, so he was embarrassed, you thought. Maybe he does have a conscience.

“Why not ask one of the other bimbos you use as stress relief?”

“I don’t want this to happen to one of them either.”

“Are they all married?” You huffed, erasing that mental note of his morality.

“Aside from Lyla, all of the women in the office are. It’s part of why I hired you as well. I’ve been told-”

“What?” You interrupted, scrunching your nose. “I’m not married.”

“Your background check said that you were.”

“Oh.” You whispered, “I’m… well… it’s complicated.” You looked around, “But my personal life isn’t the point, I’ll call the agency in the morning.” You tried to cut it short, but all you heard were footsteps. “Hello?”

“I’ll be at your door in two minutes.” And the phone call ended, with you staring at the screen. You hadn’t even gotten out of bed, how were you supposed to deal with this?

Two minutes later, a knock was heard as you raced to the door and threw your hair up in a bun. It didn’t help that you slept naked, so you tugged on a t-shirt and a pair of panties before throwing your robe on top. He stood there, white v-neck t-shirt and gray sweatpants. (Of fucking course he was wearing those.)

You were standing silently as he looked down with an unreadable expression. Without a word, he picked up your hands and scanned them. Then he walked in and looked around. You watched his movements begrudgingly.

“You know, this is highly unprofessional.” You cleared your throat. “And you can’t just walk into my-”

“I paid for this apartment.”

“I didn’t ask for it.” You threw back at his rude comment. He narrowed his eyes around and then back to you. “So what the hell is the point of this all?”

“I called you after she called me and told me what had happened.” Your silence prompted him to speak again, “she said she was filing for divorce from her husband because she was in love with me.” Oh. Your jaw dropped a bit as he showed no reaction. “I fired her.”

“You are heartless.”

“I’m focused.” He corrected and glanced around the living room once more. “Your record said you were married.”

“As of a few months ago, I’m divorced.” You announced, avoiding his eyes and biting the inside of your cheek. The truth was it was still fresh, and you couldn’t bring yourself to talk about it with anyone. Not even Gwen or Jess or Lyla knew, but you guessed now that wasn’t true since Lyla was the one who told Miguel that you were married.

“How come you still come up as married?”

“He won’t sign the papers…” You rubbed the back of your neck, moving to sit on your couch and having a feeling this conversation was going to be a long one. After a second, you assumed he was waiting for you to keep speaking and you complied with the silent command. “He still lives in my hometown, but he’s tried contacting me. At first, it was constant, all day every day and night. But then, it slowed down. He tried coming here to visit once, but he didn't have my new address. It’s part of why I didn’t put up a fight when you wanted me to move.”

You both sat in a tense and emotional silence, wringing your hands from anxiety.

“Why’d you leave him?” His voice was deeper, more gentle as he asked. Memories flooded behind your eyes as his question echoed in her head.

You screamed as you heard a snap, his face dangerously close to yours. “You knew he was looking at you! You wanted him!” The smell of alcohol was strong in your nose as he spit while yelling at you. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you whimpered, his grip on your limp wrist painful and you saw that your arm was beginning to swell. He wasn’t backing off, he didn’t believe you, he was so drunk.

“Eddie, please… I love you, I could never want anyone else.” You whispered and raised the other hand to hold his cheek, watching his facial expression change and soften. “I’m your girl. Only your girl, forever. We promised, we vowed… right?” Your voice was cautious, soft. His hold on your definitely broken wrist lessened and you moved slowly to cradle your limp limb. Tears fell more freely as the pain soared and you shook in the shock.

“You’re my girl… I’ll fix this.” He kissed your knuckle as you looked at him with fear. “Let’s get you to the hospital, you took a nasty fall.” He looked down at you and you understood his silent command, one you already knew too well. Years of enduring this had molded you to his creation, a being a fear and surrender.

“I don’t think that’s important to our relationship as boss and employee.” Your whole body stiffened as you remember that memory, one of your hands moving to hold the wrist that had been broken.

“It is if this person decides to come here. He already seems like he’s not complying with your divorce, what if he shows up unannounced again?” He leaned forward on his knees as he stared at you with an underlying tone in his voice as he spoke. He knew.

“His name is Eddie.” Your voice cracked saying his voice, as if it physically broke you to re-live him. “And he would hurt me.” You whispered through gritted teeth, hating admitting that you were perishable and his hands were how you learned that about yourself. Miguel’s expression softened slightly.

“You can admit that, now you have to make sure you never let anyone make you feel that way again.” He announced, and stood. “You’ll begin self defense training with me.” He rolled his shoulders and you just listened, nodding. You weren't used to being so docile anymore, especially not with your boss, but this was different. This would benefit you and help you become stronger, someone that no one could manhandle ever again.

“When do we start?”

Your work outfit

Chapter 2 Chapter 4

[annahxredaxted]

New neighbor (sweethearts Version)

Characters: Milo/Sweetheart

Type: slice of life

Tw: cursing.

The neighbor in question is female, please don’t come for me.

(It was a poll)

————

Sweetheart swiftly strode into the room, shorts and a tee shirt, relaxed and at ease. When they’d walked into the living room, they’d caught milo inspecting their bookshelf, now now of course milo was allowed to read from it. But it was in fact the books they’d hoarded since their teen years, and the specific genres didn’t seem like they’d appeal to Milo.

“Whatcha looking for stink-butt?” They jokingly asked, poking out behind him, resting their head on his shoulder.

He jumped at the sudden voice.

“God damnit sweetheart! You damn near gave me a heart attack!” He proclaimed breathing heavily, one hand clutching his tank top, bending over, with his other hand on his knee.

“Sorry Milo,” they chuckled to themselves, kissing his cheek “,it just riles you up to much to not scare you.”

He rolled his eyes, bringing them in his embrace, sourly hugging them. “Whatever you fuckin monster.” He mocked, kissing their head.

“Anyways,” they started, looking at Milo then back at the heavily stuffed bookcase. “,what are you lookin to read?” They asked, raising their eyebrows.

He looked at them, moving his hands to their waist.

“Ehh I dunno. I’m just sick of watching TV, ‘was looking for something to sit down and read.” He explained away, rubbing light circles in his sweethearts waist.

“Oh yeah that makes sense,” they muttered. “, I just don’t think you’d have interest in any of these- well actually hold on.” They broke of contact with Milo, turning to the shelf.

“You might like this one. It’s not bad. By bad I mean scary- like at all.” They chuckled, handing him some random Nancy drew book.

“Fitting.” He chuckled, picking the book up readying the blurb in a British accent.

“Shut up you asshole.” They laughed out loud, playfully slapping him upside his head.

He smiled lopsidedly, his canine tooth sticking out the bottom of his upper lip.

They smiled back at their beautiful boyfriend, gazing deeply into his enchanting sea foam eyes, observing his face, his freckles, scars, moles, and itty bitty hairs poking out from when he’d shaven earlier that day. They thought about how much they’d loved him. And always would love them.

“I love you milo” Sweetheart said, raspiness in their voice at their attempt to whisper. Milo smiled bigger, one of his eyes almost shutting.

“I love you too baby.”

They smiled, resting their head against his shoulder.

“Oh wait sweetheart i forgot something in the car, here come with me it’s for you.” Milo stated, moving swiftly towards the front door.

“What? Like a gift?,” they asked. Milo nodded. They begrudgingly groaned “,Milo…” they held the O longer than necessary.

“Oh come on Sweetheart. I swear I know you don’t like gifts, and I didn’t set out to buy you one, but I saw it and thought of you so I just had too!” He defended himself smiling.

They rolled their eyes and followed him out to His car.

As they walked outside they saw a woman, about their age, walking up to their house, holding flowers.

Sweetheart raised an eye brow.

“Here I’ll handle this you get the thing.” They whispered to milo, he nodded. They walked up to the woman, meeting her halfway.

The Woman smiled, Sweetheart recognized her— she was their neighbor across the street. She has a husband in the military, If the flag on her house had anything to say about it.

“Hi, Can I help you?” Sweetheart asked politely

“Hii I’m Katy, I’m your neighbor. Welcome into the neighborhood.” She exclaimed.

Sweetheart nodded with a smile “thank you.” They muttered.

Katy looked at them, then at the house behind them. “Is your husband home?” She asked, looking around.

“My- My.. Husband..?,” they paused “,oh you mean Milo. No he’s my boyfriend, and yeah he’s home, just in the garage.” They explained away.

“Boyfriend?..” Katy repeated with a gleam in her eyes. “,how long?” She asked with a shred of hope.

“Oh uh six years. Nearly seven.” They stated, sticking their hands in their pockets.

That surely made Katy feel a wee less hopeful.

She scowled oh so slightly, a fake smile plastered on her face.

“Oh well I’d love To meet him. You know, get to know the new neighbors.” She said, grinning.

“Oh sure,” sweetheart started “, Milo! Can you come here please!” They yelled, facing the garage, seeing milo walk out with a bag in hand.

Said action made Katy’s eyes literally light up, she straightened her posture, brushing her shirt off.

“Hey there,” he said with a bit of gruffness to his voice “, nice to meet ya, I’m Milo.” He introduced himself, holding his hand out to shake hers.

She immediately grabbed his hand, shaking it lightly, as her hand pulled away, she caressed his knuckles, being sure to go slower than necessary.

Sweetheart nearly died laughing, but they maintained themselves, stifling their laughter.

“Pleased to.. meet you I guess.” Milo muttered.

“Pleasures all mine.” She winked, “oh! Here’s the flowers- fresh from my garden, picked specifically for you two.” She said, snootily Turning her head away from sweetheart.

They couldn’t help but let out a quick laugh at her action.

She snapped her head at them.

“Something funny?” She asked with a fake smile, raising a brow with a sick cold look in her eyes.

Sweetheart immediately stopped. “No.” They muttered, looking down with a smirk being hidden on their face. “,just..allergies.” They explained away

“I think we need to go back to our—,” milo thought for a second. “The stove! It’s running we need to head inside, right Sweetheart?” He asked smiling at them

“Stove— oh yes! Our stove!” Sweetheart agreed, going along with Milo.

They both smiled, stifling laughter, walking swiftly back to the front door as Katy yelled a hasty ‘goodbye’

•••

The two of them closed the door, chuckling slightly before walking further into the living room.

“Some people are extremely bad at being secretive.” Milo said rubbing his head.

“You got that right. Oh my god I think if I turned away for even a second she woulda pounced.” Sweetheart laughed breathily rubbing their eyes.

Milo laughed, pulling them closer, peppering their cheek in kisses and rubbing their back, in between laughs.

“Mmm I love you..” milo muttered against their neck leaving a lightly kiss.

They smiled, looking him in the eye.

“I love you..More..” they cackled with a smile before milo and kissed them and said,

“Let’s not start that.” He laughed

“Let’s not”

“After all, everyone knows I love you more than you ever could.” Milo said before laughing and kissing them once more.

••••

Taglist!!!!

@itsdaifuku @verrverii @youisagayhooman @darlin-collins @shellssstuff

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fics Named After Colors (4) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three

A Blue Starfall - wavydanrises

Summary: Phil is a botanist who enjoys going on hikes through the woods, when someday he walks into someone quite… particular. He didn’t believe in coincidences, so maybe it really was fate that guided his steps.

a rose by any other name (would smell as sweet) (ao3) - truerequitedlove

Summary: Dan and Phil are finally able to foster a child, and a shy teenager shows up at their door with long messy hair and an averted gaze.

A Rose of Winter (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: All Daniel wanted to do was escape the stifling life as a Stark of Winterfell and travel the world. Between the looming threat North of The Wall and the den of lions in the capital, he unexpectedly finds love in the midst of a war set to tear Westeros apart. Caught between loyalty to his family and duty, he is torn in a thousand directions that all point to one man: Philip Flowers.

Black And White (And Screaming Color) (ao3) - mysticstargirl

Summary: (tw) The one where Dan is a teenager admitted to the hospital after his lung cancer hits a particularly nasty bump, and he hates it- but a beaming, beautiful, bright-eyed nurse named Phil Lester makes everything a bit better. Dan is shades and layers of grey-black-white, but Phil is screaming color. The world is printer ink on cheap paper, Dan is thick, messy acrylic paint on rough paper, and Phil is pastel, watercolor stains on hot pressed canvas. Everything fades with time, even masterpieces.

Black Nails and Thick Thighs (ao3) - phandomsub

Summary: When Dan grows his nails out to paint them, it sparks a chain-reaction of fantasies in Phil’s head.

Colours (ao3) -  htmllost

Summary: Dan liked thinking of people as colours. One shot.

Covered In The Colors - danthequeenofmemes

Summary: (tw) Phil is a boy who sees people as colors, but Dan is the brightest of them all.

Explaining the Rainbow - crescendohowell

Summary: Dan is colourblind so Phil explains all the colours to him.

Galaxies and Greenhouses (ao3) - fourthingsandawizard

Summary: When Dan meets a boy with piercings and a dragon tattoo while shopping in Diagon Alley, he’s pretty quick to jump to conclusions, much to his own embarrassment. But as they become fast friends, they both come to see that sometimes the most important lessons learned at Hogwarts are the ones that happen without a wand.

Grayscale (ao3) - orphan_account 

Summary: Danielle is 15 when she looks at the mirror and says out loud, “I am a boy. I am gay. My name is… Dan,” she picks, moving her hands outwards in front of her chest.

 For a moment, she feels comfortable and happy.

Green Sofa (ao3) - Scuddleduck

Summary: This might be Phil’s favorite place in this house to fuck, he thinks. The beds are nice, and they’ve certainly tested the integrity of the office chairs a time or two, but this green couch in the nerd cave, it really is his favorite.

grey (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: dan wakes up in the hole again. phil tries to take care of him, but sometimes not even phil is enough.

Grey Areas And Expectations (ao3) - celestialfics (orphan_account), danthrusts

Summary: When Mr. Howell and Mr. Lester both start their first years of teaching in America at the same time, the students notice their mutual British accents and immediately get to work snooping, observing, and theorizing. The curiosity of the students added to the constant “threat” of fellow teacher Ms. Christensen equals nothing short of a chaotic school year full of memes, plants, and maybe a little bit of needed privacy in the teachers’ lounge closet.

It’s the Blue of Your Eyes & the Way You’re Scared, Love - glitteraccent

Summary: Soulmate (Color)! & Blind!Phil au

Matte Black (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: Dan paints his nails in Dublin - tries to anyway.

Orange (ao3) - MEOW_I_am_a_cat

Summary:Sequel to Grey. Love isn’t always perfect. Sometimes it is, but sometimes it’s not. Sometimes it’s messy, sometimes it’s hard. Sometimes it’s… orange.

Silver Polish (ao3) - phandomghostwriter

Summary: Phil goes to Tesco to pick up some needed items and clear his mind and he finds an impulse item that brings up some emotional feelings. Or the fic in which I imagined Phil having silver nail polish on for 2 seconds and was like yeah that should be a thing.

Silver Shadows - talkingibberish

Summary: There’s a castle on a mountain; an urban myth for some, and a home to others. For Dan Howell and Phil Lester, it’s their home. At eleven years old, they left their unaccepting families and went to Silver Shadows Academy; a school for LGBT teenagers. They hit it off from day one, and as they discover their identities, they fall more and more in love.

The Colour Bandit and The Outsider - indiestripper

Summary: Everything Dan touches turns grey and he feels ashamed of his power. Then one day a man moves into the neighboring flat who turns everything a rainbow of colors including Dan’s life.

Writing About Blue Eyes - crescendohowell

Summary: Phil moved to a small town in order to help run the family restaurant. He only planed to be there for a year but he doesn’t account for Dan, the writer who loves the town and surrounding forest he calls home. While Phil doesn’t want to hurt Dan when he moves away, he can’t help falling in love with soft smiles, endless conversations, and the boy who always carries a journal.

[zazagundam]

Literally get jump scared when I see Bridget guilt gear and she's not tagged as "tw British"

[abominationcreator]

The Quiet Forest

TW: Homophobia, transphobia, abuse of curtains.

You and your fiancé, Mark, wake up miraculously within mere moments of each other. The hotel bed you share, barely large enough to house you both, forces you close, his bosom pressed to the thick layer of hair adorning your chest like a bath mat while his soft, perfect hair, rests against your neck. You slowly untangle from each other and don your clothing. You are going camping with your parents, and you will reveal your engagement. His dad has not been very approving of your relationship, but you hope that confronting him like this will open his eyes, or make him at least shut up.

After having prepared for the day and re-packed all of your belongings, you both exit the hotel. You begin to peruse online and find some of the folk lore of the forest you'll be camping in whilst your fiancé drives you both to the campsite. There was a missing persons case in the 40s, some cabin owner who went missing in the woods. It was dramatized for a few years, turning the town into a tourist destination, because of the fact the agent was working for the federal government. This tale nearly died off after a few years, but the sudden disappearance of his cabin jump-started the media, bringing enough tourists to turn the quiet town into a proper city. You find the story ludicrous, but your fiancé disagrees, obviously scared by the eerie nature of the tale woven before him. You make an effort to assure them, it's been 80 years after all. This works a little, to assure his anxious mind, but they still appear somewhat worried. He is often worried about such things, but the way his face scrunches up in that cute way always makes you smile. Such a reminder of your love is adorable...

Sorry, back to the tale. Ahem, now, at this point in the drive, you are entering the woods. A satisfyingly, subtle drop in elevation as you enter puts you at ease. You open your window to take in the sounds of the woods, but there is none but the sound of your automobile. You watch the fallen leaves turn to powder behind you in the side view mirror, but you don't hear a noise. Even the wind you're accustomed to at 20+ MPH, the wind you feel assaulting your every pore, is silent as it batters your eardrums. You decide to shrug it off as a side effect of the testosterone supplements, though this does little to calm your nerves. No- don't do-, tell- ugh. Instead of actually talking with Mark about your anxieties, you just keep them to yourself and shut the window. Like a fool. You don't even ask your partner about the side effects of testosterone supplements and birth control, let alone telling them about your sudden onset apparent hearing loss. Dumbass.

You continue your dumbassery until you arrive at your campsite: a clearing, lush with grass and moss, surrounded on nearly all sides by tress, dense shrubbery. The dirt road you came here on is the only interruption to the seemingly impenetrable wall of green. Your beloveds parents are already here, setting up their tent for the night despite the fact it's only 6 PM. You greet Marks parents with your usual hearty "Hello", receiving no more than a nod from his dad, Gabriel, but his mother, Elizabeth, waves to you and gives you a smile through her uneven, British teeth. You begin to unpack your belongings from the vehicle while Mark greets his parents, popping an antihistamine for his fungal allergy. While unloading, you find the box containing your rings. You handle them with great care, placing them within your pocket so as to protect them. You unpack all of your belongings, placing the food items in a sealed container and beginning to carefully set up your tent, opposite the campfire from Gabe and Livs tent. As the sun began to set you and Mark awayed to your tent, so you could change into evening-wear.

Your stylish, striped pajamas and evening sandals, Marks plain black t-shirt and ponytail; You're a pretty hot couple. You head out, and grab one of the rods so you can begin roasting marshmallows for the particularly gooey confection you call "Some Mores". These "Some Mores", a confection of chocolate, marshmallow, and Grahamed crackers, are a favorite of Gabe. Hopefully this will place him into a good mood. You tell him you have something to tell him. Mark adds a "We" and places his hand in yours. You take out the rings, handing Marks his and putting on your own. Gabe looks shocked, but Liv looks... disturbed. Gabe is surprised, sure, but he looks like he's... smiling? Elizabeth looks like she was just informed you both have every terminal disease known to man and Me. She stands, eyes moist with anguish, and runs off into the woods. Gabe tells Mark you'll talk about this when he returns and runs off after her, calling her name. He fades into silence much faster than it seems he should. You hope you aren't going deaf; could this be a reaction between the Birth Control and the Testosterone, you wonder? No, your rational mind tells your lying ass brain. There is something wrong. You hear Mark just fine, your phone just fine, and his parents just fine. These woods are wrong.

You are broken from these thoughts by your lover, crying. You go to him, wrapping him in your embrace, but he breaks out and walks a few steps away. Through tears he tells you he needs to go after his parents. "2 50+ year olds, running in the woods at night? I-I couldn't live with myself if they got hurt because of me. I-I'll be back soon." He ran off, before you could stop him. You sat down, processing that Marks dad wasn't homophobic. While he is certainly still transphobic, the realization his homophobia was a facade for his wife, the woman who baked you cake and made you feel at home all those times, is enough of a shock to lull you to sleep. You don't know what time it is when you wake up, but you feel like you're being watched. Your phone is dead. Your watch is dead. Your car has... disappeared. Along with the road. This is new. You look around, your campsite has been overgrown with moss and a few collapsed branches. The tents have been collapsed, the curtainous entrances have been torn asunder. You look in the direction Mark and his parents went off in. You pass the bushes, the clouds and the canopy obscuring your view and causing you to nearly lose their trail. You trip over something. You look down, it's Gabes shoe. A tree has grown through it. There is something wrong with this forest, you finally realize. You stupidly shake off this feeling, and continue on the path. You find Marks antihistamines, and take them with you. He might need them. You keep running, eventually reaching another clearing. A humanoid figure is in the center. You run to it. It's... a natural art piece. A bush, wired to grow in the shape of a person. But... there are no wires. Just... crooked, British, wooden teeth... It's Liv. She's a bush. You run back to where you found Marks antihistamines, and look for him, but he isn't there. You run back to Gabes shoe, but instead of your beloved fiancé, you find his dad. Gabe is on the ground, a wooden statue of himself instead of a wooden representation with the occasional, sharp wooden feature. His nose is broken inward, but you tripped over his legs. You see the imprint of Marks ring on the wood. Your fiancé punched his father over something. Could he have been defending you, you wonder? You hold back your loving tears and run, eager to find your beloved in the hopes you haven't lost them. The silence around you is deafening as you run. Despite having recently gotten up from a rest, and exercising regularly, you feel yourself growing weary quickly. You spot, ahead, a clearing with a grand shape in the center. Could it be Mark, could my love have lived on as a tree? But no... you rush ahead to find a huge mushroom, with a humanoid figure on the ground next to it, made of solid mycelia. The chest has been exploded outwards... the lungs are in pieces... there are chunks of mycelial ribs all over the clearing. The fungal allergy killed him before this forest could take him from you. How was this fair, forest? The homophobe, taken painlessly? The transphobe hardly tapped before his death? The cute, sweet gay man, consumed from the inside out, and possibly left conscious to feel his exploded chest cavity for the rest of his days. But... what will become of you? You return to the campsite, tired. As you sit in the chair, you notice your hands are wooden... and ablaze. You can't hear the fire burn. The world is silent around you as the fire overtakes you. And your ashes are taken by my Quiet Forest.

Thanks for listening to my stream.

[lost-the-plot-reviews]

1917  - 2019 ��                                Dir. Sam Mendes

Date Watched: May 8, 2023         Platform: BBC iPlayer (until Jun 7th)

TW: War, Gore, Blood, Explosions, Gunfire, Death, Burn Victims, Loud Noises, Jump-scares

Synopsis: Set in the intense trench warfare of the First World War, 1917 follows two British Lance Corporals Blake and Schofield as they are sent to deliver an urgent message to an isolated regiment to prevent 1,600 men from walking into a deadly trap. The mission sees the pair cross no man’s land and through supposedly abandoned enemy trenches to deliver the orders before it’s too late. Shot and edited to create the illusion of being one continuous take. 1917 follows the two courageous men through every step of their dangerous journey.

Rating: 5/5

Review: Again something I have been meaning to get round to watching and I have this on DVD so absolutely no excuse but as someone who isn’t so connected with war strategies and army jargon like the generations before me, purposely watching a period war epic wasn’t really on my immediate to do list. However when I found this film showing on BBC2 I decided to sit tight and make the time and I am so pleased that I did. Following the main characters through trenches and no man’s land in war torn France through one “continuous” shot means you don’t miss anything out, there are next to no gaps in the protagonists story that could leave you confused or distracted. I felt like a video game particularly the way the camera pans around the characters. Following this story in such closed parameters as this allows you as a viewer to experience the gruesome and terrifying atrocities of WW1 close-up but not so much that it can overwhelm. The characters are always moving, they have to be determined to just get to their destination no matter what so we don’t have time to dwell on the rat infested mine shaft or the mass of dead bodies damming the river. There are plenty of jump scares which again reminded me of a video game just a bit. These scares aren’t overused and are a very effective way to have the grim reality of war acknowledged by the characters and the story. The fear of every breath being your last is very real in this film and the story doesn’t shy away from sudden deaths. Even with the characters’ need to keep going desensitising them from the horrors around them, there are some extremely emotional beats in moments where I as a viewer felt like I needed to cry just by the sheer rollercoaster I felt I had gone on with the protagonists. The ending isn’t necessarily a happy one but, with the help of a score by Thomas Newman, the film ends on a hopeful note. Rather than a joyful ending the emotion is more relief as the script could’ve ended on a far gloomier note and you are incredibly thankful it didn’t.

This war epic feels like one of the most accessible I have seen as the no-visible-cuts approach in the edit does wonders for the pacing. It could have ran for an extra hour and I probably would not have noticed. Even one of the major plot points that happened at the half way mark had me questioning if it was too early for that to happen but only because I had felt like it had barely been on ten minutes. I say that as a compliment because with my attention span and tendency to tune out of media even when I am actually interested in it, this film engaged me from start to finish to the point that I didn’t want to leave the room for anything. I wish I’d seen this in the cinema at the time but again gritty war epics aren’t really marketed to me and maybe they should but also maybe I should be more open minded. Also I am like an OG George McKay stan (I voted for him when he was nominated for BAFTA Rising Star and I’m still sad he didn’t win) and I think his performance in this should’ve been more recognised during award season, I don’t really understand how anyone is still sleeping on him after seeing this film but anyway you were still my favourite lost boy George. Now if you are technically minded about the making of films like me you might be desperate to understand how this film appears to be one long take. This is almost exclusively editing trickery like no fortunately they didn’t have to shoot perfectly for two hours like how would that work outside of a play anyway. The effect was created using invisible transitions such as when the characters go into pitch darkness or behind objects and set pieces for example. It doesn’t ruin the immersion but allows for cuts to be made however it does require a lot of precision and rehearsal. It reported took 6 months for the actors to rehearse this film before shooting so they could get every detail precise and accurate. As a result the longest unbroken shot is only 8 ½ minutes and the shortest just shy of 40 seconds. Editor Lee Smith also worked on the Bond film Spectre so if you are at all familiar with the opening of that film than this might give you an idea of the undertaking that was the process of making 1917. This film really affected me in a way I didn’t expect and I think I would choose to watch it again, the level of immersion, emotion and stakes is why I have awarded 5/5. I urge everyone to make time for this movie even if you think you won’t like it.

[mrs-soot]

Letters 📜✒️

cc!Wilbur x Reader

Summary: You and Wilbur are long distance and write letters to each other as a way of expressing your emotions.

TW: Mentions of stress, anxiety

Help now I want to write a whole fic of this

You and Wilbur first ever talked through letters

You had been assigned each other as pen pals through a program you had both signed up for

Wilbur was the first to send his letter, and you two hit it off immediately

The letters took ages to get back due to the distance, but they were always worth it

They were always casual, but engaged. After a while, you could feel the lift in mood when you heard the postman come by

After half a year or so, Wilbur felt that you were good enough friends to ask for your number. What's the harm in asking? It would be easy.

Or that's what he thought until he found himself sitting in his desk, searching for the correct words

After a while he gave up and just out right asked as a footnote on the bottom of what was otherwise a typical letter

When you got the letter, you jumped up to grab your phone

But as you added the contact and hovered your finger over the call button, the truth set in

You had never even heard his voice. How should you approach this? What if he finds it weird how fast you called? Should you just text him?

You had been too caught up in your worries that you didn't even realize you had accidentally clicked call

It went for three rings before he picked up

"Hello?"

His voice was deep and laced with a beautiful British accent, and you found yourself unable to speak for a few moments

You panicked and stuttered out a incoherent string of words

"Sorry? Could you repeat that?"

"Yeah, uh sorry! Is this Wilbur? This is Y/N. Again sorry! I didn't mean to call you immediately, I should've considered your time zone and-"

"Y/N? No, I'm so glad you called! I thought maybe I had written my number too small or that you wouldn't, I don't know, care enough?"

You reassured him and you two went on to have a lovely (even though slightly awkward) conversation that night

You still wrote letters, just out of habit and because it was a source of comfort for both of you.

After the initial call, it became one of your daily tasks. You would eventually FaceTime, and that's when you began to notice it.

The butterflies when you called or the extra pep in your step when you got a letter back

So maybe you had a crush on the cute, letter-writing British boy

You assumed it would go away with time

But maybe you assumed wrong

The more you talked, the more you felt yourself falling for Wilbur

The letters you were getting seemed to be more and more affectionate, but you assumed it was all platonic.

"Yeah, what are your thoughts on relationships anyway?" The question from the man on the phone caught you off guard.

"Uh, I guess I'm kind of looking for one at the moment. I kind of, maybe have somebody in mind."

"Ah." His voice seemed deflated, but you were sure it was your imagination

After that, he became more distant and reserved. What used to be lively conversations turned into small talk. The inside jokes fizzled out, and your letters were a little less frequent.

And it was driving you crazy

Wilbur was one of the most important people in your life at the moment, and you really didn't want to lose him

You were too scared to bring it up on a call, so you resorted to your most affectionate form of communication: letters

You poured your heart out, asking him if you had done something wrong and why your friendship seemed to be fizzling out

When a week passed without mention, you felt your heart break a little

Maybe you were being ridiculous. You were just pen pals. There was no obligation for him to be your friend.

But the next day, the letter came:

(Please excuse my letter-writing skills💀)

Dear Y/N,

I never meant for you to feel as though the friendship was being neglected or even put on hold. Truthfully, I value it more than most things in my life at the moment. But in order to apologize and explain the reasoning for my distance, there's a very important confession I need to make. My hope is that it doesn't harm what we already have, but it's time I come clean.

For a while now, I've realized that I like you more than as a friend. But I was so nervous you didn't reciprocate that I couldn't find the strength or courage to tell you. I didn't want to tarnish what was a beautiful friendship. But I notice now that it's done more harm than good, and for that I deeply apologize.

Ever since the first call, you always made me feel special and wanted. Like there was a reason I exist and that you would be there for me. I noticed all the cute habits you have, like how you talk faster when you're exited or how your first instinct when somebody is down is to listen. Truth be told, I'm smitten for you and I'm not sure how to tell you.

When you told me you had somebody in mind for a relationship, I assumed you meant somebody else. I care too much about you to ever get in the way of your happiness. So I backed off, just in case you needed your space. My intention was never to cause you any anxiety or stress.

I'm hoping a letter will be enough for me to get this point across. I really dreamed of the day I would tell you to your face, but I'm scared of the situation I've put myself in. I completely understand if you get this letter and never respond because I've been such a shit friend lately. But even if I never hear from you again, I just want you to know that I love you.

Yours,

Wilbur

You had to read it about six times for the message to sink in

Holy crap, he loved you

Wilbur Soot loved you

You wanted to write him back an equally heartfelt letter with all your confessions, but you were too excited to hold the pen

You grabbed your phone and called him on FaceTime

It barely rang before Wilbur picked up, voice tight and face wearing anxiety and fear

"Wilbur! Your letter!"

When you didn't say anything else he sighed and blinked back tears

"I'm so sorry, maybe I shouldn't have sent that. I knew it was a bad idea..."

"No! No, are you kidding? Wilbur, I love you too!"

His face morphed from complete shock to euphoria

"Love letters really work then, huh?"

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Wayyyyy longer than I expected, but I like how it turned out! I honestly might make a part 2/full fic. Feel free to send an ask in!

[babygirlizz]

izzie’s favorite movies and tv shows of 2020 (aka the worst year ever)

another year, another movie and tv show review. this year has, to put it simply, sucked. 2020 has been so terribly awful that sometimes the only light you can see are the absolute bangers of movies and tv shows that came out this year. with that being said, some of the movies and tv shows didn't come out in 2020. if the are mentioned in this post it is because they either: had a season come out this year, i found them this year, or they became popular this year.

SPOILERS: it may not come as a surprise but just in case you didn't realize, there will be many spoilers ahead, read at your own risk.

tw // death, suicide, drug use, mild adult language. if any of these things might trigger you, i strongly urge you not to read this post.

there is no specific order of these shows and movies, i'm just writing as they come to mind. if you enjoy any of these movies or tv shows, or if you have any suggestions for me, please let me know!

TV SHOWS

1) Santa Clarita Diet

Okay, so I know this show doesn't have anything to do with 2020. But, I found this show in 2020. I put it off for a while, thinking it wasn't my style of a show, but boy was I wrong. I loved this show. Sheila Hammond (Drew Barrymore) is a normal suburban wife and mom. She is a real estate agent with her husband Joel (Timothy Olyphant). She struggles with the fact that she isn't very adventurous. This all changes when she throws up an insane amount at a house showing. She then finds herself craving adventure, and craving human flesh. Yeah, she's a zombie. Not only is this show super hilarious, but it also shows the growth that they have with their characters and their family. I'm also team Abby (Liv Hewson) and Eric (Skyler Gisondo).

2) Outer Banks

So, I'm from NC. And, watching this show at first bothered me because I can very obviously tell this show isn't actually filmed in the obx, and the geography isn't exact, but once I got past that, I loved it. John B (Chase Stokes) is a teenager that lives in the poor side of the outer banks. He has a friend group called the Pogues which consists of JJ (Rudy Pankow), Pope (Jonathan Daviss), and Kie (Madison Bailey). They absolutely hate the Kooks, which are the rich kids. A while after John B's dad gets lost at sea, presumed dead, the group finds some evidence that may solve the mystery, and make them rich. In the process, John B falls in love with a Kook names Sarah (Madelyn Cline) whose father Ward (Charles Esten) may have a little more to do with the mystery than he let on. Through friendship, murder, and secrets, the gang may just figure out what happened to John B's dad.

3) Love, Victor

Alright. I loved loved loved Love, Simon. I also really loved the book "Simon vs. the Homosapien Agenda." So, when I heard about this show, I was so excited. Victor (Michael Cimino) is a teenage boy that moved to Creekwood with his family. He meets Felix (Anthony Turpel) who lives in his building. He also meets Mia (Rachel Hilson) and they begin dating. But, he also meets Benji (George Sear). While trying to get used to a new school, new friends, and a new relationship, Victor finds himself questioning his sexuality. With the help of Simon (Nick Robinson) and his friends, Victor finds it in himself to finally come out, and he admits his feelings, for Benji. This is such a good show, but I was so upset when season 1 ended on a cliff-hanger.

4) The Haunting of Bly Manor

The sequel to The Haunting of Hill House. Now listen, haunting of hill house was an absolute banger. When I saw that Bly came out I nearly died. I was so excited. But, I was alone in my apartment and also a lil bitch. So, I had to wait a week until I was home with my family to watch it. Now, I was so excited to be scared, and there were a few jump scares and ominous moments, but this season was more centered around the story line of Dani Clayton (Victoria Pedretti) and her new life in a foreign country. When seeing an ad for a live in job as an au pair. When she gets there, she meets the two young children she’ll be looking out for and the other workers of the house, including the gardener, Jamie (Amelia Eve). Throughout her stay at Bly she begins to notice weird behaviors from both children and by the end of the series she sacrifices herself for the children. Sadly, this story is being told by Jamie who Dani had fallen in love with during her stay at Bly. Now I was somewhat upset about the lack of horror, but was still very intrigued and drawn in by this series.

5) Julie and the Phantoms

Alright, at first I was not gonna watch this show. I thought it looked a little too young and childish for me, but everyone was talking about it on twitter so I had to. I. Love. This. Show. This show centers around Julie (Madison Reyes). Julie is a teenage girl who, sadly, lost her mother. The one major thing she shared with her mom, was their love for music. Since her mothers passing, she gave up music. This is until, dead musicians from the 90′s show up in her garage. Luke (Charlie Gillespie), Alex (Owen Joyner), and Reggie (Jeremy Shada) all tragically passed away in the 90′s after eating bad street hotdogs. When Julie finds their CD in her garage, she decides to play it and they come back in ghost form. But, only she can see them. With their help, she finds her confidence to play music again. Also, she has to find away for them to stay because they’re slowly disappearing. 

6) Derry Girls

Bitch. I love this show. And yeah it didn’t come out in 2020. Shut up. I found this show recently after watching the cast on the holiday special of the Great British Baking Show. I loved the actors so I had to watch the show. This show focuses on Erin (Saoirse-Monica Jackson) a 16 year old girl that lives in Derry, Northern Ireland in the 90′s. Alongside her is her cousin Orla (Louisa Harland), her two friends Clare (Nicola Coughlan) and Michelle (Jamie-Lee O’Donnell), and Michelle’s English cousin James (Dylan Llewellyn). During these years, a lot of people in Ireland struggled, especially because it was during wartime. Even thought this show isn’t focused heavily around the war, it’s amazing to see these teens live a fulfilling life while struggling with the state of their country, and the lack of money that their families have. 

7) Elite

HA. This show did have a season in 2020 so leave me alone. But bro, I love this show. At first, I didn’t watch it because I thought I could only watch the dubbed version in English, which I hate. I hate dubbed shows they look so weird. But, once I found out I could watch this show in Spanish, I fell in love. But, sadly, theres too damn much to talk about in one little post. It’s crazy. But basically it just follows the lives of teens in high school that are trying to survive. And no, not in the “I’m surviving high school,” sense. No, people be getting murdered. 

MOVIES (tbh i didn’t find a lot of movies good this year lmk which movies u liked this year and maybe i’ll like them!)

1) All the Bright Places

After the death of her sister, Violet (Elle Fanning) is devastated. She closes herself off, and has her parents get her out of doing school work that involves working with others. But, as time goes on, they realize she may need to start to move on. Violet then meets Finch (Justice Smith) who is enamored by Violet. He suggests they do a project together. While finding and visiting some of the smallest wonders of their state, they begin to fall for each other. While you are focusing on Violet and her mental health, you tend to miss some of the signs that Finch’s mental health isn’t great either, but by the time you do, it could be too late. 

2) Dangerous Lies

Hmm. This was weird for me. I had only ever seen Camila Mendes in Riverdale, and honestly, not a fan. So, Katie (Camila Mendes) and her husband Adam (Jessie T. Usher) are struggling with money. Katie decides to take a job working for an elderly man, and eventually gets her husband hired there as well. Unfortunately, he dies, but for some odd reason, leaves the house and all of his fortune, to Katie. As they get comfortable in the house, they begin to uncover some very weird and dangerous lies. 

3) The Devil All the Time

Ok. Iconic. You got so many hot men in this movie. Bill Skarsgård, Sebastian Stan, Tom Holland, Robert Pattinson. C’mon now. That’s crazy. But, this story is so long and in depth that I wouldn’t even know where to begin. This movie is a bit disturbing. It involves murder, sexual assault, killing of animals, and so much more so if that’s an issue for you please do not watch this movie. It was also quite long, but it was still good.

4) After We Collided

Okay just listen. I was that teenager. I read wattpad stories and was, embarrassingly, addicted to After. This was not a great movie per say, but it was After. This is a sequel to the movie After. This movie centers around Tessa (Josephine Langford) and her recovery after her breakup with Hardin (Hero Fiennes Tiffin). Theres sex, alcohol, bad acting. The whole nine-yards. But c’mon, they’re so cute together.

5) To All the Boys p.s. I Still Love You

Okay it was a good movie. I enjoyed it. This movie focuses on Lara Jean (Lana Condor) and her boyfriend Peter (Noah Centineo) and their relationship post the first movie. But of course relationships aren’t super steady, and John Ambrose McClaren (Jordan Fisher) shows up. Yeah, John Ambrose, from her letter. They become closer and Lara Jean has to decide who she wants to be with. Spoiler, it’s Peter. BOOOOOOO justice for John Ambrose McClaren, he deserved better. 

[kevindayisafrog]

Part 10 (I can’t remember) of the Kevaaron thing

TW - panic attack

Aaron looked down blankly at his phone and threw it at the wall. “You okay?” Matt looked up from his desk and pulled out his earphones. “Fine”, Aaron huffed as he stormed out of the dorm. He ignored Dan’s smile as she went into her dorm and stopped in front of Andrew’s door. He knocked with a tight fist and waited a few seconds before the door swung open. “You don’t need to knock”, Nicky’s grin reached his eyebrows as he grabbed Aaron by the wrist and pulled him into the room. Kevin looked up and quickly looked back down, finding his homework suddenly interesting. “Where’s Andrew?” Aaron muttered as he watched Kevin itch his neck self consciously. “Bedroom”, Nicky nodded down the hall and walked away into the kitchen. “Where’s the chocolate?” Nicky’s muffled voice came from inside the cupboard. Aaron walked down the hall as Kevin shouted “I binned it, we don’t need any more fucking sugar. Have you seen Andrew’s cupboard? It’s like-“ the rest of the argument was cut off as Aaron slammed the bedroom door behind him. Andrew was leaning against the dressing table with Neil lounging on the bed. “The court date has been set”, he watched as Andrew quietly lit up a cigarette. Neil looked between the twins and nodded at Andrew before slipping out into the hall. “Aren’t you gonna fucking say something?” Aaron slammed his fist onto the doorframe beside him. “You’ll break your fist and that wouldn’t impress Kevin, would it?” Andrew finally looked up at his twin and took a long drag, a bored expression lacing his tired face. “Fuck off”, Aaron punched the wall again as Andrew watched in silence. “You came here, no need to get pissed at me”, he flicked ash towards Aaron and crossed the room to meet him. “Cheer up, sausage”, Andrew imitated an awful British accent and pushed Aaron’s head painfully against the door, “you’ll win it anyway. But you know what they say: if you can’t do the time, don’t do the crime”. Aaron tried to push Andrew away but was too slow. Andrew grabbed both his wrists and squeezed them tight. “Fuck off”, Aaron spat as a burning feeling shot through his head. “Don’t you know any other insults?”, Andrew gave Aaron’s head one more push before backing away, letting their wrists fall between them. “When’s the date?” he turned back and jumped up to sit on the dresser. “May 16th”, the words felt like tar in his mouth as Andrew looked away at the far wall. “Two months away”, Aaron watched as Andrew did the maths and began to nod slowly. “Who’s doing a statement?”, Andrew watched Aaron fall limply back onto the door. “Everyone”, he looked down at the floor and quietly added, “even you”. Andrew froze and stubbed his cigarette out onto the windowsill. “I’m not”, he jumped down and sat onto Neil’s bed with a growl. Aaron snapped his head up and laughed venomously. “You have to, if you don’t make a statement then I’ll go down for sure”, he grabbed the fabric of his shirt across his chest and twisted it desperately. “Andrew please-“ Andrew shot up and grabbed Aaron by the throat. “Don’t fucking say that word. You know better”, he squeezed just tight enough for it to hurt, but not tight enough for Aaron to stop breathing. “Andrew, I can’t go to prison”, he felt a tear slide down his cheek and internally swore at himself, “I can’t”. Andrew watched him with quiet interest before letting go and turning his back. “Get out”, his words were thick with anger as Aaron exhaled deeply and fumbled for the door handle. He knew it was a yes. He ran out of the bedroom and left the door open behind him.

“Are you okay?” Kevin stood up from his desk as Aaron ran towards the dorm door. Neil watched him with a blank expression before going back into the bedroom and closing the door behind him. “I can’t breathe”, Aaron whispered and felt his legs go limp beneath him. “Okay, that’s fine. Wait there”, Kevin walked into the kitchen calmly and poured water into a glass. He returned and pulled Aaron gently by the elbow, pushing him down onto one of the bean bag chairs. “Right, listen to me. It’s going to pass, it hurts now, but it will pass”, Kevin knelt down in front of Aaron and smiled softly down at him. “Close your eyes”, Aaron winced as his lungs closed up. “Just close them”, Kevin leaned closer so that he was all Aaron could see, “Trust me”. Aaron nodded and closed his eyes, the thumping in his head making his ears ring. “This sounds condescending and feel free to kill me after, but breathe”, Aaron tried to laugh but a strangled sound came out instead. “We’ll do it together, just slowly”, Kevin lightly pulled Aaron’s hand towards him and pressed his fingers onto his neck. Aaron felt Kevin’s heartbeat pulse peacefully beneath his fingers and copied Kevin’s breathing. “In..hold it..and out”, Kevin kept whispering this until Aaron felt his own heartbeat slow within his chest. “I’m scared”, he choked the words out and felt Kevin squeeze his free hand. “I know, but you’re safe here”. They sat in silence until Kevin was sure that Aaron could breathe again, but didn’t let go of his hands. “You can open your eyes. There’s some water there if you feel ill, I always do after..that happens”, he dropped Aaron’s hand from his neck and squeezed the other. “Thanks”, Aaron picked up the water with a shaky hand and took a sip. “Do you want to talk about it?” Kevin barely whispered the words, looking down at their intertwined fingers. Aaron shook his head and muttered a trembled ‘no’. “Alright, do you want to stay here? I was only doing an essay, but I can do that later”, Kevin met Aaron’s eyes and tried to smile. “We could watch a movie, Nicky bought more yesterday. They’re all romcoms though, so we don’t have to if you don’t want to. You don’t even have to stay..” he trailed off and felt the back of his neck heat up. “Yeah, okay”, Aaron let go of Kevin’s hand and stood up, tipping to the side slightly on shaky legs. “What one do you want to watch?” Aaron watched as Kevin listed off all the movies and wiggled ‘Bridget Jones’ over his shoulder. “Yeah, that one”, Aaron curled up at the edge of the couch as Kevin placed the disc into the DVD player and slumped onto the other end of the couch. “Best way to waste an hour”, Kevin smiled over at Aaron and pressed play.

Nicky walked out of the kitchen with his dinner and walked over to the couch to watch one of his new movies. “Oh. My. God”, he squealed and looked around frantically for his phone. He placed his plate onto the floor and grabbed his phone from the kitchen side. He giggled to himself and took a photo of the pair on the couch. Aaron had made his way over to Kevin’s side and had nuzzled onto Kevin’s lap, his head resting on his shoulder. Kevin had one hand around Aaron’s shoulder and the other placed lazily round his waist. Aaron let out small snores and Kevin muttered something inaudible before holding Aaron tighter. “When the fuck did this start?” Nicky whispered and fled the dorm in search for the upperclassmen.

[lilallama]

Since I loved the one you did for me. Can I request a continuation to it? Like the reader brings him home bmand everything is great but after a few months neighborhood pets are coming up missing and the reader finds out or something?

Early Sunrise

Word Count; 2.1k

!!TW!! This Series contains themes of gore, obsessive behaviour, violence, murder and societal injustice

》 Prologue; Düstern 《

》 First; Frühdämmer 《

"Another one?" Y/n looked at the Missing Poster which hung up on the tree outside their neighbour's house (the picture displayed a small well groomed cat with grey fur. 》 Prince Winters - british shorthair - two and a half years old - Was last seen in the owners backyard - please call this number if you have any information: X X X X - X X X X X X 《). The [gender] sighed in pity before turning to walk to their door. As they opened it they happily expected their small Guinea Pig Hybrid, Hoseok, to run into their arms. But that didn't happen. His fluffy locks were nowhere in sight. Worried that something might have happened Y/n searched the mansion. He wasn't in their room (he insisted on staying with them because he was too scared to sleep alone at night), he wasn't in any of the four bathrooms, not in the kitchen, not in the front hall, not in their living room. They were starting to panic, their poor, sweet baby was gone. But then they heard someone giggle outside in the garden. With rushed steps they ventured into the garden and let out a relieved sigh, only for that sigh to turn into a half chocked gasp as Hoseok turned around.

"Hoseok.., what is that!?" On the floor infront of the Hybrid layed something mangled and bloody. It's body was distorted, limbs torn off, milky eyes bulging out if it's sockets with it's head twisted in an unnerving angle. The sight was horrific, grotesque and truly nauseating. "Oh," Hoseok said in with his innocent smile which was surrounded by dried up blood, "remember Mrs. Winters' cat? I played with it." Despite the sweet smile his eyes held something menacing, something sick and twisted that Y/n was terrified of. They looked big and empty, like emotionless voids staring right through them. If they could have the choice to claim this a disturbing nightmare, they would. But they knew, they would have to face this. Y/n's previous scared expression turned into one of determination, "Hoseok, whipe that off your face and get in the car, right now."

The drive was tortuously silent, the only sound coming from the radio ("And now we present to you our 90's Pop Songs marathon. Starting of with the 90's Queen, Britney Spears with 'Baby one more time' "). Hoseok hadn't dare move throughout the whole time spend in the car. His only action; trying to make himself as small as possible to escape the mind numbing tension that filled the car. What if Y/n would send him back to the shelter? That thought had always kept him up at night. They were the only one he had, they couldn't just abandon him, right? > But what if they did < whispered the voice in the back of his mind, > What if you'll never see them again? You can't let that happen. < he started shaking violently > Just take the wheel and drive off the road. Kill them, then they'll never leave you. <. The voice got louder as he cowered in the back seat, eyes pressed shut and mouth chanting "No no no no no no no-". But Y/n didn't pay the quivering Hybrid any mind, all they could think of was, that their Hybrid needs help, immediately. Clearly the mistreatment he was put through with his past owners (what mistreatment?) took a toll on his sanity. The poor sunshine needs help. So they hurried towards the next Hybrid Psychiatrist hoping it'll magically rid Hoseok of his tendencies.

"Violent tendencies?" The pair sat infront of the Psychiatrist, Mr. Bluestone, a kind hispanic man in his mid 50's. "Could you elaborate what exactly that would mean? Does he get into fights often or perhaps bites?" They bashfully scratch their neck while looking over at Hoseok. "Not really. He is more... more..," they leaned forward and whispered, "gory." Bluestone looked intrigued by that as he shuffled in his seat slightly. "How so? What does that mean, L/n?" The Hybrid nervously watched the conversation going on, his eyes darkened as his owner leaned closer. His nose twitched and he started looking around the room to try and distract himself from the dread he felt. (The white door had 》 044 《 standing on it in golden, shimmering letters, the floor was polished and held a warm grey as it's colour. The walls were mostly white with a small peachy orange stripe spreading across all four walls. The plants were clearly fake and left him feeling hungry as he hadn't eaten today. He considered asking Y/n for one of his treats but he figured that wouldn't be a good idea.) When that didn't work he resorted to imagining doing everything the poor cat had suffered through with the Psychiatrist. "He- he-," they gave him a quick side glance before lowering their voice again, "he tore our neighbour's cat apart." With a look of surprise and horror Bluestone stared over to the Guinea Pig Hybrid (which usually are very peaceful and cheerful creatures) only to avert his gaze once his eyes locked with Hoseoks. He cleared his throat and shuffled through the stack of papers on the desk before him. "I'm sorry, but I do not think I'm experienced in such... special situations." Y/n stood up, making the elderly man flinch slightly, and looked at him with teary eyes. "Please, please, I beg you!" The man stayed silent for a moment before sighing. His smile was reassuring as he patted their shoulder. "You never learn to fly if you don't try, I'll see what I can do."

The next day Y/n sat in Mr. Bluestone's office and discussed Hoseok. "The thing that makes this difficult, is that Hybrids have not been studied enough for me to be able to diagnose him with any Guinea Pig Hybrid specific mental illness." He looked through some files that layed on his desk, scratching some things abd writing notes. Meanwhile Y/n asked, "But how come we don't diagnose them with human mental illnesses?" After a few seconds Bluestone looked up, now focusing his attention on the [gender]. "You see, Hybrid brains are, while not completely but still considerably, different from ours." That gained a sceptical look from Y/n. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not calling them inferior. If anything, they are way more physically advanced than mere humans are." The Psychiatrists eyes started sparkling with passion as he explained the abilities of different Hybrid breeds. "Cheetah Hybrid are able to run 3.6 times faster than an average grown human! Cat Hybrids have the ability of night vision and way more advanced senses than we do. And between Seahorse Hybrids it's the male who bears the children, not the female!" The excitement the man holds for Hybrids was very blatant as he continued rambling before Y/n asked while laughing, "You really like Hybrids, don't you?" "I find them fascinating, my husband thinks so too. It's sad to see so many people disrespect such fascinating creatures." The discussion went on for a while before they finally looked at the clock. It was time to go for Y/n which caused them great concern as their problem was still not close to being solved. Nonetheless they wished each other farewell before returning to their mundane tasks.

As Y/n sat on the soft, expensive couch in their livingroom Hoseok shyly approached them. "Y/n, are you mad at me?" They wanted to scold him, to put him in his place, teach him that such behaviour was not acceptable. But when they looked into his guilt filled eyes they just couldn't stay mad at their little ball of sunshine. "No," they rubbed their temple, "I'm not, Hobi. Come on." And they petted on their lap with a forced, slightly saddened smile. Hoseok immediately lit up and jumped onto their fraim, cuddling into them while letting out that weird purr when they started petting his brown-white locks. As they laid there many thoughts ran through Y/n's mind. How did they not notice that their own Hybrid was the one who caused those pets disappearances? Thinking back, it was so obvious. Those red stains on his clothing that they mistook for sauce or marmalade stains, the strong metallic smell that Hoseok sometimes had, it was right infront of their eyes. Yet they didn't notice, they didn't think to question that the cases of pets going missing had started a bit after their Hybrid moved in. The warning that caretaker gave them at the shelter, should they've listened to it? What would've happened if they didn't taken him, left him there without anyone by his side? Quickly they shook off such thoughts and looked down at Hoseok on their chest. He looked so innocent and fragile, as if he could snap at any moment, it made them want to protect him. The Guinea Pig Hybrid had already won over a giant portion of their heart, leaving him was out of question. But they will have to wait until Bluestone has found something that they should discuss. Y/n imagined that they would try and 'train' Hoseok, that they would talk him through his trauma and teach him the right way. But Bluestone wanted to know what he's doing before he would try and teach the Guinea Pig Hybrid anything. The risk that he could make it worse or cause a different trauma was too high for him to discard. So they agreed to first try and find something similar to Hoseoks condition first. Their thoughts were interrupted as they ley out a yawn. It was starting to get late, so they decided to go to bed now. The only problem was that Hoseok had already fallen asleep on top of them and they didn't want to wake him up. So they decided, one night sleeping on the sofa wouldn't hurt, how wrong they were.

When they woke up in the morning both their back and neck hurt as if someone slammed a hardwood chair against them. Hoseok had shifted over night so that they could get up without disturbing his sleep. Under grave pain they stood up, looked back at their little Hybrid and admired him for a second. Despite everything, he still was a very handsome young man. Undoubtedly if he wasn't their Hybrid they would be more than willing to date him. (Although he's a Guinea Pig Hybrid his body was quite athletic, he wasn't of abnormally muscular structure but did have abs and surprisingly strong legs. His hair always managed to look soft and shiny with little to no effort, his tan skin was completely clean, not a single blemish in sight. His eyes were a beautiful almond shape adorned with dark chocolate irises that always managed to wrap them around his fingers. With an oval shaped face and very pronounced jawline he surely was a sight to behold. But the greatest part was the tiny smile that he held even during his sleep.) Eventually Y/n stretched and walked over to their laptop. They received a new E-mail from Bluestone.

》 Dear L/n,

I am sorry to inform you that I did not find anything that could relate to your Hybrid's issue. But I have decided that, if you are willing to, still try and help your Hybrid. While I do not think this is the best way to approach it, I will try and help you and your Hybrid through therapy. I will send another E-mail should you agree to my offer.

Please remember to not accept you don't consider this helpful or do not want to waste your time with something that may or may not work. Send me an answer and I will send you the room, time and what I was planning on trying out. You can always back out, this is not any form of contract.

Sincerely,

Doctor Valentino Pérez Bluestone. 《

Suddenly the back- and neck pains weren't too much of a bother. While he couldn't find anything specific that he could sort Hoseok to, he would still help them. They quickly write an E-mail back.

》 Dear Doctor Bluestone,

thank you so much for helping us. I would not have known what to do without your help. I would very much like to accept your offer, sir.

I will await your E-mail. Until then,

Sincerely,

Y/n L/n. 《

After leaning back and turning to check up on Hoseok (at which point they remembered their back- and neck pains, causing them to stiffen from the stabbing pain running through them.) they carefully turned back to their laptop and decided it was time to finish their work.

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[jiejie-eonni-onee-sama]

This fiction is dedicated to @sergeant-donny-donowitz. Thank you for your wonderful works and good luck with your exams! 👍👍👍

The fanart does not belong to me but to his righteous creator and so are the characters from Inglourious Basters who are the property of Quentin Tarantino.

TW: violence and swearing.

Also, English is not my first language, so don’t be too harsh on me!

                                       Past hurts as a baseball bat...

Nantucket Island, autumn 1947.

After a long day of work, Hans Landa was eager to come back home. His job as an executive of the Nantucket Bank was exhausting. Oh, he did not complain: he had a comfortable house, a massive wage, a good job, and he was free.

Something he could not have afforded if he did not negotiate with the American general staff, that famous night of June 1944. In exchange for letting the Basterds taking down Hitler and his government.

The Basterds... Thinking of them made Hans wince with pain as he grazed his infamous scar. For two years, he had hidden under a wig this painful souvenir left by Lieutenant Raine.

Every night, he heard this low and threatening voice laced with the Tennessee accent :

“I'm gonna give you a little somethin' you can't take off.”

Then, this unbearable pain when he felt the knife carving his flesh until he was permanently cursed by his past. The Apache wanted to be sure he won’t get away so easily...

When he finally arrived home, the former SS sat on a chair and poured himself a glass of wine. This house seemed too big for him... but he did not complain about his loneliness for now. He even appreciated to be the only inhabitant of this place.

His glass in his hand, he got up and went to the living room when he took place in his armchair. He looked at the sunset with wonder: another day ended in his paradise when no one would ever hunt him down...

Suddenly, he heard a soft creaking that startled him. He asked:

“Who is there?”

No answer. Hans put his glass on the table and went to see where did come from the noise. But nobody was here. Reassured, the Nazi criminal took a book and started to read... 

He was reading for an hour and a half when he perceived a sound. Not a sound, but a feminine voice who whispered:

“Hans. Did you miss me?”

He jumped from his seat, scared to death: he recognized this voice. It belonged to the actress Bridget Von Hammersmark. This bitch who dared betray her country... But it is impossible: she is dead in France, when he strangled her at the premiere...

But he was sure he heard her voice. It could not be anyone else... Suddenly, he heard another voice who soughed:

“Do not dare forget your victims... They might come back to haunt you...”

The other voice was masculine, with a slight German accent. Hans trembled with fear: he was sure he heard the voice of Wilhelm Wicki. One of the Basterds who died during the standoff in this tavern. Where was it, already? Oh, yes: it was in the small village of Nadine... May he was hallucinating?

“Landa, did you think you could escape us?”

For sure, Landa thought he became crazy : he heard another voice from a deceased Basterd. This time, it belonged to Hugo Stiglitz, the one who murdered 13 S.S. officers. He died... Well, he was supposed to be dead with Wicki and Hicox in France...

“Looks like you’ve missed your chance, Colonel.”

Speak of the British spy, his voice ringed into Hans’ears. He grabbed his hair as he tried to convince himself that he is hallucinating. It was the only rational explanation...

As he tried to reason himself, Hans nearly lost his mind when he saw Bridget Von Hammersmark, Archie Hicox, Whihelm Wicki, and Hugo Stiglitz appearing in front of him. Their eyes shot deadly glares and their smiles were... predatory.

“It’s been a long time, Herr Colonel.”

Hans turned around and felt a pang of fear clutching his guts as he saw Smithson Utivich appearing next to him. The “Little man” smirked at him in a devilish way he never expects.

“Do you see that, guys? The terrifying colonel Hans Landa is shitting in his pants!”

Landa watched with horror as Hirschberg made his entrance in his living room. One of the youngest Basterds had a wicked smirk on his face that would scare anyone who would cross his path.

“Looks like you’ve seen a ghost!”

Near Hirschberg was Omar Ulmer, the soldier who slaughtered so many high-ranked officers during the premiere. The slight burns on his face proved that he survived his encounter with the Grim Reaper... 

“So, Jew Hunter, how does it feel to be trapped? Scary, ain’t cha?”

And as he expected, Aldo Raine appeared in his uniform, an arrogant smile on his lips and his knife at his belt.

“Did ya think we’ll forget? How stupid of you! Remember the last time we met, I gave you a little somethin’...”

Stuttering, Hans tried to negotiate:

“L... Listen: you can’t kill me. I made a deal with your general and I was amnestied!”

“Yeah, right. But, as you can guess, a Basterd’s work is never done. And we want to finish the job once for all!”

The other Basterds approved, with enthusiasm. Hans wanted to cry for help, but he quickly realized that no one would hear him. No one would rescue him tonight.

Resigned, he shrugged and asked:

“So, what do we do, now? If you want to kill me, I beg you to do it quickly!”

Aldo retorted with despise:

“Don’t cha dare thinking we would grant that wish? Oh no: for you, we saved a special treatment. A long and painful one...”

The Apache smirked and added:

“You pretend to be one of the best investigators of Europe, but I’mma pretty sure you did not notice someone is missing. Don’t worry, he’s coming for you...”

At the same time, Hans heard this infamous sound: a baseball bat slamming on the floor as if it was a countdown before his impending death. 

And under the applause of his fellow comrades, Donny Donowitz made his entrance, his bat firmly held. At his moment, Landa believed the “Bear Jew” was, in fact, a Golem sent by his victims to avenge them.

“Ready, Landa?”

The Bostonian accent sounded so scary from Donny’s voice that the Nazi was unable to speak.

“Ya know what? I don’t care... You’re on decks!”

And just before the bat collided with his face, Hans Landa thought that, no matter how hard he would try to erase the past and escape to the justice, the Basterds would have the last laugh on him. And tonight, they will dance on his grave...

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[nineteenninety-six]

Escapism - Part Two

This is a bit early, I was actually going to write and post 3 imagines before this one but I struggled to find the motivation.

This is about 3k words of nonsense, I didn’t want it to be a continuous thing of them meeting at an event every so often so I tried to add a bit of a story to it and I uh don’t like the end part but it’s 5 am and I’m tired.

TW: abuse, alcohol 

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WORD COUNT: 3925

[PART ONE] [PART THREE] [PART FOUR]

Stewart was silent on the drive home, something he often did, so (Y/N) paid it no mind. She watched him out of the corner of her eye as he lit himself a cigarette slumped against the seat with this shirt untucked and his tie haphazardly wrapped around his neck, she could smell the waves of alcohol coming off of him and his eyes were still glazed from the drugs he had taken and she was grateful that they had a driver to take them home since Stewart was in no condition to do so.

(Y/N) helped Stewart up the stairs to their house, briefly letting go of him to open the front door before taking his arm and guiding him in and towards his bedroom but they didn’t get far as, as soon had the front door had slammed shut, she was slammed against the nearest wall and Stewart’s hands were tightly her wrists and he leant his body into hers enough so she knew that she wouldn’t be able to push him off.

“Where were you?” Stewart grit out, spit flying.

“W-what?” (Y/N) was caught off guard, not having a clue about what he was talking about.

“The afterparty. Where were you? Did you think I wouldn’t notice if you disappeared?”

(Y/N) cursed in her head, she thought he was too far gone to notice her absence but she was apparently wrong.

“Stewart, you know I don’t like those types of things.” She said meekly, not wanting to anger him any more than he was.

“I don’t care. You’re my wife, you do as I say.” Stewart growled out, “Understand?”

(Y/N) quickly nodded, wanting to get away from him as soon as possible.

“Good.” Stewart gave her one last glare before releasing her and stumbling away to his room.

(Y/N) collapsed to the floor as soon as he let go of her, her legs unable to support her any longer and began sobbing, quickly slapping her hand over her mouth to muffle the sound knowing that if Stewart heard her crying then he’ll just come back angrier.

(Y/N) slowly pushed herself up on to her feet, wincing at the pain in her wrists before silently shuffling to her room, trying her hardest not to make a sound. Once she slipped into her room, she stripped out of her clothes before sliding on her nightgown and slipping into her bed. As she laid in bed, she prayed to a God that she was no longer sure she believed in, pleading for an escape for the version of hell she was living in, one that she didn’t deserve before turning over and crying herself to sleep.

The next morning as (Y/N) walked downstairs for breakfast she prayed that Stewart wasn’t there but her prayers weren’t answered as he was sitting in his usual seat in the living room, puffing on a cigarette waiting for the maids to bring in their breakfast.

“Good morning, Stewart.” (Y/N) greeted as she slipped into the seat next to him and poured herself a cup of tea.

Stewart only grunted and (Y/N) couldn’t tell whether or not he was still upset about last night or if he even remembered what had happened the night before.

(Y/N) didn’t bother to attempt to converse with him and read over the newspaper until the maids brought in breakfast and when that came they ate in silence.

“I’m going to be in Parliament all this week, Jonathon offered to show me around and give me tips on becoming an MP so I’ll be back late all week.”

“Okay.” (Y/N) was internally cheering, practically a whole week without Stewart was probably the best thing to happen to her ever since she got married.

“His wife is coming down on Wednesday so I want you to come with me in Morning and show her around London and entertain her for the day.”

“Of course.” (Y/N) kept her answers short and sweet.

“Good.”

They finished the rest of the meal in silence before Stewart left the dining room to go, gods know where, not that (Y/N) cared either way.

(Y/N) spent the rest of the day in the library, it was pretty much the only thing she did, the only times she left the house was when Stewart was dragging her somewhere or she had to socialise with Mary-Anne and the other wives. (Y/N)’s life was boring but what could she do when the man she was married to practically kept her locked up and only brought her out when he wanted to flaunt or brag about her. She had overheard the many times Stewart’s friends had confessed to him that they were jealous that he managed to get a young woman while their wives were just as old as they were. It made her sick that these men were talking about those women like that but she couldn’t do anything to stop it.

Before she knew it, it was Wednesday and (Y/N) was sat next to Stewart in the car as he drove them to Westminster. (Y/N) had thoroughly enjoyed her first two days without Stewart even though today was a slight inconvenience, she didn’t care all that much as it meant she still got a day away from Stewart. They met Jonathon and his wife outside of Jonathon’s office.

“Stewart!” Jonathon shook Stewart’s hand before pulling (Y/N) into a small and brief hug, “(Y/N), it’s lovely to see you again.”

“Lovely to see you too Jonathon” (Y/N) politely smiled and interacted back, knowing that if she didn’t, Stewart would be mad.

“This is my wife, Margaret.” Jonathon introduced his wife, a small, pretty blonde woman.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you (Y/N).” Margaret stepped forward and shook her hand.

“The pleasures all my mine. I hope we will have a good day today.” (Y/N) smiled.

A pair of footsteps coming their way distracted the four of them and (Y/N) turned slightly to see who it was. It was Tommy Shelby and alongside him was a slightly younger woman who looked slightly liked him.

“Mr Shelby!” Stewart called out, disrupting Tommy and woman’s conversation.

Tommy looked up at the shout of his name and recognization flickered over his face as his eye found Stewart and the rest of the group. Tommy quietly murmured something in the woman’s ear before making his way over to this group, the woman one step behind him.

“Mr Langley, Mr Alexander” Tommy shook their hands and politely nodded to their wives.  

(Y/N) stared at Tommy as he stood only a few steps away from her, she had completely forgotten about him and now that she stood next to him, she remembered how relaxed and free she felt when she spent those few hours talking with him.

“This is my younger sister, Ada.” Tommy introduced the woman, who smiled.

The six of them stood in awkward silence for a few moments before Margaret spoke up, “Me and (Y/N) are spending the day in town, you can join us if you want Ada? It’s probably better than sitting in a stuffy office all day.” Margaret laughed.

Tommy and Ada exchanged a look before Tommy nodded his head in what looked like permission but (Y/N) wasn’t completely sure, she didn’t think their dynamic worked like that.

“I’d hate to interrupt,” Ada said.

“Oh it’s no problem at all is it (Y/N)?”

Suddenly (Y/N) felt the gazes of five people on her all at once, “Of course not, the more the merrier.”

Her smile was tight and forced as Margaret happily clapped.

“Let’s go, I want to experience everything I can before it gets dark!”

Stewart gripped her arm and lowered his head to talk to her before she could quickly make her escape, “Be nice. Try and get close to that Ada girl, remember I want her brother to be on my side.”

(Y/N) nodded before pulling her arm out of his grip and walking to where Margaret stood. Tommy was quietly talking to Ada when his eyes suddenly flickered to her, catching her off guard before going back to his sister.

Soon Ada made her way over to (Y/N) and Margaret and they went on their way, stopping off for brunch before deciding what they wanted to do for the day.

“So where first?” Margaret asked as soon as they stepped out of the cafe.

“The National Gallery of British Art is a short walk away, what about that?” (Y/N) asked, hoping that Margaret agreed.

The gallery was perhaps one of (Y/N)’s favourite places to visit, she found peace and her loneliness didn’t exist in the moments when she was surrounded by the paintings.

“Sounds wonderful! Let’s go!” Margaret began walking ahead, leaving (Y/N)  and Ada to trail behind her.

(Y/N) wasn’t sure what to think about Margaret, she was chipper and enthusiastic and so far more tolerable than the other wives she usually has to deal with but she was sure that Margaret’s happy personality would start to grate on her.

“She’s got quite a personality eh?” Ada suddenly spoke up making (Y/N) jump in shock.

“Oh! Yeah. She’s definitely got a bright personality, that’s for sure”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Ada apologized.

“It’s alright Miss Shelby, I was just lost in my thoughts.”

“I-, my last name is actually Thorne.” Ada corrected her, “Ms Ada Thorne if we’re using proper titles.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” (Y/N) was embarrassed before the second part of Ada sentence caught her attention.

“Ms..? Oh. I’m sorry for your loss.” (Y/N) had made a fool of herself in the short period of time that she had known Ada.

“It’s alright, it’s been a while. I’ve healed.” Ada was quick to soothe her.

“Still though...to lose someone close and precious to you must hurt.” (Y/N) felt at ease with Ada, like how she did with Tommy.

“It does but it’s a part of life I suppose. Everyone goes through it.”

(Y/N)’s lips twisted at Ada’s statement, she didn’t think she would know that feeling, with her no longer speaking to her parents and her miserable marriage to a man who bought her, (Y/N) couldn’t imagine feeling the pain of loss.

If Ada noticed her weird reaction she didn’t say anything.

“How long were you and your husband together?” (Y/N) asked before realised how rude of a question it was, “-You don’t have to answer that! I shouldn’t have even asked you that question, it was rude.”

Ada laughed, “It’s fine. At first, we were hiding around, trying not to get caught by my brothers but then I fell pregnant and we got married and then moved to London.”

“You have a child?”

“A son, Karl.” Ada smiled at the mention of her son. “How old is he?” (Y/N) asked, smiling at the joy that came over Ada’s face at the mention of her son.

“Ten. It feels like yesterday he was still just a baby.” Ada laughed, (Y/N) joining in.

“Do you like children?” Ada asked.

(Y/N) actually paused at the question, having to actually think about it, “I’m not sure. I don’t think I’ve ever been near a child or a baby. I’m an only child as well.”

“What about children of your own? Ever think about starting a family with your husband?” Ada asked.

“No. Stewart and I will never have children.” (Y/N) was final in her response.

Margaret was still ahead of them ‘ooh-ing’ and ‘ahh-ing’ at new things she came across which (Y/N) had to admit was quite endearing.

“Your husband…”  Ada started to speak, “No offence but he seems a bit older than you.”

“It’s fine. It was an arranged marriage, he’s quite a bit older than me. Old enough to be my dad, if we’re being honest.”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-Four.”

Ada scoffed and swore under her breath, causing (Y/N) to laugh, she laughed harder when Ada threw her an incredulous look.

“Tommy had the same reaction when I told him” (Y/N) explained.

“You’re not that much older than our youngest brother Finn. He’s only twenty-one.” Ada elaborated.

“How many of you are there?” (Y/N) was curious now, after meeting Tommy and Ada and hearing about Finn, she guessed there was a few more Shelby’s she didn’t know about.

“There was five but my older brother John passed away a few years ago. So now there’s the oldest Arthur, then Tommy, me and then finally Finn.”

(Y/N) sent her a sympathetic smile at the mention of her late brother, “Five siblings, what a life you must have had growing up.”

“It was certainly something. It was tough being the only girl in a family and having three older overprotective brothers.” Ada slightly scowed

“I like to think there’s a perfect in-between, between having siblings and being an only child.” (Y/N) said, slightly jealous of Ada’s youth.

“How was it like growing up an only child?” Ada asked. They were close to gallery and she found herself enjoying the conversation and the outing more than she expected.

“Lonely...my parents didn’t allow me to have friends really. After I finished school, I didn’t have any friends so I spent most of my time at home until I got married. Not that much has changed, I still don’t have friends or go out, still trapped at home. “

“Well, we’re friends and I’ll be sure to invite you out.” Ada smiled at her, causing (Y/N) to smile. (Y/N) really liked Ada.”

“C’mon you two!” Margaret called from in front of them, already at the steps of the gallery.

(Y/N) and Ada shared a silent look before hurrying up and joining Margaret. They didn’t get to have a private conversation again that day, spending the rest of it in the company of Margaret and by mid-evening that made their way back to Westminster.

The three of them stood outside of Jonathon’s office waiting for him and Stewart to come out when Tommy appeared at the end of the hallway and approached the trio, sidling up to Ada’s side.

“Have a nice day ladies?” Tommy asked.

“We did. We had a great time.” (Y/N) said. Tommy’s eyes flickered to hers.

“S’good to hear” Tommy’s eyes stayed on her, (Y/N) felt like they were looking into her soul.

The door to the office opened and Jonathon and Stewart stepped out, Margaret immediately leaping in her husband’s arms and began blabbing about what had happened. (Y/N) watched with a bit of jealousy, while she had doubts that Jonathon was a good man, especially since he was close with her husband, she knew he was a good husband and he loved his wife.

“We best get going deary, I want to get back home to Brighton before it’s dark.” Jonathon told his wife before turning around to shake Stewart’s hand goodbye, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Of course” Stewart shook his hand.

Jonathan dipped his head at everyone else before guiding Margaret out.

“We should go too.” Stewart walked over to (Y/N) and gripped her wrist hard. They were still sore from a few days ago but he didn’t care. He also didn’t care that he had an audience.

“I must invite you around to dinner at some point Thomas. Tell me when you’re free and I’ll be sure to schedule a day.”

“I’ll be delighted to. Let me look over my schedule and I’ll tell you tomorrow.” Tommy looked slightly angry, his jaw was clenched and his eyes hard.

“Very well. See you tomorrow.” Stewart turned around and began walking away, his grip on (Y/N)’s wrist meant that she was abruptly turned around and pulled away to follow after him, causing her to trip over her feet. She looked over her shoulder as she was being dragged away and saw Tommy frowning and take a few steps as if he was following after them before being stopped by Ada.

Tommy had ended up coming over the Friday the following week and (Y/N) was counting down the days ever since Stewart had told her. He had been at home the whole week, only sometimes leaving in the evenings and it had been driving her crazy. The brief week of freedom she had, made her crave for more.

(Y/N)’s two interactions with Tommy had left an imprint on her and she hoped and prayed that since it was a Friday night, Stewart would drink himself into a stupor so that she had time with Tommy, the man who interested her and confused her at the same time.

The doorbell rang and Stewart turned to her whilst one of the maids lets Tommy in and led him to the living room, “Remember, behave.”

(Y/N) nodded and when he turned back around, she rolled her eyes.

“Thomas! I’m glad you managed to come.” Stewart shook his hand and led him further in.

“Mrs Langley, lovely to see you again.” Tommy took her hand in his and pressed a kiss upon it.

“It’s lovely to see you too Tommy.”

Stewart pulled Tommy into a conversation leaving (Y/N) to sit there in silence, absolutely bored out of her mind, only getting up to pour Stewart drinks when he asked.

When dinner was announced, the amount of alcohol Stewart had consumed so far that evening had obviously taken a toll on him, his eyes were slightly glassy and he became much looser. During the meal, Tommy sat opposite her, on the other side of Stewart and she could feel him glance at her several times but she kept her head low and her eyes focused on her plate. Stewart was rambling to Tommy, who she was pretty certain wasn’t paying a single bit of attention to him.  

After dinner, the went back to the living room but this time Tommy had taken the seat next to her on the couch instead of one of the loveseats or chairs that sat around the room.  

Not that paid attention in the first place but (Y/N) was certain that Stewart was absolutely speaking nonsense. He was murmuring to himself and slowly blinking, no doubt on the brink of sleep and sure enough, a few moments later, he was passed out.

(Y/N) let out a disappointed sigh at the sight of the man in front of her before standing up and ringing for the footmen to come and take him back to his room.

“I must apologize.” She said to Tommy after they watched two footmen drag her husband out of the room.

“You have nothing to apologize for.  Your husband is a grown adult, you shouldn’t have to apologize for his behaviour.”

“That does not matter to the people in high society, a woman’s reputation is always tarnished by a man, even if they’re not at fault in the situation but the man always manages to escape cleanly.”

“You do not like high society?” Tommy asked as he poured them drinks, waving her over back to her seat on the couch.

“I don’t but it’s the only thing I know. I was born into it and I married into it. Many times have I laid awake wishing for a different life but I suppose the grass is always greener on the other side. I don’t doubt there are thousands of people wishing to live even a fraction of the life I live. “ (Y/N) said as she sat down, gratefully accepting her drink from Tommy.

Tommy shifted to face her, their knees touching. “Why haven’t run away? Tried to escape.”

“Run where? To who? I’m alone in this world Tommy.”

Tommy simply hummed and nodded.

“Can I ask you something?” (Y/N) asked, a sudden thought occurring to her.

Tommy cleared his throat, “Go ahead.”

“You go by Tommy, which is your nickname right?” Tommy nodded at her question, “So how much do you hate it when Stewart calls your Thomas?”

Tommy grimaced before flashing her a small grin, “I fucking hate it. My aunt is pretty much the only one to call me Thomas and she only does it when she’s mad at me.”

“Common occurrence?” (Y/N) threw a grin at Tommy, slinking into the couch, finally feeling comfortable and at ease.

“My aunt being mad at me? As common as the sun rising and setting every night” Tommy snorted causing (Y/N) laugh.

“How’s your son?” (Y/N) enquired

“Charlie? He’s good, I don’t get to see him much since I spend so much time in London.”

“You should start spending more time with him before it’s too late and if people like Stewart keeping asking you out for dinner then tell ‘em to piss off.” Her drink had certainly loosened her tongue but (Y/N) couldn’t find it in herself to care, at least not when she was with Tommy.

“I’ll be sure too.” Tommy softly smiled, “You should meet him someday?”

“Meet your son? You barely know me.” (Y/N) was surprised

“True but I trust you.”

(Y/N) stared at him in shock surprised at the sudden jump from strangers to being trusted enough to meet one’s son.

They sat in silence for a while, simply enjoying each others company when Tommy suddenly shifted and turned so that he was fully facing her.

“I’ll help you.” He murmured to her, his eyes staring deeply into hers.

“Help me? What do you mean?”

“Runaway. Get away from Stewart.” Tommy said to her.

(Y/N) stood up and crossed her arms defensively, “You have misunderstood Tommy.”

Tommy stood up and stalked over to her, his hands on her arms, “I’ve seen the bruises on your wrist. You don’t deserve it, let me help you (Y/N).”

“Tommy…”

Tommy leant forward and pressed his forehead to hers, their noses brushing against each other, “Please”

When (Y/N) didn’t move away or say anything, Tommy slowly leant his face down and pressed a soft kiss against her lips.

(Y/N) briefly kissed back before she realised what was happening and stepped back,

“You should leave.” She told Tommy, avoiding his eyes.

“(Y/N)--”

“Tommy if anyone had seen us, they wouldn’t hesitate in running to Stewart and even you wouldn’t be able to help me.”

Tommy wanted to argue against her and tell her that he could but he knew it was a lost argument and he didn’t want to upset her further so he nodded his head and bid her goodnight before pushing past her and grabbing his hat and coat before leaving the Langley House.

Once Tommy had driven far away enough, he pulled over to the side of the road and slammed his hands against the steering wheel repeatedly whilst cursing himself in his head multiple times. He didn’t know what convinced him to tell her that he’d help her run away or why he’d even kissed her. He had met her only a few months ago and yet she was constantly on his mind, invading his thoughts and he wanted her away from the disgrace of a man in Stewart and with him instead, where they could be a family with Charlie and perhaps kids of their own.

[ofanya]

STATS / PINTEREST / CONNECTIONS / CLASSES

⌠ NATALIA DYER, 21, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, ANYA CASIRAGHI! according to their records, they’re a SECOND year, specializing in AWARENESS TRAINING, BREATH CONTROL, HAND TO HAND COMBAT + RESEARCH & DEVELOPMENT; and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (embroidery on lace, waking up early to catch the sunset, the scent of fresh strawberries, perfect balance on tiptoes). when it’s the (libra)’s birthday on 9/24/99, they always request their ARANCINI DI RISO from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation. ⌿ kati, 24, she/her, est ⍀ @gallagherintro

INSPIRATION.

cho chang – harry potter 

grace blood – skins

esme cullen – twilight 

yue – avatar the last airbender

lexi howard – euphoria

laurel castillo – how to get away with murder

jane bennett – pride and predjudice 

ann perkins – parks & rec

kwon sun-hwa – lost

BACKGROUND + CLICK FOR BIO.

anya is the third-born casiraghi child after salvatore (oldest) and nico (second-oldest) and the first girl. she’s labeled extremely bright from a young age, but she doesn’t start speaking until she’s almost five years old. the casiraghi parents aren’t even concerned, they don’t think speech is an important quality for a girl. 

the first thing she ever says is a full sentence: “i want to go out with the boys.” it’s almost as if she could have spoken this whole time, she’d just been waiting. but of course, she’s told no, and she wants to be part of the lives that nico and salvatore lead but she’s pushed the side and told to be something else, something more ornamental. 

goes to ballet and etiquette classes instead ( the casiraghis are taught in their own home, much too good for even the best of private schools ) and often feels like she has to make up or carry things in lieu of the behavior of her younger sister. cecilia is reckless and insolent, does what she likes, and anya is jealous, but not jealous enough to do the same. anya is held to a higher standard as she’s meant to set an example and there’s a bit of bitterness that grows in her because of that. 

anya teaches herself as much about finance and business as salvatore and nico, but instead of her business or career prospects, her parents talk only of marriage proposals and future prospects. the education in espionage is a placeholder, she learns things so she’ll be able to make intelligent small talk at dinner parties or be a good companion for a man someday, not because she can run an empire. it’s very frustrating, but she takes this quietly, as always.

(DRUG ABUSE/OPIOIDS TW) anya breaks her ankle in dance practice when she’s 16, a compound fracture. it’ll heal, but she will never be able to dance in the same way again. there’s a numbness inside of her that only seems to be assuaged by the pills prescribed by her doctor that are intended to ease the pain. the pills ease the tightness in your chest every time she sits at the dinner table and long after her ankle heals, anya continues to use the pills like a crutch.

(OVERDOSE TW) she overdoses at 17 and is sent to a rehab facility. the entire ordeal is done very quietly, made to seem like a pleasant vacation – a dirty secret, something to be ashamed of, and it’s emphasized that anya should be so grateful to her family for taking care of her when she’s such a disappointment. she spends the summer at the best facility that money can by, and she returns clean, determined not to be such a disappointment, but the numbness doesn’t seem to quite fade. 

she heads to gallagher academy at 19, following her brother nico to school in america. she has no idea of the legal proceedings going on under her nose because she’s just so excited to get out of the house, unaware why her parents are so quick to send her away. nico hates it, finds it unpleasant and uncouth and a lot of the students are slovenly, but anya loves it, thrives under the guise of freedom and the ability to speak in a classroom where her voice matters.

naturally, the casiraghi family loses everything, as you might recall. her parents say that anya’s lucky she’s pretty because she could still marry nicely, and if it’s soon then the casiraghi name might still mean something. they remind anya of how much she owes them, how good they were to her when she attempted to sour the family name.

PERSONALITY.

DIPLOMATIC. is really good at choosing her words in a way that keeps the peace and is very intentional about the language that she chooses to use. she believes a lot in 'fairness’ and everyone getting a fair chance at things, so on, and she’s good at controlling difficult situations without upsetting ppl. 

NURTURING. has a very caring personality and always wants to look after others. she’s this way with plants and animals as well, and i think she’s really good at encouraging people to achieve their goals or advocate for themselves, she just can’t...do that for herself. but she will take care of u and smother u but in a loving way. 

RELIABLE. will show up at your doorstep in the rain with an umbrella, the first person to complete everything in the group project, if she makes you a promise she will follow through and then some. u can say some shit about anya, but she is fucking dependable and will come through for you whenever you need her most or you don’t think you need her at all, she’s still there. 

NON-CONFRONTATIONAL. will go out of her way to avoid a fight or try to keep the peace, she will also do this with others, putting herself in the middle of things to keep other people from fighting – she just will do ANYTHING to avoid a confrontation. annoying tbh. 

NAIVE. she really doesn’t know much about the world at large and will always find herself believing the best in people or hoping for the best case scenario when it isn’t always true. this could be seen as a good thing, but i think pretty much anyone has the ability to take advantage of her, it’s not hard. 

TIMID. anya has always had trouble advocating for herself and what she really wants, she has a lack of courage when it comes to fighting for her own passions and will easily take a backseat for others to take the spotlight. one direction vc: u don’t know ur beautiful

HEADCANONS.

idk why my brain was like . try to make this char into modern commentary on the 50s housewife but here we are 

i had no idea what i was doing with her late-talking thing except trying to somehow manifest how oppressive her home was, but rowan sent me some article about einstein syndrome and how late talkers like anya are highly analytical thinkers so we’re going with that ! 

was jumped on by a very big dog when she was very small and her face got scratched, so she has a bit of a fear of large dogs...it’s not that she doesn’t like them in theory, they just scare her and she hasn’t seemed to outgrow it. 

still loves to dance even though she’s well aware that she could never really do it professionally or on stage because of the way her ankle won’t bend, but you can usually catch her...somewhere on gallagher’s campus where she could practice privately ? 

also does a lot of yoga to center herself, she loves early mornings and generally her routine is to get up, make a cup of tea, watch the sunrise and then do a little bit of yoga. routine makes her feel in control so she has a habit of sticking to it.

loves to bake and is really good at it ! happy to binge great british bakeoff with anyone but then she will want to try all of the recipes and challenges herself. she likes the exact science of it and it’s another one of her hobbies that helps her feel like she maintains a sort of balance within herself. if you do it right, it all works out – baking makes sense.

she’s had one certain relationship when she was pretty young and definitely is not a person for one night stands, so...she’s a virgin ! 

in general she is baby but she is also mom. 

does not like most green vegetables but especially brussel sprouts. 

will wince when other people curse, has a tendency to speak very proper herself because of the way that she was raised. has extremely good manners, table or otherwise.  

gets really easily overwhelmed at big parties or functions with crowds of people and will generally find some excuse in order to, well, excuse herself. she just feels like she has to be ON all the time and it’s very exhausting to her, would much rather curl up and watch movies or something. 

is very straight edge, doesn’t drink/smoke/etc as a result of her past, she stays away from anything that could increase temptation and make her fall back into past habits. 

had/has a cat at home named gio, technically the family cat but it always felt the most like anya’s and it would sleep with her and everything however since the house was seized, no one has been able to find gio </3

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

best friend – i know, it’s hard to just plot this, but ! i would love someone who maybe was her roommate last year, the first person that anya met on campus and they just clicked right away and made anya feel really at home. i would love if this character was a foil for anya’s nurturing, softspoken nature, so a girl who is a bit louder and more confident. 

childhood crush – idk someone who could have known the casiraghi family for years or operated in that scene, maybe from a wealthy family and anya has a long-time unrequited crush on them. anya’s really kind, but she probably acts a bit standoffish or rude toward this character, so they probably think she hates them.  

bad influence – a character who’s a bit on the wild side who’s turned anya into their project – they want to get her out of her shell, help anya let loose and get out more, but maybe this is also some bad temptation for her since she has some...old bad habits. 

good influence (on) – anya is PEAK mom friend, so i’m looking for a connection that really displays that, someone she looks after. she’s the first person they call when they’re too fucked up and she’s always texting them the homework (and maybe the answers too).

ex-family friends – maybe your character’s family testified against the casiraghi family in the court case and helped send anya’s parents to prison. so, anya and your character used to be close friends but now she avoids your character out of familial obligation. 

fake dating? anya’s parents would like to pressure her into an engagement or see her with someone well-off, so if your character is from a rich asf family, perhaps they’ve done anya a solid. they’re not actually fake dating around campus or lying to their friends, but they’re close friends with anya and might go home with her to perpetrate the lie on a holiday when she goes to see sal and maybe they have taken a few cute selfies together for anya to send home – it would probably be YOUR character that suggests this to anya and encourages her to have a bit of freedom, so i imagine our chars would be friends. 

first love/ex – someone that anya might have known or met when she was younger, probably through family connections. they would’ve been around 15 at the time, so a genuine first relationship (like probably first kiss for her), but at this age her mental health was really bad and they probably broke up as a result of going to rehab. perhaps they feel guilty about not being more supportive or perhaps they did all they could but it was too heavy? we can discuss, but either way, super angsty.

protector – idk i would just love if someone saw how much of herself she puts into taking care of others and wanted to take care of her/look out for her instead and they’re just that friend who is really protective of her and reminds her to look after herself too

crush – i just want her to have a little bit of a crush/affinity for a girl that helps her realize that she’s not straight because she’s too repressed and never considered anything except heterosexuality til this point idk i just like when girls.

enemy – probably an ex-friend or something like that. maybe anya trusted them with a secret and they betrayed her or they tried to throw her under the bus to gain something. or maybe anya just got on your character’s bad side by being too much of a goody-two-shoes.

idk give me someone that relentlessly flirts with her because they think it’s hilarious that she gets so shy and doesn’t really know what to do about it, and she really does not know what to do about it ! 

also am down to brainstorm since i know the casiraghis already have a bit of a reputation so...i’m blessed taking a sibling connection and perhaps we can just bounce off of things you’ve already plotted with deanna and/or kit ( cecilia & n*co ) !

[voidselfshipp]

Jealous

Tw mentions of guns,slightly suggestive,mentions image issues.

Ok to rb

--i hate her--jerico said feeding her black cat,who was standing on her shoulder;The cat hissed,and Ate the sunflower seed cookie--and shes going to spend a whole day here?near sniper?MY sniper?

The car mewoed,and she rolled her eyes-- its not that I have something to envy her, vica,its just that, well, just compare the two damn things, like, she can fend off for herself.

Her familiar jumped to the floor,and rubbed their head on her legs,purring.

--I guess youre right--she grabbed her backpack and went outside the van, vica jumps on her shoulder then jumps again, transforming Into their crow form--I still dont wanna see her...

Jer jumps as soon as she steps foot in the shooting range. The loud bang scaring the living daylights out of her.

--La concha de tu madre!--she screams out of the sudden as the gun bangs again.

--Thats enough amelie--an aussie accent said,Jeri then felt a pair of arms hugging her--You alroight Sheila?

--Yeah im okay, it did scare me though, I thought you had put silencer on that rifle

--Yeah I did,Amelie did not ,anyway what are you doing here?

--just wanted to check up on you thats all

The french woman sunk a bit as jericos glares daggers at her, to then sit nearby them with her crow friend cawing.

Both snipers kept on practicing,Jers leg bounced rapidly, seeing how concentrated both were.

Her familiar pecked her cheek with their beak when they caught her picking at her skin,and as a way of saying 'dont be silly'.

Then they flew on her lap and transformed back into a black cat,gaining some scratching under their chin from her.

--Splendid shot sniper--the peace jeri had for a moment vanished as she saw Widow hand squeeze the aussies shoulder.

Vica hissed,widowmaker had a damn deatwish.

Though the old demons heart ached for their niece,insecurities got the best of her, and they did get it.

Someone as widow,skillfully trained,great sharpshooter,and a nice voice and accent, and a nice physique.

They did understand where it came from.

They sighed and stood up in two legs almost hugging jerico,who caressed their back.

She was also wonderful in her own way.

--Alroight--sniper said-lets take a breather--we're going to Grab somethin ta eat,you comin jerico?

--im alright dont worry

Jer saw him leave with widow behind him, and looked at the old weapons crate some centemeters away from where she was.

When was the last time she used that damn thing?.

Vica hissed, and shook their head--Ya dont need to go through all that trouble to show off--their british accent was a breeze of cold air, they've barely spoken these days-- if ya wanna use that rifle use it,but you dont have to show off, he still loves ya

Jer put her familiar aside and kicked Open the crate,taking her own custom rifle out, engie had built for her as a way of self denfese..

She held her breath and sighed,calming down the palpitations of her heart.

--Just like dad taught me....

One by one ,and fairly quickly the targets were shot down by her.

Feeling satisfied she put her rifle out, turning around at the sensation of being watched, and slightly jumping when she sees both sniper and WIDOWMAKER on the door.

--Oh you guys are back--she put the safety on the gun and put it back in the crate.

--yeah--sniper said-- anyway, enough slacking off

Both sharpshooters resumed their training.

Vica nibbled at jeris hem of her pants, she then grabbed her and her backpack,muttering a poor excuse of a goodbye wich wasnt heard by neither of her companions.

--i dont fucking get it!--Jerico said while punching the punching bag at the gym--what does she have that I dont?!--her Fist Landed two more punches and a couple of kicks by her legs--i get the fact that hes teaching her but fuck!

Vicas fur stands up as jer hits the bag with such sudden surge of magic that it sends it flying.

--Okay champ calm down--vica stretched,and in a cloud of dark they transformed into their human form,taking off their plague doctor mask.

--Im not calming down shes just!--jer is about to hit thin air when vica stops her.

--Just what?

--Shes just better than me!okay?! She has a nicer body!better skills than me!shes just...way better than me!

Tears started to form in the corner of her eyes, frustration,sadness? Maybe both.

Vica hugged her,caressing her hair--Jerico,dont say that!ya have way more skills than 'er,and by gods sake, jerico youre so pretty, you dont need to have her body to be pretty,do ya really think Mick would be into that?no! Hes into you ya idiot

They could still feel her rage seething,so she grabbed her hands and pressed them togheter--Youre Burning up

--Its not funny

--no,look at the floor,youre leaving burnt marks on the floor, I need ya to calm down

Jer sighed, exhaling a handfull of smoke,toning down her temperature.

--See? Good!

The rest of the day jerico stayed away,knowing that maybe she should take some distance, she didnt want to burn down the whole base because her feelings were running wild.

Sparring worked wonders for her.

--Can you Belive that shit?--sniper asked to widow--jerico pinned down a Man twice her size, how in gods name!

The french woman looked at poor soldier, who was headlocked into place.

--quite impressive, oui.

Jer sighed stretching her arms as she let soldier free--thanks for the practice soldier

--Dont mention It cupcake! You fight like a true american

Though sniper knew soldier wasnt interested in jerico at all it made his blood boil,suddenly he got up on the ring,vest off along with his hat.

--mick? What are you...?

--oi bet I can kick soldiers ass

Jer snorted,walking to him-- okay calm down, you Jelly snipes?

She felt like a hipocrite acting as if she wasnt jealous herself.

--'M not--

Jer smashed her lips against his, pinning Him against one of the rings corners, where his vest and hat were resting.

She then grabbed his hat and shoved it on his face.

He thanked the lord for that,his cheeks were Burning red.

--you little rascal!--He muttered under his breath as he saw jer get out of the ring with a proud smile, that was more directed to amelie than him.

When the day was almost ending,sniper invited jer to the shooting range,and dared her to make more points than amelie.

Both aussie and french woman knew it was rigged.

Widow was going to loose so jerico could get a peace of mind over the whole situation and leave her alone.

But boy.

Both, Specially sniper who has seen jerico shooting a gun less than five times, did not expect for her aim to be that good.

And he did not expect the growl she let out when she hit the moving target twenty meters from her,neither his cheeks turning even more red, as she drew her weapon,smiled showing those sharp canines, and growling.

--Mas suerte para la próxima,amelie...--she handed him his weapon and pat his back--so I win

--y yeah you do

Eventually widow left,and jerico is now sitting on the bases roof, playing her guitar with both of her familiars resting nearby.

Her digits pressed the notes on the neck of the guitar, her other hand strumming the strings.

Mick peeked through the trapdoor,softly walking towards her,enamored as her sweet voice sang a cheesy love song.

--H hey--he awkwardly says sitting besides her as jeri leaves her guitar aside, her hands now resting on her lap.

--Hey Mick..Whats up?

Sniper looked away--w were ya jealous of amelie earlier today?

She sighed,recoiling in herself--Yeah...sorry if it annoyed you..

Sniper snorted--didnt'cha see how red ya got me?, id ask ye to get jealous more often

Jer looked at him surprised before breaking into a fit of giggles, launching at him.

One of his hands grabbed his hat tight as he fell back first on the roof, his other hand holding her waist.

Her lips smashed against his, and her hands went under his shirt just to mess with him.

His cheeks turn bright red, and he starts to stutter.

--Payback!--jerico smiled smugly.

He hid his face with his hat and tried to make a coherent sentence.

He then heard her chuckle, and kiss his chin--te amo,Mick

--wot?

--i love you

--I love ye too jerico

She smiled helping him sit up,both staring at the other longinly, his arms hug her waist while her hands grip to his shirt, and he kisses her.

He May need to make her jealous more often if it meant theyd end up like that every time.

[abstractanalogue]

The Wormholes interview (1997)

In June 1997 I interviewed Dave Carroll (1970-2019) of The Wormholes for a a one-off mail-order zine I produced for the band (cover above). I thought I’d transcribe the interview and publish it here as it hasn’t been online before. At this time they had released Scorpio:The Album (1997) so I asked Dave about recording it with Stano, other recent recordings with Stan Erraught (these would later be included on Parijuana in 1999), playing with The Fall in London (March ‘95) and their experience of touring in the UK (’95-’97). 

Q: Tell me about recording Scorpio:The Album.

A: We originally met Stano in town and went to Graham’s house that night with Shane and Francis (of Chunkin’ Bronchii). We didn’t know Stano or even really know him when he was leaving that day. He said nothing and just sat there at a four track. It was him who suggested to get us into a studio. He was good to work with, we’d record anything and everything we wanted and he wouldn’t say a word about it. He had maybe three or four mixes for each song. All the music was recorded in one day. The whole Pulse thing was two days and then the day we spent in Graham’s house. I mean I’m sure people will listen to it and go, ‘Yeah, I can gather it was done in 3 days.’ (laughs). It’s just the way we were heading, we knew we didn’t want to do another Chicks. Whether people like it or not, it is our second album. When you pick it up it may look like a mini album because there’s only so many songs, but when you think of it, ‘Kontinental Kop’ is 18 minutes long, ‘Bee Mee’ is 10 and ‘Freak Franco’ is almost 11 and that’s just three songs. We were surprised when we actually played ‘Kontinental Kop’ on the Play Station, it was like, wow, there’s a track on our CD almost 20 minutes long, I thought we’d knocked all that shit on the head. But then even on Parijuana, if that tape didn’t run out, I don’t know how long ‘Drive Dead Slow’ would have been. We were going at it full ahead from this sort of build up and Mark Carolan had to tell us the tape ran out.

Q: What about working with Stan Erraught (ex The Stars of Heaven and The Sewing Room)? These recordings with Stan at Sun Studios, plus other recordings would be used for Parijuana in 1999.

A:  When we heard Stan wanted to work with us we were blown away, we couldn’t get over it. This guy had done so much, I mean he was releasing records in the 80s. It must have been a really weird and difficult time to release anything, but this guy was doing it then when we were all still in school dreaming about what it would be like to own a guitar, let alone put out a poxy single. Same with Stano, he could have fobbed us off like, ‘Oh these little shits they think their doing something different, making a bit of a noise’ (laughs), but he just thought the way we done out stuff was right up his street.  

It was strange going into the same studio and the same desk as well but with totally different vibes. I hadn’t even talked to Stan or Mark (Carolan), I’d just walked in off the street and we did ‘Turkish Prison Dance’. We were just buzzin, the DAT was there, used just the one mic, Stan played the saz, Mark played guitar, Graham played drums, Anto just stood there and shook the maracas and I played the bongos. Everyone was jammed into this one room and we just banged it out there and then. None of us even realised when we were doing it, it was only after we thought, you know we didn’t play anything really, we just picked up some stuff and rattled it alongside what was being played and it was the first time we’d ever done that. When we heard it back none of us could even talk to each other, we were so chuffed with it. 

After that Mark finished putting up the mics and left. So we’d go in, start recording, Stan would be getting levels say and then he’d run in with his guitar and jump in with us, it was brilliant. We’d definitely work with him again. Stan just totally changed our whole outlook on what it’s like to work in the studio. He was giving us records by Faust and Can. I mean, these are records he’d bought 15, 16 years earlier when he was only a nipper. He told us a story about when he bought The Faust Tapes, it was on sale for 49p. He brought that particular record home when he was about 15 years old and he was eating his dinner with his Mum and Dad playing The Faust Tapes and them wondering what the hell he was listening to, they couldn’t get their head around this record that was chopped to bits.

Q: How has your experience of touring the UK been? First 1995 tour dates above (there was at least one that is not listed, Bristol’s Loco on 30th April with TW).

A: The first UK tour with Trumans Water was amazing, we only had to turn up and play, there was no pressure on us and any time we played with Cornershop it was the same deal. Even if there wasn’t many people we didn’t get so downhearted seeing as weren't the headline band.

On the second UK tour we tried to say to Roadrunner, it’s like this, putting us on a headliner is madness, try and get us on with not even a big band, just a band that 50 or 60 people will turn up to see. There were offers there to play with The Supreme Dicks but Roadrunner wouldn’t front us the money, they said it was pointless bringing us to London for 2 or 3 shows, but then they funded the British tour where we played to no-one for two weeks, apart from the Cornershop gigs. Cornershop were saying it was a bad time of year to tour as students were on holidays. 

We went to Hull and played with Trumans and it was amazing, the audience were animals, just wrecking the place. We go there two months later and its dead, drive into town and it’s a ghost-town. I’m not making that as an excuse because even if the town was all hustle and bustle we still would have only got about 20 people cause no-one knew us. 

At least when we went back the second time, even to have three new songs to bring back to England, we had ‘Marshmallow’, we had ‘Riotman’ and ‘Hotel Cash’. To us that was like bringing gold in your pocket, these aren't off Chicks, these are just new songs. 

The second 1995 UK tour dates.

Q: Tell me more about playing with The Fall in London.

A: In March 1995 we played a beautiful little gig (The Forum) supporting Mr. Mark E. Smith and The Fall on his request or so we were led to believe and we were honoured. That was like the icing on the cake for us and when they came to Dublin (Mean Fiddler) in December they asked for us again. I mean what can we say. We were all too chicken to speak to him. We all had this idea that he was the most arrogant, most unbelievably difficult person to even get two words out of and that’s what scared us off.  We were like we wanted to say hello and I wanted to tell him I though This Nation is one of the best records I’ve heard from any British band. That’s the sort of stuff I wanted to say to the guy but when I approached him I think I mumbled, ‘How-a-yi’ in my worst Dublin accent and scurried up the stairs, hoping he wouldn’t say something sarcastic. When I caught up with Anto and Graham I was hanging out of them saying I’d just met Jesus Christ, like I’d had tea with John Lennon or something. Mark E. Smith said hello to me was my claim to fame for the rest of the day. The gig was great. We were real nervous before. If there’s any band you need as role models it’s The Fall, keep their ethics.

Q: Talk about your UK dates with Scotland’s Pilotcan in Jan/Feb 1997. Pic from Scotland above, by Kieron Mellotte.

We played 6 gigs in 11 days. The better shows were in Edinburgh and London (Camden Falcon). We’ve never really been able to get it together in Scotland, the gigs we played there in ‘95 were bad, both tours. We played with Pilotcan, we knew them from the first tour when we slept on Keiron, from the bands, floor. He puts on gigs, we slept on the same floor as Jon Spencer. He was telling us that Deus had stayed in his flat before us and that they were mad. They were all real quiet, if they weren’t out drinking they’d just be sitting around or you’d find them reading a book. They all kept talking their own language and then laughing. Kieron and all his mates would  be sitting there freaked, up the wall, he’s got  a bunch of Belgians having their own private jokes in his flat (laughs).

Stuart from Mogwai got up at the Attic in Edinburgh and played a Smog track, ‘I Break Horses’. He did it amazing, just him and guitar, he did one or two Mogwai tracks as well, the best thing that happened that night. That was the Pilotcan single launch, it was a mad night. We were all on magic mushrooms and we were going back the next day. We fell asleep listening to the Modern Lovers, amazing album, like the Velvets.

Live review from Melody Maker for first UK tour

A: Any more thoughts?

We never thought in a million years that Cornershop would work with us or even Lo Recordings wanting to put our stuff out on compilations and that. It’s staggering to us, it mightn't mean a great deal to a lot of people but it’s what we always wanted to do. Our aim is to bombard the planet with as much stuff as we can.

A few more live adverts

Wormhole and a few other Irish bands played at the 1995 Phoenix festival (get your glasses out to find them all!)

I travelled to see them play at The Garage and then joined them on the road for the next show the following night at Bristol’s Loco supporting Trumans Water. We travelled back the same night to the comforts of The Florence aka Hotel Cash in London’s King Cross.

Stephen Rennicks