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writerofshit · 4 years

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Secret Santa:X

(This is half headcanon, half fic, all fun times and emotions)

(Shoutout to the Penthouse discord server for help on some of the gifts, would have been lost without you)

The last Christmas they have in the penthouse, Ryan brings up Secret Santa again. It’s partly a joke, partly a nod to the nostalgia that’s been eating at all of them the last few months. He brings it up when they’re all gathered in the living room, watching Gavin try and prove his stealth abilities in Hitman.

(“Just because you can be stealthy in a video game doesn’t mean I’m letting you come with me.” Jack had said at the beginning of it all.

“If I get silent assassin you have to take me!”

“This is your fourth run through!”)

Anyhow, Ryan brings it up, all nonchalant. “Remember that year we did Secret Santa?”

“No?” Jeremy says honestly.

“Before your time.” Michael says with a smile, patting him on the head.

“It was fun. We should do it again.”

(”Goddamnit!” On screen, Gavin dies again.)

The next day they have a meeting of all the ‘movers and shakers’, as Geoff has taken to calling them. He announces that Secret Santa is yet again a thing, and no, Matt, you can’t get out of it. There’s no budget, because they all have access to more money than they know what to do with.

They throw eleven names in a hat and go from there. Geoff calls first pick because he’s an asshole like that, and his choice picks next, so on and so forth.

“Just get your shit done by Christmas, and we’ll do it then.”

Geoff pulls Gavin, and only panics a little.

The kid has everything he could ever want, what’s he really supposed to do? He considers what he might need, ends up crossing ‘bulletproof vest and a helmet’ off the list because it feels a little impersonal. He could do liquor of some sort, but he suspects there will be enough of that floating around on Christmas day.

He considers a camera, knows Gavin is into that kind of shit, but he’s lost a lot of knowledge in that department over the years. The only person who knows enough is Gavin himself, and that kind of defeats the point.

He ends up going for a new pair of gold shades, because the old ones are pretty worn out after six-plus years, and he’s almost positive Gavin has lost them. (Probably in Ryan’s room, but that’s neither here nor there) He gets a pair that have diamonds along the arms, and even though they’re ridiculously expensive he thinks it’s worth it.

Gavin adores them, has them on within 30 seconds of unwrapping them. He pokes himself in the eye, and that feels like a bonus to Geoff.

Gavin pulls Trevor, and while he plays it off at first “Oh, this will be easy, I got this person for sure!” he absolutely has no idea what to do.

There’s a weird bit of time where he tries to get to know Trevor better. He learns absolutely nothing new, despite following the guy for almost a week.

There’s a night he lays in bed with Ryan, bitching about this whole thing. “What the hell do I do? This was terrible for me last time, why would you suggest this?”

He ends up calling Barbara from the Roosters to try and figure out something, who promptly makes fun of him for not knowing anything about the guy he’s worked with for years. She does give one bit of new information, so he goes with it.

He gives Trevor tickets to the next Motocross event, because it’s apparently something he’s into. He throws in a NASA t-shirt as a joke, a nod to the world Trevor left behind.

Both items go over well, Trevor immediately pulling the shirt on over what he’s already wearing. He won’t shut up about Motocross for the rest of the day, either.

Trevor pulls Ryan, which he’s immediately terrified of.

He knows Ryan well enough to know that there won’t be any serious repercussions if he fucks it up, he won’t get gutted over a poor gift choice. But he also knows he’ll get that weird stare Ryan does when he’s pretending to consider whether or not to hurt someone. Plus he won’t live it down from the rest of the crew.

At first he goes to Gavin for help, because apparently nobody is taking the ‘secret’ part seriously. Gavin absolutely refuses to help him, mostly for the laughs. He knows Gavin’s getting a kick out of watching him squirm over this, which is so unfair. Then he asks Jack for help, who just shrugs.

“You’re a smart guy, Trevor, you’ll figure something out.”

He does, sort of. He gives Ryan a 24 pack of diet coke (because what else?) and an actually beautiful rainbow knife. It seems pretty heavy duty, and he knows its right up his alley. He also throws in some earplugs as a joke.

“So you can tune out Gav’s idiocy whenever you need.”

“Come on, Trevor. I’ve had years of practice at that. The knife is gorgeous though.”

Ryan pulls Alfredo, and he’s not too worried about it.

Alfredo’s their go-to sniper these days, and a new sniper rifle seems pretty obvious. Maybe a gift card to Ammunation or something? It does feel a little lackluster, even to him, so he brings it up to Gavin one night, while Gav is still debating t-shirts from Amazon.

“That’s a bit boring, isn’t it?”

“You’re buying a NASA shirt for an ex-aerospace engineer. I’m gonna need you to rethink your stance on this one.”

“Nah. You gotta do something better for Fredo, he deserves it.”

Which. alright, then what the fuck is he supposed to do? He gets his answer the next week when he sees Alfredo on a motorcycle for the first time.

“I’m going to teach you how to actually ride that thing.” Which is good, a chance to catch up and hang out. Bad, because Ryan’s method of teaching is ‘learn by doing’ and does in fact result in shouting.

Ryan still gives him the sniper rifle, which he is far more excited about.

Alfredo pulls Fiona, and it’s the first time he marginally regrets joining the crew.

He’s got no fucking idea what she’d like, what gift she’d appreciate and not hit him over. He tries to be casual about asking around, hoping someone might have better insight. The rest of the crew catches on immediately, and they flood him with false information.

“She loves chocolate. Favorite Halloween candy, in fact!” Michael tells him, but the grin he has says otherwise.

“She mentioned something about wanting to learn a new language.” Jack says seriously.

“Get her an English to French dictionary, she’ll love it.” Gavin tacks on.

“French, yep. She definitely wants to learn that one.”

Lindsay is the only one who actually helps him. “She’s been known to enjoy a drink or two.”

By sheer luck he happens to walk into one of the thousand arguments Fiona has with Michael over the whole ‘Halloween candy’ debacle, and he knows immediately that's a bad route to go down.

He ends up making a gift basket full of liquor mini’s and various candies. He makes sure not to include any chocolates, and throws some extra blowpops in, just to be safe.

Thankfully, she does appreciate the thought he put in, and she says she’ll only share with Alfredo since everyone else is an asshole.

Fiona pulls Lindsay, and it’s not hard to figure out what she’ll like.

She considers something chaotic, the two of them wreaking havoc on the city together. It makes sense. She also thinks about organizing a ‘girls day’, getting all the ladies of the crew together to go out and fuck some shit up. There’s a lot of logistics involved in that one, including convincing some of them to be out in the field like that.

It crosses her mind to bring Lindsay to a shelter to play with cats, because if there’s one thing Lindsay likes more than chaos, it’s cats. That’s also a bit of a logistical nightmare, not to mention the strength it would take to pry her away.

In the end she goes with cat merch. It’s a basket full of goodies, including a mug with a cat holding a bi-pride flag, a dress with various cartoon cats on it, and a cat necklace that has her birthstone as the body.

It’s beautiful, and Lindsay just about cries. She too, immediately changes into her new clothing, and she drinks everything out of the mug for at least a month.

Lindsay pulls Matt, and at first she panics.

She knows him fairly well, but like... He’s a real weirdo, what’s she supposed to do with that? She wonders what games he could use, if there’s anything he hasn’t bought himself.

Her confusion lasts until she mentions it to Michael. (Only after he let it slip who he’d picked.)

“Are you fucking kidding me? Matt’s the easiest goddamn one!”

“Bullshit! Name one thing you know about M.att B.ragg!”

“He eats like shit! Give him a box of donuts and he’ll lose his fuckin mind.”

Her response of “Oh my god.” is barely heard.

She spends a week trying out different recipes, much to Ryan’s delight. He’s happy to play taste-tester while she finds the perfect flavor combination.

She winds up going with a double chocolate espresso concoction. Matt is, of course, super stoked about his cupcakes, and damn near has to fight Ryan off to protect them.

Matt pulls Jeremy, which is pretty much a slam dunk.

Whiskey is the obvious choice, one he’ll absolutely go with, thank you very much. Who said taking the easy way out never got you anywhere?

And it would have, if it weren’t for Geoff.

There’s a debate that happens about a week before Christmas, something about the necessity of going to the liquor store. Michael and Jeremy are firmly pro-trip, and Geoff just wants them to “stay home and do some goddamn work. Besides, it’s not like half of you guys aren’t buying each other liquor anyway. In a week I’m sure we’ll be fully stocked.”

Which, alright. Fuck Matt then, huh? He’d genuinely thought it was a good idea, a mix of thoughtful and practical.

He decides to pair the whiskey with- well, it’s kind of a joke gift, but at least he won’t be accused of only buying liquor.

He commissions a customized cowboy hat. Half purple half orange, split right down the middle. There’s a neon yellow buckle on it, and it’s the ugliest thing Matt has ever seen in his life.

Jeremy loves it though, thinks it’s goddamn perfect. He wears it for the rest of the day, and for the next heist.

(Michael is less enthused.)

Jeremy pulls Michael, and that-

That’s harder than it should be.

He and Michael have been doing this... Whatever the fuck it is for over six months now, and they haven’t goddamn talked about. Not really. They’ve had moments,sure, here and there when they’re both drunk and thinking far too much about it. Reminding each other that they’re happy, that this is a good time, wouldn’t change it for the world-

But there’s still nights they sleep alone and they don’t talk about why. They still don’t really mention it to anyone else, even if they all know. Jeremy still doesn’t know how to answer when someone asks what the deal is with him and Michael.

So it’s hard, right, to come up with a relationship- appropriate gift. Too jokey and he’ll feel bad. Too serious isn’t their style at all. Plus like… how’s he supposed to do that in front of everybody? Just because they know there’s something there doesn’t mean they need to put on a show.

He settles on the obvious, nice bottle of tequila and a couple of shot glasses. It’s not exactly personal, but it’s good enough to show the room.

Later, in a quiet moment they can steal away, Jeremy offers to take him out the next night.

“We’ll do the bar thing, just you and me. My treat.”

“Oh yeah? You’re buying my drinks all night?” Michael asks him with a sly grin.

“I uh- I’ll get your drinks for as long as you’ll have me.” and it doesn’t come out exactly right, but they both know what he means by it.

Earns him a smile and a sweet kiss, and that alone is worth it.

Michael pulls Jack, and he runs through a few options.

He considers buying her furniture, because he knows she'll need it when they all finally do move out. But Jack has a good head on her shoulders and probably already has that shit on lock.

He looks into custom shelving, for all the knick knacks she's collected over the years. He could get it designed in colors she'd like and shell out extra for lighting and all that shit. But she doesn't have a new place yet, as far as he knows, so that's kind of a bust.

He could give her what amounts to a gift certificate, an offer to pay for whatever she wants made, but that seems kind of… Empty?

There's the age old alcohol gift, but that's been done before, and is probably being done by almost everyone else.

He mentions to Lindsay how weirdly difficult it is to buy something for Jack, get’s zero advice but somehow helps her figure out the whole Matt mystery.

In the end he decides to help her out and piss her off, a little bit of a win-win kinda thing. He buys her a couple of new shirts, bold and flowery and almost as bad as Jeremy’s Rimmy Tim shtick. He hates them but he knows she loves them, so it’s worth it.

He tells her it’s because her old shirts gotta be falling out of fashion, an opinion she is not happy about.

But it’s fine, because he also gets her tickets to fucking Disney World, of all places. He even offers to go with her, which she absolutely takes him up on.

It’s more fun than he expects, and it’s a really good chance to actually spend some time with her. He hadn’t realized it had been so long.

Jack pulls Geoff, which.

It’s no secret that Geoff is a sentimental bastard when it comes to the crew. It’s exactly why he’d spent months talking to her about the possibility of selling the penthouse, trying to figure out exactly how everyone would react, trying to figure out how he would react to not having them all so close anymore. She spent countless nights listening to him wonder what it meant that he wanted his own space.

Objectively, he was probably a bad person but his love and fierce loyalty to the crew made up for that, in some ways, right? So how can he kick them out, how can he do this to them, he’s being selfish-

And she had just explained to him that he had to do what was right for him. That it was understandable. That he was right, they could all use the opportunity to be a little more independent. She was looking forward to having her own space, and in time the rest of them would too.

So when she pulls Geoff’s name, she knows she’s gotta lean into that a bit. She could get him some books, some puzzles maybe. He’d mentioned off-hand that he missed having the space for them, because the kitchen table was always covered in some sort of crew shenanigans.

She does get him those, because she knows they’ll get some use.

But the big thing is the collage.

She’s had pictures of the crew on her phone for years, dating all the way back to her and Geoff in a shitty apartment. She’s got some of Ray, curled up on the couch with a DS in his hand. Gavin and Michael wrestling one drunken night. Ryan, nodded off on the couch after a heist, face paint still on and a complete mess. Jeremy trying to teach Matt something resembling self-defense. Lindsay cuddling a stray cat she had taken in. Trevor and Alfredo in matching clothes, playing up the ‘twin’ joke that had been going around. Fiona in that bright yellow suit, modeling for her Instagram.

There’s one she gets at the last minute, gets somebody from the support team to take right before their latest heist. It’s all eleven of them, full heist get-up, masks and obnoxious fashion choices and guns tucked here and there. They’re in the boardroom, running through it one more time before they take off, and in retrospect, it’s probably the last time they’ll do that in that room.

She sets that one in the middle, surrounded by all of these moments from the last 12 years.

“For your new place, when you find it.” Jack says.

It’s beautiful, and it makes Geoff cry. It brings some sniffles from a lot of them, even if they all deny it.

Leaving the penthouse isn’t the easiest thing for any of them, but it’s the right move. After all, they’re still a family.

#ks writes #fahc #fahc headcanon #ragehappy #christmas in july yall #i honestly love this a lot and hope yall do too #jeremichael #tagging those boys for Reasons

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onegayastronaut · 5 years

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The Loophole (Hope Mikaelson x Reader)

Requested by @italianpizza22: could we get one where you were with Hope when she wanted to jump into Malivore and you tried to stop her but she said you wouldn’t remember (basically the her and Landon scene) BUT after she killed you and jumped and you woke up bcz you’re love for her was so strong you remembered her

A/N: So I kept a lot of the original dialogue from the episode (with paraphrasing and some changes), only with the obvious change in the ending. In essence -- a lot from the episode, only gay.

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Being kidnapped by Triad Industries was not fun to say the least. They had tried everything on you to get you to tell them the truth about the final artifact, but you refused to give them the satisfaction of giving an answer or flinching when they threatened to throw you into the pit. You held out on these people because if you were sure of anything, you were certain that Hope would find you. The love that you had for each other was strong enough such that you knew she was already on her way and you had nothing to be afraid of.

One of the agents was in the middle of torturing you when you heard a commotion outside. Judging from the screams and general noise coming from that direction, you knew that it could only be Hope. You could barely contain a smirk as you saw your kidnapper, Ryan Clarke, flinch at the noise.

“You seem to be nervous, mud boy.”

“Shut your mouth! Your little girlfriend will never get to you in time.”

“We’ll see about that. She’s more powerful than you know.” You looked nervously at the bubbling mess next to you. Hopefully you were right and Hope would be able to get here in time to stop whatever was coming out of that thing. Ryan had spun you a story about how Malivore was your father, but you didn’t know just how much were lies and how much of the story was true. Just as you were trying to figure out a way to get out of this room, the door blew straight off its hinges, revealing your girlfriend. You had never been more proud or happy to see her, but now was not the time for extended reunions. There was a slight problem of stopping Malivore from coming out of that muddy mess.

Hope came rushing towards you and gave you a kiss as soon as she got to you. “I know you’re probably still mad at me, and I had this whole speech planned out, but I realize now that all you wanted from me was the truth. And the truth is... I love you. I'm really sorry about keeping all of these secrets, but I'm mostly sorry about keeping that one.”

“It's okay. Because I love you too.” You reached over to kiss Hope again, and you loved how you could feel her smiling against your lips. Even though you had kissed her before, this time it felt better than any other time you had kissed her. This time, the fact that both of you had professed your love for each other made everything different.

“Aww….isn't this adorable?” Clarke was standing behind you with his usual creepy smile. “Young love is quite the thing, isn't it? But that will end soon, because I've got this.” He waved the last artifact in his hand before tossing it into the pit. It immediately started boiling and steaming, and the smirk that Clarke gave you was beyond infuriating. You took the whip and used to snap his neck and tried not to blush when you saw Hope gape at you in awe.

“Well, got any ideas to stop Malivore from coming back to life?” You turned to Hope looking for an answer. She was more experienced with these matters after all.

Hope touched your face and looked at you. You have always told her how pretty her eyes are, and Hope playfully shoves you in the shoulder when you come up with a cheesy compliment. She was just as beautiful today even though she had just fought off who knows how many Triad agents. And a Headless Horseman. How many people could say their girlfriends could do that? Even though she constantly teases you about being taller than her, you know that she loves it when she has to lean up on her tiptoes to kiss you. Today, however, you saw that there was no playfulness in her eyes and you were worried that she was planning on doing something drastic in the name of the greater good.

“Hope, what’s going on?”

“Babe, I have to do something, but you’re not going to like it.” She leaned up to give you a light kiss.

“I liked doing that a lot. What I don’t like is that your face is telling me you’re going to do something drastic.”

“I’m going to sacrifice myself to Malivore. It’s the only way to stop that thing from coming out and killing all of our friends.”

“I can’t let you do that. Please don’t do this.” You reached out to take Hope’s hand, praying that you could somehow will Hope to not do what she was about to do.

“There’s no time. I just want to tell you how much I love you before I went. You’re not going to remember me anyway after all of this is said and done.” Hope’s voice broke as she talked, and you reached down to tightly hold her hand.

“I’m not letting you do this, Hope. There’s got to be another way of stopping Malivore. We’re going to figure this out together. I’m not letting you sacrifice yourself for everyone else again.”

“I know you were going to say that. And it breaks my heart to do this, but I have to. I’m sorry.” Hope reached up so her hands framed your face, and she applied just enough pressure to snap your neck. She knew that you were going to wake up pretty soon, without remembering how you got there. That being said, you weren’t going to remember her either. When you did wake up, you would need help, so she picked up your phone and sent a quick text to Alaric. If anyone knew what to do, it would be either you or Alaric. Hope sat there holding your face with tears going down her cheeks. Even though she was prepared to die, she wanted your face to be the last thing that she remembered. She loved you so much, but the fact remained that you wouldn’t even remember her when you woke up. Her hand went up to her necklace as she considered leaving it with you, but she thought better of it. Hope roughly brushed the tears from her face and stood up. There was no point in wasting any more time.

Of course, the Clarke prick was still hanging around when she got up, and an idea formed in Hope’s mind. She would not allow this guy to hurt you after she was gone. The smirk on his face was enough to make her mind up for her.

“You know, if you’re right about the whole loophole thing, then you can finally kill this bastard. Jump in and be my guest.”

“That’s not all I’ll be doing. Imitantor Pupulus.”

“Whatever you think you just did, didn’t work.” His hand suddenly flew up to his mouth. “Please don’t do this. You don’t have to do this.”

“I know. But this is the only part I’m actually enjoying. Too bad you’re so clumsy.” Hope climbed onto the railing over Malivore, and Ryan was forced to do the same. Before she could take too much time to think about her actions, she fell into Malivore.

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You woke up on the ground with a start. It didn’t take you long after crawling after a hard shell to realize that you were in the building that housed Malivore, and the memory of all that happened came back in a flash. When you leaned over the railing to have a look, there was nothing left except what looked like a dried hole. The fact that Hope was not here next to you only meant one thing: she had jumped into the hole. Your phone rang, causing you to jump. Picking it up, you realized it was Alaric, causing you to release a sigh of relief. “Dr. Saltzman?”

“(Y/N), I’m coming to get you. I found a note on my desk saying that you would need me.”

“Yes, I can’t see Hope. I think she jumped into the Malivore pit, we have to find a way to save her and get her back with us.”

“Hope? Who’s Hope? Who are you talking about?”

“What do you mean ‘Who’s Hope?’ She was with me, and I guess she --” You stopped as you turned around to look at the dry pit again. There was a sinking feeling in your stomach as you thought about what must have happened while you were dead. Hope had sacrificed herself to save everyone, to save you from being consumed by that monster. “We have to find a way to get Hope Mikaelson back. She’s in Malivore. We need to get her back.” Your voice broke as you thought about your girlfriend. There was no one you loved more in this world, and you would be damned if you didn’t search the world to find her again.

“(Y/N), there’s no way anybody, or anything is getting out of there unless Malivore lets them go. And if what you’re saying is true, then there’s no way she, or any other monster there is getting out. Now sit tight until I get there.”

“There’s always a loophole. And I’m going to find a way to bring her back.”

#hope mikaelson #hope mikaelson x reader #hope mikaelson imagine #legacies #legacies x reader #legacies imagine

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littlemissnellie · 7 years

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Aaaaah! Hi guys!

First of all I’ve got to apologise for the lack of Golgotha Manor posts recently, I promise they’re coming, it’s just that I’ve been a little preoccupied with putting this together…

Not too long ago I managed to hit 250 followers, which is absolutely insane, I literally cannot find the words to thank you all for following along with my mess of a blog. So I thought that I’d put a little something together for you to try to show my gratitude!

I was going to do sim requests again, like when I hit 150 followers, but tbh my sim requests are always open, I’ll make you any sim, any time, lol. So instead, I thought that I’d make some sims of my own for you to use however you please!

So yes, here are my babies! I’ll put their little intros and cc links under the cut and if you actually want to download them, they’re up on the gallery and my origin id is: cherrygorilla.

I really hope that you like them, guys! And if you actually do choose to download any of them, please keep me updated on their lives in your save, I’m too attached to my bbies and would loooooove to know what they’re up to!

Thank you again for 250! I love you guys so much, thank you for sticking by me all this time! And here’s all the info for my bbies…

Oakley Forrester

Aspiration: Freelance Botanist

Traits: Cheerful, Loves Outdoors & Insider

Oakley Forrester is a quiet, relatively shy soul with a strong passion for gardening. He’s had a green thumb practically since he came out of the womb and would always be found playing in his mum’s greenhouse amongst the tomatoes. Besides his beloved plants he doesn’t have a great deal of friends, well none that are his age anyway. He may be the youngest member of the gardening club by about forty years, but he doesn’t mind at all. The homemade jams, weekly bingo-night updates and just general company he gets whenever they see each other at the local allotment never fails to warm his heart. He just needs to find the right person to bring him out of his shell and away from his planter boxes for a little while to show him that there’s more to life that compost and cream teas…

CC: Freckles, Floppy Hat

Adele Circuit

Aspiration: Computer Whiz

Traits: Genius, Perfectionist, Squeamish

Adele Circuit is completely obsessed with all things technology. She’s always been fascinated by buttons and screens, but it wasn’t until she hit school and actually started learning about computing that her passion really took off. No one would ever be able to tell when she’s majorly geeking out over a new piece of software though with her signature, cold air that often gets her mistaken for a huge bitch. A lot of people are pretty intimidated by her, but not because of her computer-prodigy intelligence, because of her apparent constant grumpiness. Once you take the time to get to know her though, and listen to her rave about binary coding, you’ll quickly find that she’s just a big softie with a resting bitch-face. She knows the ins and outs of every computer system, but anything outside of that, like getting to know a fellow human is waaaayyy out of her comfort zone…

CC: Freckles, Lipstick, Eyeliner (03), Glasses, Choker, Nail Polish

Evie Roberts

Aspiration: Public Enemy

Traits: Clumsy, Hot-Headed, Kleptomaniac

Evie Roberts is the greatest evil mastermind to have ever lived. At least that’s what she wants you to think. In reality, she can barely run twenty feet without tripping over her own two feet. She doesn’t let her clumsiness deter her though, her fiery passion for wreaking havoc burns nonetheless. And besides, the mishaps she gets herself into, and the various injuries that they leave her with, just make her look even more menacing. And when you have a baby-face like Evie, you need all the help you can get to strike terror into your enemies’ hearts. The whole reason that Evie turned to crime is down to her face really, and her determination to shed the happy-go-lucky, pretty, girl-next-door persona that everyone seems to have pinned on her. But will her short temper, knack for stealing and desperation to be bad be enough to persuade the world that she’s not the big sweetheart they all know that she is on the inside?

CC: Leggings, Black Eye I’ve put a different one on her on the gallery, which is here, Hat, Eyeliner, Hair, Lipstick, Nail Polish, Skirt

Ryker Bass

Aspiration: Party Animal

Traits: Dance Machine, Noncommittal, Outgoing

Ryker Bass still wants to believe that he’s in high school because that’s what’s easiest for him. In high school he had friends around him at all times, he had a secure routine and he had a promise of hope for the future. Now all he really has is…himself. He may have had the time of his life in high school, but that’s because he wasted all of his time there, and now he wants nothing more than to just turn back the clock. Homework was a totally foreign concept to him, a red solo cup was extremely familiar though. In fact, one was practically glued to his hands. But all that meant was that he wound up with nothing more than some pretty good dance moves and very few qualifications. Without any guidance from school, and because his partying habit has destroyed his relationship with his success-driven parents, Ryan, who now goes by Ryker because it makes him feel cool, is left drifting from place to place, from job to job, from friend to friend, from relationship to relationship, with no idea of where his life is going. He needs a little more than a crazy hair colour and ‘bad boy’ name to help him find out who he really is though…

CC: Glasses, Freckles, Shoes, Jeans, Beard

Adagio Solo

Aspiration: Musical Genius

Traits: Music-Lover, Good, Romantic

Adagio Solo practically has melodies running through his veins, music is just a huge part of who he is. He can play the piano and guitar with a talent that just cannot be taught, he just has a magical touch when it comes to instruments, and his voice his a whole different game all together. Even when speaking his voice has a sort of musical quality that is so pleasing to the ears that the hairs on the back of your neck stand up to listen, so when he begins to sing it’s as if the notes are spinning themselves into the finest silk and wrapping around you until you feel that you’re as much a part of the song as Adagio is. When he’s not serenading his adoring fans, Adagio can usually be found rhapsodizing about love to…anyone that will listen really. Whether it’s about his latest ventures into the romantic field, or the bewilderment that the rest of the world won’t just forget about conflict and join together in love and harmony really depends on the day though. And with his endless charisma and silky-smooth voice, it seems that Adagio can charm anything that breathes. That might not always be the case though…

CC: Denim Jacket

Katie Kapital

Aspiration: City Native

Traits: Gloomy, Vegetarian, Art Lover

“Yes, that is Captial with a ‘K’. Alliteration provides a lot of hidden depth.” is something that can usually be heard tumbling from Katie’s red-painted lips, which are almost always fixed into a pained frown of despair. You see, her surname wasn’t always spelt with a ‘K’, but when she discovered her 'true calling in life’ was literature, she felt that her lifestyle should coordinate. Her ventures into the world of poetry seem to have made the biggest impact on her though, and, contrary to what her friends will tell you, it’s not because the coffee is free on slam poetry night. When she’s not depicting her first-world struggles through rhyme, she can usually be found crying over a lack of vegetarian options or just nothing at all. Will she ever be able to get her priorities in check, or will she be an emotional, hipster mess forever?

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So, about that story

On Saturday, Shahida went to visit her brother in Cambridge. She has GOT to stop doing that. It’s getting ridiculous. The things we do when she’s not there are just unbelievable. Penny’s friend Candace was in town visiting so her and Penny’s other friend from home, Paige, came out with us. There was this event at Big Chill that was supposed to be a big deal so after drinking a bit at the flat we headed down there. It was packed and there was a massive queue outside to get in. Luckily, our favorite bouncer Ryan was working the door so he waved us in ahead of the crowd. All our favorites were working, including Sherlock who’d just gotten back from Ireland a couple of days before. He was looking more attractive than normal. He’d just gotten a hair cut but it looked good (especially as he said his mom had cut it which the most adorable thing I’d ever heard). We got drinks and eventually all separated. I spent a good amount of time trying to find Penny after the lawyer I’d been arguing about the American Revolution (seriously) left to find his flatmate. During this time she managed to meet everyone in the bar. Seriously. It was hilarious.

Eventually, Candace had left with some guy and it was either a quarter to four or three (time had changed and no one had any idea what was going on) so we decided to bail. We were walking home and we were all pretty tipsy. Paige may have been properly drunk but she always looks sober. The chicken place was closed and Penny was on the phone trying to get Candace home (her night was hilarious for reasons I’m not a hundred percent clear on). We were standing across from the Clink, a hostel that’s literally two minutes from the flat, Penny was yelling “Why are you on Tottenham Court Road? Get out of the car, Candace!” into the phone, and someone was yelling at us out a window. The window was the third floor of the Clink and I have no idea why we decided to yell back. I definitely don’t know why we crossed the street when the guys yelling at us said they’d come down to get us so we could come up. I don’t remember making decisions. I just made them. I wasn’t even that drunk! I was incredibly clear headed the whole time.

So, we ran across the street and met a guy in a blue shirt at the door. While typing this up I’m realising I have no idea what this guy’s name was. I’m assuming I was introduced but I’m 90% sure it wasn’t until we were actually in the room. We followed him up a couple of flights of stairs giggling the whole time until we reached a door to the room on the other side of the window. It opened to reveal eight drunk Scottish guys six of whom were sitting around in nothing but their underwear. Yeah.

We stood there at talked to them mostly because the entire situation was hilarious. It was too funny for words that we were currently inside the Clink. There were four sets of bunk beds and it seemed like there were just guys everywhere. Penny was the first one to sit down on one of the bunk beds with this guy Maxy. After one of the guys grabbed my ass (I was in a skirt without tights) I sat down on a bed with this guy Scott (who’d been introduced as Scott the Scot. Oh yes.) and started talking to him. So, I never thought I’d have a problem with Scottish accents. Oh my christ, was I wrong. There were times where I literally had no idea what was being said. None. If they were speaking to each other it was especially bad because they’d just rattle shit off and then laugh. They were in town for the Scotland v. Brazil game yesterday.

They were passing around a bottle of Smirnoff and a cigarillo. One guy was calling me Sweet Lips. I acted offended. One of the guys sitting across from me had a lighter in his hand that looked like the one I’d had in my bag when it got stolen. I asked if I could see it and he told me that I kissed Scott on the mouth he’d give it to me. I shrugged and leaned forward to kiss Scott. Things spiraled a bit out of control after that. Well, no. I wouldn’t say that I guess. I didn’t feel out of control at all. Quickly? Things happened quickly? Again, that doesn’t feel right. What it did feel like was like I just stopped questioning things. It’s like I thought I was in some sort of alternate universe and just went with the flow of it. Like, this is happening and it’s ok.

Anyways, I started making out with Scott and we scootched back further on the bed. There were like partitions in between the bunk beds so it was like there were walls on either side. At one point, Candace arrived (Penny picks up her phone and yells, “You’re alive!!”) and the guys were excited to have a new girl to talk to since Penny and I had been poached early. Or Maxi and Scott were. It wasn’t clear who came onto who in either circumstance. Penny and I both agree that there were no decisions being made in this case. Everyone kind of just knew what was going down. Candace and Paige must have picked guys because they ended up with them but I have no idea who.

Scott and I were the first ones to bail on the conversation for the privacy of his bed. We started making out with me underneath him on the bed. I never actually thought I’d be able to fool around with someone like that in a room full of people (let alone people I know). It helped when someone turned the light off. It really was a hilarious situation. The guys that didn’t have one of us with them were being ridiculous, singing random shit and making rude comments. We mostly tried to ignore them but at times couldn’t quite do it. At one point, Scott laid back on the bed and tried to keep perfectly still. I poked him and he held up a hand and said, “Stop laughing. Stop.” Even though he was talking to me, it had been him that was laughing. He couldn’t keep a straight face even trying so I leaned over him and kissed him while his hands found my waist.

It was weird. What could have been horrible and sordid and shameful wasn’t at all. He was sweet and almost tender while we were fooling around. I didn’t feel pressured at all. I didn’t once feel panicky, which is interesting considering that the situation I was in was radically different from any I’ve ever been in. It felt right to kiss him and let him hold me and touch me. All in all, it was a good experience. Penny and I both agreed there were no regrets.

There were parts of the night so adorable I wish someone had been recording it. We were cuddling and making out and the guy next us was playing some song on his phone I didn’t recognize and Scott pulled back to request something classic, “like Neil Diamond.” I laughed and he started singing “Sweet Caroline”, the guy next to us joined in. He was laying down next to me and I told him to shush. I leaned over him when he didn’t stop and said, “Hey, Elvis, shuddup.” He continued to sing managing to fit “Make me” into the lyrics so I bent down and kissed him quiet. I found out after adding him on facebook that he’s a huge Elvis fan. He must have been dying a little bit.

Eventually we settled down to go to sleep and he pulled my head down to his chest and wrapped his arms around me. I woke up about 40 minutes later feeling like I was dying of heat. I was literally covered in sweat. I wiggled out of his arms and turned onto my side, facing away from him. I sometimes sleep with one arm above my head and ended up that way. He adjusted himself so that he had one arm around my waist and had the other one positioned so he was holding the hand I had above my head. It was adorable. No matter how either one of us moved he always made sure we were touching in some way. We were on our sides facing away from each other at one point and he still threw his arm around my waist. That may have been the best part of the whole experience, just having someone hold me. I woke up at one point to Scott’s arms around me and his stubble against my back as he kissed me. There was a time later where I woke up and we were laying side by side. He turned his head and kissed my arm and then reached to pull me onto his chest after whispering, “Hey.” Penny left a bit after 6 AM after trying to get anyone else to go with here. I couldn’t quite do it though. I was comfortable and Scott was such a sweetheart. I wanted to spend as much time in his arms as I could.

I lost an earring while we were making out and took the other one out a bit later only to have it fall off and disappear at some point. I lost my necklace somewhere along the way as well. I had it until right before I left somewhere around 9 AM. Paige and Candace were leaving so they woke me up and I attempted to adjust my clothes. My bar was like half off and the halter I was wearing was a mess. My hair looked exactly like what it should look like after a night rolling around in a bed with a boy. All in all, I looked adorable. Scott sat up as I got my stuff ready looking like he was still half asleep. I asked him for his phone and put my name and number in it. I sat down next to him and he put his hand over mine almost like it was an instinct. I kissed him a couple of times and mumbled a good-bye. I put my coat on and finally found my phone before kneeling on the bed one more time and kissing him while he put both hands on my face to hold me there for a second. I smiled at him and he looked a little sad as he said good-bye. I smirked at the guys who were giving him shit as I walked out and gave them a “Good morning, boys” before closing the door behind me.

Candace, Paige, and I avoided all eye contact as we ran down the stairs to the main lobby of the hostage. We couldn’t have looked more like girls doing the walk of shame if we tried. I was in a short skirt and no tights and my hair was everywhere. We said a quick good-bye and I ran back to the flat chanting “Home, home, home, home!” as I did so. Penny buzzed me up and I sprinted up the stairs. I washed my hands and scrubbed my teeth, shaking slightly from exhaustion and dehydration. I managed to break my watch because I didn’t take it off before attempting to wash the night off of myself. I eventually went and crashed in Shahida’s empty bed after resisting the urge to shower fully clothed. Penny woke me up about an hour later and crawled into bed next to me while we tried to make any kind of sense of the night. We didn’t have much luck. I still am not entirely sure how anything (or everything, I guess) happened.

I know that there isn’t a whole lot of residual emotion from Saturday night. It’s not even like I know anything about this guy really (except that he also claims to never do things like that, or “never in my life” as he put it) but it was the sense of intimacy that came from the encounter. I went to sleep on Sunday night and kind of hated that there was no one’s arms around me. I woke up Monday morning a tad upset that it happened been because I’d been kissed awake. I’m at a point where I want that.

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