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𓅨 Your Fate is Sealed With Mine: Chapter Forty

Your Fate is Sealed With Mine: Y/N Burgess is the granddaughter of Alex and Paul, and after having spent so many summers at their manor and always wondering why she was forbidden from entering the basement, she descends the steps into the world of the Order. She broke out the being that had been trapped in that glass cage, but what does he want with her now that he is free?

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material (Unprotected Sex is a Major No No), Intimate Moments, Morpheus Adores Reader.

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x Female!GranddaughterReader, based on Netflix’s ‘The Sandman’, Reader now has long-ish hair for plot reasons (Just so Morpheus can tug on it later).

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You were not exhausted like you expected to be after making love with Morpheus, especially given the intensity it ended up being. But that didn’t mean you weren’t content to lay sprawled on your luxuriously soft bed with Morpheus next to you, staring at you like you were the center of his universe. Newsflash, Y/N, you are the center of his universe. You could feel that much with your walls back down. It was a little unnerving to have them gone, you felt so exposed now! But Morpheus was giving off soothing protective feelings that helped to mitigate your anxiety. Your eyes lingered on his even messier hair than usual.

“I’ve made a right mess of your hair, Morpheus,” You softly mused, tentatively reaching up and brushing your fingers through his dark locks. At the very least you tried to make it look less like someone had tried to yank his hair out by the roots. Amusement. Satisfaction. Satisfaction? You ever so briefly scowled at him, not amused by the fact that he was clearly amused by the fact that you had made a mess of him. Your eyes trailed across his collarbones to his shoulder. “Did I make you bleed from my nails?”

“Do you wish you had, my queen?” Morpheus replied with a provocative eyebrow raise. Your scowl returned.

“I’m serious, Morpheus,” You said, a sharpness edging it’s way into your tone as your hand darted out and smacked him in the chest. Morpheus easily caught your hand in his and brought your wrist to his lips. Your eyes were transfixed on his moments as he once again pressed a kiss to your pulse. He liked to do that. Why? “Why do you do that?” You faintly asked, your eyes shifting from your joined hands to his gentle gaze. You raised your own eyebrow. “Are my wrists that attractive?”

Your words actually managed to pull a small chuckle from his upturned lips and he pressed his lips to your wrists once more.

“If you so choose to believe,” Morpheus replied, his lips lingering against your pulse. “Your pulse that hums beneath your skin is one of the few things that grounds me to my dream.” He explained, his nose now running along the space where lips had once graced. His eyes stared into yours yet again. “Your heart beat is life, Y/N. It connects me to humanity in ways I could never understand without you.”

All the more reason for your heart to ache in your chest. Entirely lovesick you felt, and it was all his fault. A soft sigh passed through your lips and looking down at your wrist in his gasp, you maneuvered your fingers downwards, searching for Morpheus’. He let you thread your fingers together as you marveled at the way your fingers seemed to fit in his so well. You wondered how it would feel to hold his hand…

For you, I would hold your hand as long as you so wish. Eternity if you so choose.

Your eyes darted back up to his. After such a long time of silence and nothing in your head, you had forgotten that your minds were connected. You knew how private and reserved Morpheus kept himself, surely he wasn’t serious about that…

You doubt my words, my dream?

You softly snorted and quipped back.

No, Morpheus, I don’t doubt your words, I am simply surprised. And as much as I would love to hold your hand indefinitely, I do believe you would grow tired of such an action and I should like to keep this side of you to myself.

“As my queen wishes,” Morpheus spoke out loud, his voice breaking the quiet calm of the late night. Airing out a sound of appeasement, you twisted your neck to look out the darkened wall of windows and doors. It was no longer thundering and lightning, the skies having faded to a simple rain storm, but the weather still was far from calm. “It will pass in the morning.” Morpheus’s words pulled your gaze away from the outside world to his eyes. “The storm, you have influence over the Dreaming, the realm is simply expressing what you feel.”

“But I’m not—“ You started before frowning. “I’m not that upset anymore… am I? I’m not doing this on purpose.” Morpheus’ thumb stroked your palm and reassurance trickled into your veins.

“It is just the storm that lingers,” He calmly explained. You glanced at the rain coming down in sheets. You didn’t want to punish the residence of the Dreaming every time you got upset. “Our people would rather have rain than dust, Y/N, I should think that this is a refreshing change from the past one hundred years.” You flinched at the mention and withdrew slightly, guilt was quickly worming it’s way through the cracks of your mind. As you were trying to pull your hand free of his, Morpheus’s face went cold for a moment before he promptly tugged you back. He tugged so hard that your body slid closer to his and in seconds he had his other hand dragging you over so he could hover over you in all his naked glory… that you were trying really hard not to stare at… and worse, drool over. “My dream, my imprisonment was far from your hands so remove that thought from your mind because I don’t ever want to feel or hear you think about it, ever again.”

You shuddered at the darkness in his eyes and voice, so you nodded in agreement.

“Words, my dream, I would like to hear you say it.” Morpheus face was calm and collected, as was his words, but you could see just how much your thoughts bothered him.

“I will try my best, but I cannot make promises I might not be able to keep.” You told him softly and honestly. “I just— if I had only tried to go down there at least once then maybe I could’v—“ Morpheus silenced you by taking your chin and pressing his thumb against your lips.

“You were but a child, Y/N,” Morpheus reminded you, his eyes tightening at the knowledge of what you had suffered in adolescence. “A child who had her own grievances and difficulties. You think that you could have done something then?”

“I could have, at the very least, tried.” You weakly protested, knowing that you were trying to fight a loosing battle. You shifted in place and tried not to think about how sticky your inner thighs were, or about how much your pelvis ached with every little movement. You felt thoroughly loved. Morpheus raised an eyebrow at your pitiful protest.

“And you might not have ever come back, my dream,” Morpheus spoke before reaching to move a clump of tangled hair from your face. His fingers stroked your cheek ever so gently. “What is done, is done.” There was no use in fighting him further on the topic, so you simply slumped back against the silk sheets with a sigh. Then you ran a hand down your abdomen and brushed your fingers across your tacky thigh.

“I think I need another bath…” Your musings brought a twitch of a smile to Morpheus’s lips and in seconds, his body was moving once more. Watching in rapt attention, your eyes followed his body as he moved gracefully from where he had been hovering to stand, and then widened when he effortlessly plucked you from your bed and cradled your body against his chest. You stared at your hand which was now pressed against his shoulder, your mind was struggling for words.

“I believe I can assist you with that,” Morpheus told you as he started walking for the bath. You couldn’t help but stare with your cheeks rapidly warming up.

“You are going to do what now?” You questioned in high pitch, your voice squeaking out higher than expected. Another smug smile from the Endless.

“You are my wife, Y/N, it is my privilege to do so.” Ah yes, the whole ‘wife’ title… was he going to exploit that now that you were on the same page of the same book? You had a feeling it was decidedly so. To be quite honest, it was quite adorable… His eyebrow went up and you scowled at him.

“Would you please allow me the decency to have half private thoughts?” You asked near at your wits end. You received a soft chuckle as Morpheus entered the room with the overly large bath.

“As you wish, my dream, but really, I do believe I should not be described as adorable.” Lord he started pouting as he said that! This Endless was going to kill you with that pout alone…

“Well as your wife, it is my duty and privilege to render such titles,” You teased back, a smirk biting at the edge of your still puffy lips. “But won’t call you out in public, I’ll save that for intimate moments when I know you’re most relaxed and adorable.” You received a pinch on your arse for that comment and squealing in his arms, you lurched against him. “Hey!”

“I’m sorry, my love? You were saying?” Morpheus questioned in the picture of innocence. Your mouth opened and closed several times at him shortly before you snorted and started to giggle. It was so refreshing to see Morpheus enjoying himself, even if it was at your expense (not that you minded). Turning your eyes to the large bath, which was well quipped with space for the both of you, your eyebrow went up when it started filling itself and bubbled. Even your favorite bath oil wafted from the steaming water.

“You have got to teach me how to do that,” You sighed out in envy. “All I can do it make it drain.” Morpheus gazed into your eyes as he stepped down into the tub, carrying you all the way into the water.

“In our eternity, I will teach you what ever so wish and all that you shall ever desire,” He promised while delicately setting you down in the spot you usually sat. Then he reached the onyx hair comb that Lantana usually ran through your hair. Oh. Your eyes widened a fraction as he held the comb up. “Will you allow me the honor?”

Like you had the heart to tell him no.

Relaxing against the warm bubbling water, you turned in your seat so your jumbled mess of hair was presented to him and with a gentle touch, Morpheus began to run the comb through your hair. A soft moan passed through your lips as your head dropped back further, eyes shut and entirely relaxed.

“This doesn’t seem like something a king or an Endless would do.” You spoke out softly, trying not to turn into a liquid mess beneath Morpheus’s fingers. His fingers combed a few wayward strands of hair that stuck to your forehead.

“I am neither a king nor an Endless right now, my dream.” Morpheus spoke softly. That had your eyes opening to look up at him. His gaze stared down at you in near tangible adoration. If Morpheus was not a king or Endless right now, then what was he? You aired out your question.

“Then what are you if not king or Dream?”

“I am whatever you desire or need me to be.” Your heartstrings were well past getting tugged, stretched out thin you should think at this point in time… What did you wish for Morpheus to be? A few choices crossed through your mind. Considering that he was technically your husband now, you wouldn’t mind him being your husband in this moment. You should think you would actually prefer it. “I am what you will me to be.”

“I do not seek to will you into anything.” You whispered up at him. “But I wouldn’t mind having a husband, Jemima always harped on me about finding one.”

“Jemima needs to stop instigating you, little troublemaker.” Morpheus grumbled at you, tugging lightly on the brushed strands of hair in his grasp. He may have grumbled but the mirth within his eyes told you he was rather amused with your light teasing. You couldn’t help but grin up at him.

“You know I think she’d like you,” You told him. “Then again she’ll probably try to beat your arse up and then proceed to spend the next hour threatening you and your ability to procreate.”

Morpheus chuckled in bemusement.

“And how might a female human do such damage to me, my dream?” You cocked your head to the side with a mischievous grin.

“Never underestimate a human, especially a female, Morpheus.” Morpheus’s eyebrow went up and you twisted around to face at him. His hands slipped around your waist and in seconds he had you straddling his lap with hot cheeks. It was hard to pay attention to anything save for what you were feeling beneath your aching body. Even with soreness settling in your flesh still wanted more. Was he doing this on purpose? Either way it still felt wondering to be within his arms.

“Given my past indiscretions towards the one I hold most dear, I am well aware that I should dare not underestimate any human female in the future.” Morpheus said while trailing his fingers from your hair to your neck, and then across your collarbones. His touch tingled and ached, running across sore spaces where his mouth had painted your skin with vivid love. His touch made you shiver in delight. You raised your own hand and lightly combed your fingers through his wild locks, enjoying how soft they felt.

“Then you shall do quite fine with my people,” You mused in total confidence, brushing back his wild strands from his face. The hand resting on your thigh swirled across your skin, rubbing soothing circles into your flesh beneath the perfumed water. “Human’s are quite predictable once you have a better understanding of them.”

“Matthew did tell me to never trust a human.” You chuckled and shook your head against the fingers gently caressing your neck.

“Most humans are trustworthy, but it is the bad one’s that are noticed.” You answered earnestly. “But if you focus on the bad parts of humanity, you will fail to see what is most important: the beauty that is life and the freedom in which humanity has been gifted. To live their life in which they desire.”

“I should think that the Corinthian could use a couple lessons from you, my dream.” Morpheus spoke while pushing your head towards his so your faces were only millimeters apart. “He has much to learn, or perhaps it is I that has failed him in teaching.”

“No one is perfect, Morpheus,” You reminded him, your lips ghosting across his as you spoke. The feather light touches incited electric impulses in your lips that you were desperate for more. “That is what makes life so beautiful and interesting. That is what makes life worth it.”

“And to think I could have spent an eternity without you,” Morpheus whispered, his eyes glowing with passion and demand. He was still ever so starving and who were you to deny him of his feast? Your lips met once more. You weren’t sure who had closed those meager millimeters first. Not that it mattered because in seconds Morpheus was urging your lips apart and sweeping into your mouth with hunger and vigor. Your fingers in his hair pushed his lips further against yours while your other hand slipped up his shoulder. It was ever so easy to get lost in his gaze, even more so in his devouring kisses. In time with his kisses, Morpheus tightened his grip on your back, pulling your naked chest further against his until there couldn’t possibly be any more space left between your skin.

You clawed your fingers into his strands, moaning softly at the little sharp bites and nips that bloomed further desire. One last world defying kiss and Morpheus was tugging your head back by your hair and pressing his lips against your neck. He scorched a trail of fire over every centimeter of skin you had, you were sure of it, worshiping your human flesh with every ounce of his endless being. Licks of electricity traveled up the column of your throat until your face was glowing with heat. You let out a soft moan and whispered his name. Morpheus only held you that much tighter.

Your back arched and your hands were quick to tighten their grip. Pleasure was mixing with desire once more and your hips answered the call. Your cunt ground down against his cock in desperate need. A need that overtook the ache of disuse and soreness. Morpheus’s hand, still pressed against to the middle of your back, slid down as his elongated yet fevered kisses continued their assault on your throat. His touch lingered near your tailbone, gently stroking across the curve of your arse while your hips continually sought to get some sort of friction between your bodies. You could feel the cusp of pleasure, feel the throbbing in your cunt, but what you sought was seemingly unobtainable.

“Do you need me again, my dream?” Morpheus questioned, his words gliding over your skin in a tantalizing wake that left you shivering. You let out soft moan when his grip shifted to your hips once more and Morpheus tauntingly yanked your cunt down to meet his thigh. You keened and squirmed in place, nails dragging through scalp and skin. His lips nibbled on your jaw. “I will give you anything you should desire, you need only to ask.” Now his words glided over your hot skin like cool silk. “But I do not wish to hurt you.”

No. No, no, no, no, no, no! That wasn’t what you wanted to hear.

“Please,” You panted out, leaning into his embrace and trying to wiggle and squirm your body against his, anything to bring back that pleasure. His arms wouldn’t let you budge as you gazed up into his eyes, pleading clear in yours. “I’m not going to break, Morpheus,” Your lips were trembling now. “I crave that which only you can provide me. Will you deny me that?” His face never once revealed his thoughts and though you could have easily snooped through his mind for an answer, you didn’t. Finally he answered.

“Never,” Morpheus responded softly before effortlessly maneuvering your body through the bubbling bath water. You felt like you couldn’t breathe as the hard thickness of his cock pushed into your body once more. Even though you certainly felt the rawness of your flesh at first, little stings of pain, it faded when he bottomed out. You then gasped when little explosions of pleasure and delight erupted in your cunt and spread throughout the rest of your body. Oh yes, your body wanted him, your body wanted him so much. Morpheus pulled your face up to his and started nibbling at your lips leisurely while letting your body adjust. “Does this please you, my dream?” He whispered, nipping at the corner of your mouth. “Is this what you want? What you need?”

“Yes,” Your one word answer came out in a strained gurgle, your entire body trying to fight through the overwhelming urge to take everything you could from Morpheus now. “I only want you,” Your voice was a scratchy whisper. Then you tilted your head to look at him in the eyes once more, your noses and lips brushing against each other. “I only need you to be happy.”

“A heavy burden to bare because I fear I might cause you more pain unintentionally in the future.” Morpheus spoke equally as soft. Your lips twitched against his.

“All couples fight, Morpheus, what matters is the making up.” His eyebrow quirked at you and you returned the facial gesture. Surely he understood what you were hinting at. Either way you went on to explain. “Jemima says that make up sex is better than—“ You cut off with a breathless moan at Morpheus dragging your hips up slightly before pulling your body back down and bucking his hips. Your cheek pressed against his as you pulled oxygen back into your lungs.

“What was that, my dream?” Morpheus’s voice was teasing in your ear, his lips brushing against the outer shell. “You spoke of Jemima?” You opened your mouth to retort but being the teasing Endless he was, Morpheus bucked his hips again. You gasped once more, nails digging in as raw turned to pleasure. Chest heaving against his, you managed to compose yourself long enough to give Morpheus a dirty look. Smugness oozed from his facial features and the next time he was going to buck his hips up, you made sure to viciously roll your hips against the movement. Your both let out moans. Morpheus’s eyes flashed silver as a growl emanated in his chest. You wanted to snicker but all you could eek out was a moan. Your hair was sharply tugged once more and you found yourself staring at the ceiling with Morpheus’s lip nipping at your throat once more. “You are a little troublemaker.”

You giggled at him as he released your hair and started running his hand across your body wherever he could reach. His hands spilled over your breasts, cupping and kneading them until you were writhing beneath torturous touches.

“Morpheus,” You breathed out again, feeling your toes curl from the fire currently raging in your body. Oh you wanted that fire to just explode already. Combust even. Anything to reach that pinnacle feeling of serendipity. Morpheus bit gently at your heaving breasts, then licked a nipple and sealing his mouth over it. You nearly cried out in ecstasy, feeling your thighs trembling against his. When Morpheus pulled his mouth away from your breast, tongue and teeth giving it one last clash of pleasure, you all but yanked his head up from your chest to smash your lips back against his. You thirstily drank your fill from Morpheus’s mouth, riding the high of his cock working your cunt over to an unbelievable state. You would crumble apart in his arms, you were sure of it. Morpheus wrapped his arms around your body and hugged you infinitely close as your walls started clenching around his cock.

You could feel your body going taut against his, and slipping your hands back down to his shoulders, you sunk your nails down into his shoulder blades. A plethora of soft pleads slipped from your lips in between sloppy kisses. Begs for relief. Begs for more. Your mind could not make a decision on what it wanted. So your body did for it. Back going rigid in Morpheus’s embrace, you felt yourself explode, the pleasure tearing through you like nothing you’d ever felt or imagined. All your senses went white and you could have sworn you had left your physical body for a few moments to float endlessly in the universe. Another lightning bolt traveled through your body in a bursting rush, morphing to sizzling heat and pleasure.

You came back slowly, body draped against Morpheus and cradled closely. First it was your heavy breathing and heaving chest you could feel, steady against the warm skin of the chest you were collapsed against. As the ringing in your ears died back, you listened to the soft sounds of the bubbling bathwater. Struggling to flutter your eyes open, you stared into the side of Morpheus’s neck with little will or energy to move from where your cheek rested on his shoulder.

“My dream…” You managed hold a trembling finger up and loosely wave it about.

“Need a minute…” You sighed out, dropping your arm back over Morpheus’s shoulder and basking in the after shocks of a very satisfying orgasm. “Too nice…”

“Too nice?” Morpheus repeated softly in your ear, his hand ever so gently stroking up and down your spine.

“Mhm, comfortable…” You sounded, hypnotized by the gentle brush of fingers swirling across your back. “Still a troublemaker?”

“As if I would have you any other way,” Morpheus spoke, dragging his fingers over your hair and then down your back. You hummed in response before letting out a sigh of content. You could fall asleep right here, but something told you that sleeping with Morpheus’s cock still very much in your body was not a good idea for either of you. You felt sore enough, surely your body was deserving of a break. So you slowly detached yourself from Morpheus, who raised an eyebrow at you but helped you up with gentle hands.

“What?” You huffed. “I really do need a bath and preferably one where you aren’t distracting me.” You told him, reaching for one of the soft hand towels.

“I’m distracting you?” Morpheus aired out with a chuckle. He reached for your hand which held the towel and took it. “Truly?” You raised your eyebrow at him with a frank look in your eyes.

“You are entirely distracting to me, Morpheus, you’ve always been.” You explained. “If I’m to get anything done I’d rather do it without distraction.” Morpheus tugged the towel from your hand and you narrowed your eyes at him. He smirked.

“I shall keep my hands to myself, my dream, you look as if you are mere moments from nodding off.” You wanted to scowl at him, but he was naturally right and he was already running the hand towel over your your shoulder and down your back. Resigned to Morpheus’s tender care, you tried your best not to prove him right by falling asleep. That was a very difficult task as the moment he poured water over your damp hair and started running shampoo though your strands, you became a limp mess against him. By the time you were clean you were struggling to keep your eyes open. Morpheus carefully gathered you back into his arms and rose from the bath. “Is there anything more you wish from me, my dream?”

“Bed,” You murmured, wanting nothing more than to curl up in the soft sheets and snuggle. Morpheus did just that, magically drying both of your bodies as he carried you back to your bed. When he reached the large four poster bed and set you down with the gentleness one would have with an infant, you peeled your eyes open and looked up at him. “You’re going to right back to work, aren’t you.” Morpheus ran his fingers through your clean hair.

“I have work to do, my dream, the realm—“

“Will wait,” You cut him off, reaching up and dragging him towards you by the arm. He would have landed on top of you if he hadn’t planted his hands on either side of your body.

“Y/N,” Morpheus called softly, his eyes telling you that he was serious about his words. You lifted your hands to his face and clasped his cheeks.

“The realm can and will, wait, Morpheus,” You whispered sternly, then you tugged on his head. He knew what you wanted but was still thinking about his work. “You will rest with me.” Morpheus didn’t pull away, his resolve was ebbing, you could see it in his eyes.

“I have work to do.” That was a downright pathetic attempt at an excuse and you both knew it. Raising an eyebrow at him, you saw the final cracks start to shatter.

“Tomorrow,” You whispered, he sighed and you internally celebrated. Carefully folding his beautifully carved arms, Morpheus dropped his head to your chest and wrapped his arms around your body. Humming in appeasement, you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his fluffy black hair and closed your eyes, feeling entirely content.

Never in all his eons had a woman had this much of a hold on him. Never in all of his relationships had his lover pushed back as you did. No. Not lover. Queen. Wife. Equal. You were far more than any of his previous lovers. Far more precious, but not delicate. No, you were a force to be reckoned with when angered. You were absolutely perfect for his realm and fit in just as much as his dreams and nightmares. Speaking of you…

His dream had fallen asleep not even five minutes after you had demanded he lay with you for the night. The hand you had been stroking through his hair, rested lightly on his cheek. Beneath his cheek your heart beat rhythmically, yet another reminder of what he now held ever so close. Humanity. His imprisonment had left him a changed being. Morpheus held you tighter, one last thought lingering in his mind: what had happened the night you had been pulled from your body?

Date Published: 12/26/22

Last Edit: 8/23/23

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EXCLUSIVES & MAINS & CONNECTIONS~

This nifty lil post will list rp partners and FCs of their muses that, since I am so deeply enamoured with their muses and can't stop associating the faces they chose for said muses, I can't find it in me to have given (or all) blorbos of mine interact with anybody else. I know faces aren't everything and writing always matters the most, but it's kind of like knowing the car a person drives isn't relevant to your friendship to them and still instantly thinking of them when you see one flash by, to the point where you'll go a lil silly in the head when someone else driving the same car shows up. You know?

That makes no sense but bear with me LKDFGLH

THIS LIST ALSO APPLIES TO @/ASHBTTEN, my single-muse

BLOG-WIDE

Lee Dong-wook | @jeoseungsaja From main verse to verse 5, Alex's MASSIVE BRAIN has made me wholly incapable of throwing any of my blorbos at any Lee Dong-wook that aren't her magnificent Jeoseungsaja, Wang Yeo, Lee Hyuk. He is simply That Binch. Kaeden's older brother, Kim Shin's spouse and/or housemate, Sarang's victim, Rang's actual half-brother, you name it.

Débora Nascimento | @astremourante The mythvoiced blorbos have spoken, every muse who meets Amelia falls in love with her, romantically or platonically as may be, or is otherwise so obsessed with her I am starting to fear for their mental health. Ami's Amelia Stella Sinclair is the fruit of some of the sexiest, most incredible character building I've ever seen and I can't disassociate her face from her. Dude, I even forget Miss Nascimento does not have freckles.

MUSE-SPECIFIC

Lee Joon-gi | @theimpalpable for Ji Hyun, as Yeong Boram. He's a rain prince, an azure dragon, who's story with Hyun starts in captivity in ancient times and re-blossoms now in the present, when they turn from memory to constant, present and future. Boram is Hyun's soulmate and Hyun is single-ship with him.

Harry Lloyd | @/theimpalpable for Corey Atwell, as Domenic Lachlan. A friend, a mentor of sorts, maybe? Left to his own devices with no one to lean on, meeting Domenic, a kind, warm, enthusiastic intellectual willing to experience the joys of discovery and knowledge with him is kind of like... discovering how vast the world is without being afraid of it.

Tom Holland | @/theimpalpable for Kaeden, as Wilder B. Summers. Wilder is perhaps everything to Kaeden, most definitely is. He's his best friend, his sweet cheese, his good-time boy, Kaeden would set the world on fire for him, and hopes to be worthy of his friendship one day.

Park Bo-gum | @/theimpalpable for Han, as So Yong. The feeling of a soft breeze on a hot day, the first drop of rain after months of dry soil, the first sip of water after hours without, the softness of your pillow after a hard day. These are just some of the things Han equals Yong to. And it's very confusing.

Song Joong-ki | @/theimpalpable for Huáng ZhìJiàn, as So Kiheon. Some love prevails for centuries before either party even gets to call it love. A-Jiàn has never forgotten Kiheon and each day he may get closer to meeting them again, is a day he feels a little more alive than the previous.

Shin Ha-kyun | @/theimpalpable for Sköll, Sarang & Ajay (in particular), as (Kim) Nae-Gil. For Sarang and Ajay, Nae-Gil is but a name on a list. A Knight, one of those deserted, hell, Ajay might not even know who he is, Sarang might only be familiar with what he's capable of. A Knight of the Order he still was, and that connection will always remain. To Sköll, though, he's a little more than that. He makes him feel alive in the same way two flames uniting to create a wildfire create life in their own way.

You WILL most definitely find other Alex muses on this list one day, I am obsessed with her stuff, I'll nab it all.

Lee Sun-mi | @uroborosymphony for Sarang, as Calixtus 'Calista' Orion, because Lynnie said I was allowed~ immortal terrorist girlfriends, the breath of snarled and maniacally cackled air that fanned the flame in Sarang's soul back to life and reminded her that living is just, living is fair, and taking what is hers even more so, perhaps even at her side, by the side of the one woman to occupy the centre of her mind.

Shin Sung-rok/SF9's Hwiyoung | @clemencetaught Blog-wide. Here's the thing. Patrick Grace, Shin Myungdae, I am a little obsessed with what Ferre is doing with this person. Every verse, every minute interaction I have with him, because I haven't even gotten to interact with him all that much (or as much as I'd like to, anyway, hehehehe~) follows me to the end of my days. With Eunjae, with Sarang, the plotting we're doing with Maria, smaller threads like the one with Seok-ju, he's incredible. All of Ferre's work around this person makes me gasp. I had to visit their notion because I did not for the life of me remember the FC's name, in typical Len fashion, I completely forgot that wasn't just... you know, Patrick. So yeah. If I see another Shin Sung-rok, in particular, anywhere else, I will think it's Patrick.

Hoang Quyen | @ofgentleresolve for Samuel, as Mana Minh Huynh, on one hand because even while I write Samuel very rarely because he's a little more difficult to get muse for, Mana is already impacting him in ways I could have never hoped for to the point where I'm discovering things about him I had no idea were in him, on the other hand because I just? I can't... it's? I don't shout about Mana a lot because I feel almost undeserving, and inappropriate in treating her the way I would... stanning anime characters. She's... so much more, she makes me want to treat her in all the seriousness of ancient Greek philosophers. She's incredible. She's "The Only Hoang Quyen" to put it in a weird way (I'm collecting Ferre characters the way I collect Alex characters, BEST BELIEVE).

CONNECTIONS/MAINS

These are characters who I wouldn't claim mutual exclusivity with because I'm a too chicken and forgetful to ask, but they've become very vital connections to my muses and as such, while I'd never demand anything in turn, there is no pressure or obligation here to do the same with connections here as I do because I am Insane about y'all's characters, your muses are very dear to me and as such these here listed characters will at the very least most definitely be the first names associated with the listed faces.

Jing Boran | @wantedformanysins for Chul-soo, as Nathan Chen, because don't you just love a messy 'we used to be lovers but not really then we split and now you invited me as your boyfriend to spend Christmas with you because you didn't tell your mother we split?' plot? There's a lot more to that, obviously, because Dex is one of the greatest minds you'll ever meet, her plotting capabilities are through the ROOF. The violence she makes me feel, soft aggression about how amazing it is. It's... I can't even put it into words it's just... oof.

Liam Samuels | @zodiachild for Nathaniel & Diana, as Aziz Khan. Again, Dex just... plots MASSIVE things okay. Love stories spanning for centuries, stockfull of the most violently incredible details and facets, Aziz is such an incredible fucking character, the lore iS INSANE, and Nathaniel & Diana are both so stupid about him, so absolutely gone, so insane about him, can't really expect me to not add him here~

Nana Komatsu | @wellfell BLOGWIDE, as Mori Akina, let me count all the ways I would commit heinous crimes for Akina, I have been so obsessed with this woman even beyond having Karube interact with her in so many painful, sexy, incredible ways, amplified by the way Nassy writes to kill, I'm not even sure if I got the FC's name right because it's just Akina™. I'm literally doing research on Ringu to understand her better, do you understand, I am considering buying it, do you understand.

AND!! LIST WILL BE UPDATED!! When I write things down in one sitting I will end up forgetting, so I'll come back~ Also in case FCs change~ There are some I didn't add either because they're Patrick/ashbtten related or because I'm shy or because they're in 1x1 threads or or or but hey if you ever feel like we've interacted enough that it would be a CRIME to not find on this list, we can always chit chat about it >:3

#;ooc #;exclusives & mains #i'm always nervous about these things but yoU KNOW WHAT i'm adult i can handle things let me know if you'd like to be removed from here ;3 #AND THANK YOU FOR WRITING WITH ME NO MATTER WHAT

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BASICS.

name: Alexander Harvey Wright (Alex, Lex, Al, Xander)

age / dob: 35 | April 20th 1988

species: Witch (aura reading, telekinesis, healing, teleportation)

hometown: Lunar Cove, Rhode Island

current residence: Downtown Lunar Cove

occupation: Film Director Artist & Coven Advisor

family: Caleb Wright (brother) + other half-siblings.

notable connections: Poppy Reed (Friend, Lover, Coven's Supreme, It's complicated) , (view wanted connections below ⬇️ )

Taurus ☀️ Gemini 🌙 Libra ⬆️

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

Coven Members - Anyone in the coven would know Alex as the Advisor of 1 year.

All Witches - Alex has tried to reach out to every witch in the city. He believes in the unity the coven brings, and has likely tried to recruit your muse.

Other Town Leaders - Alex has served as advisor to the coven for 1 year and would know other local leaders.

Locals to Lunar Cove - Alex lived in LC from birth til age 18 (1988-2006) I would love old school friends, former neighbors, and other pivotal adolescent connections

Residents of Downtown Lunar Cove - Alex lives in Downtown, close to the coven HQ, and he's certainly involved within his neighborhood.

Artists - If your muse is involved in the arts of any kind they could've met Alex at a local art event.

Other - Should nothing work for you and / or your muse, please let me know and I'd be happy to brainstorm something for us. :)

TIMELINE:

1988 - Born 4/20.

1991 - Parents Divorced. Alex starts kindergarten.

1993 - Parents remarry and have other children.

1998 - Two more of Alex's sisters are born.

2006 - Alex graduates from highschool.

2010 - Alex graduates from college.

2010-2014 - "The Lost Years"

2015 - Alex returns to Lunar Cove

2019 - Alex calls off his engagement to his fiancé and buys his home.

2022 - Alex accepts the position as Advisor to the Coven

2023 - Present Day

HEADCANONS:

Alex has a dog. She's a husky named Aurora.

Alex has lost count of how many tattoos he has.

FULL BIOGRAPHY.

TW: Divorce, Drugs, Alcohol, Infidelity, OverDose, Death, Cancer

As Aphrodite announced her return from the underworld with the promising green of Spring, a baby boy was born in Lunar Cove, Rhode Island; Alexander Harvey Wright. When he was only three years old his parents divorced. Later in life, this would come as no surprise to Alex as his father had been married before and after his mother. He was an absentee parent at his best. Now, a grown man, he doesn't hate his father, but he certainly doesn't see much good in him aside from the checks he cuts.

After his parents' divorce, Alex's mother and father both remarried and had more children. He was raised in Lunar Cove with his mother, step father, and three sisters. Alex saw his father and other half siblings on occasion, as they would visit Lunar Cove from time to time. Except for a brother who was human.

From a young age, he was a gifted witch and found the confines of the magically protected town reassuring as he stepped into his power. Aura reading came first. A gift that served him well over the years, allowing him to see others in such a real and vulnerable way. Then came healing, an important skill for a boy who sometimes acted first and thought second. In a fight with one of his sisters, Alex discovered he was a telekinetic, too. His fourth and final gift came when he joined the town's coven. Ironically, it was the one that would later make him leave it. In a meditative state, a practice he had adapted in his early teens to learn to control his emotions (read: magic), Alex teleported. A gush of wind made him aware of his change in scenery, and when his eyes opened he no longer sat in his bedroom but atop Lunar Cove's water tower.

With highschool and his hometown in the rear view, Alex studied film at a university in New York. It was just a few town hops from where he grew up, but a whole new world of discoveries. During his sophomore year he wrote a screenplay that, the following summer, he directed. For his work on the film, he was nominated for an oscar but lost. It didn't shake Alex's determination to keep creating, rather it inspired him to try again. His second nomination came shortly after he finished undergrad. It was an unexpected win. Alex never imagined, especially at a mere twenty-two, that he'd win an oscar. His elation somewhat short lived as his father's praise lasted all of one second before he had to mention one of Alex's siblings who'd accomplished something else even more spectacular.

Eventually, Alex stopped trying to prove himself to anyone but himself, and suddenly everything about his life seemed to get a whole lot easier. He gave into hedonism like never before, indulging his every whim and desire and allowing it to inspire him to create however and whatever he wished. It was the launching point for his career, and for many years Alex never stopped to rest. When he wasn't working as a director he was creating via some other medium, be that painting a new lover, or forging the curves of an old one from memory into clay. His productivity stopped only for darker debauchery; illicit drugs, alcohol, and potions fueled many a days on end benders. Experiences he used to keep his creative fuse lit.

During that time in his life, Alex did a lot of things he later would come to regret. His heart even less loyal than the body he put in bed next to a different body nearly every night. Not the kind of son any mother would be proud of, yet alone one like his with three daughters. His illicit affairs weren't his only shame, though no one knew the latter. During what he now just calls 'the lost years', a friend overdosed in front of him, and he couldn't just watch him die. So, Alex healed him; a human man. Unaware of his friend's gifts, even after he saved his life.

The accident scared him enough to sober up some, and for a moment he considered returning home to Lunar Cove. It was never his intention to be away for so long, he was close to his family there, but it was hard to resist the lure of adventure. Eventually, Alex took up a semi-permanent residence in New York when he started dating an actress from one of his films. Their life was good there. He enjoyed himself just enough not to be his family's shame, but something was calling him home, and it refused to stop until he listened.

It certainly wasn't the homecoming he'd imagined. His sisters and their mother gathered around the kitchen table of his childhood home. She was sick. The matriarch of their family; the glue. A wise woman with all the worlds answer who could sooth any care or worry with just a look. She had cancer, and the prognosis was terminal. A reality Alex struggled with for many reasons. A talented healer and absolutely useless to save his own mother. He despised himself for awhile. Loathed the limits of his magic, and the greediness of his wandering soul that kept him away for many years he could've had with his mom. Alex threw himself into his practice, focusing on magic to distract him from the inevitable.

Before she passed he proposed to his girlfriend. His mother gave him her ring from her marriage to his father, but Alex chose to buy something instead. Even then, deep down, he knew she wasn't the one. After his mom died, Alex broke off the engagement. He didn't love her like he should. The dream of marriage, of a family, weren't dreams he had with her. She was devastated, and in his villainy he felt relieved.

The return of Poppy Reed to Lunar Cove occurred some months before the engagement formally ended. She haunted him like a petulant ghost until the moment his conscience relieved him of the guilt of infidelity. A reunion that did not sooth the ache of grief within him. Though, nothing would. He'd carry it with him every day until, in time, he grew used to its weight.

Art and magic, arguably a medium that was one in the same, had always been a welcome distraction. Alexander leaned into both as he stared into the future with no direction but an openness for what fate would allow.

In downtown Lunar Cove, close to the coven headquarters, Alexander purchased a three floor tall and skinny where he could live and work. A studio for his passions on the first floor, a three bedroom living space on the second, and an attic to practice his craft up top. The extra rooms were for guests, siblings, or whoever needed it. He did what he could to support his community, so it shouldn't have come as a surprise to him when he was nominated to complete the trials for supreme. It was a title, a responsibility, a weight on his head that Alex didn't want. Yet, he accepted the challenge and gave his all. Only to be forgone at the end by the ancestors when they chose Poppy. A choice he supported from the very start, and not just because it meant he didn't have to be the supreme.

Reluctantly, he accepted his new Supreme's request to serve as advisor to the coven. A role that came with a weight and responsibility of its own, though he never envied the differences in the heaviness of their crowns.

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midsummersky · 2 years

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Arctic Monkeys’ Alex Turner shares details of new album The Car in Big Issue exclusive

Alex Turner lifts the lid on new Arctic Monkeys album The Car in an exclusive interview with the Big Issue ahead of their return to UK live performance.

Arctic Monkeys singer Alex Turner has lifted the lid on the creative process of new album The Car in a global exclusive interview with The Big Issue.

The Sheffield band have announced their seventh LP will be released on October 21, picking up where 2018’s jazz-inspired, intergalactic Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino left off. But “on this record, sci-fi is off the table. We are back to earth”, Turner hinted.

“I think we’ve got closer to a better version of a more dynamic overall sound with this record,” he told The Big Issue. “The strings on this record come in and out of focus and that was a deliberate move and hopefully everything has its own space. There’s time the band comes to the front and then the strings come to the front.”

After six straight No1 LPs – from 2006’s phenomenon Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not to 2018’s cinematic Tranquility Base Hotel and Casino – singer-guitarist Alex Turner, drummer Matt Helders, guitarist Jamie Cook and bassist Nick O’Malley hope The Car will be their seventh straight UK number one album

The record was made with the band’s regular producer James Ford at Butley Priory, a converted monastery in rural Suffolk, in the summer of 2021. The decision not to go to a regular recording studio was inspired by some rock-and-roll legends, Turner said.

“There’s a bunch of Led Zeppelin and Stones records where they were in this house in the country and then they went and sorted it all out and overdubbed it elsewhere,” Turner revealed. “We went there in the summer, took all the equipment, got the raw material and then took it on elsewhere.”

The release of The Car comes 20 years after the band’s formation as teenagers in Sheffield in 2002. Although the sound may have mellowed and evolved beyond the raw power of 2006’s Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not — the fastest selling debut album in UK chart history — Turner says they’re still staying true to their roots.

“You have to follow your instincts in the same way you did in the first place,” he said. “In that way, it does all feel like it’s connected to us 20 years ago in the garage when it was pure instinct.”

The Big Issue enlisted Martin Compston, star of BBC1’s Line of Duty and Arctic Monkeys superfan to interview Turner. Over the course of a weekend at Sziget festival in Budapest, Hungary, he got to know the band before sitting down with Turner then watching their set from the side of the stage.

The new album, said Compston, is “fucking class”.

“Hello You is a belter. And [There’d Better Be A] Mirrorball? Wow,” he said, calling it a song with “Bond villain overtones”.

“It’s a response I’ve had to other things we’ve composed,” replied Turner, “this idea of something sounding ‘cinematic’. I never completely subscribe to it, but it’s louder this time.”

Before then, the band return to the UK for their first shows on home shores for four years, headlining Reading Festival on Saturday August 27 and Leeds on Sunday August 28.

The setlist has been evolving during a string of summer festival performances, their first in three years, with new song I Ain’t Quite Where I Think I Am sending online fan forums ablaze with excitement after it was played in Switzerland on Tuesday.

And with the announcement of the new LP, speculation is growing that more of the 10 new songs — There’d Better Be A Mirrorball, I Ain’t Quite Where I Think I Am, Sculptures Of Anything Goes, Jet Skis On The Moat, Body Paint, The Car, Big Ideas, Hello You, Mr Schwartz, Perfect Sense – could be unveiled during their headline sets at this weekend’s Reading and Leeds Festivals.

“It’s quite mysterious, to me, right now, at this moment in time, the setlist and what the order of that should be,” Turner mused, such is the strength of their back catalogue.

“This time has passed over the last few years and certain things don’t feel the way you expected them to anymore. That sounds sad, but it’s not. There are just certain things that represented certain moments in the past that now feel like something else, so they should be somewhere else. I’m still definitely very much working it out.

“It’s exciting to perform again,” he added. “But we are still shuffling the deck on the setlist.”

The full, wide-ranging interview will be in The Big Issue magazine on sale from Monday August 29 and is available for pre-order now from the Big Issue Shop.

#arctic monkeys #the car #am7 #big issue #the car era

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covingtonrp · 2 months

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LEE ABHRAMS is looking for his FORGOTTEN EX-BOYFRIEND. For more details and how to contact the player, read below.

Character Name: Lee Abhrams

Connection Name: UTP

Age Range: 29-39

Type of Connection: Forgotten ex-boyfriend

Suggested Faceclaims: Archie Madekwe, Alex Landi, Kingsley Ben-Adir, Carlos Miranda … literally any guy who can play this age range

Details:

Lee started to explore/accept his sexuality in college, and was out to his friends (and, to a lesser degree, his family) from that point onwards. He also dated … a lot. There were a lot of hookups, and usually 2-3 short relationships (lasting 1-3 months) in the summer months. Your character is one of the latter, and I’m totally flexible about when/where these two dated. I’ve got a rough timeline on Lee’s blog that helps map out which cities he was living in when, so your character would need to have lived in one of those places, or somewhere reasonably close, during the appropriate time. We can discuss why/how things ended, Feelings, etc.

The most important part of this connection is, even though they dated, and Lee genuinely cared for your character, he has since forgotten about them. He may or may not have mentioned his hometown, so it could be a coincidence, or intentional, for your character to end up in Covington, aka it could be related to Lee, or in spite of him. So though this could be super momentous for your character … for Lee, it’s, “uh, who are you again?”

This is not an inherently romantic connection — I’m open to a rekindling if muse/chemistry is there, but this can also be straight up awkwardness and perhaps even a little hostile. Whatever inspires you/works with your muse!

Some details to help flesh things out:

Lee obviously moved around a lot after leaving Covington; that could be a breakup factor if you’d like

Lee also is super afraid of parenthood because of his shitty parents; this is a space for contention as well

Lee probably did not disclose all that much about his childhood/parents; while he never returned to Covington or visited his parents before this January, he hasn’t cut off contact with them, either. He takes their calls, but he doesn’t share much (anything) about his life. There’s lots to delve into there in terms of, Lee not being out, and family dynamics, that could definitely have been impactful to their relationship

That said, Lee is closer with his siblings, and they’re all back in town — lots of opportunities for secondary connections

Contact the player at: @leeabhrams

#mature rp #city rp #small town rp #tumblr rp #literate rp #active rp #wc

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ wanted connections ( +3 ) ˚₊‧✩ੈ

ੈ✩‧₊˚ OPEN / closed ˚₊‧✩ੈ MASON GREEN ( grant gustin ) is looking for their TWIN SISTER around paris ! they’re apparently around 31 years old, and look like a copy of ANYONE WHO LOOKS LIKE THEY COULD BE GRANT’S TWIN. the mun DOES ask to be contacted @lamouretlechocolat (or @cirillawitcher) before applying. // the two of them were always close growing up. With Mason being the shy one, I’m thinking his sister is more outgoing. But they always have each other’s backs. It would be fun for them to be a musical duo but totally not necessary, that’s just for funsies. All other details are UTP! Feel free to contact me and we can establish some additional headcanons so we are both on the same page. So if the musical duo (think Donny and Marie) is not your thing, then we can think of something else and work their dynamic!

ੈ✩‧₊˚ OPEN / closed ˚₊‧✩ੈ LUCILLE JACQUEMONT ( taylor swift ) is looking for their EX FIANCÉE around paris ! they’re apparently around 31-33 years old, and look like a copy of ANY FEMALE FC FITTING THE AGE RANGE. the mun DOES ask to be contacted @bigbadwclf before applying. // Due to Lucille's rebellious behavior entering her teens, she was sent to a catholic all-girl boarding school in L.A in hopes her behavior got better. This is the place where she started her metal band and where she met your muse, who was her first friend ever in America and dormmate, and eventual first love. The two developed feelings for each other and started a relationship that lasted around 9 years to the point they were engaged, but things went down between them as Lucille tried to deal with the increasing fame and chose poor coping mechanisms for it around the summer of 2015. They haven't spoken since they parted ways, but she remains Lu's greatest love to date that still haunts her, so seeing her around again would really mess her up. I left the actual reason why they broke up open cause I'd love to plot it all out so I'd please need you to contact me so I can share Lu's bio and we can sort details out. The angstier the better bc I'm such a sucker for messy drama!

ੈ✩‧₊˚ OPEN / closed ˚₊‧✩ੈ ALEXANDER MORGAN ( tom blyth ) is looking for their FANSERVICE FAKE RELATIONSHIP around paris ! they’re apparently around 27-30 years old, and look like a copy of NAOMI SCOTT, EMILY RUDD, SEYCHELLE GABRIEL, JAZ SINCLAIR, ANY FEMME FC . the mun DOES NOT ask to be contacted @xcestlavie (or actuallystumacher on discord!) before applying. // alex was known for his work on a show in american where he worked with y/m and it was no secret that the pair were shipped because of 'undeniable chemistry', his team saw an opportunity and jumped on it proposing a 'relationship' to the pair to keep their names on people's tongues. alex at least found some hesitation with the set up but after a month of convincing they made their first public appearance. it's been two years since than and alex has moved on from the show to make a bigger name for himself in the industry, the pair still keep up the act because it's what's worked so far. alex moved to paris because he likes the culture and france was also the backdrop of his most recent project, your muse could've followed to keep up the appearance of support for their boyfriend/for a project of their own/or another reason. literally everything about this is plottable, i am a big fan of slow burn (enemies to lovers) type situations. i think it would be hilarious if they didn't even like one another at the start and still take little small jabs one another now. Please be sure to add any extra information or diversity notes here: any femme or nonbinary fc is welcome that fits the age range! where they’re from isn't overly important and completely up to you, i just kind of defaulted to them being american. this isn't an immediate end game situation but has potential to be??? i ship chemistry before anything.

#new rp #oc rp #city rp #mature rp #mumu rp

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cinnaki · 1 year

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X-115s Very Bad Day

Comm for @grassfedburger

2,600 word count

Autotrooper lands in Bayverse somewhere in Texas.

"Alex! Breakfast is getting cold." a gruff voice called from outside the young adult's comfortable burrow of pillows and thin sheets. They had not slept well. Between the summer Texan heat, and the lulling sound of a fat horse fly bumping around between two glass panes, they barely blinked their eyes and the morning sun demanded their attention.

"Better than sweating all night again..." they grumbled, peeling the sheets from their sticky skin. "Charging four hundred in rent for one room and no air conditioning?" Alex huffed to themselves, as they stumbled into the included closet-sized bathroom to wash up. At least get the film off of their skin before cold eggs and the best hashbrowns they've ever had.

They stared at themselves in the old mirror. Short, frizzy hair they never could quite tame. Peach-colored eyes stared back as they admired their recent natural tan. "Now, if only we could build some muscle..." they mused, staring at their twiggy arms. They barely fit in their old white tank top and orange track shorts they wore everywhere.

Alex made their way into the main room, lined with old tacky paneling, and photos of people they never knew shaking the hands of the home and auto-shops owner. "Morning Harold." They said politely.

Harold set down his pipe, "Morning, Alex. Sleep well?" he asked, not looking up from a broken water pump for a car in his shop.

"You know it," Alex responded, plopping down to start stuffing their face. They noticed the pump, "Do you ever stop working?" Harold had been working on that Kia Sorento for weeks, unable to figure out what was wrong with the engine.

"I think I have it figured out finally." The older man finally responded, after clicking a panel back into place. He watched Alex eat like a starved animal, waiting for them to finish before tossing the part their way. "You got younger hands, think you can install this before your start your shift at the train yard?"

Alex caught the pump, eyeing it up and down. "You clever bastard--" Harold gave them a wicked smile. "Alright, alright. But I want a steak dinner." Alex laughed, heading towards the garage door.

"Careful--that door has been acting--" Harold shouted, as Alex pressed their back against the door, falling through into the shop with a loud bang, followed by even louder crashing. A scream followed, but Harold knew that was not Alex. It sounded mechanical.

What followed were more mechanical sounds, as Harold and Alex both froze in place. The very Sorento Alex had gone out to fix stood up, screaming and tearing a car tarp from its back to no success. It slammed into several walls, knocking out the garage door before changing back into a car, and speeding off out of town, tarp still stuck in its seems.

"What the hell--?" Alex asked, pulling a piece of wreckage off their back.

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X-115 blasted down the old paved road, yelping once it changed into dirt. "Scrap, scrap, scrap--" The tarp finally flew off, and the Auto-trooper slammed on their brakes but still crashed into a small group of cacti. A couple of birds quickly escape, pecking at the car before flying off.

"What in the Allspark is this junk?" he asked himself, barely registering anything beyond the heat, and gummy substances leaking under the hood. They transformed back into root mode, flicking some of the cactus juice from their servos. "Ew--"

X-115 looked around, their spark rapidly pulsing. "Where am I?" They got to their feet, dropping sand, dirt, and cactus chunks from their frame. Miles and miles of the same stretched before them. They could see heat radiating in the air and felt it on their chassis.

"Okay--okay protocol. Establish connection--" They held their servo to their helm. "Autobot base, attention Autobot base. This is Autotrooper X-115, requesting status report. I repeat, this is Autotrooper X-115 requesting status report."

They waited in silence, "Nothing. Scrap." they stared off in another direction, hoping somehow that would change their situation. "How did we get here--" he tried to recall. If the Autobots found him, they would want answers. "I was on a mission...." he held his helm, pacing back and forth. "Scrap-- Commander Gearshaft will decom me for sure. They probably think I turned tailpipe and rolled out."

X-115 ran the situation through their head multiple times. "Okay, you're clearly not on Cybertron--but how did I get here?" he played back his memories but found nothing beyond the tarp now sadly flopping on the ground some distance away. He grunted, walking over to pick it up. He could feel the heat of the sun taking a toll on his systems. But could not figure out why. Placing the tarp over his back, the Autotrooper started walking. "Better find someplace to shelter, this world's sun is worse than the melting pits."

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Hours pass, and X-115 finds nothing. They swear by Primus they have seen that same group of cacti seventeen times now, but could not recall by this point. The heat of this planet's sun fried their circuits. They tried multiple times to kickstart the cooling process, but despite their fans' hard work, no coolant flowed. "This is it. This is how I join the well of Allsparks. On some blasted planet." they whined to themselves.

The twentieth time they passed the same group of cacti, something changed. Down the dust-covered road, a young adult on a pedal bike hurried over. Wearing a shade hat, and reeking of sunscreen. X-115 stopped, staring at the odd sight and swearing they finally went crazy.

Alex stopped thirty feet from the obvious giant alien robot, "Hey, are you one of those bad guys who destroyed Chicago?" they asked.

X-115 glanced around them, then back to Alex. Their processor clicked, then accessed a...oddly large database, for a planet made of dirt and pointy plant things. He thought nothing was here, a dead world but...maybe there was more to this planet that met the optic. They downloaded a language filter matching the words the other spoke, then tried to reply. "What is a Chicago?"

Alex raised a brow, "Cool--uh, speaking of. Uhh--I don't really think--I mean. Could you uh--" they scratched the back of their head, then pulled out the water pump from their bag. "I think you might be overheating without this."

X-115 observed the object, then clasped their helmet. "HAH--HAHAHAH!!" his laugh sounded creepy to Alex. "OH, PRIMUS THAT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE!" he continued laughing.

"Yeah--" Alex silently wondered why they were swearing to a band, but that would wait. Right now, they felt responsible for making sure this big idiot did not die in the Texas heat. It might be easier to not be abducted by the men in black if the alien is still alive. "Hey can you uh-- I don't know how to ask this, but could you be a car again, so I can put this back in you?"

"....You mean, put your tiny, gross, organic arms in my engines? No." X-115 retorted.

“Would you rather fry? It's only going to get hotter." silence filled the area, broken only by the whisper of gentle wind. "Welcome to West Texas, it's not nice to people who aren't prepared."

"And you choose to live here?"

"Not really. And you don't look like you got much of a choice." Alex replied with a cheeky grin.

X-115 stared flatly, blue optics narrowing on the stick-like arm stretching out to them.

"C'mon, I'm trying to build a bridge between species here. After those Decepticons tore up Chicago, not many people like you uhhh--" They studied X-115, spotting the Autobot insignia on them. "Autobots, right?"

"There are Decepticons here?!" he asked, stunned.

"Yep. Some big guy named Megatron has been running around wrecking stuff."

X-115 rolled back, moments flashing before his eyes as Alex began describing what happened to Chicago. They could remember the trenches, hunkering down with their thermo rocket launcher pointing at the enemy seekers--

"Hey!" Alex snapped them back to reality. "You want it or not? My arm is getting tired."

X-115 muttered to themselves nothing in particular before transforming into a dusty red Kia Sorento and popping the hood.

"Don't take my arm off, okay? Trying to help you." Alex said in a calming voice. They got to work, bending their flexible arms to reinstall the water pump. After a few minutes, they tapped the Autobots bumper. "Okay, try that!"

Instantly, the Autotrooper could feel cool relief running through their engines. Alex had packed a couple of ice-cold water bottles to help X-115. The sigh from X-115's engines is all they needed to know it worked.

"Why is your...West Texas so hostile to life?" they eventually asked.

"Dunno. That's just how the Mojave desert is. But it's full of life...if you know where to look and--you don't destroy the cacti..." Alex mused.

"A small creature attacked me."

"Probably because you wrecked their home." Silence again consumed the two. "So uh--your Autobot buddies coming for you?"

"...I already reached out, but got no response," X-115 responded plainly.

“....Ah. .....I uh--you got a place to hunker down in until then?"

"No. But the directive when encountering organic species is to--"

"Buddy, I think you already broke directive enough. C'mon, I know a place you can hide out in for a bit." They got back on their bike, "It's just a few miles out, but you gotta stay a car for this. People around here are pretty nice but wary of newcomers. And your kind doesn't have the best reputation here." X-115 sighed and followed Alex slowly.

"So, you got a name?" Alex asked.

"My desgination is X-115, I am an Autotrooper--"

"Wait, you got a number when the others have cooler names? Wheeljack, Hound--Bumblebee. And that cool one that turns into a truck, Optimus Prime--"

"OPTIMUS PRIME IS HERE?" They asked, speeding ahead to look Alex in the eyes.

"Well, yeah--he seems cool. Bit aggressive but--"

"WHERE?!"

"Bro, I don't know! Government has been hiding them."

X-115 angrily revved their engines but could tell they weren't lying. This however gave them hope. Rest for a while, but keep contacting the Autobots. That would be the plan. "Alright--take me to this place you're talking about."

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Alex had snuck X-115 into the train yard, letting them into the abandoned containers yard. Old containers not fit for duty anymore, but no one really wanted to pay fees for them to be destroyed. No one went out there, except a few of the smokers who did not want to be caught smoking what they should not be on duty.

The Autotrooper had a lot of time to themselves. Alex came by for their lunch, filling them in on the Autobot's known adventures on planet Earth, and exactly where they were. Everything they said did not quite line up with what he knew. The Optimus Prime he knew was not nearly this aggressive, Bumblebee was shorter, and Mudflap was not an Autobot. Many of the others Alex described he could not place. They seemed to be a fan, however. That was good.

Worryingly, his sleep cycles were rougher than they had been before. The same scenes play out, but as if looking through frosted glass. In the trenches, rockets aimed, then a loud bang.

X-115s sleep was interrupted, that bang was real, not a dream. The Sorento was pulled from his hiding spot by a massive clawed servo. He screamed, before coming fact to bumper with a monster. The mashing metal plates were an abomination to Primus' perfect creations. He could barely understand the mangled mechanical mandibles slurring words before he was thrown away from the old train cars. His roof hit the ground, forcing him to transform into root mode.

Instantly, the Autotrooper ran on instinct, aiming his built-in missile launchers and firing directly at his attacker. They wailed in pain before rushing him, despite the fire and slag pouring from them. X-115 caught a glimpse of their chassis under the twisted metal, spotting a Decepticon insignia.

"You 'Cons are way uglier than I remember." he snapped, firing his rocket launcher while his missiles took time to reload. Taking cover, the Autotrooper transformed and bolted. He could not take some bot this big without causing serious damage. The whole train yard was full of flammable and explosive material, and....he'd rather not get Alex in trouble.

But out in the open, he felt more vulnerable. He drove to the tracks, sliding onto the rails to drive even faster away from his assailant, as they took to the skies. They chased X-115 down the tracks, taking and dodging missiles as they came in. "You want some, Decepticreep?!" X-115 was cut off, as the Decepticon returned fire, blowing X-115 into a ditch.

On his stomach, the Autotrooper glanced up, groaning. He could hear the other transform, and hobble over. But his vision was hazy, seeing both the stars in the sky, and the distant rocks shift between reality, and the scene playing out in his nightmares. But this time, it kept playing.

He raised his missile launcher to fire, but a Decepticon towered over him. The line had been broken, and as the enemy trooper raised his weapon, they aimed right between X-115s optics. He screamed, and the vision flashed to white. He remembered now. He woke up in the auto shop, terrified and under a tarp. He died in that battle but lived here. It made no sense, and in his hesitation, history repeated itself.

"So long...Autobot." the words echoed previously, but the bang never came. Instead, a loud horn from a massive truck sounded, before ramming into the Decepticon.

As X-115 stared, unmoving. Servos wrapped around his kibble, yanking him from the ditch, and his stupor. "MOVE, KID!" a voice he did not know shouted. It came from a bright yellow bot, but massive and wearing medical insignias. Not Bumblebee...possibly Ratchet?

His question was answered as a yellow Camero swerved around, assisting the truck in dispatching the Decepticon. X-115 glanced around, finally noticing the helicopters, and other little humans, as Alex called them, swarming the area to help capture the Decepticon...sadly alive. They also point their weapons at him, despite Ratchet shouting to let him work on triaging X-115.

"Dents, covered in dirt--" Ratchet began reporting, as he felt Optimus Primes EM field come up from behind him. "But operational," he spoke aloud as a cover, speaking privately to Optimus over an encrypted channel.

X-115 sat stunned. All of that happened so fast, and now he was sitting there, staring at his leader. Or...someone much like his leader. He thinks he heard of something like this from Perceptors ramblings while guarding the scientist. Multi-versal travel or something. "Sir?"

"I was told all Autotroopers perished before Cybertron went dark..." Optimus Prime mused, waiting for the Autotrooper's response. When none came, he continued. "It seems we have much to discuss." He gestured to the humans busy loading up his previous assailant. "These are our allies. N.E.S.T, or The Non-Biological Extraterrestrials Species Treaty."

"We did not pick the name," Ratchet grumbled, catching a quick glare from Optimus.

"Sir, I have so many questions--Why are you here?"

"Much of your questions can be answered back at base. But I must ask, what is your designation?"

"X-115, sir!" he stood at attention, saluting his commanding officer.

"You did good work leading that Decepticon into our trap. I ask that you join us for the trip back, we can converse there." Optimus Prime turned to his fellow Autobots, few in number now. "Autobots! Transform, and roll on home."

#Transformers #Macaddams #my writing #commissions #Bayverse

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nepofm · 1 year

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+𝟏 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐃 . paige yoon ( jeon somi ) is looking for a romantic connection .

romantic/ex. — paige yoon is looking for a first love, picture this plot with the sound heat waves by glass animals playing in the background. paige and your muse would’ve met during a european summer, either the year before columbia university or the year before she graduated university. she was her freest, her best self, taking the summer to travel solo and learn about the world and different cultures on her terms. then she meets this person, and it’s so intense from day one, and they spend the entire summer together … until paige eventually has to leave for real life again, leaves a note on their pillow (we can discuss what it says via plotting!), with the intention of never seeing them again. paige never really got over it. and within the age range of 21-26 that preferably looks like percy hynes white, felix mallard, dylan arnold, ben levin, alex fitzalan, josefine frida pettersen, lulu antariksa, jenna ortega, evan mock, wooyoung, brigette lundy-paine, mekki leeper, anyone in the correct age range! you do not have to contact the mun before applying under the paigeisms.

#appless rp #oc rp #subplots rp #rich kids rp #gossip girl rp #city rp #wc.

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lydias--stiles · 3 years

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my sweet romantic teenage nights

juke | high school + diner au | title: scenes from an italian restaurant // billy joel

Magenta’s Palace was an artefact from the glorious American Dream; a fluorescent gem wrapped in that 60s architecture and old-fashioned uniforms. It was also the hang-out spot of most LF Arts students, right in the heart of Los Feliz and on most kids’ path.

Luke used to roll his eyes at the place, thinking it was corny and certainly not the place a punk-rocker like him would go… until he tasted their gnarly waffles. And burgers. And milkshakes. His love for good food trumped his desire for street cred and ended up like the rest of his peers: a regular at MP.

Alex and Reggie never had qualms with it. The former was rather happy Luke got over himself and Reggie was simply pleased to spend more time with his friends. It became tradition to eat there every Friday after school. Sometimes they stayed until the early hours of the night talking, sometimes it was to fuel up before a gig.

Settling in their booth (theirs - Luke has made sure to carve the underside of the table with their names), Luke sighed contently. “Boys, this gig is gonna be fire.”

“I still don’t know how you convinced the guys at Raven’s Nest,” Alex mused, glancing around for a waitress in a candycane-coloured uniform.

Reggie nodded gravely. “Yeah, they’re scary.”

“Used my charm,” he smirked. “Dialled it up like I always do.”

The blonde snorted. “Sure.”

Luke’s face crashed. “Fine. I used our fake’s when he didn’t believe we were eighteen.”

His friends grinned, Alex snapping his fingers. “There it is.”

The chipper Nora glided towards them, slaloming between tables with her notebook. Alex’ remark didn’t bother him, crossing his arms with a shrug. “Does it matter? I got us in. They’re gonna love us. Nay! They’re gonna eat this set up!”

“You better be right - hi, Nora - cause it’s a bar for bikers. Real ass bikers,” Alex replied, shooting Nora a smile.

“Hello, boys,” she greeted, her signature red hair tied in a messy bun. Reg used to have a crush on her when they first visited, until they realised she was twenty-three and in a committed relationship with a guy from USC studying medicine. Yeah, he had no shot. Luke had to console him by buying five chocolate shakes and blasting Elvis Presley in the car.

Despite this, Reggie still had a soft spot for her, smiling kindly at the waitress. “Our usual, please.”

The notebook got tucked in her apron with a bright nod. “Coming right up!”

As Nora swiftly returned behind the glossy bartop, parlaying the order to the kitchen, the entrance opened. The bell above chimed, three girls appearing beneath it.

Oh, shit.

When Luke enrolled into LF Arts as a green fourteen year old, he had planned to only focus on music and nothing else. He’d blaze through his classes and become the best in music and then, with his obsessive nature at a peak, would launch the band into the next stratosphere. That was the plan. Music, music, music. (And food from Magenta’s.)

Fourteen year old Luke wasn’t aware girls like Julie Molina existed though. That changed on the first day. She came to the front of the class, blew everyone away with a Taylor Swift cover and shot a toothy smile when she finished - like it was nothing. Like she didn’t have the voice of the century. (Like she wouldn’t mess with Luke’s plans of becoming the best, damn it!) Though his initial reaction was envy, he quickly realised it was rather a disgruntled crush than actual dismay.

She was cute. Still cute. After every summer break, he expected her to be less pretty so that his nerves could calm down for once. Nope. Julie Molina was pretty as hell.

He has never seen her here on Friday’s. Why now? Why now when they were mentally preparing themselves for a gig that could get them their asses kicked if they didn’t perform well? Luke needed to focus! Not think about where she’d sit and what she’d talk about and what she was going to eat.

His eyes tracked as Julie, Flynn and Kayla were in busy conversation, barely aware of their surroundings. Her head rolled back in a laugh at something Flynn said, eyes shut in glee. Luke flushed red, averting his gaze to the scratched up table. His friends were snickering, Alex muttering a ‘Jesus…’ under his breath.

Luke snapped his arm. “Stop being a dick.”

“Why don’t you just ask her out?”, Reggie pondered, absentmindedly making origami with the thin napkins.

“I think he needs to talk to her first to do that,” Alex teased before Luke could respond, earning another glare.

It wasn’t like he and Julie never spoke. They were seniors, they had multiple classes together and spent many hours cooped in the same music classroom. He was even part of her group project in junior year! They’ve talked! But it never lead to anything, his lingering stares falling for her oblivious profile, her never once looking back at him.

The connection Luke always craved hasn’t been there, though he always felt like they could have that. Musical spirits were alike, right? At least his crush wasn’t as hopeless as Reggie’s on Nora.

The girls chose a booth right next to theirs, Julie in his direct line of sight. Alex was buzzing in his seat from stifled laughter, visibly trying to not turn his head and address them. The guitarist felt like dying, not even the steaming plates of burgers set in front of them enough to lift his mood.

Luke leaned forward, voice a hiss. “I can talk to her. I just… haven’t felt the need to.”

Reggie patted his shoulder sympathetically. “It’s okay, buddy. You don’t have to lie to us.”

Frustration began simmering his skin, the scowl deepening. He wasn’t lying! Maybe a little! He’s been waiting for the right time to approach her, say and do the right thing to sweep her off her feet like the fucking rockstar he was. Had he been preparing his lines since he was fourteen? Also maybe. They were being revised.

Alex often told him he shouldn’t put Julie on a pedestal. That she was just a girl. It made him wonder if he was the only one that first day of high school that felt it. That awestruck whooping in his chest from seeing her curls dance around her almond eyes and hear how each lyric was laced with a passionate smile. Even at fourteen was he aware of how special that was. Julie wasn’t just a girl. She was the coolest girl he’s ever met and he didn’t even know her that well. He couldn’t imagine actually becoming friends with her, uncovering all facets of her personality and not get overwhelmed by her Julie-ness.

Huh. His crush went deeper than he thought. Yikes.

At the end of the day, Luke could admit that he was simply a teenage boy nervous to talk to a girl. ‘Nervous’ was like a curse word to him though, that admission a secret he’d take with him to the grave.

“Eh,” Alex quipped, egging him on. “Luke’s a terrible liar. He doesn’t have to tell us for us to know it’s true.”

His hands slammed down on the table, words spouting from his lips. “Girls! Can we get your napkin dispenser?!”

Fucking fantastic, Luke.

All three perked up in surprise, Flynn twisting in her booth to curl her nose and tilt her head. “Why?”

“It’s empty,” he bluffed.

Kayla craned her neck and instantly caught Reggie’s handiwork scattered across the table. “No, it’s not.”

Julie sat next to her, blinking in confusion. “Why do you need our napkins?”

Her smooth voice directed right at him caused a thrill up his spine, a grin involuntarily tugging on his lips. “Cause Reggie needs them for his crafts.” Playing along, the bassist lifted a janky frog with a wink. “I’m very dedicated.”

She matched Luke’s smile, amused. It was the most interaction he has had with her in months, the utter euphoria of it all bursting at the seams. Propelled by her smile, he slid out the booth and into Alex’ side, throwing his arms over the seat right next to Flynn’s head. The girl remained deeply unimpressed by him, gaze flicking past his physique. Damn. If he ever wanted to get anywhere with Julie, he had to get in Flynn’s good grazes. Kayla seemed chill though.

“What’s with the frown, Felicity?”, he joked.

Kayla giggled at the mention of Flynn’s actual name, the girl in question rolling her eyes. “All I’m wondering is why you have to bother us about napkins, Lukas.”

“Flynn,” Julie shook her head with an exasperated grin, “maybe wait for your strawberry shake? I think you’re being hangry.”

Her friend loosened up, sinking back in her seat with a playful pout and mumbling a resigned ‘fine.’

Luke took that as his sign to continue. His gaze fell back on Julie, hoping he wouldn’t sound too eager. “You guys come here a lot? I haven’t seen you here on Friday’s.”

“Who’re you asking?”, Julie asked, looking between her and Kayla. Oh, man. Small talk really wasn’t his forte. He couldn’t charm himself out of this one with music jargon or fake IDs.

His smile turned stressed, flailing his hand around. “Uh, all of you.”

“Sure,” Flynn snorted.

Alex slapped a hand on his mouth at her retort, almost in pain of not laughing his ass off. The prize of ‘Worst Friends Ever’ went to Luke’s - for fuck’s sake, couldn’t the drummer at least try and help him out?!

“Just wanted to celebrate Kayla’s good mark on her new song,” Julie continued, wilfully ignoring the other’s behaviour. Slinging an arm around her friend, she shot her a bright smile. “Her bridge was amazing, right?”

All three boys nodded fervently as Kayla ducked her head bashfully, murmuring a ‘thank you’ and then relieved from all the attention when Nora walked up to them. Luke’s body didn’t twist to sit normally again, too invested in finally speaking to them, finally having that contact, that he didn’t even care if he seemed like a weirdo. Julie and him! Conversing!

“Speaking of music,” he casually uttered when Nora was off again. His signature smirk crawled on his lips. “We’re playing a gig tonight.”

This peaked Flynn’s interest. Perhaps the prospect of food made her more amicable. “Where?”

“Raven’s Nest,” Reggie proudly proclaimed.

Kayla frowned, worried. “Isn’t that the bar with all the bikes outside?”

“Thank you!”, Alex exclaimed with a sigh. “It’s insane!”

“It’s not,” Luke bit back. If Sunset Curve wanted to make it big, they had to play big! Gigs like these would get them on the stages they dreamed of. Soon, it was goodbye, Raven’s Nest and hello, The Orpheum! “Real Californians go there to hear real fucking music.”

To his surprise, Julie hummed in agreement. “My dad says it used to be where the subculture kids hung out before MP got cool.”

“Yes!” His grin was huge now, overflowing with joy. This was enough adrenaline to get him through three gigs at once! His finger pressed into the cracked leather. “Exactly! And we’re gonna slay it. You should come watch!”

The latter blurted out without wanting to, his eyes growing wide in panic as Reggie and Alex stilled in their seats and Flynn peered up at him with laser-focus. Shit. Was he telling on himself? Did she pierce through the charisma that this was just a poor attempt at flirting? God, he really should’ve prepared his speech for impulsive moments like these.

Luke still needed to endure some growing pains before he got good at flirting.

Julie chuckled, a hint of red appearing on her cheekbones. It enthralled him. Was she embarrassed or flattered? “Uh,” she bit her lip, “I don’t know if I can get in. Don’t you have to be eighteen?”

He raised his brow. “C’mon, you don’t have a fake?” At those words, Alex dropped his head on the table with a thud. Luke had enough of his own shit too. ‘Mortified’ didn’t even come close to how he felt about his blabbering mouth.

Levelling his challenged look, however, he realised he wasn’t lost quite yet. Julie’s eyes glittered with mischief. “I do, actually.”

Breath caught in his throat. Yup. Coolest fucking girl in the universe. Julie Molina had a killer voice and a fake ID and probably did a whole lot of other dope stuff he hadn’t found out yet.

“Julie,” Flynn but in. “It’s a biker bar.”

“Where our classmates are playing,” she argued. “I can always try.”

“You’ll die.”

“I think I’ll be fine. Like Luke said-” No. She could not say his name and expect him to keep his cool. His fingers gripped the conjoined couch tighter. “-everyone’s there for the music.”

A careful smile slowly grew on Kayla. “We can tell your dad you’re with us.”

Flynn gaped at her. “We-?! I- okay.” Lifting her hands in surrender, she added: “Fine, we’ll tell Ray you’re at the movies with us.”

Wait, was Julie turning down a movie night with her friends to see him play? Did that mean something? Has he been so focused on trying to find or create a ‘vibe’ that he forgot to actually look for signs of her own? Damn. Now he really couldn’t screw this set up. Sunset Curve was gonna play until their hands bled, hopefully impressing her just a little bit.

It was settled then. After both groups had eaten, Julie separated from hers and joined them on their trek to Raven’s Nest. She was mostly talking to Reggie behind Alex and Luke, animatedly recounting a story about Carlos nearly crashing his drone in her keyboard. Jitters began to tingle his skin, that building excitement right before a gig mixing with Julie’s presence. It felt like one of his dreams materialised out of thin air.

How many times has he dreamt about catching her eye in the crowd as he crooned love songs he never dared to write? Granted, those dreams were centered in a hazier setting, Raven’s Nest quite unromantic opposed to that, but he would take what he got.

(And after, they’d worm their way through the masses of people, meeting halfway, and she’d sling her arms around his neck and he’d pull her into a kiss and it’d be electric. She’d kiss like she sang. It was a recurring dream that left him in a good mood for hours.)

Without much hesitance, the bouncer let Julie in. Luke, unable to keep his giddiness at bay, squeezed her shoulder as a dazzling beam was glued to his cheeks. Julie got in! Julie was going to see him play!

Raven’s Nest was expectedly filled with bearded, burly men. It reeked of beer and strong liquor, raucous chatter spilling from ever corner. They all probably looked like babies in comparison to these dudes, but he supposed his unfaltering confidence made up for it. Luke would get his boys (and Julie) through this. The stage was already prepared for them, amps and mics set up, Alex’ drums waiting in Reggie’s van behind the establishment.

“I’ve seen you play before, you know,” Julie mumbled beside him.

His heart soared without trying, its rate going a mile a minute as his jaw fell slack. All his nerves intensified till a blush crept on his cheeks. “You- you have?”

Her curious eyes flitted from the people to him, sheepish. “Yeah. At Ecliptica. You guys were good.”

A clammy hand raked the ends of his hair. Holy fucking shit. “You sounded like you never heard us before.”

“I didn’t want to seem like a fangirl, or something.” A secretive smile formed on her lips as she leaned into his side. “You know how school is. Everyone trying to be the best, but then act super casual about it?” Her eyes sparked in the yellow lighting, too close for him to think straight. “I didn’t want it to inflate you guys’ egos.”

Luke sputtered out a disbelieving laugh. “You’re doing it right now, Julie.”

“Then you better kill it,” she teased, nodding at Alex and Reggie hauling the drums onstage from the back door. “I think that’s your cue.”

There were two things he thought of right as he ascended the stage.

One, Julie was fat better at this whole back and forth than he was.

Two, he had to direct at least one song to her from their thirty minute set. Just one. Just so that his feelings might come across. Where words ended, music bled from his soul instead.

And so, the band exploded into what they knew best: burning the fucking house down.

So we’re taking the long way home 'Cause I don’t wanna be wasting my time alone I wanna get lost and drive forever with you Talking 'bout nothing, yeah, whatever, baby So we’re taking the long way home tonight We're taking the long way home

The giggly teenagers ended back in the diner after the incredible gig, shouting from the adrenaline and jostling arms to get points across. Even Julie joined in, much to his delight, tucked between him and the wall as she had a heated debate with an excited Reggie - harmonies versus basslines. Lemonades filled in condensed glasses gave them sticky fingers, hers once pushing his chin away when he told a particularly dumb joke and leaving an imprint. Luke was on fucking cloud nine.

Taking the upper hand in the debate, Julie sang a bit of one of their songs (“Let's seize the day, let's run away, don't let the colours fade to grey!”) with all the tricks in the book, silencing Reggie just like that. Alex high fived Julie, the bassist admitting she won this time. Deeply relishing the sound of her singing voice, Luke barely caught what she was saying after.

“This time?”, she laughed. “There’s another time?”

“Why not?” Reggie wiggled his brows, unsubtle as hell when he shot Luke a wink. “Diner Friendship Memories Still To Be Made!”

Alex blinked. “What?”

Her eyes tracked past the boys, the smile turning more timid. It settled on Luke, the boy unable and unwilling to look away. He wanted this night to never end. Clasping her lemonade, she nodded firmly, as if signing Reggie’s silly Friendship Contract.

“Yeah… why not.”

Magenta’s Palace became Luke favourite place in the entire world. Every Friday, Julie joined the boys at their booth, sometimes Kayla and Flynn too. Huddled in those red leather seats with mountains of fries, they shared the first slivers of newfound friendship. Luke has always been very cautious about who he let in his circle (Sunset Curve against The World), but six people in a booth felt cosy rather than suffocating. Like it was always to be like this.

Reggie found an equally enthusiastic jazz lover in Kayla. Alex confided with Flynn that he followed her playlists on Spotify and was obsessed with her DJ skills.

Luke and Julie created their own bubble without trying to.

It was weird. Maybe Alex was right and Luke did put her on a pedestal for so long. Julie was genuinely chill and easy to talk to, probably turned off by him before cause he had been acting like a blubbering idiot. Simply being himself was, surprisingly, more than enough for her. It lit a fire inside of him. Snarky banter about music that challenged him to keep up, overt flirting from him that kept her blushing, sudden ideas about lyrics that threw either for a loop. He wouldn’t admit it at first, but she made him a better songwriter.

Who knew his best songs would be found on stained paper napkins?

One Friday night, long past midnight, the group stood outside as they bid each other a good weekend. Bathed in the pink glow of the LED lights, Luke felt it in his gut. He had to tell her. These past weeks his feelings had only grown tenfold, this incessant buzz rippling every atom of his body whenever she was close. Whenever she smiled, talked, sang. Stealing his beanie, eating his fries, sharing AirPods. Luke loved it all.

It was a lot more than a simple crush.

After Julie hugged Alex, Luke grabbed her into a tight hug. She instantly responded, wrapping her arms around his waist and burrowing herself in his red hoodie. His infatuated smile was hidden by her curls, so fucking happy he’d been impulsive enough to ask for a dispenser that day.

“Hey, Julie,” he whispered.

She looked up, eyes alight with an emotion that left his shivering. “Yeah?”

“Uh…” A smile trembled on his lips, unsure whether he wanted to drown in the pretty brown of her irises or continue talking. Now or never. “You wanna get breakfast tomorrow? With me?”

He didn’t have to live in the fear for long, a smile stretching across her cheeks as she shyly nodded. It was the first time he’d ever seen her this flustered, their hold on each other securing with quiet glee. Had he not been so mesmerised, the awestruck Luke would run a mile from the adrenaline rush.

“Yeah,” she grinned, nose scrunched. “Sounds fun.”

They found themselves in the same spot the next day, the taste of syrupy pancakes melting with his as he kissed her on the parking lot of Magenta’s Palace. Julie’s lips curled into a smile and Luke figured there was no better feeling in the world then that.

(Yeah, he could get used to this.)

Saturday’s mornings had never been sweeter.

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@blush-and-books @willexx @bluefirewrites @unsaid-emily @ourstarscollided

#juke #jatp fanfiction #julie and the phantoms #otp: i think we make each other better

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lgcmanager · 3 years

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SCHEDULE UPDATE

SCHEDULE TYPE: ONE TIME GIG RESTRICTIONS: Only open to LGC GIRLS SUMMER, TYPE ZERO and V&A members

on SEPTEMBER 7, everyone from LGC GIRLS SUMMER, TYPE ZERO, and V&A are called to a meeting with KIM HYUNCHEOL. there is another staff member standing right next to hyuncheol and he lets the woman call out each individual’s name to hand them a packet containing all of the necessary information.

“i know all of you are busy with your own projects so i’ll do my best to make this as quick as possible. first thing is that i request all of you to open the folder and look through the first few pages.” hyuncheol explains while knowing that each group had their own set of schedules.

LGC GIRLS SUMMER

while the company continues to release more content about the show, it is noted that they will have to spend additional time working on their performances since all of them will be performing the following songs during this year’s family concert.

TIKI TAKA - BAEK HANNA, KOIZUMI TSUKI, LEE YEJIN, MIN SOYOUN, MOON SOMIN

BOOGIE UP - AHN JAEHWA, LEE HANBYUL, LEE MINJI, OH EUNHYE, SON NABI

ICY - GONG HYEJOO, HAN ALLIE, KIM MIA, PONGSAK ARINYA, SEO YURA

WE RIDE - GEUM DANBI, KYO MIYEON, SEO YUMI, YAMASHITA ICHIKA, YANG AERI

on SEPTEMBER 25, all of the girls except YUMI will be at the GOCHEOK SKY DOME early in the morning for rehearsals ( individuals who are participating in the special stages will be practicing there the day before as well ). during the concert, whenever the girls are not performing on stage, they will be in one of the backstage rooms watching the performances with the rest of the lgc girls summer.

TYPE ZERO AND V&A

( important note: because type zero and v&a’s missions aren’t due until SEPTEMBER 18, everything mentioned below is mostly to give everyone a sense of the timeline and ic reference. )

type zero will finish their music performances on the week of SEPTEMBER 12-18. during this time, they are required to continue practicing their title track song, “ONE (MONSTER & INFINITY)” along with “RESONANCE”, which they will practice with v&a. both type zero and v&a are also supposed to learn, practice, and record the following song, “GENIUS”, which will be one of their special stages for the LGC FAMILY CONCERT.

as for v&a, because their debut is coming soon, they will continue to practice all of their songs especially “HIGHER” ( VERSUS ), “BLUE HOUR” ( AGITO ), “RESONANCE” ( TYPE ZERO AND V&A ) since those will be the songs that they will perform in the lgc family concert. like type zero, they will be working on “GENIUS” ( SPECIAL STAGE ) as well. after the lgc family concert, v&a will release their songs on SEPTEMBER 27 and start their music promotions.

( ooc note: since the trimester change won’t be until october, please assume that v&a will be attending music shows for the next couple of days until the upcoming trimester update! )

for the LGC FAMILY CONCERT, the order of the songs will be:

HIGHER - V&A (VERSUS)

BLUE HOUR - V&A (AGITO)

ONE (MONSTER & INFINITY) - TYPE ZERO

RESONANCE - V&A AND TYPE ZERO

GENIUS - V&A AND TYPE ZERO ( SPECIAL STAGE )

during RESONANCE, there will be an introduction before the performance ( for a general idea, please refer to this video from 0:00-2:18 ). each member from type zero and v&a will form a circle and the camera will pan towards one individual at a time, followed by a line that connects the pair together. the sequence will be based on who joined legacy the latest to the earliest. for reference, that order will be:

HARU & SUBIN

ALEX & DAEYEOL

JIHO & YUSHIN

MINJUN ( NPC ) & YEONWOO

HANEUL & NATHAN

SHINHA & ISA

AKIRA & JAESUN

JAESUN will complete the order and the group will stand still as the instrumental is played. right after that, all of the lights will dim and it’ll transition to resonance playing.

during GENIUS, there will be photos and clips of the type zero and v&a members displayed on the screen for all of the fans to see. it’ll start off with their baby photos and gradually transition to their various appearances ( eg. variety shows, vlive shows, modeling gigs, etc. ) and behind the scenes ( eg. debut preparations ). at some point in the song, there will be a segment when the screen will switch to video messages and letters that were sent by their loved ones as a surprise to them. type zero and v&a members will be encouraged to turn around to look at them while singing the rest of the song.

on SEPTEMBER 25, all of the members will be at the GOCHEOK SKY DOME early in the morning for rehearsals ( individuals who are participating in the special stages will be practicing there the day before as well ). whenever one group/unit isn’t performing, they will be in one of the backstage rooms with the rest of v&a and type zero to watch the performances.

SPECIAL STAGES

before the meeting ends, the staff member calls AHN JAEHWA, AHN JAESUN, GEUM DANBI, GONG HYEJOO, JI HANEUL, KOIZUMI TSUKI, LEE YUSHIN, MIN SOYOUN, OH EUNHYE, OKAMOTO AKIRA, SEO YURA and tells them to stay in the meantime. the rest of them leave the meeting room along with hyuncheol, who has other matters to attend to.

“with the help of the coaches, we’ve selected all of you to be a part of our special stages. in the past, we usually had vocal, dance, and rap stages to showcase our artists and exceptionally talented trainees. this time around, because v&a and type zero will be our final performances, we’ve decided to include some of the lgc girls and trainees to be a part of these collaboration stages. with the way this concert is arranged, we’ve split the three stages based on the three recurring themes — past, present, and future.” the staff member regurgitates the information that was discussed with the other higher ups.

VOCAL STAGE ( AHN JAEHWA, GONG HYEJOO, JI HANEUL ): all of them will be performing “FALL AWAY” along with KANG WOOHEE, KIM HYUNBIN, and LEE SHINHAE. the vocal stage will be the first performance and during the PAST phase.

DANCE STAGE ( KYO MIYEON, MIN SOYOUN, SEO YURA ): all of them will be dancing to “CLOSER” along with KIM JAEHYUK, PARK HAEMI, and SEO HANEUL. the dance stage will be performed during the PRESENT phase.

RAP STAGE ( AHN JAESUN, GEUM DANBI, KOIZUMI TSUKI, LEE YUSHIN, OH EUNHYE, OKAMOTO AKIRA ): all of them will be performing “ALL IN” along with the original artist, YP. the rap stage will be performed during the FUTURE phase.

because the stages are co-ed, all of them will be participating separately in their groups ( so the girls will be practicing together while the type zero and v&a members will be practicing together ). it isn’t until FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 24 and SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 25 when they will be practicing all together ( including the senior artists ).

when the woman is done explaining all of the details to them, she gives them a warning that even though this is one of the few instances when legacy has allowed co-ed performances to happen, everyone is expected to be professional and follow the usual rules.

REQUIREMENTS

unlike our typical events, the requirements for this one will be done differently to give the muns a break from doing event threads. you are not required to make the threads related to the family concert ( preparations, rehearsals, etc. ), but if you choose to do that, please use the hashtag lgc:familycon2k21 for anything related to that topic. there are two ways to fulfill the writing requirements so choose ONE.

2 THREADS with two different partners ( they must be people that you have NOT had a thread with and can be anyone who belongs in LGC GIRLS SUMMER, TYPE ZERO, or V&A ). each thread should have 6 REPLIES ( 3 per mun; minimum 8 lines ) in total.

1 THREAD with one partner ( it can be someone that you HAVE interacted with before, but they must be in LGC GIRLS SUMMER, TYPE ZERO, or V&A and the thread has to be created sometime between today and the deadline ). the thread should have 12 REPLIES ( 6 per mun; minimum 8 lines ) in total.

once you complete the writing requirements, please submit the following form ONCE on the points blog before OCTOBER 9, 2021 11:59 EST. completing the task can reward you anywhere between 5-10 SKILL POINTS IN THE SKILL CHOSEN and +4 NOTORIETY, but the number of points won’t be revealed until after the deadline.

TITLE: MUSE NAME ∙ Q3 THREADS

THREAD: # OF POSTS WRITTEN [ LINK ] ( link both threads if you did two threads )

SKILL CHOSEN: ( skill that you want the points to go to. choose only one skill! )

#lgc:event #lgc:q32021 #lgc:girlssummer #lgc:typezeromission #lgc:vnamission #lgc:familycon2k21

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littlemissaddict · 3 years

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Late Night Adventures - Luke x Reader

Summary: Late night drives, stargazing and confessions

Word count: 1.6K

Y/n didn’t know exactly what time it was when her phone lit up with a message from her best friend but she did know that it was late and she was a whisper away from sleep. Silently cursing she reached for her phone, wondering what was so important that Luke had to message so late. Hiding her face in the pillow to keep herself quiet so as not to wake her parents, she let out a noise somewhere between a groan and a cry when she read the message asking if she was awake. She loved him she really did but it was at times like these she questioned why she was friends with him and she was in half a mind to just ignore his message but she knew if she did that he was more than likely to turn up at her house anyway, which her parents would not appreciate at this late hour.

‘No’ she replied to him hoping that would be the end of the conversation and she could go back to sleep but of course knowing Luke he took that as an opportunity to carry on, asking her if she was up for an adventure. This is not the first time that this had happened and she should of guessed sooner that was why he’d messaged in the first place. Another message comes through before she has chance to reply telling her to look out her window, surely not she thinks as she makes her way over to look out but there he is, big smile on his face waving up at her. She opens the window calling out his name in a hushed whisper.

“What are you doing here?” she whisper shouts down to him still conscious about the fact that her parents are asleep.

“I told you we’re going on an adventure” he calls back, too loudly for her liking and she shushes him. “Come on y/n” he tries again, still just as loud making her sigh they only way he’s going to stop is if she goes.

“Fine, give me five minutes” she says defeatedly closing her window and watching him through the glass as he heads back to his car. She opens her closet trying to decide on something warm to throw on as she knows this isn’t going to be a quick trip, they’re more than likely going to be out all night. She reaches for a sweatshirt only realising when she pulls it on that it’s not hers, it’s Luke’s, it’s big and the sleeves are too long but she decides to keep it on because it’s warm. Now to make it down the stairs and out the door without waking her parents and she makes it with only a couple of scares when the floorboards creaked too loudly.

“That was way longer than five minutes” Luke points out when she climbs into the passenger seat.

“Well we wouldn’t have been going on an adventure if I’d have woken my parents now would we” she retorts raising her eyebrows at him.

“I guess n-” he starts to say but then stops, he’s giving her a weird look and she’s about to ask why but he speaks again before she has the chance. “Is-is that my sweatshirt” he asks tugging at the sleeves that were pulled down over her hands.

“Maybe” she teases “so where are we headed” she questions moving the conversation on, not wanting him to ask her where she got it because she doesn’t know herself. It takes him a moment to register what she said as he’s still caught up in the fact that she’s wearing his sweatshirt but when he does he raises a finger to his lips smiling.

He starts the engine then and their on there way to god knows where, the radio playing softly in the background as she leans back in her seat watching out of the window trying to work out where they could be going. Luke doesn’t say much as he drives, just hums along to the songs on the radio, not giving anything away and y/n finds herself drifting off to sleep after a while.

She’s woken by Luke and she looks around to find they’ve stopped in a clearing of trees that she vaguely remembers camping in last summer with him and his bandmates. She smiles at the memory of them all sat around a mini campfire, Luke with his acoustic guitar, Alex tapping out a beat on his legs as they laughed and joked until the early hours only going to sleep as the sun began to rise.

“What’re we doing here?” she asks sitting up properly in the seat.

“Stargazing” he said simply as if it was the most obvious thing in the world as he reached into the backseat pulling out a couple of blankets before getting out of the car.

This is ridiculous she thinks but follows him out of the car anyway, watching as he arranges the blankets on the ground and lays down. “You coming” he asks turning his head to face her, watching as she lays down next to him. Once she’s comfortable, or as comfortable as she is going to get laying on the ground, she lets her eyes wander skywards thinking about how Luke has certainly picked a good night for stargazing as the sky is clear and the stars are bright. They don’t talk much at first as they lie there but it’s calming almost listening to the rustling of the leaves in the trees that surround them, the feeling of the breeze as it brushes against her skin leaving goosebumps in its wake. She wraps her arms tight around herself as she allows herself to feel the peacefulness of the moment before she speaks.

“So what’s brought this on?” she asks not wanting to break the silence that they have allowed themselves to fall into. She’s known Luke a long time, since they were kids, and she can always tell when something is bothering him without him having to say anything and she’s come to notice that these late night adventures always happen when he’s stressed or upset.

“It’s the same as always” he says after awhile his voice quiet “just another argument about the band” he sighs and she reaches for his hand giving it a reassuring squeeze, she knows Emily doesn’t approve of Luke pursuing a career in music and it gets to him sometimes. He always puts up this happy carefree façade, that he says he doesn’t care what his mom thinks, this is what he wants and this is what he’ll do but sometimes its just too much for him to keep up. Tonight is one of those nights.

“I don’t know, what if she’s right? What if I am wasting my time?” he mumbles and her heart breaks hearing her best friend sound so broken. She rolls so she is on her side facing him and reaches over, with the hand that is not holding his, turning his head gently so that they’re face to face before she speaks.

“I don’t think you’re wasting your time, you and the boys have so much talent and passion for music and it shows when you play. You just have this energy when you’re up there on the stage that allows you to connect with everybody and if it makes you happy then doesn’t that make it worth doing?” she says a small smile on her face as they lock eyes and she tries to convey to him just how much she means what she says. She watches as the doubtful look falls off his face replaced by the biggest smile that he’s probably ever given her.

“How did I get so lucky to have you in my life” he muses reaching over to brush hair out of her face that she hadn’t even realised was there because she was too distracted by the look he was giving her, his eyes filled with so much love. His hand stayed by her face when he was done just cupping her cheek, his thumb moving gently back and forth over her soft skin as she whispered his name. Before she knew it he was pulling her forward towards him as he leaned up to meet her, capturing her lips with his own and her eyes fluttered shut as their lips met.

“Wow” she whispered breathlessly as they pulled apart, eyes locked on each others again “That was..” she started but unable to find the words to finish she stopped.

“Yeah” he agreed with a chuckle “if I’d have know that’s what it was going to feel like I wouldn’t have waited so long” he admitted and her eyes widened at his confession.

“Wait what do you mean you ‘wouldn’t have waited so long’. How long have you wanted to kiss me?” she questions as he chuckles nervously, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“I-I’m not sure exactly but I realised a while ago that I like you y/n, like more than a friend and I don’t know how you feel but I wanna try this, try us and maybe see where it leads” he says quietly almost as if he’s afraid of her answer, afraid that she’ll reject him. Instead she smiles, reaching for him pulling him towards her and into another kiss which takes him by surprise but he melts into it when he realises that she hasn’t rejected him. “So is that a yes?” he asks as when they break apart again.

“Yes, was the kiss not a good enough answer” she laughs

“No it was I just wanted to hear you say it” he smiles pulling her close as they lay back down, this time though she’s pressed against his side, head on his chest and that’s how they spend the rest of the night.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #jatp luke #luke patterson #luke x reader #julie and the himbos

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alessandrodinatalearchive · 3 years

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BASICS.

full name: Alessandro Michele Di Natale nickname(s): Aless (pronounced ‘Alex’) d.o.b. / age: February 29, 1992 / 29 zodiac: Pisces ( ☼ ), Scorpio ( ☽ ), Leo ( ↗ ) gender: Cis male pronouns: He / Him nationality: Italian sexuality: Heterosexual (Tragically) relationship status: Single hometown: Cantania, Sicily, Italy occupation: Tattoo Artist and Freelance Photographer children: None pets: Stella (Ragdoll Cat)

NEED TO KNOW.

Aless has been living in and out of the states since he was about 14 years old. His family migrated to the states due to a lucrative job opportunity that his father took on. Taking that chance ended up being a life changing decision that offered Aless, his siblings, and the rest of the family stability and comfort.

Adjusting to life in Massachusetts wasn’t too difficult as it was easy for Aless to make friends. He didn’t consider himself overtly popular but he did co-mingle in different groups and hobbies where he managed to dazzle anyone he met.

During this time he was never pressured into any particular life path, his parents usually encouraged him to ride against the grain and choose what gave him peace and joy. He was known for doodling on napkins in the school cafeteria, eventually he graduated to canvas settings, and soon carried around sketchbooks, studying random features and objects.

Following the path to art he ended up applying to MCAD with a full scholarship and spent his summers back in random parts of Europe to strike up his muse and inspiration. He knew he wasn’t conventional enough to want to be in gallery work and the history portion of art usually bored him to tears. He wanted to create on a whim every chance he got.

One day while he was travelling abroad, an acquaintance had asked if he would stick and poke a design onto their skin. Having never done that method before, he somehow agreed and actually ended up not being bad at it. One conversation led to another and he found himself diving into the tattoo world. He specializes in traditional, black and gray, and realism.

Because of his wanderlust, Aless finds himself travelling both for business and for leisure. When he’s not in Salem he likes to travel back to Italy for his family as well as taking excursions to other cities to experience whatever he can. This includes Paris.

While in Paris, he did the one thing he’d never subjected himself to before, he found himself entering a whirlwind affair with a woman who had him from the first hello that left her lips. She was timeless to him, a mystery that he found he wanted to crack with a cheshire grin. He’d been so enamored with her that he was willing to risk almost everything for her, but as life would have it, she would serve to be an awful taste of his own medicine.

It’s been about three years since the relationship ended. He hasn’t set a single step back into Paris (or Maine) since and there are certain parts of the state he can’t bear to go into as a result as well. Reclaiming Salem was a journey for Aless, but every day that he immerses himself into new conversation both to engage in the usual way he does to get past things that tear him apart internally, he won’t admit it openly but he knows he’s entered some form of purgatory living day in and day out the same day down to a science. Wake up, grab a coffee, work, draw, flirt, wine and dine, disappear, cleanse, repeat.

TL;DR Aless is a chill dude who holds guilt over an incident that happened when he was growing up. He has dual citizenship, adores art and finding inspiration, had his heartbroken, and now cannot commit. He has no problem with flirting and going on dates casually but anything serious is off the table...for now.

ETC.

I’ll be brewing up wanted connections in the next couple of days, he definitely has an extensive family, is always down for new clients, friends, hook ups, the whole nine yards, but please feel free to throw any ideas and plots at me and my boy! I’m available here on Tumblr IM or on discord @ nurse bitchcraft#6666

#srphqintro #about aless

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hcrans-archived · 3 years

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Hi angels, part 2!

You all are probably tired of seeing my OOC posts with changes but I promise this should be the last and final one I do. For almost a year I was happy enough to play my baby Alex and I adored every step of getting to play him, especially since he was loved even for being an underused FC. Sadly, I’m sorry to say that I’m going to be dropping him but mostly due to his content and resources for being so low. It’s again, one of those strange transitions because I’ve had him for so long now but I could never give up on the connections and stories I created through Alex so – I will be transferring (most) of Alex’s history over to Niall. I’ve been going back and forth on this decision for awhile now I feel like not only will that help with the resources but it will also help keep my muses to a minimum. Chloe ( @pxghflo ) can never get rid of me that easily and was gracious enough bear with me as I made the decision to transfer the history! So! History updates for you:

Niall and Florence Pugh met back in the end of 2019 through mutual friends but also because Florence was a fan of One Direction back in the day. After hitting it off and remaining friends for a few months, feelings developed but none were acted on until mid 2020. They began dating in the summer of 2020 and are currently still together, living between LA and London. Unlike Alex and Florence, they are NOT engaged at this time but are still in a serious relationship. Also to note that the March car crash will be carried over as well and instead of Alex in the car it was Luke ( @lukerob ) and Niall. By now, Niall is fully healed of all injuries but incase it’s brought up ever then the history is cleared. Like Maisie, if there are any connections that were had between Alex and your FCs that wish to be shifted to Niall then by all means let me know or if we began to plot for Niall and your FC and wish to keep his connection somehow, I’m willing to work something out for his timelines. I’m more than happy to keep it or shift it around 😊

I said it before but thank you all so much for the love that Alex got to have here. It means a lot to me as his mun and I will always cherish you guys for being the best group to love on underused FCs. I will miss playing him but -- onto bigger things and I’m excited for it. 🤍

#( out of nialler. )#tw: car accident mention

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shelbysdevil · 2 years

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Rules

Rp is a hobby and this is just one of four rp blogs I write on, so please be patient if my replies won’t be fast (I’ll let my followers know whenever I’m on hiatus and when I’ll come back, just be aware that during the summer months June - August it’s most likely that I’ll take a time off but I’ll always come back)

I prefer multi para / literate (but sometimes I’m in for shorter paragraphs as well if we know each other)

I prefer to plot before we start writing, so if we follow each other consider it as an invitation to plot with me, a connection to the mun is important to me

NSFW themes are frequent on this blog including violence, gore, mental struggles (depression, addiction, suicide, drug abuse etc) and smut (I WONT write rape, incest or underage and consider these as triggers), that’s why this blog is only for +21 and you should stay away if anything of that triggers you. Mun is over 30 and will not smut with minors.

I am VERY selective since this is a side blog and most memes are ONLY for mutuals, so if I don’t follow you back don’t take it personally, I might just not consider our muses as compatible. I won’t ship with animated characters (comic, anime, videogames etc) and refuse certain FCs (e.g. Angelina Jolie, Amber Heard, Katie Holmes, Alanna Masterson, Megan Fox, Jennifer Lawrence, Elizabeth Moss… I’ll tell you if it refers to your chosen face) and singers.

Rp memes are for mutuals only. Munday and headcanon memes are open for everyone.

I won’t follow personal blogs and probably will block you if you’re not an rp blog I wanna interact with

This is a hate free space

Multi-ship friendly

No godmodding / meta

If you don’t have an obvious RP blog with at least rules and a character list / bio I can look into, I’ll very likely not roleplay with you

I WONT ROLEPLAY ON DISCORD so don’t ask me for that (discord is just for mutuals and ooc talk)

Again: RP is not RL. Please stay respectful or you will be blocked

I have three other rp accounts on here:

#;rules

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xmxisxforxmaybe · 4 years

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Summertime prompts list: 27 or 28 with rami? Please and thank youuu😘

I tried to do both��hope it turned out okay! “Late night talks around a bonfire—confessions (27) —serious musings (28).”

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The sun was just setting and for a moment, you looked out at the ocean and let yourself get lost in her expanse, the sound of her surf, and the way the hues of the sky were melding with the hues of her water to become one palette of midnight-blues.

“Earth to Y/N!” your friend said, tugging on your ponytail.

“What? Sorry—I was just thinking.”

“Surprise, surprise. I wanted to know if you were ready for Moscato?”

“Ooo yes! I wanna see if the bottle I bought is any good.”

“The apple?”

“Yeah—how’d you—”

Your friend cut you off by handing you a wine tumbler as they took another sip from their own.

“It’s really good,” they confirmed as you took a drink, relishing in the sweet burst of the wine on your tongue and smiling as a strong flavor of crisp, green apples lingered once you swallowed.

“That’s gonna be dangerous.”

Smiling, you spread out the red and black checkered blanket you brought, ignoring the crumbs of sand that inevitably crept their way over the freshly laid fabric, and plopped down, wiggling your bum to encourage the sand beneath to provide you a more comfortable seat.

You watched as a few of your friends lit the bonfire and before you knew it, the sun had been replaced by the moon, nothing but the big fire’s glow and a few tiki torches left to light up the night.

Buzzed from the wine, the laughter, or maybe just from the ocean herself as she continued to crash on the shore, your eyes widened when a sudden whoop of cheers erupted. Immediately, your eyes met Rami’s. Swallowing thickly, you refilled your tumbler and retreated back to your blanket, wondering what the hell he was doing here.

As Rami made his round of hellos, someone turned on their speaker and music filled the night, loud enough to issue a challenge to the crackling bonfire and to the ocean.

“Come on! Come dance,” your friend pleaded, and you waved them off.

“I need way more booze in my system before I dance.”

Your friend laughed and gave you the middle finger as they headed into the small crowd that had begun dancing on the opposite side of the bonfire.

“Anyone sitting with you?” a deep, familiar voice sounded and you took your time traveling up the owner of that voice’s body before you met his gaze.

Rami looked like . . . Rami.

He was dressed in a pair of slim-fit, green shorts that stopped about two inches above his knee, and a blue or grey lightweight button down, loosely buttoned to show a portion of his chest, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up at his elbows. He was wearing a pair of worn canvas flip-flops, and when you shook your head “no” and he sat down, the smell of his cologne washed over you like a baptism.

“How are you?” he asked.

“Same old,” you shrugged. “I think the more interesting question in this situation is how are you?”

Rami smiled softly, his pretty eyes finally turning away from you and toward the fire.

“Tired.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he affirmed, giving you time to take a sip of wine.

“Ready for a drink?”

“I did a little pre-gaming,” he confessed as he shifted just a bit closer to you so he could reach into his back pocket and retrieve a small, silver flask.

“And you drove out here?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.

Rami laughed as he answered, “Still giving me shit, Y/N? I missed that.”

Rami’s eyes connected with yours and everything you’d ever felt for him came rushing back—the good, the bad, and the neverwas. Those feelings sloshed around in your gut like the sweet, summer wine you had been drinking, and when you finally broke free from his gaze, you took a shaky breath as you realized you felt like you were on fire, your skin set to melt at any second.

“Rami fuckin’ Malek! How are you? And where the fuck’s Sami?”

As Rami reached out to clasp his old friend’s hand, you shot off the blanket and escaped what you thought was the heat of the bonfire. As you brushed the remnants of some sand off the backs of your thighs, you walked down the beach until you were out of the light and immersed in shadow.

The Rami sitting around tonight’s bonfire no longer led the same life as the Rami from a few years ago who had shown up on your doorstep, grinning like a madman to tell you he landed the lead of a TV show. This Rami—this Rami was an international movie star.

He wasn’t the same man . . . was he?

As you made your way back to the bonfire, you shook off your thoughts and were nearly free of Rami’s intrusion until he was suddenly there, right in front of you, holding out your cup.

“You left this—thought you might want it.”

“Thanks, Ram,” you said, reaching for the tumbler and as you took it from Rami’s grip, his fingers brushed yours and when that old surge of electricity shivered through your skin, you knew you were fucked.

“Wanna, uh, toast with me?” he asked, his eyes flicking up from the way they had been watching your lips move when you thanked him.

Shaking your head and unable to hide your smile, you said, “Sure—but you better have something good to say.”

“Still giving me shit.”

You laughed and kicked some sand over his toes. “Shut up and toast already.”

Rami took a deep, dramatic breath and said, “To the possibility of tomorrow. Or tonight. To the possibility of possibility.”

You giggled and raised your glass, and he clicked his own tumbler that someone must have handed off to him with yours.

“That was a terrible toast.”

Rami swallowed his wine and grinned closing the distance between the two of you and wrapping you up in a strong hug.

Your brain short-circuited for a moment as you were assaulted by memories of friendship, and your sometimes more than friendship, the memories crashing like the dimmed din of the ocean until you just let yourself go, let yourself get swept out to the sea that had always been Rami. Rami fucking Malek.

“I missed your smartass mouth,” he said as he kissed your jaw near your ear and released you from his grip.

“I missed how expensive you smell.”

“You used to tell me that when I was buyin’ shit that was like 30 bucks a bottle.”

“It’s just the magic of you, I guess,” you grinned as you reached up and tweaked his chin.

“I’m not magic—I’m not even sure what the fuck I am anymore,” Rami said through a smile, his eyes containing more seriousness than you were prepared for.

“Oh, now that’s deep,” you said, your brows furrowing with slight concern, but your voice still holding a teasing lilt. “Don’t go all tortured artist on me now. Surely you didn’t come out tonight to muse about your life?”

Rami was quiet for a moment, taking a sip from his cup before he said, “I came out to see you.”

You groaned and closed your eyes for a second before replying, “Scratch that, Alex. I’ll take Tortured Artist for 300.”

Rami laughed quietly, “I meant it when I said—”

“Rami?! Dude! Thought you were Sam! How the fuck they hangin, man?”

Saved again, you returned to the comfort of your blanket, but pulled it away from the fire and out of the light of one of the tiki torches. You flopped down onto your back, your heels dug comfortably into the sand as you enjoyed the cool breeze that wafted up from the ocean instead of the intense heat of the bonfire.

“Rami’s here!” your best friend announced as she landed next to you, flecks of sand pinging against your arm.

“I know.”

“You talked to him?”

“He talked to me.”

“He talked to you?”

You chuckled. “Yes, sweet drunk. He talked to me. Said he missed me.”

Your best friend launched herself half on top of you, her eyes looking ginormous as they peered into yours, the wine from her breath wafting over your face as she faux whispered, “Oh my fucking GOD.”

You reached up, laughing, and squished her cheeks as you said, “I KNOW!”

“Tell him. Tell him how you feeooph—"

“Finish that sentence and I’m garnishing my wine glass with your lips.”

She licked your fingers and you released her as she countered, “S’not a glass. It’s plastic.

You looked at each other and laughed, her rolling away to lay on her back next to you again for all of 30 seconds before another song came on that she liked.

In a stumbling flash, she was up and gone and your field of vision was once again unimpaired as you looked up at the night sky.

“Tryin’ to hide from me?” Rami asked as he sat down.

“You found me, so I’m not doing a very good job.”

Without looking, you could tell that Rami’s face fell by his tone when he said, “I’m sorry. I have no right to impose myself on you.”

Before he could get up, you reached out and grabbed his wrist.

“Don’t go.”

“You sure?”

You looked over at him and gave him a sweet smile.

“I’m sure. Besides, one of our pals is sure to interrupt us.”

Rami snorted, “Yeah. Lookin’ for Sami.”

“By the way, where is he?”

“Not you too,” Rami groaned as he laid on his back, mimicking your position with his knees bent and heels dug into the sand.

“Fine. Don’t answer. Shall we just dive right into your existential crisis?”

“I hate you,” Rami deadpanned.

“You brought it up by saying what the fuck even is my life earlier . . .”

“Sami is out with his new girlfriend. Didn’t bring her because she doesn’t like the beach.”

You sat up on your elbows and looked over at Rami. His eyes were closed, his wine cup nestled into the sand near his hand.

“She doesn’t like . . . the beach? That’ll last,” you finished with a snort.

He chuckled. “Haven’t met her yet, but I’m not feelin’ her. I think he’s still hung up on Annalise.”

“Who is here tonight, loving the beach . . . and that Pauly-D lookin’ guy she brought.”

“I texted him that as soon as I got here.”

“Snitch.”

Rami opened his eyes and twisted his head to look up at you.

“What? You’ve always been a snitch. And the two of you have always had the worst taste in women.”

Now Rami sat straight up and turned to face you, his face now hidden in shadow thanks to your distance from the fire. However, people seemed to have forgotten about you, so it didn’t look like you were going to be interrupted again.

“Like you’ve had better luck.”

“Keepin’ tabs on me?”

Rami shifted and you were able to see his face again, his eyes lit up with his desire to tease you.

“And if I am?”

“I’d really love to know why.”

Rami bit his lower lip, sucking it into his mouth before releasing it.

“I’d rather show you why.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach as you looked over at him, the night suddenly too hot again despite your distance from the bonfire.

His eyes held yours, more effective than any venom that could cause paralysis.

Your tongue wet your lips, seemingly of its own accord, and that was all the invitation Rami needed before he leaned over and kissed you, his warm hand sliding around the back of your head.

His lips were a little chapped, but when your tongue met the warm, wet, softness of his, desire replaced every conflicting emotion that had run amok in your mind that evening.

You pulled Rami closer as you laid flat on your back and he shifted, his body half covering yours as he explored your mouth.

When the kiss ended, you knew things would never be the same between you again. This was it—this was the moment when your relationship chose a side. No more straddling. No more giving, then taking back.

“Rami. I—”

“Shh. Just listen,” he interrupted, leaning up on his arm so he could look down at you. “No matter what happens to me, my first instinct is to talk to you. I just wanna hear your voice. I find myself living with you in my mind as this eternal figure of response. I always wonder what you would think about something. And I think that’s what’s happened in my past relationships—no matter who I’m with, the only voice I wanna hear is yours.”

You searched his face and were overwhelmed by the vulnerability you found written on it after his confession. For this single moment, you held the power to accept him or to reject him.

“Thank god you’ve finally pulled your head out of your ass to realize that what’s best for you has been right in front of your stupidcute nose this entire time.”

“In front of my stupidcute nose, huh?” Rami said, his face transformed by your acceptance.

“Yeah. I said it.”

“Wanna get out of here? Go someplace and talk?”

“I do,” you answered. “But first I really wanna make out with you.”

Rami laughed, a deep rumbling that sounded low in his throat and chest.

“Whatever you want, Y/N. I’m gonna do my fucking best to make sure you have it.”

Grinning, you pulled him into a kiss.

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