#but ?? even the LIGHTING w the cap of his mum ?

[nolita-fairytale]

burn your life down | chef luca x fem!reader | chapter eight

summary: you and luca pick up where you left off a week ago.

warnings: fluff, smut (18+ only), literally just p*rn FOR the plot. big note on consent: there is protected (then sort of) unprotected sex in this chapter. the biggest point i'd like to make here is that both characters consent to both kinds and have a very open and honest conversation about it which, if you take away anything from this chapter, it's PLEASE HAVE HONEST CONVERSATIONS WITH THE PEOPLE YOU'RE SLEEPING WITH FOR EVERYONE'S SAFETY. ok rant over.

word count: 4.9k

listen to: the official 'burn your life down' playlist

a/n: another busy week ahead of me so I wanted to get this out here ASAP, but most likely won't be able to get the following chapter out for a bit. obviously, we don't know what happens w/ marcus' mom, but in this world, she doesn't die opening night of The Bear.

on another note: you guys are seriously the best and leave the sweetest and most excited comments/reblogs. i seriously love it when you guys scream at me in gifs/memes/all caps. let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from the taglist.

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“Yeah uh, everything’s been goin’ good. I think Carm’s still trying to deal with everything that happened since opening – I don’t know if you heard but – but… it’s been good,” Marcus says over his FaceTime call with his mentor. 

“No, I hadn’t. Eh, haven’t talked to him much since before you visited,” Luca answers, hesitant to ask about what happened during that first night. 

“Got locked in the fridge and kinda lost it but… he’s doin’ okay,” Marcus explains, summing up the events of The Bear’s friends and family night. 

“How are you doing? How’s your mum?” Luca asks, changing the subject from Carmen to his mentee. 

He’s had more contact with Marcus – knows more of what’s going on in Marcus’ life than Carmen’s for a bit now – and Luca wants to make sure he’s being a good friend to him, considering he’d heard about Marcus’ mom’s emergency the night of The Bear’s friends and family night. 

“She’s hangin’ on but… it’s not lookin’ great. It’s hard, man. I’m… doin’ the best I can,” Marcus admits, solemnly. 

“I can only imagine,” Luca empathizes, because he can’t bear the thought of losing his own mum. 

“But uh… anyways, what’s up? What’s new with you?” Marcus asks, his voice much more energetic from the prospect of changing the subject. 

“You sure you want to hear about me?” Luca hesitates cautiously. 

“Yeah, man,” Marcus agrees. Luca can hear something so sure in his voice, as if Marcus is in dire need of a distraction – to talk about anything but his sick mom. “Shit. I’d love to hear about someone else’s drama for once,”

Luca chuckles softly, his voice light as he replies, “No drama on my end. Though. Ehm… I met a girl. I actually kinda have you to thank for it, mate.” 

“What do you mean?” Marcus questions. 

“Well. All that talk about inspiration…” Luca says, thinking about how what he’s just makes sense. 

“... you know, about being open to things outside the kitchen…. After you left, it made me realize that it’d be a while since I’d taken my own advice. Got stuck on a menu, went out for inspiration, and, well you know what they say: the rest is history.”

He knows it’s not as simple as that, but it seems like Marcus needs a little good news right now. 

“Oh shit! How’s that going?” Marcus asks, his tone much lighter now. 

“I’m positively chuffed, mate,” Luca chuckles, unable to hide the i’m-very-much-enamored smile that spreads across his face.

“The fuck does that even mean, man?” Marcus teases with a laugh at the oh-so-posh-sounding expression. 

Luca laughs again before explaining, “It means I'm pretty damn smitten.” 

“Shit,” Marcus sighs. 

He can see it all over his face as he continues to see his mentor. 

“You’re a goner, man.”

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Luca walks you home this Saturday evening after his regular dinner date at your restaurant. While you had a steady flow of business tonight, Mathilde and the rest of your kitchen staff made it a point to rally so that you could join him for a bit. It’s been a week since your unplanned sleepover with Luca (and your pleasantly surprising sexy morning after), and you haven’t stopped thinking about it. 

Haven’t stopped thinking about him:

The way he called you ‘love.’ The way he watched you fall apart with the most pleased look on his face. The way his fingers felt inside of you. 

“Luca,” you begin. 

The two of you stand across from one another, at a crossroads. The night could end here. You could say your goodbyes, give him a goodnight kiss, and go your separate ways, but that’s far from the option you’d prefer.

“Yes, love?” he asks you, as if he’s waiting for you to ask first.

There it is again. 

Love. 

Your eyes flicker from the cobblestone streets then back up to him as you the words fall out of your mouth:

“Do you… wanna come up?” 

Something flashes across Luca’s face as he opens mouth to say something, pausing for a moment before answering, as if it’s an agreement to what you’re really asking, an ever-so confident,

“Yes.” 

You smile, take a breath, then grab his hand as you turn towards the door to your building. As Luca follows you, the only sound between the two of you are your footsteps as you make your way up the stairs. The tension between you is thick, the anticipation of what happens next palpable, that takes shape as a pregnant silence. Luca is more-than-patient as you unlock your door, welcoming him into your home once again, before locking your front door behind you. He’s busy removing his shoes as you giggle, taking yours off as well. 

Once both of you are barefoot, you reach for him, pulling him towards you so that he towers over you, your back pressed against the front door once again. 

“This feels… eerily familiar,” Luca jokes softly, so close to kissing you that it hurts. 

“Yeah,” you agree, under your breath. This is exactly where he had you a week ago, before you both decided not to do the thing you were about to do. “Think you might wanna… pick up where we left off? Now that neither of us are plastered?”

Luca waits a beat, leaning in and ghosting his lips over yours, causing you to gasp in response to his teasing. 

“Do you?” he asks, his voice steady.

He wants to know that you’re sure. Wants to know that you want this as much as him. That you haven’t stopped thinking about the other day when he watched you fall apart on his fingers and how it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. 

“Yes,” you answer, your voice unwavering. 

He swears under his breath before his mouth is on yours, kissing you so deeply that your head spins. You make a mental note to tell him later how absolutely perfect his lips are – how deliciously plump they are, how they feel perfect against yours, how talented they are. You kiss him back, allowing him to steal the air from your lungs as he does it, crowding you up against your front door. 

Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you. You push your body against his, surprised at how steady his hands are, while yours feel so desperate, so frenzied, when he reaches for you. 

His hands are all over you, leaving confident, strong touches all over your body: pulling you in closer to him by your hips, stroking up and down your back, sliding underneath the hem of your shirt like he’s already done this with you a thousand times before. With his hands already underneath your shirt, exploring new territory, and his mouth leaving a trail of wet kisses down your neck, his name leaves your lips like something between a sigh and a moan. 

He hums in response, pulling back for a moment. Your heart skips as a beath, as blue eyes lock with yours in a heated, lust-filled standoff. 

“Come with me,” you whisper, causing Luca to move aside, letting you lead him towards your bedroom. 

On the way there, you flip a hallway light on so that you can at least see where you’re going. You feel his fingers tangle with yours as he grabs your hand, his heart pounding in his chest. As soon as you reach your bedroom, you sit him down on your neatly-made bed, before turning on a small, soft, golden lamp that feels like candlelight. 

It’s just enough – more of a nightlight than a lamp, really.

You approach him without a word, and Luca marvels at you. You’re a sight for sore eyes: your hair messy from the heated makeout against your front door, your lips kiss-swollen from the fact that he can barely keep his hands, let alone his mouth off of you, your pupils blow wide with desire for him and only him. You pull your shirt over your head as you climb on to his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as you press a searing kiss to his lips. 

“My god,” he murmurs, his hands coming up to meet the newly exposed skin. You settle into his lap, pressing your hips against his, arching your back into him in response to each touch. “You are so incredibly beautiful.”

You giggle before thanking him.

“Yeah, and I know that you know you’re hot,” you tease him in between kisses, because the man must know what he looks like, right? Luca mutters something about how he wasn’t trying to solicit a compliment from you as he lays back on your bed, taking you with him.

His hands hungrily grab at exposed flesh: the sides of your back, your breasts, the straps of your bra, just to pull them down enough to think he’s going to take it off. Impatiently, you grind your hips against where a tent in his pants has begun to form, earning a moan from his lips as he bucks his hips up to meet your clothed core. 

“We should um-,” you start, already so turned on by the way Luca’s body moves against yours that you think you should bring this up sooner rather than later. “Things we should talk about….”

“Yes, my love?” Luca asks, grinding against you again. 

You moan in response, throwing your head back as you giggle, knowing that he’s teasing you – testing your patience. 

You settle down, just for a moment, both hands going to his well-toned chest. Luca’s hands still around your hips as you say:

“I have condoms. In my nightstand. And I’m also on the pill. I… just got back on it.” 

Just got back on it when you started seeing him – you know, just in case this became a thing. 

“I haven’t been tested since my yearly physical which was… almost a year ago… but I also haven’t exactly been having sex so,” you add, your eyes flickering away for just a moment before returning to Luca’s very blue ones. 

“That’s very sexy,” he smiles up at you, his hands softly stroking your hips. 

“What?” you ask with a giggle, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you shoot him a quizzical look. 

“This… very direct communication,” he replies with a smirk, grinding his hips back up into yours again. 

“Luca!” you squeal in response, catching yourself against him so that you don’t lose your balance. 

He grins before answering, “My last test was three months ago at my yearly physical. Clean bill of health.” He pauses before saying the next thing. 

“And I’m not seeing anyone else.”

You nod, leaning down to kiss him in understanding, “Okay.”

“Okay,” he replies, bringing you down once more for another passionate makeout. 

Luca is right. It’s an even bigger turn on, the open communication, and now that you’ve gotten that conversation out of the way, you’re ready to dive in head first to exactly where you hope this is going. Getting undressed is a sexy, dreamy blur. You’re practically tearing Luca’s shirt over his head, unable to hide the fact that your jaw is near-on the floor as you take it in the hard planes of his abdomen. He expertly removes your bra, and before you know it, he’s gotten you onto your back, and you’re kicking your pants off to the bottom of the bed. 

Luca pins both of your hands to the bed overhead with one of his hands – his fingers laced with some of yours as he holds them in place – while his other hand once again makes its way between your legs. You gasp in anticipation, unable to stop the confession that comes out of your mouth. 

“I haven’t stopped thinking about that. About you. All week,” you whisper, eager to have him touch you again. 

“That so?” Luca asks cockily, in between kisses. 

“Yes,” you gasp, squirming underneath your touch as two his fingers dance over your clothed core. 

From the wetness pooling between your legs up to your clit, the way he touches you sets off sparks all over your body. You pant, unable to think straight as Luca pulls your pantied aside, his fingertips meeting your wetness immediately. He moans in response to this discovery, his forehead pressed against yours, and you cry out when he finally gives you what you’ve been begging for, as he slips a finger into you. 

“Luca,” you sigh, like you’ve gotten the only thing that could remedy your restlessness as of late. 

Luca kisses you again, his tongue slipping into your mouth for a millionth time tonight as he begins sliding his finger in and out of you. 

“You’re so wet, love,” he coos, teasingly, into your mouth. “It’s too easy. The way my fingers slide in and out of you.” He pushes another finger into you, beginning to stretch you again at a deliciously slow pace. “You want me this much?”

And all you can do is moan, arch your back in response to the pleasure he brings you, his hand keeping both of yours above your head while he has you at his mercy. 

“So good,” you cry, as you breathe heavily. “So good. It feels-. Fuck.” 

He chuckles cruelly, breaking the kiss between you as he pulls his fingers from you. You whimper in response, impatiently, greedily. The man has you under a sexual spell and you could care less about anything else right now. 

“I already know how you feel about my fingers. Think I should give you my mouth too, hm?” he rasps, his question anything but rhetorical. 

Luca releases your hands that he’s pinned to the mattress, beginning to kiss down your jaw, your neck, your bare torso, pausing to take each of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue flickering across them like it’s a goddamn preview. 

“I need to hear you say it,” he commands, his voice quiet yet dominant. Luca pauses, his journey south, leaving hot, open mouthed kisses across your belly as he looks up at you with piercing blue eyes. 

“D’you want my mouth? Will you let me taste you?” 

“Please,” you’re too quick, too eager to respond when you’re looking down at him, looking down at the sight before you. 

Without hesitation, Luca tears your panties down your legs, impatiently tossing them behind him. He begins kissing the inside of your right thigh, alternating between soft kisses, and gentle love bites that have you squealing in delight. You let out soft moans in anticipation, sure that whatever happens next will bring you to an early grave. 

A hiss in pleasure escapes your lips as you feel the heat of his breath fan over you, but before your brain can even catch up, Luca’s licking a broad stripe up your core, parting you open for him and only him. 

You cry out, your head thrown back as he buries his face between your legs, tracing fierce abstract shapes over your clit. He moans against you, the vibrations too much as you surrender to him. He alternated between sucking and licking, and it’s not till he’s pushing two fingers back into you that your hands are grasping at the sheets, grabbing at the back of his head as your body writhes in pleasure. 

You can feel it, that spark so deep in your belly, the coil that winds itself so tightly that the only thing it can do to relieve any tension is to snap. 

“Luca. I’m gonna cum,” you beg him, a desperate whine in your voice. “Please don’t stop.” 

He doesn’t. It’s as if he couldn’t bear the thought of it – like he could never be cruel enough to deny you what you’re asking for when your voice sounds so sweet, so desperate, so on fire for him.

Using his fingers and his mouth in tandem, he’s relentless in bringing you to your climax, so determined to keep his name on your lips with every gasp, moan, and exhale.

And god, does he love the way it sounds: when you’re moaning it, when you’re begging him not to stop, when you make it sound like a symphony – like he’s just created a goddamn masterpiece. 

He’s left you breathless, and all you can do is breathe, allowing your brain to catch up with the pleasure your body has just experienced. Luca makes his way back up to you before pressing a searing kiss to your lips. You can taste yourself on his lips, and you have no intention of stopping now. 

You can feel the weight of him as he folds his body over yours. Curious hands begin to move as you become more and more interested in exploring Luca’s body. His muscles flex underneath your fingertips as a reminder of the sheer strength of the man above you. Luca groans as you cup him over his pants, before you begin to undo his pants.

“Do you… want to grab a condom?” he asks softly. 

You pause, your hands to meet his gaze with your own. 

“Uh.. yeah,” you reply. You had every intention of returning the favor, but perhaps that’s something you’ll save for tomorrow. “Let me just um….” 

You sit up, and Luca pulls back, kneeling on the bed as he finishes the job, undoing the button on his pants as you open your nightstand to grab a condom. You place the condom down on the bed next to you, before laying down, your legs spread enough so that Luca can settle between them as you watch him slide his pants and briefs down over his erection. 

Holy. Shit. 

The man’s an adonis. 

And…

Well, you know you shouldn’t be surprised. 

He’s 6’ 3” for godssake. 

But as you see his cock standing tall, hard, precum leaking from the tip, you’re glad you’ve had quite the night of foreplay so far, especially since it’s been a while since you’ve taken a lover. Instead of hesitating, you sit up just for a moment so that you can pull him over you, pulling Luca down to you for a kiss. He’s quick to respond, using one tatted hand to cradle the back of your head, deepening the kiss as he lays over you once again. 

Your right hand makes it way between you, beginning to stroke him, earning a hiss of pleasure from Luca as you wrap your hand around his thick length. He bucks into your hand and you stroke up and down his erection a few times before guiding him towards you, allowing him to use your slick as lubricant as the two of you grind against each. 

You know you should do the responsible thing, but you can’t help wondering what it would feel like too. But there’s time for that. Another time for that… 

As if he’s read your mind, Luca grabs the condom next to you, before sitting up. He carefully rips open the foil packet before tossing it somewhere on the floor, giving both hands the freedom to slide the latex over his hard on. And then he’s back on you, folding his body over yours as you make room for him between your legs, pressing the gentlest kiss to your lips. 

“You sure you want to do this?” he asks, and you think you’ll melt with how damn considerate he is. 

“Yes, baby,” you whisper back, it being the first time you’ve called him that. “Yes.” 

With your ‘yes’ Luca reaches down, pressing his thick tip against your opening, then begins to push in. You both gasp at the contact as he holds your gaze, and you feel the slightest pinch as he stretches you open. Luca caresses the side of your face, watching you for any sign, any kind of reaction that you’d want to stop. He keeps his eyes on you, pushing deeper, and then deeper, till he bottoms out.

Leaning his forehead against yours as he pauses, he’s got to focus on not cumming right then and there. 

“Fuck. You feel so fucking good,” he exhales, letting the way you feel take over him. You’re all warm, wet, pulsing heat and it feels too fucking good. 

You give yourself a moment to adjust to his size, before beginning to give him a few experimental movements, grinding your hips where the two of you are connected. Without having to say a word, Luca understands, dragging his hard length out of you at an unbearably slow pace, before pushing back into you, eliciting moans from the both of you this time. 

“Do that again,” you murmur, your eyes fluttering close and you focus on the delicious drag of his cock. 

He does it again, this time thrusting a little bit harder into you, causing you to moan a little louder this time. His mouth is back on yours as he begins to set a rhythm, thrusting in and out of you while you meet his hips with yours, rocking against him at a pace that matches. It’s as if Luca’s begun to map out your body, wanting to memorize every little thing that makes you tick, that makes you scream, causes you to grasp at any grabbable surface – the sheets, his hair, his back. 

His mouth is back on yours, swallowing your moans as he continues to fuck you. You’ve settled into a rhythm that feels just right – something that you can get completely lost in. It could be minutes, hours, days that you’ve been here, chasing mutual pleasure, wrapped up in each other’s arms like you need it to breathe. The way he moves against you is strong, yet gentle as Luca makes love to you, whispering the filthiest things into your mouth, into your ears, the soft canvas of your skin, as if he’s engraving them in stone.

You take me so well. So fucking pretty like this. My beautiful girl. 

“Luca,” you gasp, as he gives you a particularly euphoric thrust. 

“Hm?” he hums in response. 

“Let me ride you,” you request, your eyelids heavy as he stays close to you. 

“Yeah?” he asks you, one expressive eyebrow raising up. 

“Yeah,” you nod. 

Luca kisses you deeply before pausing, pulling out of you and rolling over onto his back. He thinks he’s died and gone to heaven as he watches you climb on top of him, your disheveled sex hair and desire to fuck him seem to awaken something primal in him. As you hover over him, your knees framing his hips, you line yourself up with him before taking him once again. 

Luca groans, letting his hands trace gentle patterns up and down your body – his hands smooth over your ass and caress your breasts, as calloused fingertips drag across your stomach, your shoulders, your ribcage – as if he's writing a love letter against your skin. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, his voice low and gravelly. 

He moans, closing his eyes as you begin moving your hips over him, forward and back, beginning to ride him like you’d asked to earlier. Large hands make their way to your hips, as you continue your movements, this time leaning down to kiss him. Luca moans into your mouth as your tongues tangle together, your hips never ceasing their grind against him. 

It feels too good. 

You feel too good.

You break the kiss this time, placing your hands on Luca’s chest for leverage as you begin to speed up your pace, letting out a moan as you fuck yourself on your lover. Back arched, hair messy, and your head thrown back, you’re completely lost in the way that he feels inside of you. 

“Look at you,” Luca marvels, hands everywhere as you bring yourself closer to your second orgasm of the night. “My god, love.” 

And before you know it, Luca’s sitting up, sitting tall, wrapping one of his long arms around your torso while the other braces against the bed behind him. He’s thrusting his hips up into you, his hand moving to the small of your back to keep you in perfect harmony with him. The way he hits the back of you with each thrust, how deep he is, how good it feels has you so, so close for the second time tonight. You cry out in response to a particularly hard thrust as your body slumps, resting your forehead against Luca’s shoulder. 

You are no longer in control. It’s funny really – and sweet – that he let you think even for a second that you could be. But when he’s bouncing you up and down like this over his hard length, thrusts becoming more erratic, more chaotic, sloppier, you have no choice but to surrender to him. You hold onto his back and his shoulders for dear life as he fucks up into you and you can tell he’s close too. 

“God, you’re so good. You’re so fucking good at this,” you whine, all nerves, and explosive pleasure behind your admission. 

“I’m close. Baby, are you-?” Luca struggles to get out, the tension in his brow telling you everything you need to know. 

“Yes. Harder. Fuck. I’m gonna cum,” you sob, sure that your neighbors will send you the dirtiest or looks when you run into them in the hallway tomorrow. 

You cry out as his fingers return to your clit, rubbing hasty circles against you in an effort to take you there with him. All you can do is moan as you busy your mouth with leaving kisses and love bites against his shoulders and chest. 

It’s somehow too much and not enough all at once as your orgasm rips through you, your entire body contracting against his. You bite down on Luca’s shoulder, and you think the pain and pleasure combined is what gets him across the finish line as he fucks you through your climax. Before you can properly come down, it’s one, two, and then a third hard thrust up into you before he lets out a primal grunt, pressing your hips down hard against his. 

Luca stills inside of you, panting as the ripples of pleasure course through his body, his ears ringing from how hard he came. His eyes meet yours, and he chuckles, moving a piece of hair from your face before tucking it behind your ear. 

“Hi,” he smiles, watching you carefully. 

“How ya doin?” you ask him, teasingly. 

He shakes his head with a laugh before pulling you towards him so that he can kiss you once again. 

“I’m great,” he answers, in between kisses. 

“Me too,” you agree as your lips curl into a smile against his. You press one more kiss to his lips before pulling back. As you climb off of his lap, allowing him to slip out of you, the two of you hit the mattress like you’ve just run a marathon. 

“Come here, love,” he says, encouraging you closer to him. 

More than happy to oblige, you curl up to his side, one of your legs wrapping around his as you lay on your side. You giggle, settling into the softness of moment, pressed up against the guy that just fucked your brains out. 

“What?” he asks, in regards to your laugh. 

“I just-,” you start, before giggling again. “That was really hot.”

Luca gives you a comforting squeeze, hugging you closer to him as you relax even further into his body. 

“Yeah it was,” he agrees, a grin spreading across his lips. 

He looks over at you to see that you’re on your way to being fast asleep. You’ve closed your eyes, so perfectly tucked underneath his arm as you rest against his body. Luca places a gentle kiss on top of your head as he grins to himself again. He’s not sure what to call it – this thing he’s feeling – because it’s too soon to call it anything, but whatever it is, he knows that his friend was right: 

He’s a goner. 

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Luca doesn’t know what he did in a past life to deserve this, but as he watches you take him into your mouth, he knows he must’ve done something right. Your name escapes his lips like a prayer as you spend your morning going down on him, completely incapable of ignoring the hard-on you woke up to minutes ago.

You’d promptly pushed him onto his back before asking if you could. 

And who was he to say no?

“Shit,” he hisses, as your tongue runs over the head of his hard, leaking cock.

“Wait, just-. I don’t want to cum yet. I-,” Luca stammers out, using all of his self control not to cum in your mouth right then and there. “I want to fuck you again.” 

His words shoot straight to your core as you release him, climbing back over his body and letting him roll you onto your back. 

“Do you want me to grab a condom?” he asks you, nipping at your jaw as his fingers discover that you’re already ready for him. 

His words from last night echo in your head: 

And I’m not seeing anyone else. 

“No,” you say, immediately searching his face for some kind of negative reaction. “Is that okay?” 

He nods, one side of his mouth turns up into that crooked smile that makes your heart race. 

“Fuck,” he rasps, his head spinning as he lines himself up with your entrance, beginning to push in. 

“Of course it is, love.”

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28 for Mike and bassment ghosts

questions from the ghosts ask game HERE!!! please send more i am very much enjoying these •w•

28: top 5 headcanons for [insert this character here]?

YES!!!! UNDERRATED CHARACTER QUESTIONS!!!!!! i fucking love mike, he deserves SO MUCH on this show, and kiell is SO FUNNY. he had me howling on taskmaster and he really is just playing himself on ghosts with a different name. LOVE the plague ghosts!!!!! i wish we had so much more (esp nigel he's my favourite), i loved them in the newest christmas special <3

MIKE

- adhd KING.

- mike is actually pretty good mates with julian and robin specifically - as good as you can be with incorporeal enteties you cant see or hear. he and robin both learnt a sort of morse code to communicate with general lights, and a stranger things system in one of the non-public rooms of BH. julian uses fridge magnets (word ones and letter ones) to talk to him, as well as keyboards. yes they often use their skills to take the absolute piss, but sometimes they INVOLVE him in their mischief.

- similarly, he can sort of communicate with mary? she walks through him if she really needs his attention, or sets off a smoke alarm (not the house ones, but extra ones they put at person-level). she always says good morning when he and alison come for breakfast :)

- even after he figures out the ghosts arent floating above him, he still looks up and away from them if they've been pricks just to piss them off.

- him and obi have known each other since nursery or reception. when alison married mike she FULLY understood that she was getting obi as part of the package. mikes parents ring obi every christmas and send him presents. they are like his second set of parents.

PLAGUE GHOSTS

- mick absolutely has a crush on cap after s4. cap is far too oblivious to notice though.

- geoff and jean are absolutely an item now. divorce wasnt really a thing back in their day? so geoff and his wife (lollys ghost) just kept on trucking until news of divorce trickled down to the basement (DECADES late) and they immediately were like "oh fuck this marriage." they're better friends now, and jean and geoff are happy :)

- speaking of jean, when walter left nigel behind during "about last night", jean absolutely tore him a new aresehole when she found out. nobody can stand a sad nigel and his big baby blue doe eyes.

- jemima isnt part of the plague pit. shes from a later plague, but she visits reasonably often because the basement folks are like her. she doesnt scare or disgust them, they're like a big family of uncles and aunts to her. however... she doesnt stay down there. she knows she makes the basement folk a little sad, since she reminds them of their own kids - none of whom have stayed as ghosts until the current time. so she drifts in and out. the basement folk are actually delighted by her visits and encourage her to stay more - yes, she does remind them of their long gone kids, and that is sad, but they dont hold it against her and love her company enough it doesnt matter. she doesnt quite believe them though :(

- nigel is very much a caretaker of the group. which is funny because ALL the other ghosts take care of him <3. especially jean. shes very much a mum of the group.

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Graduation Party ~ MYG [Request]

WORD COUNT: 1.1K

PAIRING: Yoongi x reader

GENRE: fluffy, graduation party, cute yoongi,

A/N: I’m sorry its so short! But congratulations on graduating again!!! 

Yoongi knew he wasn't going to be able to attend your graduation ceremony so he was planning something big. He didn't want you to have to go to your ceremony alone and then to some boring party so he was going to do something for you. Everything had been in the works for weeks and he was finally ready for you to come to the studios. 

"She's on her way up, tell everyone to hide," Yoongi told Namjoon as he looked down at the photograph you had just sent to Yoongi. Standing in your gap and gown holding your diploma with the biggest smile on your face. All those years of studying and exams finally paying off and making you happy, even Yoongi felt as though he had accomplished something. With all those late nights of helping you study he was sure he could have taken the test too. The boys began hiding around the dance studio while your friends and family hid around the room. 

Those who knew about your relationship with Yoongi had been invited weeks ago, he wanted this to be something special. As far as you knew, no one could come to see you graduate because they had conflicting schedules.

"I'll go and meet her," Yoongi whispered to Jungkook, heading out of the door and toward the elevators. Doing his best to act as though he wasn't super excited to get you into the dance studio. 

"There she is! My graduate!" He yelled the moment the doors opened, you practically screamed rushing over to him and hugging him tightly. All you had wanted to do that day was hug him, hold him and never let go. 

"I did it," You whispered as he kissed your shoulder, rubbing your back softly as he continued to hold you in the hallway. Ignoring the looks he was getting from the other staff members in the room. 

"I'm so proud of you baby," He smiled as you pulled back, looking up at him as he took your face in his hands. Running his thumb along your cheek as tears began to run down then. You weren't always so emotional but hearing Yoongi tell you that he was proud of you for this made you feel it. All of your hard work had finally paid off and you were leaving University with a degree and a happy life.

"I wasn't the-" You were going to say the best in your class but Yoongi shook his head, not wanting to hear anything negative fall from your mouth. 

"You did the best you could! That's all you can ask for," He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, walking in the direction of the dance studio with you.

"I just need to get my bag and we can go for dinner." That was the lie Yoongi had convinced you of. That the two of you were going to go for dinner together that night in a small family-run restaurant. 

"Sure," You mumbled taking off your cap and gown, rolling them up in your arms to reveal the dress you had picked out that morning. Yoongi took one look at you and smiled happily, wearing your favourite coloured dress and you looked beautiful. To Yoongi you would always look beautiful but tonight there was a glow to you that made you more beautiful.

"Why are all the lights out?" You mumbled flicking the switch on the side of the wall when someone suddenly jumped up making you scream out in surprise. 

"SURPRISE!" Jungkook screamed blowing a noisemaker right next to your ear making you whimper a little. Tears gushing up in your eyes as you turned to look at everyone in the room, each and every one of them clapping for you. 

"I thought you were all busy," You sniffled looking at your family members who were smirking at you. 

"You think we would miss celebrating your graduation?" Your mum asked as she walked over to you, hugging you tightly as you pushed your head into her chest. 

"Thank you," Your mother shook her head at you, pointing over at Yoongi who was standing beside the food table trying to make sure everything was perfect. 

"Yoongi organised everything." You looked at Yoongi and smiled, this whole time you thought he had been stressed over work and it was over all of this. The late nights and secret meetings all finally had an explanation.

"Thank you," You breathed out as you hugged Yoongi from behind, pushing your head into his shoulder blades as he smiled. 

"Anytime angel, you enjoying the party?" He questioned, feeding you one of the cake pops that were shaped like graduation caps. Everything was so well done and organised it was hard to believe Yoongi would do any of this for you. 

"Very much, you're the best boyfriend in the world." You whispered as he smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist so you would stand in front of him. 

"You have presents back at the dorms but I have one here for you." He pulled something out of his back pocket and you frowned. A small white envelope in his hand and a huge smile across his face. Another thing he had been hiding from you for a while, having a few close calls with you seeing the tickets too.

"What is it?" You laughed as he gave you the envelope to open, watching you with anticipation all over his face. 

"Yoongi..." You sighed looking at the plane tickets that were in the envelope, your dream holiday destination splashed across them with all-inclusive deals beside them.

"It's a gift, you can't say no...W-Well you can but I want us to do this, 2 weeks away. Just the two of us, no work, no distractions." You couldn't believe that he was willing to do this for you, two weeks alone. 

"You're doing this just for me?" He smiled at you, running his hand over your cheek and nodding. His eyes never leaving yours as you let out small tears, 

"No crying, this is a good thing." He chuckled kissing your forehead softly, 

"Besides, we both need a nice relaxing holiday." He told you as he began to feed you more cake pops and food bits that were closest to him on the table. It was safe to say that the two weeks you had ahead of you were going to be the most romantic and relaxing vacation you would ever have in your entire life. All thanks to Yoongi who couldn’t wait to spend some one on one time with you.

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Gone, But Not Forgotten

Pairings- Finn Shelby x Shelby! Reader, Shelby family x Shelby reader

Word count- 2,234

Warnings- Description of mental illness, implied/referenced self-harm, it’s the 1920s, so people not understanding mental illness, let me know if I messed any. Not proofread.

A/N- So, rather than writing what I’ve been asked to write, I wrote this-big thanks to my mum for naming this for me. The mental illness depicted in this is based off of my own struggles with mental health and I tried to dial down so I don’t offend anyone. Anyway, with that all said, I really hope you enjoy!!

“The forgotten Shelby” that’s what I was; that’s all I was. Finn Shelby’s twin, was another thing people would call me, no one would just call me (Y/N) Shelby. At least everyone that said that remembered I was Shelby though. Tommy was having a big party for Lizzie’s birthday; everyone was invited. Everyone except me. I found out about the party while I was at Garrison, some strangers sitting next to me were talking about it. Finn didn’t even tell me. Finn and I used to be inseparable. Now I was all alone.

I pushed everyone away, I pushed my friends with away; I pushed my family away. I never wanted to loose them, though, not really. I just... I couldn’t help myself, for some reason, I felt as though I didn’t need them; I never could control my emotions. I was always getting in trouble in school for my emotional outbursts, but I couldn’t stop it from happening. They’d change all the time, my emotions. Sometimes I felt the same emotion for a day, sometimes my emotions would change every hour.

I hadn’t talked to my family in three months when I heard a knock at my door. I opened it to see my twin, Finn, standing there.

“Hey, Finn,” I grumbled. I was happy to see him, but I’d been living off the last pay-check Tommy had given me. I left school two years after Finn did so both of us couldn’t do anything but go into the family business. But it’d pushed them away; they wanted nothing to do with me.

“(Y/N),” He breathed out. “How are you? What’s been going on in your life? Are you-“ He cut himself as he looked behind me. The place was disgusting. I knew that. I just couldn’t motivate myself to clean it. “(Y/N/N)... what the fuck happened?” Despite his wording, his voice was soft and full of concern.

“I... I just couldn’t clean. I mean, physically I could, but I just couldn’t get myself out of bed to do so; I didn’t have any reason to,” I murmured embarrassed that he’d seen the pigsty I’d been living in. “I-I’ll clean soon though. I had to get up to answer the door, so I’ll clean a little today.” I gave him a sad smile but he didn’t return it.

“I never realised it was this bad...”

“What?”

“Your mind. Whatever the fuck’s going on in the head of yours; I didn’t know it was this bad.” I moved to try and block the sight of my home from him even though he’d already seen it.

“Why are you here, Finny?” Finny, the same thing I’d called since I first learnt to talk.

“To invite you to Lizzie’s birthday, but... (Y/N), you can’t live like this.” His eyes stared into mine; into my soul. I could not only hear the concern in his voice, but I could see it in his eyes as well. I didn’t want that. I didn’t want to be a burden.

“I’m okay, Finn. I’m alive, aren’t I?” I giggled, but stopped when I realised he didn’t find it funny.

“Being alive doesn’t mean you’re fine! Pack some clothes, you’re coming to stay with me.”

“Oh no, Finny, I don’t want to bother you,” I mumbled, looking at the ground.

“You’re my twin. You’re not bothering me, just let me help you. Please?” He begged. He was begging to help me. I didn’t deserve his help, but I needed it.

“Okay, Finny. Wait here, I’ll pack a bag.” I walked into my bedroom, grabbing a duffel bag I’d stolen from John a while back, and stuffed the few clean clothes I had left inside it. Walking into the bathroom, I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste, then I spotted my stash of razor blades I collected as a child. When I was younger, I would steal the blades my brother would sew into their caps; they always thought they’d misremembered grabbing them. At first, it was just to be a nuisance, but, eventually, it was to cut myself. My brain screamed at me to leave them behind. But I couldn’t. I grabbed them, stuffing into the front pocket of my duffel bag and walking to Finn’s flat with him.

I looked around the small room Finn said was now mine. It wasn’t bad; it was was nicer than the room he and I shared growing up.

“Thanks, Finny.” I smiled at him, carefully placing my bag down to make sure the blades couldn’t be heard.

“No problem, (Y/N/N).” He smiled back at me. “So... are your coming to Tommy’s?” He asked carefully.

“No.” I couldn’t face Tommy, the head of the family. Finn was my twin, he was fine, but the rest of them? They’d hate me, I was sure of it.

“Why not? They wouldn’t be mad.”

“Finn, they’ll hate me; I was horrible to them.” I started to hyperventilate and I didn’t know why, it just happened and I couldn’t stop it. “Th-they-they.”

“(Y/N), calm down. Breathe, (Y/N/N),” Finn cooed, trying his best to calm me down, but it wasn’t that easy.

“I can’t-I can’t,” I gasped out.

“Yes you can, you just have to do it slower.” He grabbed my hand, placing it over his chest so I could feel his slow heartbeat. “Breath with me, okay?” There was panic in his eyes, but he trained his voice well so that I couldn’t hear it. He took deep, exaggerated breaths. It took awhile, but, eventually, my breathing started to calm and the tears in my eyes cleared up.

Finn didn’t say anything as he walked over to my new bed, lowered himself and gently pulled me into him. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his warm embrace. I had been so long since I last saw another person, let alone got a hug off someone. I missed all of my family, but I missed my twin the most, I clung to him like he’d disappear if I let go.

“You okay?” Finn asks, finally letting the worry and concern flood his voice.

“Yeah... thank you, Finny,” I smile up at him. After a moment of silence, I spoke up again, “please don’t make me go, Finn.”

“You don’t have to go, (Y/N/N). I just thought you would want to, that’s all.” One of his hands started to smooth through my hair; Polly used to do that when we were younger.

“I’ll see them soon, it’s just... it’s a party, loads of people will be there and don’t think I can cope with that; you’re the first person I’ve seen in months, Finn, that was overwhelming enough.” I lower my gaze to the floor, embarrassment rushing through my body at how bad I got.

“Fuck, (Y/N)... I never realised it was that bad,” Finn mumbles and tightens his embrace. I hate that he’s pitying me, I know why he is but I hate it.

“It’s okay; I’m okay,” I replied. I’d gotten so you used to saying that I’m fine, it’s hard-wired into my brain.

“No, (Y/N), you’re not okay! If you were okay you wouldn’t have been living like that!” Finn exploded, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. I felt tears burning in my eyes.

“Fuck sake,” I cry, rolling my eyes. I’m sick of crying! Sometimes I can’t cry at all, and other times I can’t stop crying. It’s a fucking nightmare.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I should’ve shouted, I’m sorry,” Finn frantically apologies. I shake my head, curling in on myself.

“No, no, I need to my shit together! I’m so fucking useless!” I shouted, beginning to claw at my arms. “Fucking worthless piece of shit,” I mumble to myself. Suddenly, there are hands on my wrists, holding them together to stop be scratching.

“Stop it, (Y/N/N), you’re scaring me,” Finn spoke as tears begin to fill his eyes. I thrash against him trying to free myself, but it’s not working, he’s too strong.

“Let me go!” I scream. The front door opens, but I don’t realise, far too focused on freeing myself to care about who’s coming into Finn’s flat. “Get the fuck off of me!” I feel my throat ripping as I scream bloody-murder.

“Please! Stop it, (Y/N)!” Finn begs as two men enter to room. My twin’s pleas land on deaf ears, all I know in this moment is anger; all I know is that I have to get free. I fight and fight until something hits me on the back of the head and I black out.

My eyes flutter open, trying to adjust to the light. Looking around I see my family. Finn standing at the other end of the room, his cheeks stained with now dry tears; he looks scared as our eyes meet. Guilt overwhelms me, filling up my body until tears start cascading down my cheeks. Next to Finn stands John, one arm wrapped around Finn’s shoulders with a look of worried and perhaps guilt on his face. Polly sits next to me, her gaze upon the floor, shame and guilt paint her face too. Ada, I can’t see her face, she’s looking at some flowers placed on a dresser. The flowers look sad though, perhaps Ada does too. Arthur fights back tears as he looks at me, gripping onto Linda’s hand tightly, arguably too tight. And Tommy, he looks angry, or maybe neutral, I can never tell the two apart. Either way, he’s leans against the window looking at me. Lizzie sits on the bottom of the bed, looking up at me with sad eyes, she sends me a pitying smile as we lock eyes.

“Finny,” I croak, my throat still sore for my screaming.

“Don’t.” Tommy looks at me. Angry. He’s definitely angry. I don’t want him to be angry. “Don’t fucking speak to him; you terrified him,” His voice isn’t loud, but it’s not happy. Fuck, I fucked up again! I always fuck up! I try to hit myself, but I can’t move my arms, looking up I see that they’ve tied my arms to the bed.

“(Y/N),” Finn speaks shakily. “W-we had to, y-you we’re out of-of control.” My heart shatters at thought of Finn being scared of me.

“I didn’t mean to,” I murmur quietly, they won’t listen to me but it’s true, I don’t want to hurt them.

“I-I know.” Finn says softly.

“No, no that’s not enough.” Tommy’s stern voice cuts in again. “First, you cut us all off, and now you act like that? What the fuck is wrong with you? Eh?” I feel myself start to panic, a sudden weight on chest makes it hard to breath and it’s only getting heavier like someone in slowly but surely pushing it down until it crushes.

“I-I d-don’t know, I d-don’t-“ I cut myself off, unable to form the words.

“For fuck sake, (Y/N)! Stop that!” Tommy demands, but it only makes it worst. I just want to curl up in a ball, but I can’t because I can’t get my hands free.

“Tom, stop! Shouting makes it worst!” I think I hear Finn say, but he’s sounds so far away. I pull at the ropes tying me to the bed. Just have to get free. Just have to get free. Finn, seeing me panic and realising no one was gonna help, rushes over. “(Y/N/N), it’s Finny. Listen to me, yeah?” I can hardly hear him, but I try to focus on his voice. “I know it’s hard, but you need to try to calm down, okay? Stop pulling on the restraints and I’ll undo them, okay?” I nod slowly. “Good, that’s good.” He keeps talking as he unties the ropes. Repeating his action from earlier, he places my hand over his chest and takes long, deep breaths. I copy him as best I can until, finally, I calm down. I threw my arms around him, catching him off guard. It took a few seconds but he hugged me back.

“I’m so sorry, Finny!” I cry, but he just hushes me, rubbing my back soothingly.

“It’s okay, (Y/N). I know you didn’t mean to,” He coos softly, one hand reaching up to run his fingers through my hair. I hate myself for what I put him through, I hate myself for what I put my family through... but I can’t control it.

“I’m sorry, Finny. I don’t want you to be scared of me, I love you, you’re my brother. Please, please don’t be scared of me. I don’t mean it!” I beg and cry and plead. Finn doesn’t know how to deal with me, but he knows a lot more than anyone else does. As I cry and I beg and I plead for forgiveness, he grants it. When I promulgate my love for him and the rest of my family, he says he understands; he says he loves me too. He squeezes me with his comforting arms that provide security and safety. Crying into his arms I feel the judgement radiating from everyone else, but Finn seems to understand better than most, better than me sometimes.

The rest may not understand, they may not want to, but Finn. Finn understands, he wants to understand me more than he already does. He wants to be there for me, he wants to help me, he wants to safe me.

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CHAPTER 1: Perfer et obdura, dolor hic tibi proderit olim.

Summary: 19 year old Elizabeth Hillard is met with the truth that she is actually a late blooming Omega.

Please read the trigger warnings and tags!: description of medical vagina examination, abandonment and verbal scolding/abusive tones. non-consensual treatment. non-consensual drugging.

Notes: A gift to @cursedcursingviking

“Perfer et obdura, dolor hic tibi proderit olim” means “be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful to you.”

April 15th 2023, 13:00pm, Saint Heiler, Jersey, United Kingdom.

“Holy shit, holy shit, no, no, no!” she was sobbing. Stick in hand, a horse shoe and a smiley face soaked in her urine on the tip. Five other tests were on the floor around her feet, all positive; all Omega.

She couldn’t believe this, her whole life said “Alpha, Alpha, you are an Alpha.”

Her parents were both Alphas!

She was meant to be an Alpha!

The possibility of being an Omega for her is less than six percent. The last Omega in her family was her great-grandmother on her mother’s side or some distant shit like that. Her aunts and uncles were all betas and Alphas.

Her family have always told her that “to be an Omega is to be a waste of time.”

Omegas were submissive, obedient, they were at home looking after pups or in the hospital at the nursery or at daycares looking after loud, slobbering toddlers.

Her family were strongly built, they were made of soldiers, police officers, construction developers, political leaders and company CEO’s. Not pathetic, whiney housewives.

Currently she was seeing her whole world swirling down the toilet as she flushed it.  She wanted to stay in school and study to be a high paid vet! Now she’ll be sent to a correctional centre or foreign country with extra distant family and forced to knit and paint until finally sold off to a partner or a birthing centre for science.

She sobbed harder before finally vomiting over the toilet bowel induced by the overwhelming stress.

Laying her cheek on the seat she glanced at her watch and cringed. Her mother would be home any minute! Picking up each test, she considered snapping them in half and clogging the toilet up with them yet what was the use? When scent was in the picture evolution was the final bitch.

Looking at the many smiley faces she felt like they were mocking her, laughing at her. Normally she would get angry, but now…instead she was sad. Tears sprung in her eyes again as she cradled them to her chest. Stumbling out of the bathroom she clamped up the stairs to her bedroom. She shut the door instead of slamming it. Gentle, considerate. Dropping the tests onto the side table, she fell into her bed and crawled under her covers.

“W-worst day ever.” She cried over and over, muffled by the softness of her pillows she inhaled in.

April 15th 2023, 16:30pm, Saint Heiler, Jersey, United Kingdom.

“Beth! Come down here please!” Her mother called from the kitchen.

Elizabeth’s eyes flashed open, she was wrapped in a tumble of her sheets and blankets. Her mother must’ve just come just gotten home, she was always so busy with her corporate work, she hadn’t seen her dad in two weeks since his overtime in the city bank.

She could hear her call again, firmer this time around.

She groaned and dragged herself up from her bed and down the stairs. Her stomach growled, hungry. She wondered what her mother was planning to cook or if they were just going to have pizza.

Stepping into the Kitchen her mother was kicking off her leather shoes and ripping her suit jacket over the counter.

“What did I say about boys?” She snapped over her shoulder. Drinking down a Painkiller. Great, she was already in a bad mood. She forgot her mother only got her cornrows re-braided yesterday, her head must’ve been violently sore. Elizabeth tried warning her to not go into work, call in a sick day, but no one would attempt to change Mrs. Hillard’s mind once it was made, like most mums.

But boys? Now that Elizabeth didn’t understand the sudden burst of tone. She felt her body loosen and turn icy, her skin covered in goosebumps. She mother was furiously popping an second pill before her when Elizabeth shivered, “D-don’t bring boys over.”

She sneered, her canines flashing; her large brown eyes identical to her daughters, glared her down.

Stepping around her to the cupboards, she whipped out an air freshener and dosed the room in a scent of lavender…only to be clouded by hormonal pheromones.

She felt the air grow painfully heavy as her mother hissed and sprayed the can out, before furiously slamming onto the counter and slamming the cupboards shut.

“Then why the fuck do I smell an omega?!” her sharp nail pointed to the ceiling and she began yelling as though there was someone upstairs she was calling to, “You tell that bloody boy to get out before I haul his goddamn omega ass out onto the fucking sidewalk!”

Omega…She thinks I brought an omega over…She smells…me…omega…I’m an omega…no…no…

“M-mum…I don’t have a b-boy over,” Elizabeth stepped from side to side.

Her mother pinched the bridge her nose and sighed, “Well Beth…I didn’t know you were into girls,” gently reaching out, and peeled back her daughter’s silk cap lovingly releasing her coily hair, “…but she needs to leave.” Her mothers fingers touched her cheek, boiling. It was then that colour started to fade from her face.

“Mum, please-” Before the poor teen could explain that she was the scent, Mrs Hillard marched her way up stairs and slammed open the door to her room where a giant wave of humid Omega scent flew out.

No…no! Mum! Stop! No!

Her voice was silent, her lips shut in a worried grimace.

As Elizabeth ran up the stairs, she heard her mother scream.

April 15th 2023, 17:45pm, Saint Heiler, Jersey, United Kingdom.

The hospital was…cold…the air-conditioning pelting down on her neck made her snuggle deeper into her sweater. Her mother was trembling just as hard as she was. She was shaken up herself, Elizabeth couldn’t tell if her mother was experiencing fear, rage even …disappointment. She hadn’t let Elizabeth touch her ever since she found all the positive Omega tests. When she tried to hold her hand, her mother growled at her.

Elizabeth though craved touch, she needed support, she needed her mum, she needed affection.

The waiting room was almost empty, the only other people was an Omega man with his pup in a sling while his Alpha wife continued to protectively touch their baby’s forehead. Elizabeth stared at the baby though… pups…where are my pups?...

“Elizabeth Hillard?” an English accent cut through the train of thought on the baby. In the doorway to the hall, the tall doctor was looking between her and the couple. When she stood up, with her mother hot on her tail, he smiled and led them to his office.

Awkwardly Elizabeth sat down onto waiting chair next to the doctors desk. Taking a deep breath she could smell the scent of Alpha and hand sanitiser. The overwhelming senses made her feel slightly nauseas.

Her mother sat beside her with a mournful sigh, she lifted her hand out to the doctor to shake it, “Julia, Mrs Hillard, Beth’s mother.”

He smiled, “Hello Mrs Hillard, I’m Doctor Cavill.” After the two Alphas acquainted themselves he finally sat in his wheeley chair and regarded Elizabeth.

“What can I help you with today Miss Hillard?” he smiled. Beth noticed how he looked so clean, and was built like a brickhouse, he smelt like an Alpha. The rooms light glinted on his medical wrist band proclaiming him as his blood type and confirming his own scent. Behind his spectacles, his eyes were kind, made of two colours, blue and his left eye had a tip of brown…it was merely something she saw...his smile was warm like a freshly baked cookie. Oh god…she was aroused.

Beth didn’t realise she wasn’t answering his question when he stared at her and her mother finally answered.

“She smells like an Omega.”

The Doctor then turned his attention away and pursed his lips and lifted a single brow at Mrs. Hillard, “Is something wrong with that?”

Her mother scoffed and rose her voice to a humiliating state. Elizabeth’s heart was beating fast, her cheeks were heating up and she tried sinking further into the seat. Her nose dug into the woollen shoulder of her sweater.

“Her father and I are both pure blooded Alphas! How can this happen!? The last omega we had was my great-grandmother and that’s it!”

Doctor Cavill sighed calmly taking off his glasses and setting them on his desk he then folded his arms and stood from his desk, “I see, well then Mrs Hillard, please step outside to the waiting room. I will need to conduct a blood and vaginal test.”

Her mother obviously huffed and grumbled about ‘how unprofessional’ and ‘surely I can stay’. Even now Elizabeth wanted her to leave with her hostile attitude. Luckily there was no way a female Alpha would argue with a male Alpha. When the door shut though it felt strange. All the heavy tension in the room lifted off of Elizabeth’s chest. She felt instantly calmer and made it easier to breathe.

The doctor sat back into his desk chair and crossed a leg over another casually.

“So…” he smiled, “How do you feel Miss Hillard?”

She gulped slightly and shakily answered, “Everything is smelling sweeter than normal,” she hated the scent of hand sanitiser but now it was something she wanted to shove up her nose. If it blocked out every other scent from the dust on the walls to the chocolate in the vending machine outside to the scent of the alpha right in front of her…she’d drink it all down.

“No,” he chuckled pushing back from his desk and started rummaging through his desk for medical items, “I mean, are you okay? Are you stressed or scared, or are you alright? I can always get a cup of water for you. But we need to take your blood first.”

She shook her head and tucked her neck deeper down into her sweater. Her fingers felt the scratchiness of the wool. She nodded and slipped the material off over her head and folded it neatly onto the chair her mother sat.

“I’m terrified,” Elizabeth confessed, her voice choked up, “I don’t want to be an Omega, I hope this is just a stupid puberty flux…maybe it’s a flip!”

It wasn’t uncommon for this situation to happen. Hormones can sometimes Flip and shows signs for the two other blood types, sometimes blood has become contaminated due to high iron levels or too much sugar intake. Diabetes were always Flipping the board. There were a million things that could cause a Flip in the hormonal pool.

“There’s nothing wrong with being an Omega you know,” her doctor commented sternly, holding up a needle, changing the needle point while Elizabeth choked.

She felt unusually insulted, “Everything is wrong with being an Omega, I won’t get the job I want and I won’t be allowed to come to parties with my friends, I’ll be stuck home with a…a…a fucking baby. Or sent to a breeding farm! I heard about the science experiments conducted on pregnant Omegas in the camps.”

The doctor turn abruptly at her and narrowed his eyes at her, he seemed offended. What does he need to be offended about, he’s an Alpha!

But his frown became a smirk, “You’re aware they are safetly committed with the Omegas consent,” He patted the medical chair in the centre of the room, “But whatever case, what do you want to do Career wise?” he asked while she crawled up atop of the tall chair and let him pull up her sleeve and wipe the alcohol on her arm.

“I want to be a vet,” She winced as the needle broke through her skin. She looked away from the bubbling blood being sucked up through the tube.

As he pulled away and capped the needle tip he asked, “Ever thought about midwifery?”

“I don’t like babies,” she snorted, “They’re so uncomfortable to be around. And I don’t want to listen to a screaming woman in labour.”

She noticed the movement in his shoulders as they slumped, he nodded and she felt like she was failing an unspoken test. She felt a rising anxiety, she growled to herself, it’s just a hormonal Flip.

“Fair enough,” her doctor said off handily, he sealed up her blood in a plastic bag and started to write her details. The pen cap lazily hung from his lips. He looked like he smoked…he didn’t smell like it though, maybe it was the way he stood. His scent was so easy to smell and feel…the omega yearned to know if he could smell her. And to her tragic uncontrol, her underwear were rubbing rough against her sensitive areas, the fumes dragged out this needing slick that was sickening.

Being omega is disgusting, this is what they do all the time? Gross! GET ME SOME ALPHA HORMONES NOW. She knew this had to be wrong, all the time she had been surrounded by alphas and she had been strong and confident like an alpha, maybe a little strategic like a beta. She was sure though she was alpha rather than beta and there was no possible way for her to present as a dormant omega for this long!

“How old are you Miss Hillard?”

“I’m eighteen,” she informed him of her birthday and he nodded, writing it down in the corner of the bag.

She was officially pissed off, crossing her arms she felt her eyes watering. “I want to be an Alpha or even a Beta,” she whimpered, “I can’t be an Omega, no way.”

The whimper…Shit! Stop whimpering you baby! Stop proving this point! Could you be anymore Omega!?

The doctor placed the test bag on his desk before gifting her a soft tissue “Have you taken a home determine test?” his hands settled onto his knees as he crouched down before her.

She broke out into a light sob and nodded, “ugh huh, I took six different ones…all positive for Omega.”

The doctor smiled sadly and handed her the box of tissues he had on his desk.  A nurse came knocking barely after she had started. It made her feel puny when she couldn’t stop herself from crying. She felt helpless, why couldn’t they just get her some alpha hormones already?

“Please take this to the test room,” he asked the nurse, handling a plastic bag with her needle inside.

Doctor Cavill let Beth cry as long as she wanted and reminded her that it wasn’t a hundred percent if she was an Omega yet.

The doctor rubbed her back and cleared his throat. From a draw below her feet he pulled out a green plastic cape, “Miss Hillard would you like to step into the bathroom there and remove your bottoms? Put the gown on?”

Time to get the vaginal confirmation that she was tighter than a needle hole. She pushed his hand away. God he sounded patronising, even if he was being merely polite about the events unfolding she took it as a personal attack, an underlying “You’re a weak omega, deal with it!”

No! I’m not an Omega!

Things were escalating to quickly; she barely realised the conclusions she was leaping to and how dramatic she was pushing with these emotions. She sniffed hard and snapped at him, “Can’t I just take my pants off now?”

Doctor Cavill shifted back uncomfortably, he grit his teeth and scrunched up his eyes, “I merely am offering a more comfortable option,” he clapped his hands, “But you may if you wish, have you ever attended a gynaecologist for a papsmear?” he asked as he got his tools ready from another draw.

She leaped off the chair and slammed her foot down.

“Duh!” She yelled, kicking her shoes off, and shoving her pants down, she was furious. Moodswings was a popular symptom of Flips.

“I just want to get this over with. Mum is so pissed off. Can’t wait for some fucking A-pills.” She grumbled, leaning back into the chair and spread her legs apart…normally she did this with a female doctor but right now she was too impatient to request a woman and she needed to know how fucked up her Flip was and how long would she experience it and how powerful would the drugs be. She couldn’t ever stand the look her mother gave her when she held up the positive determine test with horror.

The doctor cleared his throat again, snapping white gloves onto his hand and over his wrist band. He squirted a tube of lube over his hands and over the speculum, lining it up to her vagina and pushed it inside slowly, “Miss Hillard, please relax for me.”

She huffed to herself. I am fucking relaxed! No you’re not, you’re a bad omega, obey him!

The metal was cold inside of her but she was looking forward to the results: Alpha, Alpha, Alpha, I am Alpha.

He took a flashlight and shone the light down her passage, looking down at her inner muscles, “How often do you practise sexual intercourse Miss Hillard?” looking up at her from her pussy.

Shit, the scent was strong, it was so sweet like maple syrup and honey but sweeter…lick me. Oh fuck please alpha please please.

She shook her head and blushed, “N-never, I’ve only masturbated. So….” She swallowed hard, her head felt hot and she swore she could feel cold sweat dripping down, “Am I an Alpha or Beta?”

The doctor dipped two rubber fingers inside of her, patting down and around inside her. And suddenly his eyes widened, he gently slipped out his fingers and the cold speculum out. On his fingers was blood…oh shit…

“You may sit up and dress Miss Hillard, “The doctor set his tools and gloves into a silver tray. She was shaking…what was she?

He was washing his hands in the sink right beside her head when she bit her lips and lifted up her undies and jeans back up. The room was so quiet, the only noise was the sinks running water and the air conditioner. Beth shivered and sniffled.

Doctor Cavill’s shoulders were low, he turned his head and faced her. Twisting his fingers together he shook his head, “Miss Hillard,” he started with a long exhaled breath, “You’re days away from your first Estrus.”

The earth dropped and the moon broke and the stars were dimmed…“What do you mean Estrus!?” she questioned. Tears spurted from her eyes again. Gagged by nature.

No fucking way. Yes way.

“‘Heat’, an Omega will go into Estrus or commonly known as Heat while an Alpha will go into Oestrus commonly known as a ‘Rut’,” Doctor Cavill tried explain only for the angry young woman to scream abuse at him.

“I know what it is! I must be going into Oestrus, n-not an estrus, I can’t be an Omega, doctor! Ch-Check again!”

Sweat trailed down her face onto her neck, her heart was punching her insides, seeking an escape of her ribcage.

When she tried undoing her pants again, her doctor tore her hands away and took her wrists up, he was breathing harshly through his nose, “Miss Hillard I’m going to have to ask you to sit down and take a deep breath. Listen to me.”

She shook her head over and over, she couldn’t believe it! She was finally sobbing hard, choking on her tears.

Wailing, “No, no, no, please doctor, please!”

Out of the depth of the doctor’s chest came a stern growl, “Sit. Down. Now. Or I will have to restrain and sedate you.”

Her body was out of control, she didn’t want to sit but her arse met the chair cushion anyway. Good omega.

The doctor huffed, shaking his head with disappointment, her head flinched down, cowering and humiliated. She felt apologetic, but this wasn’t the real her.

“Good girl,” he praised, handing her a paper cup filled with water from the sink, “Now drink.”

The water was gulped down in a heartbeat, she needed the refreshment even if she didn’t want it, her doctor nodded, “That’s it.”

As she sipped on some more water the nurse from earlier stepped inside and handed the doctor a sheet of paper. The blood results… she shook on the spot, her red face panicking.

“Pl-please.” She choked on the water slightly, clearing her sore throat she sniffled, “What does it say?”

There was still a chance, maybe he was wrong; maybe this was just a intense Oestrus that was causing her to bleed. Maybe it was so strong her vaginal walls were stabbing themselves, seeking out an omega cock to claim.

Cavill looked from her to the parchment a few times, he shook his head. He held out the medical sheet to her and pointed to a positive cross.

The world went silent even as he was talking to her…it was a distant noise.

“Miss Hillard, you are as I had diagnosed, Omega positive,” he scratched his gland gently, “You are days away from your first Estrus I will give you a choice to either battle through it with medical aids or medical suppressants.”

She dropped the paper and the cup, the shock was as cold as ice. She felt weak and her arms numb, her eyes rolled back and her mouth lulled open. Her life was completely over.

Elizabeth Hillard the Omega fainted.

April 16th 2023, 1:25am, Saint Heiler, Jersey, United Kingdom.

When Elizabeth woke up, she was delirious. The world wouldn’t stop twisting and turning. Abover her was a bright light, she cringed away and whimpered. There was a mean bite at her wrist. She felt cold, washed out. Her body was laid out and angled up a slight. Her cheek rubbed into the soft hospital pillow. She smelt blood, so much metallic salt in the air. And her stomach was viciously growling. She peered down and noticed what was pinching her wrist. Handcuffs. She was handcuffed to the railing of her bed!

Clearing her eyes, she found herself surrounded by three blue curtains. One was quick to open, startling her. The nurse from earlier smiled at her eagerly, her Beta tag was super shiny in the light, forcing Elizabeth to blink rapidly, “Oh look, you’re awake. Can you please tell me your full name sweetheart?”

When she sat up slowly and moaned, “Elizabeth Hendrix Hillard.”

Before she could ask the handcuffs to be removed, the nurse smiled and held up a torch.

“Wonderful, now I am gonna need to shine a little light in your eye, can you please look into the corner of the ceiling dear?”

Doing as she was told, it was quick and over as soon as it had begun. The nurse was pleased, “Fabulous, right, I’ll be right back, Doctor Cavill needs to have a chat with you.”

“B-but my hand…”

Ignoring her, the nurse left.

Something was clearly off. Why did they handcuff her!? She started to tug at the chain, feeling her anxiety seep deep and activate a sense of fight or flight. The curtains reopened. And in stepped the doctor.

He grinned and nodded his head to her, “Hello there Elizabeth, how are we?”

She wasn’t amused in the slightest, quick with retort. “Chained to a bed rail.”

He smiled and whipped out a key, uncuffing her from the bed. She cradled her wrist, murmuring ‘thankyou’.

Her stomach loudly purred, extinguishing the level of discomfort she wanted to send the doctor. “…and hungry.”

“I’ll tell the nurse to get you some jello,” he chuckled, rubbing his hands. Just as he was to leave, she launched herself forward and caught his medical coat, “Wh-where’s my mum?”

He softly assured her, “She is just sitting in my room, we were discussing options after I showed her and your father your blood results.” Oh…dad…oh jesus…

She suspected her father to have been incredibly furious. How much furniture did he break?

“You…” she paused, “options…” she gulped and smiled at the doctor, “….I want suppressants...as soon as possible.” They would surely fix everything! She could have some and go have a coffee with her friends tomorrow.

“Not those kind of options…” He sighed and perched himself near her feet at the foot of her bed.

That was a weird answer…what does he mean? Could they change my DNA? Could they turn me into an Alpha. She had heard of some new sciences like that coming in.

“What other types are there?” she laughed hesitantly.

When he didn’t answer her, she felt the air grow heavy again…there’s a reason they kept you chained like a bitch.

There was only one other option….a correctional institution. She felt ill.

“I want to see my mum,” she gulped and moved to slip out of the bed. The medical gown was scratchy against her skin, she started to feel worse, her fingers scrunched up and unravelled. Her body felt dizzy when she stood up to quickly. The doctor attempted to block her way when she peeled back the curtain to many empty bed and a single door with a sign, “Farewell room.”

No, no, fuck, no! where’s mum and dad!

She hurried to the door and shook at the handle, but it was locked, she was locked in with the doctor. She couldn’t escape. The floor cleaner and bright lights were clouding her senses, blinding her eys and stinging her mouth and nose.

She ripped a heavy breath, not thinking it would be so painful after holding it in too long. I won’t cry, no, no crying!

“Elizabeth I’m gonna need you to calm down,” the doctor informed her, setting his hands over her shoulders, she was fast to slap them away. She lowly growled at him and bared her teeth ferally. Don’t you fucking touch me!

When she realised whatg she had done, especially to an alpha, she felt instant regret and guilt, she choke on more tear and buried her head into the doctors chest. His heart was beating fast too, but not like her rabbit pounding blood.

“N-no,” she cried, “I want my mummy!”

She felt the doctor soothingly rub his hand over her head and down her back. He hushed her until she was just a whimpering woman.

The door unlocked, and finally…“Beth…” her mother spoke out to her.

She snapped back around and saw her mother and father beside the door. Her father barely came him, his lips curled in, disappointed, disgusted and silent.

A tiny smile came to Elizabeth’s face, her hands reached out, “Mum!”

But Mrs Hillard stood back from her. Again and again. The closer Elizabeth sought out her mother, the more Mrs. Hillard distanced herself and stood closer to the door.

“M-mum? H-hug me…” she begged, “pl-please mum?”

She sighed and looked away from her, refusing to look her in the eye. Shame. “Doctor Cavill, your father and I believe it is best if you…go away for sometime, “ she clutched her own arms, “…where people can help you.”

Elizabeth did not see it that way at all, and she knew her mother was lying out of her arse.

“I don’t need to be helped,” Elizabeth sniffled and smiled, “I just-just need some suppressants.”

“Elizabeth,” she seethed through her gritted teeth, “Go with the nice nurses.”

“M-mummy, please,” She put her hands together and got to her knees on the cold tiled floor, “Please don’t do this!”

“STOP!” her mother screamed, “You are making a scene!” she rolled her eyes and turned around to leave, “You will go to ‘Saint Selene’s School For Adolescent Omega.’ We may see you during the summer.” And slammed the door closed.

She ran to the door and found it locked, she pounded the window with her fists and screamed out, “D-don’t leave me, please don’t leave me Dad!…M-Mummy!” her father and mother did not look back as they walked away, abandoning their only child. Their backs and bodies continued to  get smaller and smaller the further they walked. The sight broke her heart. The concept of betrayal could not be clearer. Her breath clouded the glass, her tears sliding down and tapped onto the floor, onto her naked feet.

Doctor Cavill’s hand reached out and wrapped around her bicep, trying to tug her back from the door. “Come on,” he said.

She felt her body move and she went into a frenzy of defense, “Let go of me!”

When he did not, she saw a lonely pen on the end of a bed frame with a clip board. She grabbed it and jabbed his forearm. The blue ink spattered across his skin while he yelled in pain.

“Get the fuck off of me!” she squealed again and held up the pen with both hands, take a few steps back from the now pissed off Doctor. The sound of the door opening again had her heart rushing.

Mum!?

To her massive disappointment, it was the nurse who was shocked by the scene unfolded. Now Elizabeth was surrounded.

“Put the weapon down!” the beta demands, holding up her own hands in defence, “Now.”

“Calm,” was the word she heard him say beside her ear, before pressing her back into him, grasping her jaw and finally feeling an incredibly long sting in her neck followed by the unusual flow of liquidised drugs into her body, “calm.” Her last thought was, that’s a lot of fucking morphine.

[chilling-seavey]

OH MY GOSH OKAY SINCE WE'RE DOING THE CHRISTMAS WRITING PARTY CAN U WRITE ONE FOR PASSCHENDAELE WHERE IT'S THE FIRST CHRISTMAS AFTER THE WAR OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT? OR OR OR THE CHRISTMAS TRUCE

Love the idea of the Christmas Truce and I forgot I actually had this one planned since the beginning! For those of you who don’t know, The Christmas Truce of 1914 was a true event that happened, where British and German soldiers left their trenches on Christmas Day and celebrated together in peace. 

Get your tissues ready.

Also thank you to @janav21 for helping me with some German translations xx

T/W Mentions of war violence, death, the honest truth the deep down all humans are good, and the first seeds of what would later stem into PTSD

December 24, 1914

“Post for you, Lance Corporal Seavey.”

Through the darkness of the night, Christian raised his head from the side of the trench to look up at the man standing in front of him and holding out a brown paper wrapped package. With shivering hands in gloves that didn’t do much to keep in the heat, Christian reached up to take it from him, the men sharing stiff nods as thanks and acknowledgment before the man continued down the lines.

It was a particularly cold night and the ground was frozen with fresh fallen snow, stained red in places from battles and brown in places from upturned soil made from shells but the light flurries that fell through the silent night made it feel somewhat peaceful. Christian pulled at the string and opened his package, the first thing on the top being an old family photograph of his parents and his younger brother and younger sister and him from years earlier when they were small. He smiled warmly at the memory, missing them more than ever on Christmas Eve. Normally they would be sitting by their Christmas tree and singing carols and drinking warm mugs of tea around the fire but instead, he was sat all alone in frozen stiff soil trenches in the middle of Belgium. The next item was a letter tucked on top of a small bar of chocolate. Christian smiled at the gift and unwrapped the corner of it to take a bite.

The crack of the cold coca from his teeth seemed to nearly echo through the barren wasteland the British army found themselves in, but Christian smiled bashfully to himself as he let the sweet flavour melt in his mouth. As he ate his treat, he unfolded his letter from his mother to read her near weekly correspondence.

My Darling Christian,

Christmas is not the same without you. Anna and Daniel and I decorated the tree together last week and there was no one to put the star on top. Daniel took your job instead but he had to stand on a chair and nearly toppled right off! You would have had such a laugh with us. I couldn’t resist a year without at least giving you something small so I hope this chocolate bar suffices – we are not allowed to send anything larger. I hope next Christmas I will see you home again as I miss you terribly. The world over here seems so much darker without you around, my sunshine, but I am sure you are bringing your bright spirits wherever you go. Please write me and let me know how Christmas is celebrated in Belgium (although I know you are most likely already writing an essay for me!). Your weekly letters make me miss you more but they let me know that you are well and safe.

I love you, my sweet angel. Happy Christmas.

Mum xx

Christian sniffled and folded the letter to tuck it back into his inside breast pocket along with the photograph of his family. With one more bite of chocolate, he folded it back up and tucked it in his pack before letting his eyes close and his head rest back against the wall of the trench, light snowflakes falling against his face that took a while to melt with the chill that coated his pale skin. He would reply to his mother later as it was getting late, and the usual waiting game was sending Christian into a restful state.

It wasn’t long before a noise could be heard in the distance and a few of the British men quickly snapped to attention to see what was happening out in the darkness of No Mans Land. Christian sat up too, locking in on the soft tune that was drifting through the nighttime air. The words were incomprehensible but the tune was more than familiar.

“What the bloody hell is that?” one of the men whispered.

“It…It’s Silent Night, sir.” Christian answered quietly.

The higher ups turned to the Lance Corporal as if forgetting the young man could even speak. A small group had gathered in their section of the trenches, all the men bundled up in their jackets and gloves as they listened to the German soldiers singing Christmas carols from a few many yards away.

Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht!

Alles schläft, einsam wacht

Nur das traute, hochheilige Paar.

Holder Knabe im lockigen Haar,

Schlaf in himmlischer Ruh,

Schlaf in himmlischer Ruh.

The British soldiers stood in silence as they listened, a few humming quietly to themselves as if afraid to make their presence aware to the enemy. Finally, one of the newer men sang first, his curly hair falling from under his cap and his glasses slightly fogged up from his warm breath through the cold night, joining right in along side the Germans,

Silent night, holy night!

Shepherds quake at the sight!

A few more men joined in, Christian included,

Glories stream from heaven afar;

Heavenly hosts sing Al-le-lu-ia!

And soon everyone was singing together in harmony,

Christ the Savior is born! / Christ, der Retter ist da!

Christ the Savior is born! / Christ, der Retter ist da!

By the final verse, both sides of the front lines were singing loudly together, their voices carrying across the vast expanse of fields and raising high into the night sky. Half in English and half in German, they sang in one choir,

Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht! / Silent night, holy night

Gottes Sohn, o wie lacht / Son of God, oh, love's pure light

Lieb aus deinem göttlichen Mund, / Radiant beams from Thy holy face

Da uns schlägt die rettende Stund, / With the dawn of redeeming grace

Christ, in deiner Geburt, / Jesus, Lord at Thy birth

Christ, in deiner Geburt. / Jesus, Lord at Thy birth

When the song concluded, silence fell once again over the battlefields, the snow falling steadily around them. Christian smiled a little to himself at the momentary peace and tucked in for the night with his family photograph held right against his heart.

December 25, 1914

As the sun rose on Christmas morning, the British soldiers wished each other ‘Happy Christmas’ as they started their usual breakfasts or morning duties. It wasn’t long before one of the higher ups was ordering a rise to arms and Christian snatched up his rifle with the rest of the men to get into position.

“There’s a man over there.” the soldier said, peering through the viewfinder out across No Mans Land. “He’s holding his hands up in their trenches.”

The British cocked their rifles.

“Don’t fire!”

“He’s unarmed.”

Christian peeked up over the edge of the parapet and someone grabbed his shoulder to pull him back down to safety. He shrugged him off and leaned back up again, watching the German man walk shakily and slowly out of his trench and onto the fresh fallen snow of the battlefield, hands raised and any weaponry missing.

Christian was a man who had too much trust in people – at least up to the end of 1914 – and he didn’t think twice before dropping his rifle to the floor of the trench as well as his pack of grenades and bullets and stood up on the fire step with his own hands raised.

“Lace Corporal Seavey, what the hell are you doing?” his Lieutenant snapped.

“Must be a trap! You’re gonna get bloody well blown up!” another added from farther down.

But Christian climbed carefully out of the safety of the trench, his heart hammering in his chest as he touched the crisp white snow of the Belgian field and shakily got to his feet to face the enemy. A few more German men climbed out of their trenches followed by a few British and soon the two sides were meeting in the middle. It was silent except for the chilly winter wind that whistled across the land and the crunching of snow under military boots. Christian fell to a stop in front of the young man opposite him, the German’s face looking just as hesitant as Christian’s himself. He had the nicest grey eyes Christian had ever seen and he offered out his hand with a nervous smile tugging at his lips. Christian looked down at his outstretched hand before taking his handshake.

“My name is Christian.” he spoke slowly.

“My…name…is Heinrich.” the man replied.

“Pleased to meet you, Heinrich.” Christian said.

“Freut mich, dich kennenzulernen.”

The enemies seemed to group up and well wishes of Merry Christmas is English and German moulded as one and chatter rose across the Belgian fields. Handshakes were shared and photographs were taken and tensions felt like they had vanished. Christian pulled out his unfinished chocolate bar and offered a piece to his new friend.

Heinrich grinned and nodded, taking a small square with icy hands and a warm, “Danke.”

They ate together for a moment in calm silence, both a little shy but their bashful smiles were mirrored with near relief.

“Wie alt bist du??”

“Sorry?” Christian looked over at him.

“Uhm…” Heinrich thought for a moment before pointing to his watch and then gesturing up. “Years? You?”

“Oh. I am twenty-four.” Christian answered, showing the numbers with his fingers. “You?”

“Dreiundzwanzig.” Heinrich did the same, showing a two and then a three with his hand.

They shared smiles, cheeks a rosy red in the winter air and the tip of Christian’s nose was turning pink too. He offered Heinrich another piece of chocolate before taking out his photograph from his pocket and stepping closer to show him.

“This is my family.” Christian told him with pride and he pointed to each of his family members, “Father-”

“Vater.”

Christian glanced up at his new friend and nodded in agreement, “Yes. My Vater.” He continued on, “My Mother-”

“Mutter.”

“Sister and brother.”

“Schwester und bruder.”

“Yes. Anna and Daniel.”

“Anna?” Heinrich questioned, looking at Christian with wide shining eyes.

“Yes. My sister.”

Heinrich reached into his own jacket pocket and rummaged around a moment before pulling out his own photograph and held it out to show Christian, the blonde woman sitting graciously in the frame.

“Anneliese. Meine frau.”

“Frau? Wife.” Christian said. “Anna.”

“Yes, my…Anna.”

The young men shared excited grins and another piece of chocolate as a few men around them started singing more carols. Food rations were shared and a few drinks were poured and German and British men were arm in arm and singing loudly together. Heinrich and Christian stuck together, joining in for a few photographs taken by their officers and the group shared a good laugh when one of the German generals slipped on a path of ice and fell on his behind.

Soon, with the heat of the excitement and festivities, jackets were being tossed back into designated trenches and someone brought out a soccer ball, earning cheers from both sides. Small teams were divided up – British against Germans of course – and they played together most of the day, using jackets and canteens as makeshift goal posts as the watching soldiers stood in lines around their little made field. Christian pulled an impressive dive to catch the ball before he was scored on and loud excited cheers erupted from both sides at the move. Heinrich pulled him up from the snowy ground with an offered hand and Christian thanked him with a smile as he brushed himself off.

By the time the sun was starting to set, everyone was taken by surprise; the day had gone by so fast. Newly formed friendship groups said their goodbyes and Christian and Heinrich shared a friendly embrace as well.

“Happy Christmas.”

“Fröhe Weihnachten.” Heinrich held out a ration of cigarettes towards him with a friendly smile. “For…the schokolade.”

Christian didn’t smoke but the gesture was beautiful and he took the small pack within their final handshake, “Thank you.”

“Hope…you see…your Anna soon.” Heinrich spoke slowly through his broken English.

“You too.” Christian said as they dropped hands.

They shared one final nod, as if trying to piece together the incredible goings on of that day and the fact that they had just wholeheartedly trusted the enemy. Both sides were bordering on treason after spending such a day together but they returned to their trenches without another word or a single shot fired. Christian got himself settled with the sun setting and leaving the trenches in darkness, feeling more at peace than he had in a while. He was too tired to write to his mother that night, fading into a sleep stemmed from exhaustion from the day’s unique festivities. Even still, everyone was wondering what the next day would hold and if the truce was a turning point for the beginning of the end of the war.

With daybreak came another attempt of peace, and Christian found himself beaming with excitement as Heinrich and a few German men were making their way over the battlefield again after breakfast. Christian was stood beside the British Lieutenant-Colonel as they had their rifles at the ready out of habit but Christian didn’t even have his finger on the trigger.

One of the German officers who was walking over spoke first from the halfway mark between their front lines, “You still got the armistice?”

Christian started to stand up to join them but the ringing of a single shot rang through the barren fields before he could move. He watched as Heinrich fell backwards, shot right through the head until his blood was staining the fresh white snow and his grey eyes staring lifeless into the sky. The cold face of the British Lieutenant-Colonel was unphased as they were propelled into another battle by that single shot.

Another battle where they were forced to kill those they just celebrated with a mere day before, with whom each side shared stories and photographs and treats. Now, both sides were forced back into the usual way of the war under orders of their stern officers who claimed the only way to win was to gain their ground. Christian sat alone that night, a blank parchment on one knee, the pack of German cigarettes on his other, and the vision of Heinrich’s lifeless eyes in his mind. He sat there for nearly an hour trying to figure out what to say to his mother, only getting as far as her name scribbled shakily in the top left corner.

Christian didn’t smoke but that night he pulled one of the cigarettes from the German ration and borrowed a light from another soldier and he let himself sit against the side of the trench and mourn the loss of a friend. He felt guilty and shameful and disgusted with himself and with the war and with the concept of even being there at all, how each time he pulled the trigger he was killing one of his momentary friends. Good men who were friends and brothers and sons and husbands.

Christian couldn’t get himself to return a letter to his mother. He no longer felt like his mother’s angel that she called him so often. And he never would be again.

[punksarahreese]

✓: waking up either adorably confused or painfully scared 🐝

Anesthesia | Murmur

✓: waking up either adorably confused or painfully scared

@neworleansspecial

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“Her stats are good and things went smoothly,” Vivienne wasn’t quite able to place the voice, though somewhere in her brain she knew it. She couldn’t force her eyes open just yet, the harsh lights sending shooting pains through her head. She tried to reach out, searching for one of her mums because the last thing she remembered was falling asleep between them, but her fingers only grasped weakly at cold sheets.

“M-mummy?” she choked out hoarsely, not sure why the word had her chest aching, “Mama?”

There were cold fingers pressed to the side of her neck, making the child want to flinch away. The voice was back, speaking in what must have been a reassuring tone but Vivi couldn’t even begin to understand his words. She tried again to open her eyes, blinking harshly to combat the stark difference from the darkness of sleep. She looked up to see two faces looking down at her, ones she recognized but they weren’t the people she wanted to see.

“Hey, Vi,” her uncle Connor, that’s who the voice belonged to. He was wearing the fancy cap that mummy said they had to wear in surgery and the icky gloves were on his hands too. Vivi didn’t like that, even though she knew he was her doctor, he looked a bit scary in her mind at that point. She didn’t know why, though Sarah would later explain that the medicine they use to put her to sleep reacts funny with her body sometimes.

“Mum!” she called out, ignoring him even when he tried to soothe her. She didn’t want Coco, she wanted her mums and that was it. They never left her alone after a surgery, they were always there, the fact that they weren’t there scared the child beyond belief.

“Mum was working,” Connor explained gently, “Your mama just went to get her.”

“W-want mama-mummy!” Vivi cried, tears stinging at her tired eyes as she got too frustrated. The machines monitoring her heart started going crazy, the loud beeps only making her more upset. She knew she must be at the hospital but she didn’t remember getting there, not to mention the fact that her chest ached more than it had in a while. She couldn’t breathe, not when she started sobbing, and her babbling only made her choke on the phlegm caught in her throat.

“Vivienne, you need to calm down,” the nurse on her other side was saying, “You’re going to rip your stitches.”

“No!” she screamed, tugging at the leads stuck uncomfortably to her skin as she tried to wiggle away from the woman, “Don’t t-touch Vivi!”

“Connor?” A concerned, accented voice broke through her tantrum, just barely. Her heart was still beating rapidly, already stressed from the graft surgery that had just been performed 6 hours prior. Vivi couldn’t hear much over the multiple voices and her own sobbing, terrified because she never woke up in this much pain without her mummy there. She just cried when hands fell on her warm cheeks, trying to push the person off of her.

“Vivi, baby, it’s mummy,” Ava’s voice was there again, clearer this time, and the child blinked away her tears quickly. She relaxed a little, still shaking like a leaf, as her mother spoke gently to her. The railing on the bed was let down with a startling click and then Ava was there properly, sitting as close as she could without jarring the IV in her arm. Vivi let out a relieved sob when Ava pulled her close, finally feeling her fear ebb away with her mum there. She felt another hand on her hair and saw Sarah standing beside them, looking at her in concern as she pushed sweat-dampened curls from her eyes.

They were here, she could relax, her brain told her. Still, nothing was okay, her chest ached again and there was a mean pain stabbing behind her eyes. Trying to stay alert, Vivi heard Ava saying something to Connor as she peeked at the bandage on the child’s sternum. Something was wrong, she guessed, because her mummy looked worried again. She was too tired to think and the pain was getting too much, just wanting to relax into Ava’s arms and go back to sleep.

Through the fog of pain, she heard them saying something about blood and stitches. If she had been more alert maybe Vivi would have noticed the concerning amount of blood starting to stain her hospital gown. She couldn’t feel it, though, because in seconds she was slumping heavily against her mother’s chest, unconsciousness hitting her again.

[alloftimeandspacetosee]

Shouting in the Wind, Part3

And here we are, at the end of what I wrote (bc this was the end of the roleplay as well haha)

 I fully intend to write some more, but uhhhh yeah. idk. I feel like it works best when there’s plot going on in the background to interact around?

 no idea. Sort of doing one for some other OCs, but that’s definitely suffering from I-don’t-know-what’s-going-on symptoms.

[1] [2]

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3:29

rip in pieces: fuk yeahhhhhh

PI Sleuth: I don’t think that’s Morgan, but even if it is - what are you doing up so late?

rip in pieces: it isnt

oh

oh maybe it is

Cap: oops

Should maybe try harder the next time, alright?

PI Sleuth: You should, perhaps, go to sleep now?

rip in pieces: fair

9:45

Sunshine Child: how did you get into his phone?

Best of the Beast: would u believe that i found a perfect prosthetic of his thumb in his bag

The Listener: … No.

Best of the Beast: good, cause thatd be weird

The Listener: Why did you even suggest that?

Best of the Beast: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

i am vv tired

rip in pieces: fuckin’ shattered mate aye

The Listener: Please. Don’t do that.

Sunshine Child: how then?

Best of the Beast: oh so u know how its fingerprint locked and i dont have any of the right equipment to get a copy of his fingerprint with me

weirdly

The Listener: Yes, because we all carry that around with us.

Best of the Beast: oh, u do? damn Ash, always prepared

anyway

so im laying there

in bed

unable to sleep

and scruff is whining about his bag and being generally hopless and miserable without him

Sunshine Child: I hope you gave him the pats

Best of the Beast: of course I did, I’m not some kind of /monster/

[pic of Scruff lying across Esther’s lap, belly up and clearly relaxed. Her other hand is resting on his belly, and his head is half crooked up towards the camera, ears flopping back and tongue half stuck out]

and im playing with summers phone bc mine is plugged into the wall on the other side of the room and aint nobody moving that far

Twin #2: #mood

Best of the Beast: and his screen lights up bc someones tryna contact him

(cant work out who bc his nicknames are weird af)

and scruff stretches across to nose at the button and it

it opens???

The Listener: He’s set his phone to open to Scruff?

Twin #1: i mean. if it works?

Sunshine Child: that’s kinda sweet

Actual Dad™: I hope you didn’t snoop too much.

Best of the Beast: what do you take me for i am /hurt/

The Plan™: …

Best of the Beast: only a little. storms ‘’looking after’’ his phone now

apparently i cant be trusted or some shit

Cap: well that’s fair

Best of the Beast: holy shit yall are terrible

here i am doing a good deed for my bro and yall

yall are accusing me of /theft/ and /misdeeds/

the slander

Twin #1: did you get anything good on him?

Best of the Beast: nah he logged out all his apps before leaving his phone n his texts are in some kinda code

The Listener: And there we have it. Esther really can’t be trusted ;)

Best of the Beast: oh got damn

Sunshine Child: nice

Twin #1: buddy got play~ed

Best of the Beast: u guys are the w or s t

im gonna go train w storm

see if i ever come back to u guys

Twin #2: you love us really

Best of the Beast: shut up u arent my real mum

10:15

Twin #1: @pi-whatever the frick

dad

i like that youll call tooth out on her late nights but not mum???

13:23

PI Sleuth: That would be because when your mother is having a ridiculously late night, I am actually sleeping.

Twin #1: fair

Cap: hey, the city never sleeps at night, why should I?

Twin #2: do we need to look up international scandals?

Cap: ha. ha.

[Cap set her own nickname to sleepisfortheweak]

sleepisfortheweak: I don’t think I need to explain myself to you

15:07

Best of the Beast: hey cap how long did u take before challenging ure first league?

like after beating the gyms I mean

sleepisfortheweak: uh

I think I… skipped out the region for a while?

wait no that was before the last gym

is this for Storm?

Best of the Beast: yeah im tryna convince him he can do it before the others get back

sleepisfortheweak: So I don’t think I’m /really/ the best person to judge that

bc I charge on and on and on

but hey it seemed to work

until it didn’t?

Best of the Beast: gosh thats useful

sleepisfortheweak: What I’m trying to say is that he’s going to be the best judge of how ready he is

If he doesn’t feel ready, don’t push him

Best of the Beast: what if he doesnt believe hes ready?

Twin #2: kick his ass

Best of the Beast: wow youre even worse at this

sleepisfortheweak: Don’t listen to her she never did competitive battling

Twin #2: I mean true but

sometimes they just need convincing?

Best of the Beast: and how

exactly

would my

‘’kicking his ass’’

convince him?????

Twin #2: are you passing up an opportunity to beat some sense into someone?

Best of the Beast: this is storm were talking about

itd be like kicking a puppy

a cute one

one that im like

Twin #2: are you

15:20

Best of the Beast: am i waht???

dont leave like that what the fuck

The Listener: It’s happened.

Best of the Beast: what

whats happened

sleepisfortheweak: Morgan

Best of the Beast: W H A T

Twin #1: Aurora’s got it, she’s gone.

So’s Phoe, apparently?

she was on her way here by boat

sleepisfortheweak: did she forget Aurora can teleport

Best of the Beast: i swear u blessed are fckn useless

waht the FUCK is going on?

The Listener: We don’t know.

But Morgan is registering, and Hera’s spiked, I can feel it.

Twin #1: And Phoe phoned

wanting to know if we knew about it

so Aurora’s gone to get her and find the kids

Best of the Beast: why didnt u go?

Twin #1: Don’t know how long they’ll be, someone’s got to keep our job/place/etc

Also it’ll probably be a quick job and Aurora doesn’t need to worry about an extra body to transport when there’ll already be four and herself.

sleepisfortheweak: That’s good thinking

Best of the Beast: yeah ok were not going for the league then

keep us nonmarked in the loop pls?

Twin #1: I don’t know how much we’ll get to know

The Plan™: plus you have a show to prep for

The Listener: Wow, I heard /that/ exclamation all the way down the hall.

[Best of the Beast set the nickname for Twin #1 to elephant that forgets]

Actual Dad™: Are you calling your mother an elephant?

Best of the Beast: i mean.

i thought she didnt forget things?

elephant that forgets: extenuating circumstances.

I gotta go do a Thing

Best of the Beast: good luck with that!!

16:16

Best of the Beast: so no one knos anything?

Sunshine Child: nope

sleepisfortheweak: I know what it is to not be recognised everywhere I go again

it’s beautiful

also, fuck tourists

Best of the Beast: that shows you

never become notorious

sleepisfortheweak: how was I to know what would happen!!

it was a shitty coping method!! I shouldn’t be famous for it!!

elephant that forgets: the trials of accidentally becoming an elite trainer

famousness is not a thing to be taken lightly

sleepisfortheweak: yah but like. you knew what you were getting into

The Listener: I think it must be a thing in this family, because a lot of people seem to know about Esther now as well

Best of the Beast: damn

three generations in

The Listener: They don’t know you as a NightGale, though, they know you as the Tooth Fairy

Best of the Beast: ok quick question

how

thE FUCK

are they talking to you about that???

The Listener: Oh, it was while we were in Azoth, you must have made an impression with your fighting I suppose.

Apparently we look alike in some way.

Best of the Beast: huh

i mean i suppose our mothers are twins

but ure far prettier

The Listener: … Thanks?

Best of the Beast: its true!

ive been punched in the face one too many times to be pretty

sleepisfortheweak: one could say you’re pretty… /striking/

Best of the Beast: …

17:27

Twin #2: I cant believe this is the top chat here

I figured yd have more of a social convo going than that

Best of the Beast: what.

Who dis

elephant that forgets: You couldn’t keep from snooping, huh

Twin #2: I just wanted to see what’s been going on!!

Not fucking much as it happens

Do I carry /all/ the interesting of this family now

The Listener: Morgan?

Best of the Beast: thE FRICK???!

[Twin #2 set her name to The Prodigal Son]

The Prodigal Son: o shit waddup

wait

Best of the Beast: WHAT THE HECK BOI

[The Prodigal Son set her name to Ya Boi]

Best of the Beast: THE FUCK YOU GO

Ya Boi: long story

elephant that forgets: don’t we know it

Ya Boi: oh i guess u have all been kept in the loop

more or less

Actual Dad™: Are you all safe?

Ya Boi: yeah. Yeah, were good.

tired af but well live

Best of the Beast: good

not that i cared

bc u kno

abandoned

no info

left to fend for ourselves

Ya Boi: i thought kari was keeping you in the loop?

Best of the Beast: !!!

first of all fuk u

[Best of the Beast set the name for Ya Boi to proDICKal son]

Best of the Beast: i didnt even kno she was with you what teh fuk

proDICKal son: you… you told us she was coming to join us

Best of the Beast: i didnt think shed gone with u!! fuk!!

thought shed just like. gone her own way when she found out u were all hopless nerds.

proDICKal son: tried to leave her with storm

how is he, by the way?

Best of the Beast: hes good

not that you fckn care

not that you DESERVE him

[proDICKal son set her name to nope]

nope: i mean. true. ive been trying to protect him

Best of the Beast: son yaint done shit

thats my job now

Actual Dad™: Where are you right now?

Best of the Beast: not with us thats for sure

[Best of the Beast set her name to storm protector]

nope: cruise ship

aunt phoe was coming over???

so like

were here to pick up her stuff i guess

storm protector: did

did she forget that aurora can /literally/ teleport

anywhere in the world

Sunshine Child: It isn’t as though she uses that skill much, I guess?

storm protector: fair

but like

????

The Listener: I really don’t understand what you’re trying to get at there, Esther.

storm protector: why would she buy TICKETS on a BOAT to get somwhere in a hurry??

like those things are slow af

why not plane???

why not phone first??

sleepisfortheweak: listen if I dropped my shit and flew whenever I thought the twins were in danger, I’d never have got anythign done

Maybe she thought it wasn’t /that/ big a deal when she set out? The world will never know

storm protector: we might if morgan ANSWERED

18:08

storm protector: also neither of the twins defending themselves??? iconic

elephant that forgets: sorry, Arlette can’t come to the phone right now

storm protector: what

elephant that forgets: because she’s dead.

storm protector: ...

The Plan™: It’s true, I saw it happen.

Shot through the heart by her own mother.

Actual Dad™: Truly dramatic.

She keeled over at the table. In the middle of eating, of all things.

PI Sleuth: That may have been a little bit drastic.

storm protector: and u didnt get a video

for shame

Sunshine Child: We’re eating! it would’ve been rude

storm protector: buddy, so’s using ure phone at the table in general

AND YET

sleepisfortheweak: it’s ok, I’m on good terms with Diaval, I’ll just let him know to resurrect her

Don’t think there’ll be that much change tbh

elephant that forgets: it’s ok, I can perform my masterpiece for you later

that was just the dress rehearsal, I’ll polish it for when we meet back up

also @cap fuckin’ ouch

sleepisfortheweak: hey I care

I could’ve just left you in the dirt

a corpse before your time

dead before your parents

how could you do that to us

elephant that forgets: but instead

you sell me out to the god of vampires

also you killed me??? so like I don’t think you have a leg to stand on

sleepisfortheweak: well, if it works

10:43

[nope set her name to hot shit]

hot shit: @esther, league right?

we’re coming in

storm protector: kk

ruins? or just

hot shit: nah bro clearly right in the centre of the champions room

what do you take us for

storm protector: morgan???

quit stealing phones dammit

hot shit: really?

you think this is him?

I am /hurt/

what kinda son of a snack do u think I am

storm protector: so thats Kari then

suddenly everything makes sense

hot shit: yeah ya mom thought id be more sensible than him

The Listener: More fool her, then.

hot shit: absolutely

storm protector: get out of

The Plan™: if you all kick back there for a while, we’re making our way over

storm protector: *out by the ruins

@Keone, Storm still has to do the league anyhow

The Plan™: By which I mean that our tour has its finale at the league in a couple or so days, which seems like a fitting end to this whole mess

[sleepisfortheweak set her name to sleepforaweek]

sleepforaweek: catch you in my dreams

or nigHTMARES

elephant that forgets: listen if you sleep lightly enough to be woken by chat noises, you should maybe

mute the chat?

sleepforaweek: I appreciate that you thought I was asleep

elephant that forgets: just a suggestion like

Actual Dad™: Or you could turn your phone off

sleepforaweek: these are sensible suggestions

that I am going to continue ignoring

y’all aint the boss of me

storm protector: *yaint

sleepforaweek: See, you get me

Esther’s my favourite

storm protector: hot shit

hot shit: you called?

(Aurora, btdubs)

Sunshine Child: That was a little bit creepy

please don’t

hot shit: couldn’t resist

but really @tooth we’ve arrived

21:03

rip in pieces: fuck it’s good to have my phone back

wait

why is that my name

storm protector: bc u were dead to us

obviously

The Listener: It’s good to have you back properly, Morgan

storm protector: until ure next fuckery, at least

rip in pieces: did you miss the part where that wasnt my fault?

storm protector: idk did u miss the part where i didnt care

Sunshine Child: ouch

rip in pieces: ilu tooth

ilu all

storm protector: thats sweet

whos got ure phone now?

is that scruff has he learned to type

ilu scruff!!!!

rip in pieces: Why can I not profess my love for my family

Whomst I have not seen in a couple of weeks

Why can I not do that? Why must my identity be questioned?

Why do you not believe that this is me, that this is who I am?

storm protector: cap needs to teach me how her eyebrow trick

hang on

The Listener: What is going on?

[selfie style pic of Esther and Morgan; Morgan (still in his aether uniform, hair teased out of its usual ringlets and only sort of tied back) trying to look disgruntled but failing as Esther (in a tank top that says “I flexed so hard the sleeves fell off”, with bright orange hair, her right eye beginning to swell) sprawls across his chest, clearly trying to be in the way as much as possible, grinning wildly]

storm protector: i just had to give summer The Eyebrow in person

but actually it was him, so now were bonding

rip in pieces: oh yes Tooth, you are the best and I love you and this bonding is simply the best you must never bdsfljsf

The Listener: So I’m going back to my book.

Sunshine Child: g’night! I have a level to complete

01:17

[rip in pieces set his name to a gift]

a gift:

sleepforaweek

: Get your arse to sleep, you must be shattered

a gift: aye cap, I’m going

01:55

sleepforaweek: I’m glad you’re all safe, though

Thanks for making this chat, Esther

[brvdleymilligan]

HLO slinks in thru a bead curtain.......... truly sry this took me so long to concoct bt i’m here now, hand on hip, smiling coyly at u all...... i’m nai n i’m rly excited to b here so i’ll just dive right in!! u can find bradley’s pinterest board here n her muse tag here. like this or hmu for plots!

[ cis female, she/her, margaret qualley , twenty-four ] i can’t be sure, but i think i just saw BRADLEY MILLIGAN drive onto the parkway. don’t they know we’re not supposed to be driving on that haunted road right now? maybe it has to do with the fact that they’re so +RESILIENT and -VOLATILE that makes them feel UNPHASED about everything going on. i guess we could also chalk it up to the fact that they’re always reminding me of LEMON IN A FRESH CUT, THE AMBER BLINK OF AN ANGRY ALLEY CAT, GRINNING WITH BLOOD ON YOUR TEETH. either way, i hope they get back safely. [ nai, she/her, 24, gmt ]

aesthetics: singeing a hole in your fishnets with the cherry of a menthol, spitting a pistachio behind the bar just to hear it ping off the nozzle top bottles, lemon in a fresh cut, a war torn poppy standing alone in an empty field, pressing thumbs to yellow bruises, stomping over flowerbeds when there’s a path right besides it, dangling over ledges just to feel your chest jolt, a snarling rottweiler that needs muzzling, limp feet poking out behind a door, ‘I PROMISE I DON’T BITE’ scrawled on a name tag, slapping a bald head in front of you at the cinema like it’s a bongo, not owning a single jacket that isn’t stolen, driving a stranger’s car down the wrong lane against the screaming traffic, hair more feral than a wolf cub and eyes smudgier than a coal mine.  

BACKGROUND:

ok SO. her father owns a strip club in crescent hill named no angels. it’s kind of.... a seedy establishment i won’t lie. hs a red glowing sign like it’s lighting up a window in amsterdam. cigarette butts floating in oil slick puddles outside. unsavoury characters crawling all over like rats in a sewer. despite this it’s a legitimate business on the surface of things n it does pretty well in trade. it’s like.... that place people warn u NOT to have ur bachelor party at unless u fancy urself the type tht willingly enters a lion’s den bt tht almost??? adds to the allure in a way??? ppl r like wow so sketchy it’s the thrill of a lifetime........ i mean run while u still can bt go off i guess

it isn’t Confirmed Public Knowledge bt it’s pretty heavily implied thru the rumour mill that bradley’s father is the head of a gang of rly............ Not Nice people. all the ppl that work for him u would hands down NOT want to run into in a dark alley. while things seem legitimate on the suface it’s pretty clear they’re into shady dealings n the townsfolk that suspect that would indeed b correct! the club’s a front for a drug business n they’re also washing n running counterfeit cash thru it. they probably also have their hands dipped into a few other local businesses to run their cash thru these too n keep it all seemingly by the books so nobody comes sniffing around. they even r friends with a member of local law enforcement that’s working w them for a cut so they honestly have all bases covered to keep things airtight n foolproof. perhaps a business in reed too which bradley oversees bt i haven’t given this Too Much thought as of yet??

so ya she’s grown up fairly local most of her life n would maybe be known around town as such.................. the milligans r certainly Interesting as far as families go so like. it honestly wldn’t surprise me if ppl nudge elbows when they see one of them coming n immediately walk in the opposite direction. just quite an intimidating presence...... they’re like caged animals where ur specifically instructed NOT to stick ur fingers between the bars bc they WILL bite

on a more personal note her dad is pretty much the worst human being alive n bradley hs like….. a lot of issues with herself as a result of years of toxicity n abuse

in terms of more family bkground info her mum’s name was alyssa n she vanished when bradley was 12. jst like…. into thin air. nothing. no note. zilch. gan! n when bradley asked her dad abt it his response was essentially “guess she didn’t love us enough to stay”. as bradley’s got older tho n become (without intention) more involved in the business side of things, it’s become pretty clear there was far more to the story.

(abuse tw) they had a horrible marriage n tony ws emotionally manipulative at the best of times, violent at worst, which didn’t help the fact tht alyssa ws struggling a lot w severe depression n rly just… not in the mindset to b dealing w anything else, even where motherhood ws concerned. bradley p much… would look after her a lot n they’d both b scared of her dad n it was just a whole unhealthy mess.

(death implied tw) anyway im rambling bt basically tony (bradley’s dad) gt wind of alyssa sleeping w men tht worked fr him n he just… got rid. bradley’s kind of worked out over the yrs tht her mum didn’t jst leave on her own accord n tht something must hav happened to her bt she’s too scared of her dad to ever directly accuse him

when her mum went all of her dad’s cruelty pretty mch got channelled straight onto her. it ws diluted between two before bt as u can probably imagine her upbringing was jst…. a steep downhill decline

(drugs implied tw) she learnt ways 2 deal w the incurring trauma bt they weren’t healthy ones at all! bsically jst. will do or take anything fr the distraction. chases a thrill like it’s the only way to remind her she’s alive. has absolutely no regard fr her own wellbeing n often gets other ppl in trouble too bc she’s so insatiably reckless

(hospitalisation tw) she hd….2 separate stints of psychiatric hospitalisation n she never tlks abt it. like ever. acknowledging she’s been vulnerable is her worst nightmare n bc of the way her dad raised her she always thinks any sign of struggling within herself is weakness. truly does…. not kno how to properly emotion

CUT TO!!!! the present. she’s currently living at the motel which is like. the least homely place she cld ever live rly but bradley loves making her life uncomfortable n doesn’t rly believe in growing sentimentally attached to anything if she cn help it <3 probably gets into arguments all the time w her neighbours it’s a whole thing.... atrocious at feeding herself has breakfasts frm the vending machine like her organs aren’t screaming fr vegetables.... plays music too loud n sometimes vanishes for days at a time without a word. she’s a lot.

i honestly feel like the murders haven’t rly phased bradley too hugely....... i won’t lie she probably genuinely is like. oh maybe it’s smthn to do w my dad. n just blinks the other way not rly that phased. on some subconscious level i think she rly just thinks........ death follows her wherever she goes n is like. this is just life for me! kind of depressing. holds her hand bt then screams n pulls away when she inevitably bites me.

PERSONALITY:

the kind of sour cherry only certain people have a taste for

once drank a bottle of whiskey, insisted she could still do a cartwheel and accidentally kicked an old man’s front tooth out in the process. proceeded 2 collapse into a flower bed and laugh so much abt it that she cried

barely takes anything seriously 50% of the time and is angry the other 50%

if she was a coffee she’d be black with five grains of sugar that you couldn’t taste until the last sip

(alcoholism tw) high functioning alcoholic. if u ever see her w a coffee cup u jst kno tht one sniff will confirm high alcohol percentage. honestly idk hw she does it her liver must b yellin

loyal to a point of fault. if she cares abt u (rare) and u murder a man in cold blood (not so rare in the broad scheme of bradley’s life) she’ll brawl anyone that says ur guilty

honestly wld probably fight a person over anything. sometimes she’ll jst be having a bad day n she’ll burst n take it out on whoever says the wrong thing. minefield!

has the worst luck in romance…. ever. ALL her past bfs hav been absolute beasts n as a result she has the ‘romance is dead n love is a lie’ mentality. definitely NOT a romantic. very cut n dry abt these things. sex is mostly just sex n she’d kind of scoff at anyone that wanted more from her

mostly wears stolen clothes from strangers and jackets that swamp her. huge chunky stomping boots with steel toe caps that would RLY bruise if they gave u a kick. hair is p much always a wild mess n she usually hs kind of smudgy/smoky makeup bcos apparently she’s allergic to combs and generally looking presentable… relatable content. the only time she rly looks put together is when she has to do something/go somewhere/see someone on behalf of her father....... he kind of uses her as a sort of. honey pot sometimes fr shit his gang get up to it’s like. not! a way u should ever utilise ur daughter but :/ i cannot stress enough how much i wna drop kick him in the neck

she’s v sarcastic. blunt. kind of has a habit of…. assessing a person n she’s quite perceptive bc she’s been trained to b by the way she always has to monitor her dad’s expression fr the slightest emotion change. she’s very confident n can p much mke a conversation out of whatever if she feels like it. independent too like she hs a bunch of (predominantly surface connection) friends bt she doesn’t care abt going out places alone n does this often. she’s probably kind of known around town bt itd b a 50/50 balance between bein known as intimidating n bein known as that one girl tht always gets into anarchy

likes: drunken snow angels that drag on so long they flirt with pneumonia, stealing cars, throwing watermelons off rooftops to watch them explode, shooting pedestrian’s with bb guns from hidden spots on rooftops. 

dislikes: telling the truth, tulips so yellow it’s like they’re gloating, playing music loud enough to fry your brain and serve it on a piece of toast, going home.

PLOTS:

someone tht works at the ‘no angels’ strip club?? either as a dancer or bartender or whtever. just a forewarning it’s probably gna b a pretty….. seedy and Not That Pleasant environment bc it’s like. a crime hotspot inevitably bc it’s a gang hangout so. ur chara wld truly be in fr a rollercoaster ride to say the least

(drugs tw) she deals coke fr her dad’s gang so perhaps ur muse buys off her

anyone….. she’s brawled in the past like. she’s literally a menace i cnt express this enough. wil jst randomly throw a drink in someone’s face fr no reason bc she’s bored. she’s probably pissed off 1000 diff ppl in 1000 diff ways. the possibilities r endless n i jst think tht’s a sexy prospect!

fwbs perhaps??? exes??? (probably ws a tumultuous relationship honestly bradley is. a handful...... it’s also rly not often she ties herself down tbh so this would maybe have to b discussed/be circumstantial/kind of rare)

mayb someone tht she met at an aa meeting when she hd to go fr a court mandated thing one time after bein arrested fr public indecency. i feel like there’s probably a rly expensive statue somewhere thts fancily sculpted n she like. did a flying kick n broke the dick of it off n gt arrested fr it

ppl she……. Goes Wild Goes Crazy w. truly jst the most self destructive person alive so anyone w a similar mindset wld b a hellish bt fun combination

on the contrary a gd influence cld b nice perhaps? like someone tht genuinely cares abt her n she jst doesn’t kno hw to compute it

maybe people who r her neighbours that live at the motel too??

OH it could b fun if ur muse runs or works at a local business maybe like. a bar? idk? n bradley n ur muse have developed a rapport bc she frequents the place n is................ a Character

um. honestly the world’s our oyster. hmu n we cn brainstorm if none of tht catches ur eye!

[lanamemories2]

clip clops in on horseback wearing a pointy little dunces hat n sipping frm a rly long crazy straw tht says ‘goblin’ w all of the swirls. Hlo. i’m nai n it’s rly nice to meet u all!!! 23 n she/ha pronouns. i’m one of the three admins here (cleo lazuli on the main) n i’m literally So Excited to get started i cld honestly beat my chest like caesar the ape over it. more abt lana under the cut!!! also like this or hmu if u wna plot n her pinterest is here 👺🌚 

『KRISTINE FROSETH ❙ CIS-FEMALE』 ⟿ looks like LANA JAMESON is here for HER JUNIOR year as a DANCE student. SHE is 21 years old & known to be VIVACIOUS, ALLURING, CHILDISH & IMPULSIVE. They’re living in NOLAND, so if you’re there, watch out for them. ⬳ NAI. 23. GMT. SHE/HER.

AESTHETICS: 

scalding your fingers in shower water until they glow like rudolph’s nose, cherry red gym socks tugged high and nothing else, stepping out into a cold breeze in just spaghetti strapped silk, a red lightening stripe painted over your eye like a new take on the scarlet letter, crowning each finger with a miniature raspberry, hugging a knee close to lick a stripe of fruit juice off the bruised cap, doodling penises in condensation instead of sitting still, a water pistol topped with rum and covered in glittery pin-up stickers, believable smiles that feel more like baring teeth, playing where’s waldo with your lipstick in the crowd of a party and finding red on at least six people’s mouths, a bumper sticker on the back of a convertible cadillac that says ‘SCRAPPY DOO IS A FILTHY SLUT’, prancing around in your underwear to a vinyl record with the curtains open. 

HISTORY:

lana grew up in a big house in albany, NY. i picture it w dark oak floors n lots of light furniture. albums framed on walls. mayb some rolling stone covers too frm way bk when of the bands her dad’s label signed. kind of like… a rock star palace w no evidence of children at all. i think i described it best in one of lana’s self paras once when i said the garden ws “as big as it was unloved”

lana’s mum victoria (vic) ws a music journalist w a pretty fruitful career ahead of her when she met lana’s dad richard (rich). his record label ws jst starting out, founded on the coattails of his rich best friend’s (jensen peters) investment w his other best friend (who he jst calls knoxville). it rocketed to success when they signed poppy injects, a rock band w an electric stage presence, n victoria ws drawn to the glitz n glamour of a man tht ws at the helm of his aspiring industry. their love ws very impulsive, all or nothing right frm the start, n it ws almost like she ws mre in love w his accomplishments n what he represented than him. jst a leetle bit Fractured in its intentions.

anyway so jameson records repped a few big rock bands bk in the eighties, altho poppy injects r who they’re mostly known fr, namely bc of hw brightly they crashed n burned. they were a big chart success bt the lead singer hd quite an intense struggle w heroin (wsnt rly subtle abt it either while he ws in the public eye as u cn probably imagine frm such an on-the-nose band name) n he ws always in n out of the papers. it eventually brought down his career n it ws a big publicity nightmare

lana pretty much… grew up around figures like this throughout childhood. rly troubled characters who wld kind of… b extremely volatile n destructive abt their troubles. the jameson house was kind of an open one as welcoming clients went n a lot of parties took place there. a lot of the time musicians wld b snorting lines in the kitchen when she wnted to grab a bowl of cereal fr breakfast n it was just. a very strange environment fr a child to grow up in

her parents always kind of jst… didn’t like her much. her older brother caleb ws unplanned bt they sort of welcomed the surprise more bt… quickly realised they weren’t cut out fr parenthood n then when lana came as another surprise 3 yrs later they didn’t even try to hide their resentment abt the situation. her mum ws actually booked in to have an abortion bt cldnt go through with it at the last minute. once when lana asked her why shes so cold towards her she jst turned her head frm her dresser, looked at her, told her abt this n said “idk why i didn’t go”. lana didn’t kno wht to say to tht so she jst left her room n closed the door

(dissociation tw) bc of this growing up lana adopted this weird like…. she didn’t rly kno what it ws bt it ws a delusion of sorts where she thought she ws a ghost. she’d jst sort of… drift around the halls w noone acknowledging her n sometimes she ws jst convinced she wsnt actually there or they cldnt see her n she ws jst haunting the house frm a previous family

the one saving grace tho tht sort of?? gt her thru this n made her feel Seen ws caleb. lana quite genuinely hs always thought the sun shines out of her older brothers ass like she jst thinks. hes the best person in the entire world. wld b rly bewildered if anyone questioned tht. he wld always look out for her in the zoo they called a home n cut the crusts off her sandwiches (he’d cook fr them most of the time bc their parents were too busy/didn’t care to) n sometimes wld even sleep at the bottom of her bed curled up like a guard dog. it ws always lana n caleb n his best friend tommy against the world in tht house (tommy lived next door n was always over bc he had very strict parents including a military father tht he found suffocating)

SO when caleb n tommy announced tht they’d signed up to the army lana ws understandably…….. completely blindsided. she ws rly upset tht they were leaving bt she tried not to b mad at them n made them promise theyd b safe n back as soon as possible. she even asked if they cld somehow take her w them n they were jst like :/ it doesn’t work that way luv x

(death tw, ptsd tw, grief tw, trauma tw, hospitalisation tw, drugs tw) anyway caleb ended up getting discharged under grounds of severe ptsd when he witnessed tommy die in an explosion tht took place in a shock raid. caleb returned home sans tommy bt he was never the same after tht. he’s been in and out of hospital twice nw n he’s currently dipped off the radar after starting to use. lana kind of felt like two of her brothers died out there in a way n jst like tht it wasn’t them vs the world any mre, it was jst her. she doesn’t talk abt this tho. when she feels the urge to cry she usually jst smiles

ANYWAY whew tht rly…. took a dark turn there….. chuckles nervously at hw sad lana’s life is bt it’s fine it’s all fINE!!!!!!! ok. so on a mre lighthearted note the jameson family r pretty well off n bc of her relation to such a big music industry figure she’s hung out w a fair few relatively high rep ppl thru her teens. mostly kids of celebrities n stuff like tht. she amassed kind of an instagram following mainly fr her style (v penny lane-esque in some aspects aka lots of fur cuff trimmed jackets bt then also jst…. a wild combination of everything honestly. pastel faux fur coats, seventies style platforms, flame red cowboy boots, pink fishnet tights n glitter used like highlight Everywhere) n bc she’s undeniably Very Pretty

(trauma tw) after caleb got back he was rly withdrawn n depressed. he shut lana out n was kind of harsh to her a lot of the time, always telling her to leave him alone or pushing her away. it didnt help either tht lana had a rly traumatic experience w some of her dad’s colleagues at the label when she ws 16 n he was away n she cldnt even tell him abt it once he was bk bc of his own traumas. she kind of jst shut it all in n kept it to herself

(hypersexuality tw) this obviously?? made her spiral a lot. she was already a girl tht loved sex (she’d only rly done foreplay before tho) but since her trauma it got…. completely out of hand. it got to a point where she couldnt rly go 2 days without it, probably not even 1. her lowest point has probably been scrolling thru craiglist for anonymous encounters n meeting up w strangers on there fr a quick fuck jst for the thrill even tho it’s insanely dangerous n she cld wind up getting herself killed. it’s v clear at this point tht she has a sex addiction whether she’s ever admitted it or not. it kind of… almost mingled w tht same feeling she used to get when she ws younger of being a ghost?? like she jst. only rly feels Real when she’s being touched

(violence tw) a mre recent point of history is her involvement w danny nielsen (an evil npc of mine who is possibly the antichrist??? pending investigation). he attended radcliffe n lived in a house w a group of guys near campus. it wsn’t a registered frat bt he essentially…ran it like one it ws kind of a weird set-up where he ws the King Of The Roost. essentially he found out tht lana n a guy called zeke slept together n he ended up beating him to near death in front of her bc his pride ws rly bruised since they were meant to be dating (if u can call it tht bc danny’s idea of dating is very Warped). ANYWAY he ws found guilty n sent to jail so it ws like Intense n a gd example of the kinds of disastrous relationships she gets herself into. perks of being a wallflower voice: We Accept The Love We Think We Deserve.

PERSONALITY:

always smells vaguely of wild cherries or strawberry starburst or jst the candy aisle in general. if she ws a vinyl record she’d b this one n she’d only play good vibrations by the beach boys, dancing on my own by robyn, play that funky music by wild cherry, femme fatale by the velvet underground n (i can’t get no) satisfaction by the rolling stones 

growing up lana was always a huge social butterfly. knew everyone n everyone knew her. she ws one of those girls tht ws kind of impossible to ignore or forget. very animated, always made u feel like u were the centre of the universe whenever she spoke to u, always made it feel like u were best friends even if ud only spoken to her once. 

deliberately puts on tht kind of Magnetic Alluring Act tht femme fatales wear in movies w most ppl. kind of…. is always playing A Role of the person tht she wants to b seen as. chameleons to situations. feels like she’s performed as the vivacious n fun loving Lana Jameson fr so long tht she doesn’t rly kno who she is beneath tht bt she isn’t too keen to find out

she’s always been rly spontaneous n adventurous. always doing something weird n wild every weekend. she has ten thousand ridiculously absurd n chaotic stories

uncontrollably flirty. boundlessly confident. cld make a joke out a paper bag n her comedy is sometimes surreal / absurd. she tends to laugh when she feels like crying n has a smile brighter than a ray of texas sunshine. 

always dapples her fingers thru the breeze when she’s driving in a car w the window down. she almost always has some sort of sweet on her, whether it’s sour haribo cherries or strawberry lollipops. 

she adores david bowie n prince n madonna n anyone tht’s a vintage style icon w little care fr what ppl think. 

daisies n poppies r her fav flowers bc daisies r wild n overlooked n poppies r the first thing u look at in a green field. she’s had like 8472493874 ‘relationships’ n none of them hav lasted beyond a month / hav been terrible / hav seen her being treated badly / she’s cheated on them. i dnt think she’s actually ever been w anyone she hasn’t cheated on in some form or another

PLOTS:

exes tht lana’s fucked over hideously. she’d probably cheat a lot and it’d be a whole…mess. 

mayb someone tht flipped the switch and cheated on her? 

a cousin plot cld b fun too. a friend tht lana fel out w bc she slept w their significant other.

a fake dating plot cld b fun honestly 

someone tht’s getting lana into drugs?? she’s kind of impressionable/down for anything so tht’s a likely scenario she’d get into tbh

an unrequited crush!! (either way is cool)

someone tht is just hanging out w her/using her bc she has a lot of instagram followers or they want to b signed to her dad’s label

someone in a band!! she’d probably make like penny lane n b their groupie/sleep w them all fgjkshgkh

umm a good influence too mayb? 

oh and a past summer romance/fling tht cld either have meant a lot or not have meant anything at all. bonus points if both of them hav a diff viewpoint on it. 

honestly?? anything is fine i cld ramble for days. mayb even one of the high profile kids she grew up hangin w idk. world’s our oyster fellas!

[lanamemories]

crash lands a giant animatronic john travolta (wild hogs era complete w a receding hairline n leather jacket) onto the dash n dismounts frm his back without any explanation as to my vehicle...... helo........ nw tht i’ve made the world’s most unsettling entrance i wil? introduce myself. i’m nai n i’m 23 n live in Manchestoh (typed w a fitting n blood curdlingly british accent). my pronouns r she/her n i currently want a pet baby yoda i can feed strawberries to n tuck into a tiny baby yoda sized bed. anyway. lana’s pinterest can b found HERE n more abt her is under the cut!!

KRISTINE FROSETH / CIS-FEMALE — don’t look now, but is that lana jameson i see? the 21 year old dance student is in their sophomore year and she is a rochester alum. i hear they can be exuberant, alluring, childish and impulsive, so maybe keep that in mind. i bet she will make a name for themselves living in murphy’s beach homes. ( nai. 23. gmt. she/her. )

aesthetics: scalding your fingers in shower water until they glow like rudolph’s nose, cherry red gym socks tugged high and nothing else, stepping out into a cold breeze in just spaghetti strapped silk, a red lightening stripe painted over your eye like a new take on the scarlet letter, crowning each finger with a miniature raspberry, hugging a knee close to lick a stripe of fruit juice off the bruised cap, doodling penises in condensation instead of sitting still, a water pistol topped with rum and covered in glittery pin-up stickers, believable smiles that feel more like baring teeth, playing where’s waldo with your lipstick in the crowd of a party and finding red smudges on at least six people’s mouths, a bumper sticker on the back of a convertible cadillac that says ‘SCRAPPY DOO IS A FILTHY SLUT’, prancing around in your underwear to a vinyl record with the curtains open.

BACKGROUND:

lana grew up in a big house in albany, NY. i picture it w dark oak floors n lots of light furniture. albums framed on walls. mayb some rolling stone covers too frm way bk when of the bands her dad’s label signed. kind of like… a rock star palace w no evidence of children at all. i think i described it best in one of lana’s self paras once when i said the garden ws “as big as it was unloved”

lana’s mum victoria (vic) ws a music journalist w a pretty fruitful career ahead of her when she met lana’s dad richard (rich). his record label ws jst starting out, founded on the coattails of his rich best friend’s (jensen peters) investment w his other best friend (who he jst calls knoxville). it rocketed to success when they signed poppy injects, a rock band w an electric stage presence, n victoria ws drawn to the glitz n glamour of a man tht ws at the helm of his aspiring industry. their love ws very impulsive, all or nothing right frm the start, n it ws almost like she ws mre in love w his accomplishments n what he represented than him. jst a leetle bit Fractured in its intentions.

anyway so jameson records repped a few big rock bands bk in the eighties, altho poppy injects r who they’re mostly known fr, namely bc of hw brightly they crashed n burned. they were a big chart success bt the lead singer hd quite an intense struggle w heroin (wsnt rly subtle abt it either while he ws in the public eye as u cn probably imagine frm such an on-the-nose band name) n he ws always in n out of the papers. it eventually brought down his career n it ws a big publicity nightmare

lana pretty much… grew up around figures like this throughout childhood. rly troubled characters who wld kind of… b extremely volatile n destructive abt their troubles. the jameson house was kind of an open one as welcoming clients went n a lot of parties took place there. a lot of the time musicians wld b snorting lines in the kitchen when she wnted to grab a bowl of cereal fr breakfast n it was just. a very strange environment fr a child to grow up in

her parents always kind of jst… didn’t like her much. her older brother caleb ws unplanned bt they sort of welcomed the surprise more bt… quickly realised they weren’t cut out fr parenthood n then when lana came as another surprise 3 yrs later they didn’t even try to hide their resentment abt the situation. her mum ws actually booked in to have an abortion bt cldnt go through with it at the last minute. once when lana asked her why shes so cold towards her she jst turned her head frm her dresser, looked at her, told her abt this n said “idk why i didn’t go”. lana didn’t kno wht to say to tht so she jst left her room n closed the door

(dissociation tw) bc of this growing up lana adopted this weird like…. she didn’t rly kno what it ws bt it ws a delusion of sorts where she thought she ws a ghost. she’d jst sort of… drift around the halls w noone acknowledging her n sometimes she ws jst convinced she wsnt actually there or they cldnt see her n she ws jst haunting the house frm a previous family

the one saving grace tho tht sort of?? gt her thru this n made her feel Seen ws caleb. lana quite genuinely hs always thought the sun shines out of her older brothers ass like she jst thinks. hes the best person in the entire world. wld b rly bewildered if anyone questioned tht. he wld always look out for her in the zoo they called a home n cut the crusts off her sandwiches (he’d cook fr them most of the time bc their parents were too busy/didn’t care to) n sometimes wld even sleep at the bottom of her bed curled up like a guard dog. it ws always lana n caleb n his best friend tommy against the world in tht house (tommy lived next door n was always over bc he had very strict parents including a military father tht he found suffocating)

SO when caleb n tommy announced tht they’d signed up to the army lana ws understandably…….. completely blindsided. she ws rly upset tht they were leaving bt she tried not to b mad at them n made them promise theyd b safe n back as soon as possible. she even asked if they cld somehow take her w them n they were jst like :/ it doesn’t work that way luv x

(death tw, ptsd tw, grief tw, trauma tw, hospitalisation tw, drugs tw) anyway caleb ended up getting discharged under grounds of severe ptsd when he witnessed tommy die in an explosion tht took place in a shock raid. caleb returned home sans tommy bt he was never the same after tht. he’s been in and out of hospital twice nw n he’s currently dipped off the radar after starting to use. lana kind of felt like two of her brothers died out there in a way n jst like tht it wasn’t them vs the world any mre, it was jst her. she doesn’t talk abt this tho. when she feels the urge to cry she usually jst smiles

ANYWAY whew tht rly…. took a dark turn there….. chuckles nervously at hw sad lana’s life is bt it’s fine it’s all fINE!!!!!!! ok. so on a mre lighthearted note the jameson family r pretty well off n bc of her relation to such a big music industry figure she’s hung out w a fair few relatively high rep ppl thru her teens. mostly kids of celebrities n stuff like tht. she amassed kind of an instagram following mainly fr her style (v penny lane-esque in some aspects aka lots of fur cuff trimmed jackets bt then also jst…. a wild combination of everything honestly. pastel faux fur coats, seventies style platforms, flame red cowboy boots, pink fishnet tights n glitter used like highlight Everywhere) n bc she’s undeniably very pretty

(trauma tw) after caleb got back he was rly withdrawn n depressed. he shut lana out n was kind of harsh to her a lot of the time, always telling her to leave him alone or pushing her away. it didnt help either tht lana had a rly traumatic experience w some of her dad’s colleagues at the label when she ws 16 n he was away n she cldnt even tell him abt it once he was bk bc of his own traumas. she kind of jst shut it all in n kept it to herself

this obviously?? made her spiral a lot. she was already a girl tht loved sex (she’d only rly done foreplay before tho) but since her trauma it got…. completely out of hand. it got to a point where she couldnt rly go 2 days without it, probably not even 1. her lowest point has probably been scrolling thru craiglist for anonymous encounters n meeting up w strangers on there fr a quick fuck jst for the thrill even tho it’s insanely dangerous n she cld wind up getting herself killed. it’s v clear at this point tht she has a sex addiction whether she’s ever admitted it or not. it kind of… almost mingled w tht same feeling she used to get when she ws younger of being a ghost?? like she jst. only rly feels Real when she’s being touched

(violence tw) a mre recent point of history is her involvement w danny nielsen (an evil npc of mine who is possibly the antichrist??? pending investigation). he attended lockwood n lived in a house w a group of other guys. it wsn’t a registered frat bt he essentially…ran it like one it ws kind of a weird set-up where he ws the King Of The Roost. essentially he found out tht lana n zeke van doren (full name it’s official business Babey) slept together n he ended up beating him to near death in front of her bc his pride ws rly bruised since they were meant to be dating (if u can call it tht bc danny’s idea of dating is very Warped). ANYWAY he ws found guilty n sent dwn bt the trial ws only recent so. it was just intense all around. crosses my fingers across my chest to ward off his Evil

PERSONALITY:

growing up lana was always a huge social butterfly. knew everyone n everyone knew her. she ws one of those girls tht ws kind of impossible to ignore or forget. very animated, always made u feel like u were the centre of the universe whenever she spoke to u, always made it feel like u were best friends even if ud only spoken to her once. she has this magnetic way abt her tht is kind of hard to find in real life. it’s something ud only rly expect out of a movie character n she like. deliberately puts tht on sort of. kind of…. is always playing A Role of the person tht she wants to b seen as. chameleons to situations. feels like she’s performed as the vivacious n fun loving Lana Jameson fr so long tht she doesn’t rly kno who she is beneath tht bt she isn’t too keen to find out

she’s always been rly spontaneous n adventurous. always doing something weird n wild every weekend. she has ten thousand stories tht always earn a laugh or a gasp over how ridiculously absurd they r

uncontrollably flirty. boundlessly confident. cld make a joke out a paper bag n her comedy is sometimes surreal / absurd. she tends to laugh when she feels like crying n has a smile brighter than a ray of texas sunshine. always dapples her fingers thru the breeze when she’s driving in a car w the window down. she almost always has some sort of sweet on her, whether it’s sour haribo cherries or strawberry lollipops. she adores david bowie n prince n madonna n anyone tht’s a vintage style icon w little care fr what ppl think. daisies n poppies r her fav flowers bc daisies r wild n overlooked n poppies r the first thing u look at in a green field. she’s had like 8472493874 ‘relationships’ n none of them hav lasted beyond a month / hav been terrible / hav seen her being treated badly / she’s cheated on them. i dnt think she’s actually been w anyone she hasn’t cheated on in some form or another

PLOTS:

exes tht lana’s fucked over hideously. she’d probably cheat a lot and it’d be a whole…mess. mayb someone tht flipped the switch and cheated on her? a cousin plot cld b fun too. a friend tht lana fel out w bc she slept w their significant other. someone tht’s getting lana into drugs?? she’s kind of impressionable/down for anything so tht’s a likely scenario she’d get into tbh. an unrequited crush!! (either way is cool). someone tht is just hanging out w her/using her bc she has a lot of instagram followers or they want to b signed to her dad’s label. someone in a band!! she’d probably make like penny lane n b their groupie/sleep w them all fgjkshgkh. umm a good influence too mayb? oh and a past summer romance/fling tht cld either have meant a lot or not have meant anything at all. bonus points if both of them hav a diff viewpoint on it. honestly?? anything is fine i cld ramble for days. mayb even one of the high profile kids she grew up hangin w idk. worlds our oyster fellas!

[katlyn1948]

I’ll Keep You Safe (AxG Week part 7: I’ll be there)

I'll Keep You Safe

Katlyn1948

Summary:

Arya and Gendry finally tell the Stark clan

Notes:

So....this is the last part to my little mini story for AxG week. The prompt is "I'll Be There." I hoped you all enjoyed AxG week as much as I did and I cannot wait for next year! I will obvi still be updating my other fics, so keep on the look out! Anyway, happy reading!

Work Text:

Arya was fidgeting with the charm on her bracelet. Gendry had given her the wolf pendant years ago for her birthday. Whenever she was nervous or lost in thought, it was the first thing her fingers gravitated towards in order to keep her mind distracted. In all her life, Arya Stark had never been this nervous. She was scared to see how her family would react to the news she was about to share and even more terrified to see what her bothers would do to Gendry. Sure, they were all best mates, but that didn’t stop them from punching Podrick square in the jaw when Sansa told them that they were dating.

“Arya, stop fidgeting. If anyone should be nervous, it’s should be me. Image what your brothers will do when you say ‘I’m dating Gendry’ followed by ‘And I’m pregnant.’ Might as well call the funeral home.” Gendry joked. He was trying to lighten the mood before they entered the Stark manor for the annual Stark Summer Barbeque.

She glared at him, shifting in the passenger seat uncomfortably. They had been sitting in Gendry’s pickup for little over an hour, just staring at the people entering her former childhood home. The annual Stark Summer Barbeque garnered nearly a hundred people every year. It was more like a charity event, then an annual family gathering and Arya hated every minute of it. Every year since she was seven, people from all over Westeros would come to gawk at the Stark Manor and marvel in the family history that her mother would display on the walls.

It was at this event that she decided to announce two major life occurrences.

She wasn’t sure what her mother would be mad at the most. Her dating Gendry or the fact that she got pregnant by Gendry. Although she never blatantly stated that she didn’t like Gendry, Arya could tell that her mother always disapproved of their friendship. In fact, her mother disapproved with nearly all of Arya’s friendships. With Gendry, it was probably because he didn’t come from money. He grew up with a single mom and barely two pennies to rub together. He worked his way up from the bottom, and was now a very successful engineer.

Her mother was never rude to Gendry, but always had a watchful eye on him.

Arya let out a deep sigh and pulled at the door handle to open the car door, “Well, there is no use in procrastinating. Come on.”

She jumped down from the large truck, slamming the door behind her. Gendry had shuffled his way over to where she was and they walked together up the long driveway, hand in hand. She had received a few questioning glances from people that she hadn’t seen since she was teenager, making her even more nervous than before.

She hated that she felt this way. For the most part, she really didn’t care what her family would think, but the prospect of them not approving and maybe never speaking to them again because of that, made her feel uneasy.

They reached the gate leading into the back yard and pushed themselves through a small crowd of people. The yard was bustling with partygoers and the smell of food wafted into Arya’s nose causing her to gag. She was only four months along, but it was already proving to be a difficult pregnancy. She would wake in the middle of the night running to the bathroom just to relieve herself. On the other hand, during the day when she would teach her fencing class, a wave of nausea would rack her body causing her spill the contents of her barely full stomach.

When she told Gendry, she was only two months along and the symptoms had yet to make their full appearance. The smells were a new thing. That symptom had begun just a week before the barbeque when Gendry decided to make a very Garlic centric meal. Arya was in the bathroom within seconds of stepping inside their apartment. She had hoped that the smells at the barbeque wouldn’t be as aromatic, but of course, luck would have it, they were.

“Are you alright?” Gendry whispered into her ear.

Arya nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. She squeezed his hand, hoping to quench any doubt he may have.

Her family had yet to see her and she swiftly shook her hand from his.

“We meet in the center in an hour. I’ll be there,” She pointed to the table that sat Sansa, Margaery, Dany and Meera, “If you need me.”

Gendry nodded, “Okay, and I’ll be over there where your brothers are.”

They quickly embraced and departed to their respective places.

As Arya approached the table, she noticed that Sansa was wearing a very revealing red summer dress. Her cleavage was on full display and her lips were the same shade as her dress. Sansa had always gone full out for these kinds of social events. There was more than one occasion where she tried to put Arya into a dress, but in typically Arya fashion, she refused. That wasn’t the case today. Arya had opted to wear a light simple summer dress. It would be the best garment to hide her small bump from prying eyes.

“Arya, I thought you weren’t coming?” Sansa questioned as she embraced her sister into a small hug.

Arya shrugged, “Well, I changed my mind.”

“Good. We haven’t seen you since Jon and Dany’s engagement party. We thought you had fallen off the face of the earth.” Sansa chuckled.

“I’ve been busy.” Arya simply stated.

She knew that Sansa was trying to make small talk, but every time she opened her mouth, it sounded like she trying to accuse her of something.

“You look cute in your dress.” It was a genuine complement and Arya couldn’t help but smile at her older sister.

“Mmm, I concur.” Dany quipped from where she sat.

The girls engaged in casual conversation and it was nice to enjoy their company. Arya rarely mingled with her sister or her brother’s significant others and it was nice to hear their similar frustrations towards their lovers. She didn’t have anyone else in the city to talk to about those things, so it was a treat to feel understood.

“Robb and I have been married for nearly three years and he has still yet to learn how to put the cap back onto the toothpaste!” Margaery exclaimed.

“I hate that Bran never puts his dirty socks into the clothes bin. It is right by our bedroom door! It really isn’t that hard to miss.” Meera added.

Arya laughed and she couldn’t wait to use all of this newfound information as blackmail.

“Yeah, I get what you mean.” She said without thinking.

Suddenly four pairs of eyes were on her, all with questioning stares.

“What?” Arya shrugged.

“You’re seeing someone?” Sansa suddenly jabbed.

“I-I didn’t say that.” She stuttered.  

Shit.

“No, but you basically did. Who is he? Do we know him? Is he from the city?” Sansa’s excitement made her nauseous.

Arya glanced over to where Gendry was standing. He seemed to be faring well while Arya was on a sinking ship. Sansa followed her gaze and landed on a familiar face.

“Oh my gods!” She squealed. “You’re with Gendry!”

Arya’s heart race quickened, “No-no I’m not.”

She could feel her palms become sweaty as she tried to divert the conversation. Thankfully, Dany saw how uncomfortable Arya was becoming and tried to intervene. “Sans, come off it. She obviously doesn’t want people to know. Besides, even if she is dating Gendry, it’s none of our business.”

“Oh, alright.” Sansa pouted.

Arya sighed and silently thanked Dany.

The ladies continued to gossip causing Arya to tune out the conversation. She wasn’t one for petty grievances and stop listening to what the girl were saying when they started talking about Theon’s recent fling with Jeyne Poole. She was, however, very much enamored with the lemon cakes that were centered in the middle of the table. She stuffed three into her mouth without so much as chewing the one before. The taste was sweetly sour and made Arya’s mouth water even more. This was one of the only few things that she was able to keep down within the last few months.

“What are you doing?” Sansa asked when the conversation had died down.

“I’m eating lemon cakes, why?” Arya inquired as she brushed the crumbs from her dress.

“Arya, you hate lemon cakes. I think this is the first time you’ve eaten one since you were twelve.” Sansa pointed out.

Arya scoffed, “I do not hate lemon cakes.”

“I’ve lived with you for eighteen years, Arya. You hate any kind of sweets. Are you feeling alright?” Sansa moved to place a hand on Arya’s forehead, trying to check her temperature. Arya swatted her hand away, pushing up from her seat. She straightened her dress of any creases that may have made their way onto the garment.

“I’m fine. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” She shuffled over to where the boys were standing. Robb and Jon were laughing at something Gendry had said and Bran and Rickon were just lingering about, not paying attention to their conversation.

“Boys?” she said as she approached them.

“Arya! We were wondering when you would ditch the girls to come talk to us. Here let me get you a drink.” Robb said as he began to pour ale into a plastic cup.

“No, thank you, Robb. I’m not in the mood for a drink.” Arya polity replied.

Robb let out a laugh, “That’s a nice one, sis.”

“I’m not kidding, I don’t want a drink. Have you seen mum and dad?

“Uh…yeah, they are back in the kitchen, why?” Robb answered. He was dumbstruck that Arya had refused a drink, but didn’t press the matter further.

“Because I’m calling a family meeting.” She said simply. Her brother’s faces were that of confusion, but they agreed. “Make sure you grab the girls on your way.”

Arya tugged Gendry from his conversation and pulled him towards the kitchen. Robb was right, her parents were discussing in the kitchen before having to return to hose the gathering crowd. As always, her mother was dressed in a dress that was too fancy for a summer barbeque. Her father was a little more modest in khaki pants and a golf shirt.

“Arya, dear! So good of you to come!” Her mother chimed as she pulled Arya into a hug. Arya gave a half-hearted smile and gave a quick pat on her back.

“Yeah, mum.”

“Oh, I hadn’t realized you bought Gendry. How are you, dear?”

Arya immediately noticed how her mother became more posh in just a matter of seconds. Her voice had changed and she was standing straighter.

“I’m well, Mrs. Stark, thank you.” Gendry smiled.

“Gendry, lad. It’s good to see you.” Her father greeted Gendry with a smile.

“So, why are you in here and not out there mingling? I noticed that Ned Dayne came with his mother. Have you said hello?” Her mother inquired.

“Mother, you know Ned and I dated a long time ago, right? Anyway, I am calling a family meeting. I was hoping that we could take this to the parlor. Away from the gossip?”

“Oh, dear. Well it must be serious if you want privacy. I suppose your father and I can spare time away from our guests. Gendry, if you want, you can go back outside.” Her mother offered.

Arya shook her head, “No, mother. This has to deal with Gendry too.”

Her mother was taken aback, but reluctantly nodded.

It didn’t take long for the complete Stark clan to gather in the parlor. It was in intimate setting, allowing Arya to address her family privately. The last time they had gathered for a family meeting was when Robb and Margaery announced they were expecting their first child nearly two years prior. Arya found the situation humorous; here she was about to announce her own pregnancy with a man that her mother disliked.

She shifted uncomfortably as she stood in front her family. She shouldn’t have been this nervous, but with ten pairs of eyes glued on her every move made her hands shake. She was grateful that Gendry was by her side looking equally as nervous as she did.

“Arya, dear. What is going on?” her mother asked, her voice filled with concern and impatience.

Arya sighed, “Right, well I guess I will start with the easiest. Gendry and I are dating. We have been for a little over a year now. Does anyone have an issue with that? No? Great, moving on.” She paused and grabbed Gendry’s hand for the next announcement. “The second thing I wanted to say to you all, my fami-”

“Wait, wait, and wait. You and Gendry have been together this whole time?” Jon asked perplexed.

“Yes…we have.” Arya said slowly.

“So, even during our engagement party? Wait, when I knocked on your bedroom door was he…were you two…oh gods.” His face paled and he darted his gaze towards Gendry. If looks could kill, Gendry would be struck dead by Jon, Robb, and her mother.

“Oh, get over yourself Jon. I’ve been having sex since I was seventeen. I’m twenty four, so do the math.” She jabbed.

“It’s about bloody time.” Bran finally spoke. “I’ve been calling this since Arya moved to King’s Landing. Hey, Sans, pay up. You lost the bet.”

Sansa laughed, “No, you pay up. You said they would hook up on Jon and Dany’s engagement party, I said they would hook up before.”

Bran grumbled and pulled a bill out of his wallet, shoving it into Sansa’s hand.

“Now, as I was saying-”

“Arya dear, are you sure that a relationship with him is wise, I mean don’t you think that you would fare better with Ned?” he mother interrupted.

Arya gritted her teeth, “No, mother! I love Gendry and I choose to be with him. I’m not breaking up with him.”

“But, Arya-”

“Oh my gods! I’m pregnant! I am pregnant and Gendry is the father and I am not getting back together with Ned Dayne!” She exploded. Everything she had been feeling over the last couple of months had finally unleashed. She was like a bubbling volcano that erupted with full force. Her family had gone silent and Gendry looked as if he was going to faint. She could see the mild disappointment in her mother’s eyes, which Arya ignored. She then looked over at her father who had tears in his eyes. There weren’t tear of anger or sadness, but rather tears of joy and happiness. Jon and Robb had the same look of surprise and Arya knew that Gendry wasn’t getting out of this barbeque unscathed. Sansa was giddy; a mix of excitement and wonder present on her face.

“Well then. I am happy for you two.” Her mother stiffly said as she rose from her seat. She walked over to the bar and poured a glass of whiskey before exiting the parlor.

“Father?” Arya asked.

“Your mother will be fine. Let her vent and she’ll come around.” He said as he embraced Arya. He turned to Gendry and gave him a sturdy pat on the back.

The rest of her family congratulated her, and although her brothers were being overprotective, they too congratulated the couple. The Stark clan shuffled out of the parlor, leaving Gendry and Arya alone.

“Well, that wasn’t so bad.” Gendry observed.

“I supposed you’re right. Although, I don’t think you are out of the clear quite yet. My brothers are going to want to talk to you.”

“Maybe I can just hide out here with you.” He said as he pulled her into his embrace.

“I’ll keep you safe. I promise.” Arya said with a smirk.

She breathed in deep and welcomed the musky scent that Gendry emitted. It was one of the only smells that didn’t make her sick to her stomach.

“And to think, this all started with a drunken night.” He joked.

Arya laughed, “You think you can get our zipper off? Like right now?”

Gendry looked down at Arya, “Oh, you bet.”

Arya smiled and pulled from his embrace to close the parlor door. She locked it swiftly and heard the distinctive sound of a zipper opening

[kibanafuji]

a long time ago.

"'ey! 'ey!! c'mon, ■■■, wake up!"

5 am, the 4th of april. raihan is vigorously shaking his sister to attempt to rouse her out of bed.

"mrrrgggghhh, whadda you wan'..."

"get up already! it's important!"

she squints at her alarm clock, realizes the date and time, and scowls. "... 's my birthday! you can't make me get up early on my birthday!"

"but it's really important!" raihan pleads. "swear down!"

"it better be a bloody 'ouse fire if you're waking me up at 5!" she exclaims, fully awake now to grab a plushie off her bed and launch it at her brother. he blocks his face, though it wouldn't really hurt to get hit with it anyway.

"look, listen, it's just really, really, REALLY important, okay? you gotta get up now!" he insists. "and get proper clothes on! clothes for runnin' 'round, training for gyms in! no jammies!"

"... you WOT?!" ■■■ is about ready to tackle him when she notices... raihan himself is actually dressed. how early did he wake up...?

"quit yellin'! gonna wake up mum and dad if you keep that up..." he scolds.

she sighs. fine, alright, clearly it really is important, whatever it is.

"ugh. i'll put me stupid day clothes on, so get out!"

he's already out the door by the time she finishes her sentence. ■■■ scoffs, quickly picking out some clothing. she knows what outfit he's talking about-- the outfit she decided is going to be her trademark, when she finally becomes a trainer. what's he playing at...? whatever, she'll find out soon enough.

baseball shirt, varsity jacket, knee socks, her comfiest shorts, hair back in a ponytail, and pop a cap on-- heheh.

she gets kind of excited whenever she wears all this at once. she looks really cool-- she'll look even cooler when she's finally got her own pokemon, though!

right, better not stand around admiring her own outfit all day, raihan is waiting. she hurries out, finding him waiting by the door to the backyard.

"aw, ■■■, you look so cool!" he grins. she pouts. "... whuh? --ah, i'm not poking fun, i'm serious! come get your shoes on!"

she continues pouting, but shoves her feet into her sneakers and follows raihan outdoors.

"check it out!" he exclaims, sprinting out around 15 feet ahead before spinning around on his heel to face his sister again. the air is full of mist, leaving the yard looking dreamlike and ethereal. it's beautiful.

"... rai, swear down, if this is the only thing you woke me up for, i'm gonna fricking kill you," she retorts, giving him a good glare from beneath the brim of her cap.

he laughs. "it's not. but it's perfect for today!"

"pretty sure that's not YOUR judgment to make, seein' as it's MY birthday," ■■■ huffs. "hurry up already, what's your dumb excuse for waking me up?"

raihan just smiles. "'ere, catch!"

"eh?"

he pulls something out of his jacket pocket and tosses it towards her. she sticks her arm up and catches it without even looking, staring right ahead at her brother in confusion the whole time.

"... you're lucky i'm such a good fielder! you coulda broken a window doing that, you know?!"

raihan is still just staring at her with a cheeky smile. SIGH. she lowers her arm, inspecting the object he j--

"..."

wait a minute.

"... r... rai. rai, you can't be serious."

it's... an ultra ball.

it feels heavy. the way pokeballs do when they aren't empty.

"... rai, rai wait. rai, no way."

"yes way!" raihan grins. "right, now turn around, there's something else!"

"..." ■■■ is still staring at the pokeball in her hands. "rai--"

"turn 'round!"

she turns. against the wall is a padded baseball bat and a brand new pitcher's glove. "... wha?"

"grab 'em!" "... rai, why--" "pick the bat up, put the glove on!"

she obeys.

"so what i was thinking, right-- you gotta have a trademark pose and that, right?" raihan begins immediately. his sister slowly turns back around, still staring at the pokeball. "you could use the bat as a prop and pose with it during battle, you know, leanin' on it and that, and when you dynamax your pokemon, you can use the bat to hit it into the air. and-- and!!-- you could use the glove to pitch your pokeballs! it'd be right cool!"

"... rai." her voice is soft. softer than usual. he tilts his head curiously. "... yeah?"

■■■ continues gazing down at the ultra ball. the heavy ultra ball. the one that... without a doubt... has a pokemon inside.

"... why?" "why what?"

all he can see of her face is a very scrunched up, pouty mouth.

"... you 'aven't even got your own pokemon yet."

no, he hasn't. "and?"

"... you're... seriously... givin' me a pokemon?"

"yeah, 'course i am."

"..." her little shoulders start trembling. raihan furrows his brow. "... ■■■... are you... cryi--"

"shut up!!" she shouts, finally lifting her head. she's trying to make a face like she's angry, but her big, expressive eyes are all watery, and her lip is wobbling. "am NOT cryin'!" sniffle. "why are you givin' this to ME?! you're due to start the gym challenge in just 'alf a year! this should be yours!"

raihan places his hands in his pockets.

"... i caught it just for you." he smiles warmly. "that's why i'm not keepin' it."

she sniffles again. "... you're so bloody daft, you know that?"

"most people say 'thank you' when they get a gift, you know."

■■■ is quiet for a moment or two. "but... if i say thanks, then... it's gonna mean it's mine for real..."

"it IS yours for real." "but that-- that'll finalize it!" "what are you even on about?" "rai, i can't take this pokemon! you caught it, and you're the one who's closer to startin' the challenge! it's your pokemon!"

raihan sighs. "you haven't even seen what's in it yet."

she hasn't. but she knows he wouldn't catch something like a magikarp and gift it to her like... like THIS, letting her get all teary-eyed... she presses the release on the ball and a flash of light emerges, then fades away to reveal--

"no way. oh my god, rai, no way." "yes way!" "wh... where did you even-- rai! rai, i can't-- this is yours! this should be yours, don't give it to me!" "nah. it's yours." "rai!!"

the □□□ at her feet has a very confused expression on its face, clueless as to what the two humans are yelling about-- well, actually, it's just the one human yelling, the other one is calm.

"... raaaaiiiiii..." she's REALLY gonna start crying now. "... rai, it's a dragon type... it's a dragon type, rai, that's your favourite type..."

"and it's your favourite pokemon!"

"... but it's... a dragon..." sniffle. "and YOU found it, and YOU caught it..." hic. "... uu... w-why give it... to me..."

"because, when i do get my first pokemon, i want the first person i have a REAL battle with to be you. you and □□□ need to get strong together while i wait, so that way i'll have a great challenge on my hands!"

"... uu..." sniff.

"... uuuu..." sniffle, sniffle.

".... UWAAAAAHHHHH--"

as much as she hates admitting she's crying, she sure can wail. raihan makes his way over and wraps her up in a big, warm hug, and she stuffs her face into his chest. his shirt is already soaked, but at least the noise is getting muffled, and they're a little less likely to wake anyone up...

she's still full-force sobbing, but between hiccups and whimpers, she stutters out, "... th-th-thank...... you... raihhhhwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaahhh---"

"... you're welcome, ■■■. happy birthday."

[buttercookie-art]

Disclaimer: I’m just a fan. Not a critic or a reporter, this is not my job.

Here’s the review, enjoy! 

This is the End and you can perceive it from the very first second. Forget Infinity War and its mood, this is a totally different ride.  It’s the end of a journey that began eleven years ago and it feels like it. You can see and feel all these years in just 3 hours. The Russos are bloody good at it, the shots, the sequences, everything is a masterpiece.  There’s hope, there are funny scenes and jokes, but what sets the mood it’s the grieving. We see the Avengers grieve and blame themselves for what happened, this is what fuels them and keeps them going. This is also one of the flaws of the movie: we see their pain, but the movie doesn’t show us how ordinary people are coping -except for one scene, maybe. I think that if we could’ve got a glimpse at what ordinary people did to survive we could’ve appreciated this movie even more. This movie is a love letter to the original six, from the first to the last second. Even the mid-credits are for and about them. Ans so it should be. This journey was possible because of them and I’ll be forever grateful. It just ended, this is -was, if you’ve already seen it- the end. That’s why there is no post-credit scene, not because there won’t be new adventures, but because there is nothing left to say. It’s the ending and the beginning.  I’ve got emotional plenty of times because of it and in the end my tissues weren’t enough. This movie is the cherry on top of a story that kept company to more than one generation. From six years olds, now teenagers; to adults; passing through young adults now adults. The Russo bros were able to direct something that at some points was spectacular, with a narration flow not always perfect but very effective. Like any other movie, even Endgame has its flaws. Some characters were written kinda badly, one in particular for my taste. Of course, with all those characters it was impossible not to make mistakes.  I’ve seen people complain about plot holes, to be honest, except for a couple of things -of which one only time can give me an answer- there aren’t really any. I mean, if you rewind the movie in your head you’ll notice it’s not a hole at all. Everything is explained so well during the course of action, that there’s no need to reiterate over it. The first hour it’s the one that maybe feels a little bit slower than the other two. It’s not my case because when lights were switched on for the short break I was almost complaining. During the first hour you’ll see most of the characters development and the reasons and whys behind what they’re doing. It was impossible not to get invested. The last two hours were the ones that brought all the people in the theatre together. There were scenes in which we laughed, gasped, made some standing ovations and, of course, cried. And when I say “cried”, what I mean is: the only things you could hear were the movie and the people sobbing. I swear I’m not being dramatic, I’ve heard grown up men cry alongside my friends and I and it was beautiful. Sorta. You’ll understand when you’ll see it yourself.  To end this non-spoiler part, it’s a very emotional movie. Heart beats fast most of the time, you’ll wish you were dead but you’ll enjoy it in the end. ... Or so I hope!

                                     Spoilers under the cut!

I really don’t know where to start. It was a rollercoaster start to finish. My brain was so caught up that last night I dreamt I was still in the theatre watching 29 more minutes of it. 29 minutes that included the dead forever back among the living. Quill got back his Gamora, Clint his best friend, Thor and I, our fave trickster, the whole world got back their belove Tony. 

I loved how they got back in time but at their own conditions, it was no Back to the future, but I’d lie if I didn’t like the references to no end. 

Thor is that one character I didn’t like. He was... not him. Thank god Rocket was there to slap him. 

Cap Falcon!!! (but I would love Bucky wearing the stars and stripes even for five minutes only)

He’s worthy. We been knew, no big deal... But guys how powerful that move was bloody hell!

The Winter Soldier elevator scene but with “Hail Hydra”

Steve getting to know how annoying he can be

jARVIS OH MY GOD I ALMOST SCREAMED

Tony and Steve casually walking to the most important people in their life in 1970.

Tony and Morgan and we deserved more of them

Avengers ASSEMBLE!

Steve and Peggy they finally got their happily ever after, it doesn’t make much sense but who the hell cares when you know they’re probably Tony’s godparents??

Peter is unable to have uncles

I’m mad at Carol because she could’ve saved Tony if only she was on time. But I guess Captains like to be late

Pepper assuring Tony her and Morgan were going to be okay

Morgan has two godfathers, no way Tony chose between Happy and Rhodey

ThE GIRLS standing ready to fuck the shit out of anyone who dared to get close to Carol. The goosebumps I got, oh boy

Frigga being the best mum

Steve calling Peter “Queens” it’s what gets me going

“Don’t do anything stupid until I get back” “How can I? You’re taking all the stupidity with you” I cried here too. Deep down I k n e w.

“Love you 3000″ what keeps me staring at the ceiling at night

And lastly, but I could go on and on for hours really, the phrase that started and ended this decade: I am Iron Man.

[theredalice]

*cracks knuckles*  AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH LETS GET IT

I was tagged by @robobrainmurdermysterytheatre to do some OC things, so here we are!! I’m going to do their full list of the OC things that they did cause I haven't done any of those lol

As usual, I’ll be doing Jay Amone (my baby. precious boy. we stan him). Please feel free to send me asks for me to elaborate bc I love talking about him and my other characters!!

I’m tagging @tea-petty @kvltprince @asktinyandpals @aj-vincent-roleplayer and @thotymusprime . Your OCs are all fucking amazing and I love hearing about them pLEASE TAG ME IF YOU DO THIS 

I'm gonna put this under a cut cause there's a lot and I'm finna go all in Y'all

NAME: Jay Amone

NICKNAME: Flyaway (Railroad codename) Little Bird (Gabe’s pet name and also Atom Cats’)

AGE: 26

SPECIES: Human

PERSONAL

MORALITY: the most Lawful Good you will ever meet

RELIGION: Doesn't really have one? He never really understood the concept of God(s) so he just stays out of all together

SINS(greed//gluttony//sloth//lust//pride//envy//wrath): He’s very envious of how people can just???? go thought their day and not have constant anxieties or paranoia??? Like how tf you do that sis??? How does it feel to be neruotypical??

VIRTUES(chastity//charity//diligence//humility//kindness//patience//justice): He takes a lot of pride in the work he’s done for the Railroad and is very proud of how far he’s gotten. he’s an extremely hard worker (almost too hard. sis, take a break). He is so kind. So kind. Like if you’re in need of something he’ll try and get it right away. need caps? boom, here is what you need a little more. Need adhesive? shoosh, he hoards it. He has plenty to go around. need a shoulder to cry on? bitch, him too. Lets cry together sis. He’s very patient (which is something Sala and Gabe admire)

KNOWN LANGUAGES: English, just a tad bit of Spanish from Rico

PHYSICAL

BUILD (scrawny/bony/slender/fit/athletic/curvy/herculean/pudgy/plus size/average): Scrawny, but his calves can and will kill you. Athletic (he has to run a lot for the Railroad (b...because he’s a Runner)

HEIGHT: 5′11

SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: Has a brand of a rose between his shoulderblades

ABILITIES/POWERS: none? but he’s very kind and has the ability to make everyone feel better when they talk to him :)

FAVOURITES

FOOD: yum yum deviled eggs

PIZZA TOPPING: cheese

COLOR: Blue/light blue

MUSIC GENRE: anything thats slow and flows

MOVIE GENRE: Romance/comedy

CURSE WORD: fuck. Its safer than most words out there

SCENTS: soap, fresh laundry, clean

FUN STUFF

BOTTOM OR TOP: Call him a top and he’ll cry cause he is most certainly a bottom

SINGS IN THE SHOWER: um, hell yeah. The shower is like the one place he feels like no one can hear him so he does a lot of vocal things in there

LIKES PUNS: yes yes yes yes yes Y E S. Tell him a pun and he’ll consider youa great friends and interact with you a lot more

OC Phrases: Bold the phases that you connect with one of your ocs.

SIGHT. small towns. big cities. six thirty curfews. lights that take the place of stars. blanket nests. light through the blinds as a wake-up call. found family. finding a single star in the middle of new york city. window shopping. watching something terrible and enjoying it. growing numb to the sight of injustice. wilted flowers. faded caricatures. bright, bold colours.

HEARING. crickets and lightning bugs. car engines and a / c units. a phone call to mum/dad. laughing with friends. jokes that are so bad you have to laugh. the clicking of computer keys. noise cancelling headphones. the sound of silence. muffled music from another room. drumming fingertips on a table. the clicking of pens. listening to a clock and swearing the ticks get slower. ringing in the ears. the voice of someone you love. pitch shifted songs.

TOUCH. being held close during a long night. fleeting reassurances. holding hands when you’re scared. brushing fingers through strands of hair. freshly dried clothes. bruises on your knuckles. silk and satin. your favourite pet’s fur or feather. wringing your hands anxiously. snuggles. comforters in the dead of winter. nails against skin. cold metal. leather in summer.

TASTE. coffee in the morning. tea in the evening. bubblegum that lost its flavor. alcohol burning the back of your throat. homemade cooking, no matter what’s made. blood in your mouth. stale air. mint. fresh vegetables. that processed taste of citrus candy. the first meal you cook by yourself that tastes good. foreign sweets. fast food. bittersweet. sour. spicy. sweet. bitter. too much salt on fries

OC and Songs

Here’s his playlist!

His main theme!

All of the songs in there represent him or his story in some way (please feel free to send me songs you think would fit him ((((maybe that should be my first ask game- send me songs you associate w my OC's- would anyone even play that?))))

Thank you for reading! Also, please feel free to do this yourself with your own character and tag me! I’d love to see your character!