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spacebunnysstars · 4 years

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Ok ok so you may have seen that one meme of monopoly that somebody drew with the bros (I wish I could remember who posted it), but could you write a scenario for that where everyone’s (with gn MC) playing monopoly and it goes downhill from there? Don’t worry if you don’t want to do this I just saw you wanted something platonic... if you could include our himbo lord diavolo too that’d be great!

Hell yeah!! I’ve seen the memes your talking about so I’ll do my best but I haven’t properly plaid monopoly in yeaaaarsss so I hope this is okay!! And of course the big tiddie bitch will be included! Also I’m so sorry for how much time it has taken me to get to your requests and I wanted to do it justice! I hope you like this UwU also I’m so sorry for the turn this took I hope it’s okay /)////(\💗✨🌸

Oh um warning for foul language and implied nsfw incase that ain’t your thing ÚwÙ

Monopoly with the demon squad ÙwÚ

It was the evening when diavolo had gotten back from a recent trip to the human world and brought back with him endless arguments and temper tantrums in a cardboard box; a cardboard box containing monopoly...

The game being played by diavolo, Satan, lucifer, mammon, Belphie, Beel, Levi and mc quickly went to absolute shit. To start with asmo refused to play because he didn’t want to ruin his beautiful new manicure which led to snarky remarks from belphie and mammon. Instantly when choosing their character pieces mammon and Levi started arguing over the small metal figure that seemed to match mcs piece. Levi the decided he’d rather play games by himself than with a bunch of normies anyway and scurried off to his room.

About 15 minutes into the game mammon was in debt to lucifer, Satan managed to wind himself up in jail for the fifth time and Beel had ate his character piece (idk what to call it) because it was shaped like a burger and he was hungry. The only two who seemed to be enjoying the game where lucifer and diavolo; diavolo being the banker and lucifer owning all of the highest properties, diavolo was more than happy to continue dishing out cash to the gorgeous fallen angel. Belphie quickly got to lazy to continue playing the game and fell asleep on mc. And that is when all hell broke loose...

Mammon: MC AINT YOUR PILLOW NOW GET OFF IF ANYONE GETS TO USE EM’ AS A PILLOW THAT’D BE ME BECAUSE I WAS THEIR FIRST MAN!! *throwing his fists on the table as he yelled*

All of the pieces fly off the board scattering arround the room, a few hitting asmo who is now about to smack a bitch. Satan’s face was twitching trying to contain his anger as mc sunk into their seat knowing full well that shits about to hit the fan.

Belphie: fuck off mammon you stupid prick! I’m going to sleep wherever I like and if that’s on mc then so be it! *nestling himself further into mc’s lap*

Diavolo trying to contain his laughter consoled lucifer who was doing his very best not to explode and almost kill mc accidentally. Mc knowing she’s in for it completely tense.

mammon: THATS IT YOU LAZY FUCK GET OFF MY HUMAN!!

Mammon picked up the board and throwing it in Belphie’s direction but missing and hitting mc in the face causing tears to form in their eyes from the force. Satan was now in his demon form trying to beat the living shit out mammon quickly joined by belphie and asmo. In the chaos of screaming and shouting Beel took mc by the hand and dragged her to Levi’s room where it would be a bit quieter as he ran to the kitchen for ‘supplies’ so they could have a nicer time watching Levi play games.

Meanwhile lucifer was paralysed by stress. The usually composed demon was now shaking trying to keep himself calm, concern was plastered all over diavolos face as he lifted lucifer bridal style carrying him to his room. Diavolo massaged the tense demon who was now angry crying feeling so ashamed of himself and the mental state he was in.

Pulling the smaller man into his embrace diavolo encouraged the tears rubbing his back and softly kissing his forehead.

Diavolo: now now, *stroking lucifer soft hair pushing it back out of his face as he caressed his cheek with his thumb* you didn’t accept the chocolates I gave you to help with your stress. So instead will you accept me; will you allow me to relieve your stress?

Diavolo lifted lucifers chin looking into his glazed eyes as lucifer subtly nodded. That was all the confirmation diavolo needed as he pressed his lips to lucifers lowering his hands too his waist. The kiss was soft and and comforting but still passionate causing lucifer to tangle his gloved fingers in diavolos red locks pulling diavolo even closer. Their kiss became sloppy and heated; the taste of lucifers tears lingering on their tongues causing lucifers pent up emotions to explode into his love making with diavolo. They where going to be in the firey throws of love and passion all night long, and that is exactly what lucifer needed...

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3 hours later in the living room mammon satan belphie and asmo where all laying on the floor exhausted.

Mammon: what game where we playing again I can’t even remember

Belphie: me either but I know this is your fault

Satan: shut up the game was monopoly but when did everyone else leave?..

Asmo: lucifer and diavolo are fucking in his room and mc and Beel are watching Levi play games

Mammon belphie and satan: damn...

They all passed out having wasted too much energy on a useless fight knowing they where going to pay for it tomorrow...

Eeeeee umm I’m sorry if you don’t like dialuci my brain just took over and insisted that it was necessary😅💗 I hope this was okay I’m sorry it was a bit all over the place. Please let me know if there’s anything I could improve on or send in more requests! Thank you guys and stay safe UwU 💗✨🌸

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maxwellshippo · 5 years

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Raleigh x MC, Halloween

(Male) Raleigh x MC (Beck James) / Platinum

Description: Raleigh tags along with Beck for a Halloween party on the outskirts to the city. Party games ensue and Beck finds herself tipsy with no way to get home. Raleigh graciously offers her a ride back to her apartment. Slightly NSFW

Word Count: 3676

A/N: This is my first attempt at PB Fanfiction. Let me know how it is. I’ve been obsessed with Raleigh x MC and had to write something. I’m very nervous, I hope I did MC and Raleigh justice.

Life had been moving fast for Beck. Like, crazy fast. She won the competition, began a new life in New York City, started working on her album and even filmed her first music video. After a long day in the studio, she found Shane waiting for her outside with two cups in hand. Beck grimaced at the sight of the plastic cup he handed to her.

“A peanut-butter smoothie?” She deadpanned.

“A peanut-butter protein shake.” Shane grinned proudly, sipping on a strawberry-banana.“I thought it’d be funny to remind you of your roots.”

She sipped her drink. “Can’t deny it’s delicious...but now I’ll have to hide the cup from Hank. It’s his favorite.”

“Are you still up for tonight?” Shane leaned against the wall as they waited for Hank to pick her up. Truthfully, Beck couldn’t remember what he was talking about. Shane stared daggers into her until Beck’s jaw fell with realization, mouthing a ‘oh’ as she nodded. “Yes, the Halloween party. I don’t know, Shane. I had a long day and I don’t have a costume.”

“Beck, it’s Halloween! It’s your favorite holiday.” Shane opened his arms to display New York City, doing a 360 spin to emphasize his point. Beck looked around, noticing the orange-rusted leaves that fell from the trees and children that ran by, giggling in their witch and ghost costumes. “There’s gotta be something open.”

“What’s gotta be open?” A deep, husky voice asked over her shoulder. Beck jumped, startled at the voice. She pulled the smoothie out of her mouth, trying not to wince at the aching pain of the straw hitting the roof of her mouth. She turned, seeing Raleigh exiting the studio, guitar slung over his shoulder. “A costume shop.”

Raleigh raised a brow. Her nerves caused her to keep talking. “For me. So I can wear...a costume.”

Raleigh smirked, crossing his arms as he waited to see how long she would go on. “Because it’s Halloween...and people usually wear costumes...on Halloween.”

“Nice work, detective. I would have never put that together.” Raleigh applauded. “Why don’t you put on a pair of cat ears and call it a night?”

“Because I’m more creative than that!” Beck groaned, crossing her arms to her chest. “You can wear the banana suit you used to wear to work.” Shane suggested, purposely trying to embarrass Beck in front of Raleigh.

Raleigh chuckled. “Tell me there’s pictures.”

“Oh you bet.” Shane nodded.

“You two are the worst.” Beck stepped away when Hank pulled up. “I’ll meet you at the party tonight, Shane. Text me the details.”

Shane nodded and waved goodbye, heading off to his next destination. Beck grabbed the handle of the limo’s door until Raleigh stopped her, leaning on the window and shutting the door back closed. “What kind of girlfriend doesn’t invite their boyfriend to a party?”

There it was again. His annoyingly smooth voice that was always dripping with sarcasm. Beck turned to Raleigh, surprised. “I’d think you had cooler things to do on Halloween than go to some frat party.”

“I do. My publicist sent me the details and everything. I’d rather go to the one you’re going to.” He smirked.

“Really?” Beck tried to hide her surprise, if not her nerves. “Then come. I’ll text you the details when I get them.”

“Sounds great. Are you gonna go as a sexy nurse, or what?” He teased. Beck rolled her eyes, hitting him playfully in the chest. “You wish.”

“Do I?” His eyes lingered on her. “Or, oh, you can go as a sexy cop and arrest me.”

Beck rolled her eyes. “Maybe you should go as a mime so you can stop talking.”

“Ha-ha.” Raleigh leaned off. “See you tonight, Princess.”

“See you.” Beck swallowed the lump that had been in her throat as she watched Raleigh walk off. That man made her heart do jumping jacks. She was determined to play it cool and not let Raleigh know about her real feelings for him. As far as she knew, he was happy to play the game of pretending it was a fake relationship. She didn’t want to let herself get hurt...no matter how gorgeous his eyes were, or how good of a kisser he was, or how damn funny he was.

Beck fought through the masses at a costume shop was open and managed to get her hands on one of the few items left. A pair of angel wings, a halo and a skimpy white dress. When she got home and tried it on, she did a few takes in the mirror. “Raleigh will love this.” She thought with an eye-roll, thinking about how he wanted to see her in something sexy earlier. Then, Beck realized, maybe she wanted Raleigh to find her irresistibly sexy tonight. Let him pick his jaw up off the floor from drooling for a change. She was sick of being the one always caught staring.

Beck pulled the dress down and tighter in all the right places, gave her hair a last tousle and snapped a pic, sending it to Fiona.

Beck sighed at the thought and shoved her phone in her bag. It was time to go. An hour later, Hank took her to the party. She arrived at a grand mansion, just outside the city. There were limos and cars lined up. “Beck!” Shane jogged over, wearing a cape and a set of fake vampire teeth. “This party is insane!”

Beck’s eyes widened. “Shane, you told me this would be small!”

Shane shrugged. “Somehow it got out that you and Raleigh were going to be here tonight. The venue got changed to this address.”

“Fiona.” She grumbled as her phone buzzed. She received a text from the devil herself that read: ‘Make sure U and Raleigh are seen on Pictagram tonight.’

Raleigh arrived a few moments later, wearing a pair of devil horns and a black suit. He looked Beck up and down and smiled. “I didn’t know we were at the couples costume stage so soon.”

“How did you know?” Beck’s jaw fell, staring at Raleigh in shock. Damn he looked good...and damn was his costume fitting. He was always the devil on her shoulder, whispering ‘look at me, don’t you want to kiss me?’

“Fiona.” Raleigh and Beck said in unison. Shane laughed. “Hey, let’s get inside, yeah? I heard it’s crazy in there.”

Beck and Raleigh agreed and the three of them headed in. At the entrance, a line of paparazzi was posted, snapping Beck and Raleigh’s photo. In their presence, he slipped an arm dangerously low around her waist. He leaned in close to her ear to whisper, his breath hot on her neck. “You do clean up nice, Princess.”

Beck snorted at him, knowing she looked better than nice. She slipped his arm off her waist, strutting ahead of him to show off the view of her dangerously short dress in the back. She posed for the cameras, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she gave a flirty look to Raleigh. “Are you gonna buy me a drink, or what?”

Raleigh smirked and followed her inside and to the bar. “One whiskey and...something fruity for the lady.” He said over the loud music. Beck leaned on the counter, patiently waiting for her drink. “You’re something else, you know that?” He told her. Beck raised a brow with a smirk. “I don’t know what you mean.”

The bartender slid their drinks over. Beck got to sipping hers and Raleigh held his glass, stirring the whiskey around as he pondered. “You’re just different from most people in this industry, I guess.”

“Is that a good thing?” She asked, noticing a crack in Raleigh’s wall as he began to show emotion other than his sarcastic defense mechanism. Raleigh shook his head, his walls coming back up. “You’re just new...that’s all.”

“Hey, just because I’m new to this doesn’t mean I’m going to become some kind of fake person.” Beck glared. “I’ve been staying true to myself...I’m not Jaylen.”

“This industry will demand you to be something you’re not, no matter how hard you fight against it.” Raleigh frowned. “And you’re wrong...our whole ‘fake’ relationship is to boost your career.”

Beck’s heart fell, nerves washing over her. This was a test, wasn’t it? This was the moment to declare that she had feelings for Raleigh before the fake relationship. But what if he didn’t feel that way? He never brought up their flirting before, or how they kissed backstage. “It’s not fake.” The words came out like vomit. Beck’s eyes widened when she realized what she had said. Even Raleigh looked surprised. “Oh?” He asked.

“I mean...our friendship is real. I do consider you a friend, Raleigh, but I don’t feel like you look at me as anything other than work.” Beck frowned. “A contestant on your show, a newbie star who’s career you need to boost up, a charity case who needs a new guitar…”

“Beck,” Raleigh began, torn between comforting her and letting his guard down. Shane popped in over Beck’s shoulder. “THEY’REABOUTTOPLAYTHEMONSTERMASH!”

“OHMYGOD!” Beck joined in his excitement, placing her drink down on the bar as they ran over to the dance floor. Raleigh leaned on the counter, drinking his whiskey as he watched Beck and Shane perform the dance routine from Pulp Fiction to the Monster Mash. He couldn’t help but crack a quick smile as he watched her run around the dance floor like an absolute dork.

The next song, Shane and Beck pulled Raleigh onto the dance floor. He downed his drink before following them, immediately getting into the beat. Shane danced with the two of them in a circle for a few beats until he slowly excused himself, leaving Raleigh and Beck to it. “I see you remember our dance lessons.” He watched as she swayed her hips to the beat, sexily throwing her hair over her shoulders and doing a body roll. He grabbed her hand, his fingertips interlaced with hers and they danced in perfect unison to the song. Beck moved moved her hips with his until moving in front of him, grinding against him as she slid up and down. When the song ended, Raleigh was breathless with a cheesy grin stuck on his face. Beck pushed hair out of her eyes and couldn’t help but to laugh.

The night continued on and the drinks continued to pour. Beck found herself graciously tipsy at a game of two truths and a lie.

“Okay, here I go:” Shane burped drunkenly before going on. “One...I actually wanted to be an astronaut when I grew up. Two...I owned a pet lion. Three...There was a year when I only ate macaroni and cheese.”

“YOU NEVER OWNED A LION!” Beck declared loudly. “Yes!” Shane cheered.

“You have an unfair advantage there, Becks.” Raleigh pointed out, leaning on his arm as they were all sitting in a circle on the floor. He felt so silly, so young, so normal at a college party and yet, it was one of the best times he had in a while. “It’s Beck’s turn.” Shane pointed to her.

Beck pondered carefully. “Okay. One...I’ve never been in love. Two...I used to wear a banana suit for work,” She gave a serious side eye to Raleigh and Shane. “Three...I can’t swim.”

“You’ve never been in love. That’s the lie.” Raleigh guessed. “Wronggg.” Beck smiled, alcohol obvious on her breath. “I can’t swim. That’s the lie.”

“I knew that!” Shane cheered himself on. Beck high-fived him. “Wait, wait wait. You mean a total sap like you has never been in love?”

Beck shook her head, giving a shrug. “No...it sounds silly, but I’ve always been waiting for ‘the one’.”

“You’re such a cornball.” Raleigh grinned. When it was time to go home, Beck stumbled out, arm in arm with Raleigh. “Where’s your driver?” Raleigh asked. “Hank? Oh...I told him to,” Hiccup. “Go home. He deserved the night off.”

“How were you planning on getting home, Princess?” Raleigh looked down at her, who somehow managed to look adorable while being wasted. “I figured...Shane would,” Hiccup. “Get me home.”

Raleigh looked around. Shane was chatting up a pretty girl. “Your friend’s preoccupied, Becks.”

“Ohh!” Beck groaned, standing straight on her own as she pressed to fingers to her temples stressfully. “I’ll just hail a cab, then. This is New York, right? I’ll just stand on the sidewalk and whistle!”

She stumbled over, clumsily so, in her high heels to the sidewalk and whistled with her fingers. “CABBBBB!”

He pulled her arm down to stop waving. “This isn’t Manhattan, darling. We’re forty miles out of the city. I’ll take you home.” He led her to his car. At the sight of his long, sleek, black sports car, Beck’s jaw fell. “Raleigh...I can’t sit in anything remotely this nice.”

“You’re kidding?” He asked as he opened the passenger door. “Get in.”

He helped her in, strapping her into the seatbelt and shut the door lightly. He got in the drivers seat and drove to her house. “I don’t think you understand...it took me three years of working at the smoothie shop to save up enough to buy a ‘99 Kia.”

Raleigh smirked. “You’re sure moving up in the world, banana girl.”

“Hey!” Beck whined. Twenty minutes into the car ride, Beck started to talk. “Did you have fun tonight?”

“Did you?” Raleigh turned the question around. Beck nodded, a cheesy grin on her face. She reached her hand over, resting it on his arm that laid on the middle armrest between them. “I always have fun when I’m with you.”

“Oh?” He smirked. “Stoppppp.” Beck pulled her hand back. “It’s impossible to give you a compliment. It goes straight to your head.”

Raleigh let out a small laugh. “So were you lying back there?”

“Hm?” Beck asked.

“You’ve really never been in love?”

“Yeah, why is that so hard to believe?” Beck asked.

“You’re such a goody-two shoes...believer in love, helper of little old ladies crossing the road. Hell, hirds probably even land on your shoulders when you sing.” Raleigh said.

“That’s why I’m waiting for the right person.” Beck said. “I have so much love to give and...I don’t want to give my heart away to just anyone.”

Raleigh nodded understandingly. It wasn’t long before he found an opportunity to make fun of her. “So that time we kissed back stage...I didn’t steal your first kiss virginity, did I?”

“No!” Beck said, appalled. She could feel her cheeks burning red. “Good.” Raleigh nodded, pretending a relief washed over him. “How about your real...you know?”

“Virginity?” Beck hit his shoulder lightly. “You’re no gentleman, you know that?”

“Never said I was.” Raleigh grinned. Beck crossed her arms, turning away from him, upset.

“Come on, we have a long car ride and we need something to talk about.” Raleigh insisted. “I’m not a virgin.” Beck whispered quietly, embarrassed as if her parents could hear.

“Come again?” Raleigh put his hand to his ear teasingly.

“I’ve slept with people before, okay?!” Beck rolled her eyes, annoyed. “I’ve never been in love, but I’m not a prude!”

Raleigh laughed genuinely. “What about all that mumbo jumbo about waiting for the one?”

“Sex feels good...it’s fun. But I’ve never experienced it with someone special.” Beck shrugged, giving him a side-glance to gauge his reaction. It would have been a lot less embarrassing if he wasn’t so handsome. How did someone look that hot when they drive? It was beyond Beck, and she’d never know the answer. The drive home was filled with more of Raleigh making fun of Beck until she got annoyed and turned on the radio to drown out his talking. It still didn’t work.

Raleigh pulled up to Beck’s apartment. “Here’s your stop, Princess.” He got out of the car and rushed to her door, opening it for her. Beck raised her eyebrows in surprise, still a little tipsy as he helped her out. “Who knew you were such a gentlemen?”

He held her hand, letting her balance on him as he shut the car door. “Wanna know another surprise?”

“Hm?” Beck couldn’t help but to smile as Raleigh kept her amused. “I’m going to walk you to your door, too.”

“Shut up.” Beck said jokingly. “It’s true.” Raleigh nodded as they headed to her door. “I’ll have to inform the press that their bad boy isn’t such a rebel after all.” Beck said as they stopped in front of her door. “My sales will plummet.” Raleigh pouted jokingly.

“Well, this is me.” Beck said after a beat of silence, motioning to her door. “I know.” Raleigh said, looking in her eyes. Beck nervously glanced down at her feet, then back up at him. God, she felt like she was in sixteen candles, or one of those cheesy 80’s movies. How typical was her life now? She was the goody-two-shoes, standing at her door with the perfectly handsome bad boy. She had alot of fun with Raleigh tonight, and as her hand gripped on the doorknob and she was ready to say goodbye, she realized that maybe it was time to take a leap of faith.

“Raleigh?”

“Hm?”

She let go of the doorknob and pressed her hands to his cheeks, lunging forward for a kiss. Her lips pressed against his, hard and desperate. Raleigh’s hands gripped her waist, kissing her back hungrily. They made out on her doorstep until finally, Beck pulled away and grabbed the doorknob again. “Come in?”

The door opened with great haste and once it closed behind them, the keys were tossed onto a side table with terrible aim and they lunged for each other’s lips again. Beck’s fingers were laced into Raleigh’s hair as he kissed her so hard, her mouth parted, slipping his tongue into her mouth. His hands wandered down her back, pulling her hips, her body, her chest as close to him as possible. Beck pushed him onto the couch, straddling him with her legs over his hips, his arousal pressing against her.

“Beck.” Raleigh said breathlessly, his eyes devouring her hungrily. “I want you.” Beck declared, tossing off her costume props and his as well. In between kisses, she tugged at his jacket, insisting he pull it off. He quickly pulled it off and she unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it aside to reveal perfect abs.

“God, can you be anymore hot?” She accidentally said out loud, causing a belly-laugh from Raleigh. Her eyes widened in horror, until she stopped his laughs with a kiss. “Shut up, I’m trying to be sexy.”

“You already are.” His voice was almost a low growl, his eyes hot on her as she kissed down his neck and down to his chest. He let out hot, heavy breathes as her lips traveled down his abs and past his belly button and over to his belly button. “Beck.” He said hungrily as her lips hovered over his arousal, planting a soft kiss their, her breath hot through his jeans. As she undid his belt buckle, he stopped her hands. He flipped her over to lay down on the couch. He hiked her dress up past her belly button, pressing soft kisses on her breast over her dress and down to her bare skin. Beck whimpered in desire as he pressed his lips to her inner thigh, dangerously close to her panties. He paused at her delicate spot, looking up at her past her legs and into her eyes. Beck continued to whimper, begging him with her eyes to continue. He kissed her through the fabric of her panties, feeling her warmth and knowing she was already wet for him. He kissed her softly a few more times, teeth nipping at the lace fabric.

“Raleigh.” Beck said breathlessly. “Please.”

He moved up from her legs and used an arm to support himself over her, his eyes staring deep into hers and lips dangerously close. “Please what?”

Beck didn’t say anything, only letting out a low moan and bucking her hips against his, both of them hot against each other. Raleigh lowered himself into her ear. “Say it.”

Beck ran her fingers through his hair. “I want you, please.”

“Oh, you want me make you cum?” Raleigh asked as he pressed his fingers against the fabric of her panties, feeling for her soft spot. “Mmhm.” Beck nodded, bucking into his touch. She was desperate. Raleigh smiled, leaning forward and kissing her. “Not yet.”

Beck’s jaw fell. “What?”

“I want it to be special for you.” He got off of her, buttoning up his shirt. “You’re drunk. I won’t take advantage of you.”

“But Raleigh-” Beck was desperate, scrambling over to him as she pressed her hands to his chest. “I want you now.”

Raleigh cupped her cheek and kissed her long and hard, pulling away at the right time to leave her wanting more. “That’s all you’re going to get...for now.”

#playchoices #platinum #raleigh x mc #raleigh carrera

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sagi-andherthoughts · 5 years

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A Night to Remember

Summary: The event of the year is here! And as preparations, uninvited guests and dancing ensues, sparks will fly and certain feelings will be revealed (maybe).

Pairing: Bill Weasley x Female!OC

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: I know I know I’m very very late with this part 2 and I’m sorry!!! I’m just such a procrastinator and things have been so hectic lately. Anyways I’ve left the ending on the cliffhanger, and I’m sure if I’m gonna continue or not because I’m actually (maybe) planning on doing a series inspired by my MC’s adventures. I’ll let you guys know.

Link to Part 1

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Viviane’s Dress:

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After successfully inviting Rowan to the ball as my date, I was summoned back to the Great Hall by Andre, who was excited to show me my clothing options. I owned a couple of dresses and skirts in my wardrobe, but none seemed fitting for what would be the grandest event of the year. And after seeing what Hogwart’s Style Wizard could do, I was looking forward to what he came up with.

The Hall was empty except for myself and Andre, and even from the entrance I could see three mannequins in the front, each with a different dress on them.

“Andre, how did you get everyone to leave so fast?”

“A little magic perhaps?” He joked. “Just kidding, once everyone heard it was for you, they cleared out pretty quickly.”

“Well that’s nice of them. So what are my options?” I looked over to the mannequins and was immediately stunned by the beauty of the dresses. One was a dark blue with stars and constellations woven into the fabric, sparkling and twinkling as if they were real. The second one was a deep maroon with a ruffled tiered bottom and white patterns running across the neckline. The final one was a green cold-shoulder dress with a short slit opening in the middle, and pink petals running down the dress to make it seemed like they were falling.

Seemingly satisfied by my reaction, Andre smiled and waved a hand about dramatically like he was presenting.

“Take your pick Curse-Breaker.”

I walked over and touched each of the dresses, feeling the softness of the fabric under my fingertips. “They are all gorgeous Andre. But…I just feel like they still lack something.” I bit my lip, afraid that my comment had upset him, but to my surprise he had a smile on his face.

“I thought you would say that Viviane, so that’s why I saved the best for last.” He walked over to the corner of the room, where a room divider was set up to form a makeshift changing space, and wheeled another mannequin out.

I gasped as soon as I took a look.

The dress on the mannequin was simply stunning. It was an A-line grey tulle dress with delicate lacing on the bodice. It was also off-the-shoulder and had a sweetheart neckline, helping to show off the right amount of skin without being too risqué.

“Oh Andre.” My hands covered my wide open mouth. “This dress is beautiful.”

“What are you waiting for then?” He was practically pushing me towards the changing space. “Go put it on.”

I quickly changed out of my uniform, and as soon as I put on the dress, I knew that it was the one. I didn’t know how Andre found out my measurements, but it fitted me perfectly, flaring out at my waist and hugged my chest just right. He must truly be a style wizard.

I walked out, cheeks slightly reddening. “So? What do you think?”

“Wow Viviane, you’re going to turn a few heads tonight.” He whistled admiringly. “Twirl around a bit would you?”

I did as he asked, giggling when the dress twirled in a perfect circle, making me feel like one of those ladies in a Jane Austen book going to a soiree.

“You’re a miracle worker Andre, how will I ever thank you?”

“Do the dress justice Curse-Breaker, and that will be enough.”

I went back to change, and as I hugged the dress close to my body to go back to my room, I’ve never felt more excited for the ball.

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The 4th year girls were all scrambling around like mad, screaming and shouting every time someone occupied the bathrooms for too long. The girls’ dorm was a mess of makeup, dresses, shoes, and jewellery flying about, and I coughed as some powder flew into my face.

Rowan was in another bathroom getting ready, and we both agreed to meet at the Great Hall instead of going together to keep the surprise, even though I had already seen her dress. I wiped the powder from my face and dusted them off my dress, then proceeded to put my black hair up into a chignon bun that brushed the nape of my neck. For the finishing touch, I also put on some light lip gloss.

While looking at my reflection in the mirror with satisfaction, I also had to fight the urge to run my hands through my hair and untangling them as a mix of nervousness and excitement started to pool in my stomach. I took a few deep breaths, calming down enough to step out of the bathroom, allowing another girl to race through me and go inside.

I exited the Hufflepuff Common Room and started to make my way to the Hall, catching a few glances and looks on the way as my silver sandals clacked against the floors of the castle. My face began heating up as the looks continued as this was the first time I dressed up this much.

The Ball was already at the full-blown level of activity when I entered, a cacophony of laughter and noises and endless twirls of satin and silk and cotton filled the entire place. Some were standing and chatting, some were munching on the food and refreshments, while others were already swaying to the lively music.

“Viviane!” From a distance, I heard my name got called. When I turned, it was Rowan who was walking towards me. “You look absolutely brilliant! I’ve been telling everyone that you’re my date, I hope that’s all right? I’m just so excited!”

“Of course it’s ok! And you look smashing as well. But I got to see your dress beforehand so I knew you would.”

“Just look at you two.” This time, it was Ben who appeared, more confident thanks to the “Maximus Confidencia” charm. “I’m afraid you might be too adorable for your own good.”

“I’m so glad that you talked us into going to the Ball Viviane, and thanks to Andre, I’ve been getting compliments from everyone.”

“I’ll second that, everyone wants my hat!”

“I’m so happy to hear that. And Rowan?” I turned to my best witch. “I’m sorry that I forced you to go at first and not listen to how you feel. I’ve never seen you so crossed with me, I should have been a better friend.”

In response, she put a hand on my bare shoulder and gave a reassuring smile. “Hey, it all worked out, so there’s no use living in the past yeah? Let’s just enjoy tonight.”

At that moment, Penny in her white and yellow ensemble walked over, looking as beautiful as ever. “Apologies guys, I need to steal Viviane for a moment.” I followed her with a promise that I’ll be back shortly, and we ended up near the night sky dance floor.

“It may sound corny, but I feel like you’ve been part of my Celestial Ball journey from the start!”

“Of course Penny! You deserve to be the head of the committee, you did a fantastic job.”

At that moment, Professor Dumbledore took to the front and cleared his throat, gaining the attention of everybody.

“Students, may I have your attention please? I would like to recognize Professor Flitwick for stepping in to lead the Celestial Ball committee’s decorating efforts. Also, I would like to recognize Penny Haywood, head of the decorating committee. The Great Hall never looked as stellar! Enjoy the ball, everyone!”

“Look at that.” I turned to Penny. “You got mentioned in front of everyone.”

“Oh I could explode with joy right now!” The blonde next to me was practically smiling from ear to ear. She then turned her head around to take in the atmosphere, abruptly stopping when her eyes went to the large front door. “Merlin’s beard, is that Bill?”

My head whipped around faster than a lightning crack, and indeed entering the hall was the handsome Weasley that had been plaguing my mind since the day I found out I have feelings for him. My eyes were drawn to his figure, which wasn’t in his uniform as usual, but in a classic suit with a deep red shirt. As he approached, I also noticed that he had on a grey waistcoat, the same shade as my dress.

‘Andre you sly wizard.’ I began to blush as I realized that he must have deliberately colour-coordinated our outfits, and couldn’t help the erratic beating of my heart as he walked closer.

He came to a stop in front of Penny and I, widening his eyes when he looked at me. I started to become even more self-conscious under his appraising gaze, and had to mentally stop myself from reaching up and tugging at the loose hair strands brushing my neck.

“Bill! You came by after all.”

“I promised Rowan I would after all.” He smiled. “You look absolutely fantastic by the way.”

I fingered a hair strand as the butterflies came. “Thank you, Andre helped with me with the dress. You looked handsome too.”

“Andre insisted I changed into something nicer. Something about the outfit making the wizard.” He weaved a hand through his fiery hair sheepishly. I wondered if he realized we were basically matching. Penny must have, because as she stood next to us, she kept looking at us back and forth and had a knowing smirk on her face.

“Oh no.” Penny groaned as a flash of pink caught my eye. “What are you doing here?”

Emily Tyler, that bloody witch, sauntered over in her usual horrendously pink outfit and smug face.

“I came to see if your decoration theme turned out better than mine would have. It didn’t.” She eyed the hall in disdain, making my blood started to boil a little. “But mostly, I was looking for Bill and saw him walk in here.” At that, my blood immediately went from hot to cold.

“Looking for me? Why?” Bill was as confused as we all were.

“To rescue you from these kids so we can spend some time together.”

“Kids?” I didn’t try to hide the sarcasm in my voice. “We’re not that much younger than you, Emily.”

Bill looked back to her, still having this confused and incredulous look on his face. “You want to spend time with me, Emily?”

“Yes, I made a mistake rejecting you, Bill. And I don’t make mistakes often. So let’s get away from this Celestial Ball nonsense you’ve gotten involved in. We can go to Three Broomsticks for Butterbeer. What do you say?” Emily looked at him up and down, definitely realizing how handsome he was.

“I say…” My eyes kept darting between them both, and as I saw Bill mull over the idea, my heart began to sink. Of course he’s going to say yes, how could he not? Emily is gorgeous and feisty and Bill used to have the biggest crush on her. I was wrong to even hope that there was something more between us, he probably said what he said when I was struggling to find a date to encourage me.

I hung my head and bit my lip in anticipation of his sure reply, one which will definitely break my heart.

“Not if you were the last witch on the planet, Emily. You’ve been too rude to my friends and to me.”

Wait…what?

I flung my head up, totally shocked by his reply. And I wasn’t the only one with a wide-open gape.

“If you’ll excuse me, I see Rowan.” He gave us one last satisfying smile, and proceeded to walk briskly to the girl in the blue dress standing by the fireplace. All three of us followed his figure, still surprised by what he said, but this time I had a wide smile on my face.

“Bill would rather spend time with Rowan Khanna than me? Even if I were the last witch on the planet?”

“Wasn’t ‘Planets’ your decorating theme?” I couldn’t help but added. “I much prefer Penny’s stars.”

“I’ll walk you out, Emily. And by the way, nice hair.” Now Penny was the one with the smug look on her face, completely enjoying the event that just happened.

The pink witch was visibly taken aback by our reaction, and she wasn’t sure how to respond. “Now I’m the one not sure if you’re being sarcastic or not.”

After the Emily Tyler debacle, the night went on without a hitch. We enjoyed the food and chatted before going to the dance floor and dancing to the music. Rowan and I danced to some Celestina Warbeck, and our whole group joined together when “Livin’ On A Prayer” came on. Thanks to some of the Muggleborn and Half-blood students lending their several records, we were able to enjoy both Wizard and Muggle music.

After a while, I felt myself breathing hard from dancing and laughing so much, so I decided to retire to the refreshments table, sipping a cup of chilled Butterbeer and munching on mini Cauldron Cakes. I was in the middle of stifling a laugh seeing Ben trying to do the Moonwalk when out of the corner of my eyes I saw Bill walking towards me with a wide smile on his face.

“I never thought dances can be so fun.” He leaned back on the table trying to catch his breath.

“I know, it’s a welcoming change from the usual.” We stood there for a while, simply talking about anything and everything, when I heard the music change into a slow and mellow song. People on the dance floor began pairing up immediately, and after the first few notes I recognized it to be Endless Love by Lionel Richie and Diana Ross.

“This is my favourite song.” Already I was humming along and tapping my foot silently.

“Oh? Then,” Bill suddenly turned to me, bowing and offering his hand. “Can I have this dance?”

I was motionless for a second before my brain finally caught up. I smiled and took his hand in mine. “I would be delighted.”

We were on the dance floor once more, but this time his hands were circled around my waist while mine wounded together on the back of his neck and we were so close that I was afraid Bill could hear the erratic beating of my heart.

It took a moment for us to learn each other’s rhythms, but once we did we soon found ourselves lost in our own world, a world of starry skies and twinkling lights. This was my first time dancing with Bill, so inevitably I was very nervous, and found myself avoiding his gaze.

“A galleon for your thoughts?” It was his voice that drew me back to the blues of his eyes.

I shrugged my shoulders. “Oh you know, the usual: classes, Cursed Vaults, Emily Tyler.” I might have whispered the last part under my breath, but he heard me nonetheless.

“Emily Tyler?” He raised his eyebrows. “Why?”

“Well,” I momentarily released one hand from his neck to play with the loose strands of my bun, trying to act nonchalant. “I was just wondering why you turned her down earlier. You used to fancy her a lot.”

“The keywords in that sentence is ‘used to’ Viviane.” He chuckled. “I fancied her once, yes. But ever since I found out her true nature and how she treated people my feelings for her began to fade. Besides,” Bill leaned closer to me, so close that our foreheads were almost touching. “There’s someone else on my mind now.”

I would have choked and died if I had not reminded myself to breathe. Would it be too absurd, too unbelievable, for me to think that he might be referring to me? To think that William Arthur Weasley, the coolest Prefect and skilled dueller of Hogwarts who I’m sure most girls fawn over, fancies Viviane Themis Albion, the troublemaking Curse-Breaker in search of her missing, possibly mad brother?

“Oh?” My throat suddenly became very dry, and I had to swallow several times to try and form coherent words and sentences. “And do I happen to know this person?”

Bill didn’t answer my question immediately, opting to give me a smirk instead, his blue eyes alight as if he enjoys keeping me in the dark. He quickly turned around to scan the room, and once satisfied he raised a hand to stop my fingers from playing with the hair strands, and tucked them behind my ears, making my cheeks heat up.

He leaned down and whispered into my ear. “Why don’t we get out of here and find out?”

The song stopped.

#hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mystery mc #bill weasley #bill weasley x oc #bill weasley x mc #bill weasley x jacob's sibling #hogwarts mystery celestial ball #hphm #hphm fanfiction

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the-writerly-night-owl · 5 years

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New Beginnings

Book: The Elementalists

Pairing: Beckett Harrington x MC (Ellie)

Summary: It’s wedding time and this is how it goes!

Authors Note: @ernestsinclairs Thank you for letting me use some of your ideas! I never thought of writing a wedding story until I read your ideas and absolutely love it! So this ones for you!

Tag List!: @flyawayboo @queen-among-writers @cosigottahavefaith @am-i-invisible777 @countrymusicandncis-blog @fluffy-cat-whisper @melodyofgraves @symonde

September 22 was a big day for Ellie as she tried very hard not to squeal out in delight. Her body practically quivering in excitement as she sat as still as she could. Shreya making finishing touches on her hair before backing off.

“Alright done,” she said as she smiled proud of herself. “Want to look at yourself?”

“I shouldn’t,” said Ellie as she bit her bottom lip. “But I totally should, right?”

Shreya shook her head as she swiveled the chair around as she clapped her hands in delight at what she saw. The side braid and elegant twist in the back. The Harrington family tiara firmly in place with the veil flowing behind her. Her great great grandmother’s necklace adorned her neck as she gently touched it.

“It looks beautiful,” she said as she gave her friend a side hug before turning her attention to her dress which would go on next.

It was today, September 22, was Ellie officially becoming Mrs. Harrington as she refrained herself from yelling across the hall she was getting married. It was exciting as she was marrying the right man for her as smiled just thinking about him. The thought of being nervous never crossed her mind.

She glanced at the clock to see it was only one as she had one hour until she was married. It was going to slow today.

Ellie nodded as she glanced out at the view from the window. It was gorgeous here, she thought, glad that chose this location. Beckett’s family really wanted them to marry in one of their ancestral familial estates as tradition called for. The first being in Wiltshire, England where the family originally came from. The other in Cape Cod Massachusetts where the family first landed with the pilgrims. Choice number two sounded perfect. Especially when she learned that it was a mansion that over looked the beach and they had the perfect time at sunset.

Around her the other girls were getting ready as Ellie was the last to get her dress on. Breath, she thought, she was getting married today. She turned to see her bridesmaids zipping each other up into their gowns. Then once they were in their purple gowns did they turn to her.

“Alright Ellie it’s your turn,” said Katrina as she pulled the gown hanging from next to the window.

Together she and Shreya helped her step into the most gorgeous she had ever seen. It was handmade, never in her dreams had she thought of a handmade wedding dress, and it was all hers. The gown made of fairy spun silk and embedded with tiny raindrop crystals. The skirt full and there was a three foot long train.

“My brother is going to pass out when he sees you,” said Katrina as she wiped her eyes. “I don’t think I’ll even get a better wedding gown then this one day.”

“Let’s get me married,” she said as she headed toward the door. Ellie was getting married to the man she loves and nothing would stop her.

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Beckett Harrington smoothed his jacket and adjusted the cuffs on his sleeve once again. He was already down near where the ceremony was being set up. Everything was cleaned to where he could see his own reflection in the floor. Candles were everywhere as the ever-burning wicks being lite. Flowers were everywhere as an old clock ticked closer and closer to the time.

“Beckett are you okay?” asked Griffin as he put his hand on his shoulder.

At the slightest touch did Beckett turn to face his friend before slumping into a nearby chair.

“Is everything okay?” he asked if a bit in a snappy way. “I’m getting married in less then an hour and I’m nervous then ever. I want everything to be perfect, but we had to tone down some of the more magical elements since some of the family Ellie invited is attuneless. My dad decided to invite a couple of his business associates. My ring bearer is my cousin I don’t even like because I can’t use my pet Arylu, Odin.”

Griffin looked surprised but awkwardly put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay Beckett, think about the honeymoon instead. You guys are going to Cordonia right?”

“We’re going to Rome,” said Beckett as he buried his face in his hands. “I just wanted this to be perfect and I feel like I lost control.”

“Hey hey, you’re doing great actually. As your best man everything is under control, just because it’s not you in charge doesn’t mean we don’t know what we’re doing,” said Griffin as he sat down next to him. “This part is supposed to be relaxing since you’re supposed to do nothing. I have your rings; did you practice your vows?”

Wordlessly Beckett nodded as he could recite those in his sleep. He took a breath as he wished the day was already over. That he was already on a private plane over the Atlantic to see the forum, colosseum, and have sex every night for a while.

“Listen, Beckett you got this. There’s no looking back and trying to fix everything until it’s perfect you just roll with it. You love Ellie and she loves you and that’s what matters, not what the perfect flower arrangement is. Go up there and marry her. Now what’s up with the ring bearer?”

Beckett only rolled his eyes. “It’s my cousin Jasper’s son, he likes to terrorize the pets and almost caused Odin’s back leg to break. Sure, he’s only eight but I’ve heard it’s gotten worse and Jasper won’t control him.”

“Ouch, I’ll keep that in mind and keep them away from you whenever I can,” he said.

“Griffin,” said Beckett as he looked over at him. “Thanks, I needed that talk, thanks for helping and doing a good job.”

“We’re good,” he said but before he could say anything else there was a knock on the door.

The backdoors to the area where they had set up opened as Katrina poked her head in. Her smile wide as he knew what that meant. Griffin patted him on the shoulder as they went to line up with the girls. Beckett closed his eyes as he took another breath, this was it.

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Beckett’s cousin, Fitzwilliam entered with Katrina on his arm.

Then Shreya next to Zeph.

Atlas walked with Griffin next to her.

Beckett watched as the bridesmaids and the groomsmen entered as he caught his breath. Following Atlas and Griffin was the ringbearer. Then the flower girl scattered petals as she waved to her mother.

Finally did Ellie walk down in a gown that Beckett could feel his jaw drop and his heart skip. She looked stunning as a smile never left her face. Her foster father walking down with her as her face lite up as she saw him for the first time today. Ellie seemed to be radiating warmth and sunshine around her as she kissed her dad and then stood next to him.

She grinned at him as Beckett began to feel weak at the knees the way she smiled at him. They took hands as his fingers intertwined with hers. Then turned to listen to the speech from the justice of the peace.

“A wedding is such a wonderful occasion filled with hopes, dreams and excitement.…”

Ellie glanced over at Beckett as he was soaking in the words. He looked so serious standing there as he shifted as she could see his nerves. Gently she squeezed his hand as Beckett grinned at her. Her gesture made him brighten up as her heart fluttered. There was no way this day could go wrong as she wanted to kiss him now.

The justice of the peace gestured for Beckett to start with his vows.

“Ellie, when I first met you I was determined not to like you. I know I can be difficult, I'm selfish and proud and impossibly hard to get close to. I'm well aware that I'm not the most likable person. What happened next was a complete surprise because you genuinely saw me for who I really am. You helped break down my barriers. Because of you I’ve become a different man, caring and more secure of who I am. You’re the reason why I get up every morning just to see your beautiful smile. The way your eyes light up, you’re warm and bright like sunshine in a person. I can’t wait to start a life and a family with you Ellie. I choose you to be my wife this day and forevermore.”

He grinned at her as Ellie tried not to cry. She took a breath as she looked at him forgetting that they had an audience.

“Beckett, there’s not much I can say that can top that,” she started with a small giggle. “I know that I love you and that these feelings will never change. For as long as I’ve known you, you have always been that person I could talk to. There is little to say that you haven’t already heard, and little to give that is not already freely given. I love you and I want you to be the person that I wake up next to every morning.”

The justice of the peace smiled as Griffin handed over the rings as they exchanged their final vows.

“Beckett do you take Ellie to be your lawful wedded wife?”

“I do.” With that he pushed a ring on her finger as that warmth in her belly bubbled. It was one of his families rings that she was proud to wear that was made of diamonds and sapphires.

“Do you Ellie, take Beckett to be your lawful wedded husband?”

“I do,” she said as she did the same with his ring.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss.”

With that they eagerly kissed each other as her arms wrapped around his shoulders and his hands on her waist. Behind them cheered echoed through the building as they headed toward the door. This wasn’t an ending, it was a new beginning with a new adventure just ahead.

#beckett harrington x mc #beckett x mc #beckett harrington #the elementalists #choices: the elementalists #playchoices fanfiction #playchoices #choices you play #choices: stories you play #choices stories you play #choices

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mysme-hcs · 6 years

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I hope you're taking requests. Can you write this scenario (which is slightly AU-ish) where within the first few days (like Day 2-4), MC puts up a video/link to a video where she's speaking to the RFA members directly and she sings a song for them. It's the first time the RFA members see MC's face. What are their reactions? What might they say? Thank you~

I just did the RFA (no Jihyun rip) because I couldn’t really see how the others would work in this particular situation, but if you wanna alter the request a bit for the others, you’re more than welcome to!

Just a PSA that I adore this request omg i hope I did it justice :)

Zen:-You were curious about his singing since Jaehee was raving about it. So you asked for a link to the video Seven made popular-he was good, but you noticed some of his shorter notes were too pitched almost? So you brought it up in the chatroom, also recommending he strengthened his vibrato a little during the lower notes and shared some of your own tips for singing-But since you didn’t think he didn’t understand what you meant and thought you were just pushing him around, you recorded a demonstration song and posted it to UTube-”here’s what I meant. Sorry if it sounded like I was being rude,” you rambled on in the video. -Now LISTEN-he’s so shocked when he sees the video not because you’re absolutely gorgeous,,,,,but because you have a beautiful voice as well-he calls you to rave about it, and sends the video to everyone he knows because you deserve more exposure-good ending? if you want it, this is probably what kickstarts your career in singing and boosts your popularity. Zen also thinks you’re a million times cuter and has the video downloaded onto his phone so he can watch it over and over again~

Jaehee:-in one of the first phone calls you shared, she complimented you on your talking voice and asked if you’d ever considered singing.-You hadn’t, but she was so stressed so you thought it’d be a nice gesture to sing her something! The thought of it gave you mild anxiety, but you pushed through it and managed to record something! It was short and sweet, a cutesy little song that reminded you of her~-After a meeting so long she thought she was going to die, Jumin mentioned to her that MC posted a video in the chat, and that you sounded really good! So naturally she sprinted to the breakroom and immediately pasted in the link, smiling when she saw you for the first time. Who knew her new-found friend would be so pretty?-Her heart warmed when she saw it was your first video because you’d actually taken her advice!! she feels so important to you and special aahhhdkfjsdkfjks-she is so so so proud of you. “Posting that took a lot of courage, MC, and I’m very glad you thought of me. Thank you, your voice is rather beautiful :)”

Jumin:-It was during one of the midnight chats-he asked you why you were up so late, and you told him it was because you couldn’t quite get this song right-even though he eventually had to go to bed, he told you he’d really like to hear the finished project once you finished the parts you were struggling with-but he didn’t know you were trying to write the song, which is what made it a thousand times more impressive when he viewed the video a couple hours after it was posted-maybe it was because the song was so soft that made you prettier, but you also looked…cozy. You had a spot set up in the corner of your room with star string lights as the only light in the dark room, and you were in pajama shorts and a baggy shirt. The intimate setting sent a shiver down his spine, he felt like he could reach through the screen and touch your soft hair and wipe the mascara smudges away from underneath your sleepy eyes.-It was that video that drew him to you specifically-you were so lovely….he couldn’t help wanting to know you better-but for now he’d just leave his praise in the chatroom…and instruct 707 to quietly spread the video around to get you the views you deserved

707:-He knew you had a UTube channel and he JOKINGLY asked you to sing a song just for him. And MAYBE it happened to be one of his favorite songs….-He just wasn’t expecting you to do it so cutely? Watching you dance around singing was a c r i t i c a l h i t to the redhead hacker’s heart-Seven immediately downloads it to every device he has-he knew he wasn’t supposed to be flirting with you, but how could he not after that?-knowing you’re that cute probably,,,makes him act a tad more tsundere towards you while you’re locked together in the apartment oops.-but all in all, your voice is one of his favorite things about you. He’s always had a thing for music, but your voice is so…full of emotion. Sometimes you’ll whirl around in the kitchen spitting lyrics with so much fury he’s terrified, othertimes you’ll be singing words so sweetly to him that he’ll just start fuckin cryin-his heart breaks everytime you sing a sad song but if you ever decide you wanna make music as a job, he’s definitely got your back

Yoosung:-god, he couldn’t sleep. He was laying in bed for hours before he decided to enter the chatroom, shocked to see you still awake. It was nearly 2 a.m., you needed your sleep!-before he could scold you, you messaged him first.-”Oh Yoosung, good to see you! Can you check over this real quick and see if you like it?” You pasted the link to a UTube video in the chat, his thumb hovering over the link before opening it in the app-He didn’t recognize the channel name nor your face since you’d used a username, but he did enjoy it quite a lot!-in fact, he fell asleep that night to your pretty voice. You thought he didn’t like your video, hence the lack of response, but the next morning he doesn’t understand it’s your channel until he sees Zen and Jaehee flippin out in the chat oops-he has a UTube channel of his own, too! He doesn’t post anything except a couple LOLOL videos, but his friends are subscribed to him-so when you post a song dedicated to him after he asks you out, they all see it-and,,,are kinda jealous that Yoosung has such a cute and talented pre-girlfriend?-it’s ADORABLE okay please give this boy cuddles and sing him songs he’ll cry

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scgdoeswhat · 6 years

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20 Years Later

Prompt: Round 43 of #ChoicesCreates: 20 Years Later, hosted by @dopecatcollins and @theroyalwreck.

Summary: Jake reflects on his own life and his decisions that have brought him to this point, 20 years after escaping La Huerta. (Jake x F!MC)

Rating: PG-13 (Primarily swearing)

Words: 1,613

Author’s Notes: This turned out to be more of a character study of Jake and it completely deviated from the original outline I had planned. This is also my first fic for Endless Summer (and Choices, in general) so I hope I did the characters justice. No Beta used. Jake and co. belong to Pixelberry, while OCs, some backstory, and plot belong to me. Thanks for reading and I’d love to hear your feedback!

Jake McKenzie walked out of his beachfront shack and towards his hammock, beer in hand, ready to relax and do absolutely nothing on his day off. It had been 20 years since the asinine and unexplainable events of La Huerta. Time had slowly helped him cope with his emotional scars, though deep down, he knew it was more the whiskey and beer that helped numb everything so he could live.

“Live?” He scoffed. “Fuck that, more like barely survive,” he said to himself while taking a swig of the bottle of beer.

And survive he had. It’s what he was good at. In those years on the run prior to that fateful charter to La Huerta, he somehow was able to lay low in Costa Rica, procuring odd jobs without putting himself on the map. This was how he met his pseudo-boss, Manuel, who needed someone to help man a boat after his original worker could not make it that day for one reason or another. Jake had been on the docks, waiting for any opportunity, when he heard Manuel cursing up a storm about losing a couple grand because of that puta madre. That day on the docks started a fruitful partnership that allowed him to obtain Delilah and he was always thankful for the friendship, not to mention Manuel’s lack of questioning over his past.

“‘La Huerta, was it really 20 years ago?’” he thought, eyes looking out over the sparkling ocean.

Ironically, time for Jake meant almost nothing to him these days. Days blended into weeks, weeks into months… hell, he didn’t even know what date it was. He just knew when to come in and earn his pay check.

Apparently the time spent on that damn island didn’t mean much to the outside world either. While he and the rest of the group were busy bouncing around the space-time continuum, fighting sea monsters, and altogether not trying to get killed, one week had passed by the time he returned to Costa Rica. One whole fucking week.

Jake chugged the rest of his beer as he reflected, dropping the empty bottle into the sand. It was going to be one of those days.

“Good thing I brought out the fresh bottle of Jack,” he mused, allowing himself to drown in the memories.

He closed his eyes and the first thing that entered his mind was Her. His Princess. The way she sauntered into his life, commanding his attention and respect. The way her smile lit up the whole room. The way her eyes lit up whenever she looked at him. It felt like a lifetime ago. In reality, it was.

His eyes squinted open, frowning as he blindly felt for the bottle underneath the hammock. Unscrewing the cap, he took a big gulp of the amber liquid, relishing the masochistic burn down his throat, not unlike the memories that burned into his mind.

Jake had loved her. Who was he kidding? He still did. They were soulmates. He never believed in such foolishness until she walked into his cockpit. He initially wrote it off as a passing fancy. Who wouldn’t have wanted her? She was a smoking hot, barely legal college co-ed with a mouth on her.

He smirked, “’What a mouth, indeed.’”

As much as he loved the carnal nature of their relationship, it went far beyond the intense physical attraction. He didn’t know how or when it happened, but she had broken down his walls and firmly planted herself in his heart. He loved her so much that he knew he had no business being with someone so amazing. There was nothing he could offer her. A life on the run? Always hiding and looking behind their backs? That was no life. It would have been a prison for her and he couldn’t be the one responsible if something happened.

So Jake did what he did best. He ran. After the group escaped the island, they found themselves, much to his luck, in Cuba. He told her he was still wanted and couldn’t go back, especially now that Lundgren was MIA. He wanted her to finish her degree; to make a life for herself. She told him he was her life.

He remembered grabbing her after she said that, kissing her passionately and pouring every emotion he had into it. They made love – multiple times – that night while waiting for the US authorities to gain clearance in order to pick them up.

It was the cowardly way out, he knew, leaving in the middle of the night. If he had stayed, there was no way he would have been able to say no to her. He had somehow been able to contact his boss and thanks to a few favors called in, he was on his way back to Costa Rica before she would even wake up.

That was the last time he saw her or anyone from the group, aside from that one time 15 years ago when Estela (how the hell did she find him anyway) searched him out, only to call him weak and a bastard for leaving Her in that manner. He had nothing to say except that she was right. Estela never bothered him after that.

He kept tabs on the group periodically through years: Sean went on to have a hall of fame NFL career, all the while with Michelle by his side. She wasn’t just a trophy wife, either, as she completed medical school and residency from Stanford. Craig and Zahra went on to be reality stars (total wtf), winning globe-trotting, adventure seeking shows with Craig’s “Chyeah!” becoming a pop culture phenomenon. Raj became a heralded celebrity chef, with his own show and slew of restaurants.

Aleister proved that he wasn’t the dick that betrayed them on the island. He was a silent donor to many philanthropic causes, dismantling Rourke Enterprises in the process. There was no need to worry financially anyway, as Grace was even more successful than her mother. Last he heard of Diego, he was able to use some “discarded” technology from Aleister and Grace that allowed him to be with Varyyn. (Hell if he even began to try and understand how that worked.) Quinn became a successful author, writing fantastical tales about a group of kids stranded on an island, including a girl who became possessed through the island’s power.

Jake waited to see what his Princess was going to do to shake up the world. She graduated… and nothing. It wasn’t until a couple months after Estela found him that something finally popped up.

“Delacroix Heir Surprise Wedding.”

His mind went numb at the memory of finding out she married some Richie Rich, stick up his ass, wannabe actor, trust fund baby who lived off of daddy’s money. At the time, he couldn’t stop himself from reading the blurb on whatever stupid blog site. The post detailed the elopement as best as it could, but more importantly, had a picture of the happy couple. He stared at the photograph. She was as gorgeous as ever, wearing some expensive Italian designer’s strapless number.

Her face told a different story. She held a smile, sure, but he saw it never reached her eyes. Or did it? Maybe his eyes were just interpreting the picture into what he wanted to believe. It didn’t matter anyway. He lost any right or claim to her the night he left. He stopped keeping tabs on everyone after that.

“’It was for the best. That guy’s been able to give her the life she deserved to have,’” he thought to himself, taking another drink. He closed his eyes, drifting off to an uneasy slumber, nowhere near as drunk as he would have liked to have been.

Jake is awakened some time later (one hour, two hours? Who the fuck knows?) by the sound of someone yelling.

“¡Oye, Lobo!”

The half-asleep man rubs his eyes as he sits up groggily.

“¡LOBO! ¿Dónde estás?”

“Manny, calmate. I’m over here. What’s up?”

“’What’s up…?’ Ayyy…” Manuel starts rapidly muttering in Spanish under his breath, with Jake barely making out a few words, including puta and mierda. The Costa Rican man takes a deep breath, glaring at the best pilot he’s ever had on staff.

“Where’s your mobile. I’ve been calling you for the last hour. Ricky esta enfermo. Necesitas que trabajar hoy.”

“Manny. It’s my day off. Come on, man.”

“Lo siento, Lobo. Big money today. I’ll give you cincuenta por ciento. She’s paying $10,000 for basic scenic shit.”

Jake’s eyebrows shot up and his eyes widened after doing the quick math. $5,000 would go a long way. He rubbed a hand over his face.

“Yeah, okay, I’ll do it. What time?”

“Una hora,” Manuel smiled as he continued, “la chica es muy linda tambien, go clean yourself up, cabrón. Cuando fue la ultima vez que tuviste la concha?”

Jake flicked him off as he went into his place, hearing his boss’ laugh reverberating through the open air.

“’I guess there’s a reason why I didn’t get stinkin’ drunk today,’” Jake contemplated. “Few grand for a couple hours work ain’t bad at all.

He walked towards the helipad, spotting a solitary figure close to the helicopter… and what a nice figure it was. She had these long and smooth legs, a nice ass, trim waist, with hair that cascaded down her back. She looked deep in thought and didn’t hear him approach.

“Excuse me, miss?” He turned on the charm as he addressed her. “Hi, I’ll be your pilot today. I’m – “

She whipped around, but the world had gone into slow motion for him.

“Jake???”

“Princess???”

FIN.

#jake mckenzie #jake x mc #endless summer fanfic #jake mckenzie fanfic #choices fanfiction #endless summer #playchoices #playchoices fanfic #choices fanfic #choicescreates #fanfic #choicescreates43 #scg writes

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ijustwant2write · 7 years

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Love is blind, literally-Happy Lowman x Blind!Reader One Shot

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Summary: This was requested by @mettejeppsen: ‘Hello again! 😄 A request where reader is Tara’s friend from college and comes to visit her in Charming. Happy starts to fall for reader but she is a very sweet girl and she’s also blind (from an accident when she was young. Her vision is very blurry/foggy and she can only see rough shapes. Happy is very kind towards her and she falls for him too! Some fluff and maybe smut? Thank you again! 😘😄’

Characters: Happy Lowman x Blind!Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name (Y/H/L)= Your hair length (Y/H/C)= Your hair colour

Warnings: Bit of smut

A/N: Thought I would try to write in the third person, I always write with first and it seems easier to do to fit with this plot.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Happy watched as his brothers played pool in front of him, leaning against a wall and drinking a beer. It was no different from any other week. They would have church, some shit would go down, then bigger shit happened before they all returned home or to the clubhouse to have a drink. It had been relatively quiet for the Sons, though they welcomed it with a warm embrace.

The door to the clubhouse opened, Tara walking through and holding a woman’s hand. Happy took no notice, she would just be here to see Jax. He heard the women speaking to Jax and a couple of others, finally deciding to take a glance to see who Tara had dragged along. The Sons had seen how her friends and colleagues looked at them, would this one be any different?

However, he was very surprised as he spotted her. She stood so tall, so confidently next to the intimidating bikers. Her (Y/H/L), (Y/H/C) caught his eye first before scanning her body. Without thinking, he licked his lips, liking what he saw. But the only thing he couldn’t see was her face as she was wearing sunglasses. His smirk fell, wondering why she hadn’t taken them off yet. Enticed by her, he decided to join the group that was forming, wanting to check out this woman further.

Tara was introducing everyone.“Oh, and this is Happy. Happy, this is (Y/N).”

“Happy? I’ve never heard that name before. Sorry, I’m sure you hear that all the time.” the woman he now knew as (Y/N) smiled though wasn’t facing him.

“Isn’t it a bit dark to wear sunglasses?” he tried to joke.

Everyone around him looked at Happy in shock, some holding back snickers. He was confused, what had he done wrong? (Y/N) smiled, her shoulders started to shake as she laughed.

“Um, I guess it is. Well, the thing is, I’m basically blind.”

Happy’s eyes widened, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of that. He had been so distracted by how beautiful she was. Instead of getting offended, (Y/N) just kept on laughing, causing the others to join her. Just before Happy could apologise, Tara spoke first, announcing that they were leaving and would be back for the regular party that night.

The men stayed silent as the two ladies walked away, turning towards Happy as the door shut behind them. They all had a smirk on their faces, Happy didn’t like it. He just slumped away to his corner again, blocking out the teasing from his brothers.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“You know, I cant remember the last time I went to a party like this. Course I’ve been out to some events but never an MC party.” (Y/N) squealed in excitement, trying to stay still as Tara styled her hair.

“Let me just warn you, it’s a shock when you first go.” Tara admitted.

“Well I’ll have you there, promise to stay with me for most of the night?” (Y/N) held out her pinky finger, waiting for her friend to link hers through it.

“Most of the night?” Tara was confused.

“You don’t want to be stuck with me all night. Besides, I know how you and Jax don’t see each other all that much.”

“You’re damn right.” Jax swaggered into the room, standing behind Tara with his hands on her hips.

“That’s not the only reason, is it (Y/N)?” Tara teased as she finished readying her friend for the night ahead.

“If you’re implying that I want to be with Happy tonight, then you’re slightly wrong; I don’t know enough about him yet.”

“Believe me (Y/N), you won’t get a word out of him. He’s very…reserved.” Jax scoffed.“However, he is taking you to the party tonight.”

“Sorry?”

“Jax, do you think that’s a good idea? How is that going to work? Can’t we take the car?”

“Oh hell yeah! I’ve always wanted to ride a motorcycle!” (Y/N) exclaimed.“Loosen up a little Tara.”

“Yeah baby,” Jax kissed his girlfriend,“loosen up.”

“Jax, I may be shit at seeing things but I can still hear.”

Only ten minutes later, the three of them heard a bike pull up in their driveway. Tara held onto (Y/N)’s hand as usual, guiding her to Happy. She wasn’t sure about Happy’s intentions; the way he had looked at her earlier was obviously lust, (Y/N) was gorgeous, but would he really want to…want to sleep with her? Happy was a hard, cruel man though he wouldn’t mess with her would he? This wasn’t some weird kink of his?

“Happy, please be careful-”

“Tara, I’ll be absolutely fine. Ignore her Happy, I’ve been waiting to do something like this my whole life.”

Happy was taken back by her eagerness. (Y/N) may have not been able to see very well, but that never stopped her. After the dreadful accident, she realised she couldn’t live life as an introvert; yes it was very cliche, though in these sorts of cases, it was true. Many things had been effected by this, her work, her dating life, also everyday tasks. She likes to take risks now, going to an MC party was near the top of her list.

“Well hop on girl.” he said, hoping that hadn’t sounded creepy.

Jax lead the way, Tara clutching onto him as she worried for her friend. (Y/N) couldn’t help the giggles and whooping that escaped her mouth, this was exhilarating! She felt like she was flying, it was truly a Titanic moment. Who the fuck cared about being blind when you could still feel everything else? Happy couldn’t help but laugh with her, enjoying the feeling of her arms around him.

(Y/N) could hear the loud music blaring out of the clubhouse, the crowds of people must have been big from the amount of talking going on. The engine died down as they stopped, she felt a bigger hand taking hers. This definitely wasn’t Tara’s. Happy unclipped (Y/N)’s helmet gently, still unsure how to act around her.

“Thanks. You gonna take me inside? Buy me a drink?” she playfully nudged him.

“If that’s what you want.” Why wasn’t he being his smooth-self?

Everyone was a little surprised by (Y/N)’s appearance, these parties could get a little out of hand. How was she supposed to look after herself? But no one discriminated, it seemed that (Y/N) was the life and soul of the party. Tara tried to keep her under wraps, not wanting her to get hurt though could not control her. Tig kept handing her shots and she kept on taking them.

“(Y/N), don’t you think you’ve had enough?” Surprisingly it was Happy that stepped in.“Didn’t think you would want to even come to this party.”

She hiccuped.“And why not?”

“Thought it might be a bit scary for you.”

“Because I’m blind and I won’t know my surroundings or the people, blah, blah, blah. To be honest with you Happy, I’ve had a lot of fun so far, mainly because of you.” All night she had been with him. At first (Y/N) was worried that he would grow bored of her, run off with one of those 'croweaters’ Tara had mentioned in disgust. She even insisted that he be with his friends instead of hanging around with her. He refused profusely, genuinely interested in this woman. It was hard for him to approach people in a nice manner; he was either around guys like himself or women who just wanted sex. Perhaps it was her strong will to keep going on with life that attracted him to her as well as her looks.

(Y/N) could only see a very blurred image of Happy which disappointed her. His voice sounded so sexy, his torso was toned; if only she knew the full details. (Y/N) had asked Tara to describe him though she felt that her friend wasn’t doing him justice. When the tattoos were mentioned that only drew her in more.

“Really? People think I come off as threatening.”

“Happy,” she slowly reached out, finding his upper arm. Goddamn, those biceps,“they think that because they’ve only looked at you. That’s sort of a good thing when you’re blind, you don’t judge people by what they look like.”

Happy suddenly felt nervous.“(Y/N)? Would you come with me somewhere if I asked you?”

“Um, yeah. Where are we going?”

“I’ll tell you when we get there.”

Happy gently took her hand in his, helping her slide off the bat stool she was sat on. He cleared a path for her, shoving the crowds out of the way. Now it was (Y/N)’s turn to be nervous. Tara wouldn’t bring her to a place nor people she did not trust. By what was Happy wanting to do now? The music and chatter was now muffled, getting quotes. Happy could see she was starting to have second thoughts.

“I can take you back if-”

“No!” she blurted out.“Just keep going.”

A small smile appeared on his face as he placed his hand on her lower back, taking her into his room at the back of the clubhouse. He was so scared. Why? Cause he never usually did this, not like this anyway.

“Happy? Are we in another room? Where are we?” she asked as he closed the door behind him.

“We’re in my room, members have them here.” he tried to sound casual.

“Oh.” she was surprised.“Why are we here?” it suddenly dawned on her.“Are you…suggesting-”

“I knew this was a fucking bad idea.” he groaned, mostly to himself.

“Wait…I’m just a little confused. If you’re wanting to do what I think you are, why me?”

“What? That’s a fucking stupid question. Sorry, I’m not used to speaking like this.”

She waited for an explanation, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You don’t realise how beautiful you are, do you? I’m shit at all this sappy talk but I couldn’t believe what I saw when I walked in. You’re really interesting too, not like those bimbos out there.”

“Happy, come here.” (Y/N) demanded.

Hesitating for a second, he cautiously stood in front of her. Her hands reached out to find him, landing on his chest before gripping his cut. Pulling him towards her, she took off her glasses before kissing him hard. It had been so long since a man had complimented her like that, or even at all. Blindness was a fucking joke, limiting her of many things. But this was not going to be one of them.

Happy couldn’t help his hands roaming her body, wanting to feel every part of her he didn’t know yet. This felt different. Things were moving slowly between them, if this had been any other woman, she would already be stripped and lying on the bed ready for him. Not this time. He wouldn’t treat her that way.

Happy tried to talk between kisses.“Are you sure you want to do this? You’re drink and-”

“Happy,” (Y/N) pulled away,“I haven’t been with a man since before the accident. I’m nervous but…overwhelmed with happiness that you want to do this. Just fuck me, please, that’s all I’m asking.”

Happy smirked, hands gripping onto her butt.“Don’t you sorry babygirl, I’m gonna take good care of you tonight.”

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felicezhukov · 7 years

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:: Dear Nicolas Jaar ::

Its one of those days, I’ve just spilled my second pint of water, the first was earlier when I was waking up, lowering myself back into bed to write this letter to you, I called myself a stupid bitch when it happened in lieu of the fact my ex wasn’t there to do it, no shouting resounded or escalation occurred, I was alone. I’m clumsy, I break stuff, knock things over, get caught on women’s scarves on buses, or stuck in my ear phone wires at Tesco’s counters, laugh so loud sometimes that people look at me in shock, a couple of days ago my ex said this to me regarding my angel: “You haven’t scared her off have you? The monies still there?” The final countdown before my exodus has started, its less than a week till I move, less than a week till I, probably, throw the majority of my possessions in the bin. I guess when I mentioned the week had been extraordinary in my Friday letter it might not seem to the typical observer that anything particularly special has taken place but my soul and my state of mind have undergone transformative journeys, spiralling left, right, up and down, through anxiety, heavy almost flabby contentment, absolute jubilation, scuttling fearful tremors, in the gaps between these ferocious states I find myself crying, it’s overwhelming. I filmed a performance on Sunday night that seems to encapsulate my current state, which I’ll go in to more detail about a little later, it charts this emotional instability, despite that not being the plan, within it I am every facet of myself, hopefully it’ll be online by the end of this mammoth admin session I’m undertaking today.

As a performance artist I think thats my schtick, my performances aren’t really so much dedicated enactments but instead just me, raw, frank, channeling all my elements, now I’ve poured over my past in detail to put it all online I notice it’s been the theme throughout my oeuvre.

Right now I’m paralysed, I can’t do anything I normally do, no dressing up, no reading, no flaneurism. I keep getting the bus, I feel a resistance to my usual routes through the city, there’s something painful in the prospect of walking through Victoria or Haggerston park at the moment, I see shadows in the tree’s of these cherished spaces. Shadows of anticipation, shadow’s of love and savagery, shadows of loss. Give me a week and this should all be a memory, a shadow in its own right, at least I hope so.

It need’s to, and will, change dramatically, last time I moved away from my ex things dipped though and my fear is this will happen again. I’m going to have to start balancing my finance’s, something that takes a lot of discipline for me, I have this issue with money, it causes a violent reaction in me when I have it, a physical repulsion, a need to expunge and rid myself of it, like I’ve been overcome by a demon that needs to be exorcised. The concept of accumulating this hateful element fills me with dread and desire, which must somehow in part explain why I’m so useless at selling what I create and pushing my wares on people.

There’s this absurd sense of nobility coursing through my veins, I see it in my father as well, I find it the whole concept of marketing myself and pushing myself on others scandalous, I’d much prefer people come to me of their own free will, heart and soul aligned. In a society where the normality is to be the sum of our buying power I feel a sense of pride in this, so much is being sold to us on various levels of our consciousness, cookies, buses swathed in posters, soundcloud adverts, asos emails, suggested everything, marketing is the very air we breath, especially in a metropolis where the eyeline is never not inundated with messages of potential happiness, just a tap away.

But thats not to say I’m not happy to share, that must already be clear in these letters, all my insides are out and on display in various walled gardens across the internet. This sale is just causing me a lot of internal bleeding, now I’ve catalogued the 190+ items it incorporates and uploaded them, I’m drowning, how do I rid myself of these objects in a diligent and respectful way? The restful mornings of self guided education have been replaced by incessant letters to you (these are important for giving this whole thing a soul), answering messages, nagging, tagging, planning, photographing, uploading, editing, despairing, the saving grace of this upward struggle is that I’m allowing myself to do yoga and categorise it by writing everything to you, I need soul food right now.

As an example this is my to do list today:

* make 6x animations / 6x written pieces / 6x mini videos from pre recorded footage to upload on to instagram (this has been on the list for days, it keeps getting pushed back)

* go to studio, take more detail shots of items I want to put on ebay as this will increase their chances of being sold, items on list include my wedding ring, larger paintings, designer clothes then come home, pay my ebay fee’s so my access is unrestricted and upload everything including necessary details – then post this to my social media accounts

*promote my sale on facebook by linking from twitter and poss instagram, adding to community groups, messaging friends

* pay rent to my studio’s then email them to ask about my move and if I will need to hire a skip

* type up this letter, post to facebook and screenshot, post to twitter, tag you

*answer and correspond with all the beautiful people that are messaging me about the sale, answer questions, like comments and reply

* edit the film I made on Sunday, render, upload to youtube, share on social media platforms, post on my site

* eat? drink?

* do yoga

* wash hair?

* put together synopsis and brief for arts programme I am curating for a meeting tomorrow, consolidate the idea

This is the bare bones of my itinerary, I’ve done 2 of the tasks so far, I know its not unusual for a Londoner to be so busy and I bet your schedule looks like this sometimes, but really I’d just like to crawl in to bed and read and write a little and then fall asleep. This is probably the apex of my project now and there will be a brief reprieve, but before I cast everything asunder I have to do my life some justice so I’m not cursing myself in future years, and I’m working for the next 4 days, 12 hour shifts nearly daily so its the last push before the major haul the beginning of next week.

Relentlessness.

So then…. Part 3 // Sunday

On Sunday night I filmed myself performing for 6 hours plus, by all rights is was as demanding as the mermaid descent, but it was impromptu, I wasn’t naked, covered in paint, fucking 2 cucumbers, so it didn’t quite have the same edge.

I came to on the studio of my floor rolled up in a blanket on a duvet cover I use as a rug of sorts, thick white make up and glitter caked in my eyes, permanent wine coloured lip stick still reverberating over my lips. I’d passed out re-watching the footage I’d taken of myself staging 7 scene’s, dressed in variously important pieces from my wardrobe, singing some of the my most treasured songs, or stumbling over them in the case of witness the fitness by roots manuva. In the background the sonic landscape was shaped by various mixes of yours I’ve found on soundcloud, bleating from my i phone speakers.

Firstly I crawled around the central space in a turquoise swimming costume, shooting myself coming towards the camera from various angles, trying to make creative use of the runway like black borders which are the echoes of the descent installation. Then I shimmied and pulsated in terracotta sequins, attempting to channel my inner seductress, envisaging jessica rabbit, whilst adorning myself in the bloodletting costume pieces. Following that I hit things with ping pong bats and comically attempted to mc, stumbling over gorgeous lyrics and twerking in my adidas, I was with the mermaids for this and I’m sure they were silently mocking me. Next the black lipstick and adventure time sweatshirt were paraded around, as a backdrop to me turning myself into a human display case, though the actual performance was probably the best. I then threw on my big white shirt (not the alexander wang, but the one I wore to my little brothers wedding), I hugged the unicorn, blew bubbles and sang behind acrylic glass. The penultimate scene saw me dress in preppy tan vintage adidas shorts and a pink silk bomber, clumsily adorning myself in all my jewellery and gratingly bursting through lyrics. Finally at 2am I somehow managed to strap myself in to my wedding dress, read a harrowing letter from my teenage self and blurrily cry through the lyrics of one of the most potent songs I’ve ever met. But I didn’t pass out in my wedding dress, though that’d be a more aesthetic turn.

The film is as if you’re watching a young girl raid her mums jewellery and clothes collection and film herself in her bedroom, except this girl has the weight of adulthood clearly marked on her shoulders. The developed pains of experience, etched on her face. Having your mixes as a background noise wasn’t intended that night, and in a way it really detracts from my singing, but I was all alone in my studio building and having your music on made me feel less scared.

It might be that I could of made better use of my time on a more organised aspect of this project, but these performances are the legacy of my life thus far, I’m manically creating them as documentation, because very soon it will all be gone. I want proof for myself that it did all really exist, and it was beautiful.

That video should be uploaded later today.

I hope you have something like yoga in your life to centre you when things are chaos.

#Nicolas Jaar #nicolasjaar

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