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       𝐬𝐚𝐦  𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞  𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧  𝐚  𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐨𝐧  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐰𝐚𝐲,  𝐨𝐫  𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞  𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭.  but  truthfully,  he  hadn  '  t  known  if  he  was  or  wasn  '  t—  this  is  a  big  fucking  deal,  man!  one  moment  he  '  s  doing  fuckin'  lines  off  of  nikki  sixx  '  s  toilet  lid,  riding  the  high  of  a  highly  successful  and  sold  out  tour,  and  the  next  fatherhood  is  looming  over  him  like  an  unplanned  shadow.  it  truly  snuck  up  on  him,  though  he  really  has  no  excuse;  in  his  mind,  it  '  s  always  been  the  girl  '  s  responsibility,  to,  y  '  know.  look  after  themselves  and  take  the  necessary  precautions  to  make  sure  that  there  aren  '  t  any  side  effects  left  over  from  an  encounter.  it  '  s  a  twisted,  old  -  school  way  of  thinking  that  is  thankfully  far  less  prevelant  in  the  future,  but  this  is  the  eighties  and  sam  is  a  man.  a  rockstar,  used  to  dealing  with  groupies  at  a  time  before  '  babytrapping  '  became  a  viable  technique  to  bag.  no vivacious rock - loving vixen was eager to pump the brakes on their prime by becoming pregnant, so  fuck  yeah,  he  went  in  raw!  because  god  forbid  you  force  a  man  to  slink  on  a  rubber,  obviously!

it  '  s  a  good  thing  fallon  left  a  description  on  his  answering  machine  of  when  and  where  their  encounter  took  place,  and  some  brief  details  of  what  she  looked  like,  because  he  fucks  so  many  new  faces  that  he  honestly  wouldn  '  t  remember.  there  '  s  a  chance  that  he  made  her  feel  as  though  she  were  someone  special,  and  there  '  s  just  as  equally  a  chance  that  they  were  both  fucked  up  and  very  few  words  were  exchanged  once  they  hit  the  sheets...  or  the  floor...  or  the  couch.  wherever  they  got  busy.  the  poor  girl  was  obviously  quaking  in  her  boots  in  the  recording,  but  she  covered  her  bases  quite nicely  and  when  sam  actually  came  off  his  initial bender  and  was  able  to  press  play  on  his  landline,  he  was  quickly  brought  up  to  speed  so  that  the  horror and  impending  sense  of  doom  could  respectively  set  in  and  he  could  crash  out  appropiately.

FUCK !  !  ​​​​​​​!  !  he  can  '  t  knock  someone  up—  not  NOW!  disavowed  is  on  the  rapid  upswing,  he  '  s  never  in  one  place  for  long,  and  he  cannot  fathom  how  the  shit  he  '  s  supposed  to  be  a  present  father  in  a  child  '  s  life  in  his  current  state. 

before  going  anywhere,  sam  spent  three  days  on  yet  another  egregious bender.  snorting  coke,  smoking  weed,  drinking  heavily,  fucking  anything  with  a  pulse.  y  '  know,  bachelor  party  shit!  anything  goes.  because  as  far  as  he  '  s  concerned,  his  life  as  he  knows  it  to  some  degree  is  pretty  much  over.  nothing  will  ever  be  the  same  now  that  he  has  spawn  somewhere  in  this  great  big  world,  regardless  of  how  he  elects  to  go  about  things. 

but  negligence  was  never  a  choice.  not  really.  he  wasn  '  t  raised  that  way,  not  in  his  melanated  household.  he  was  fortunate  to  have  a  present  father  who  preached  honor  into  him,  and  told  him  to  always  do  what  is  right  and  take  responsibility  for  his  actions.  this  seemingly  soft  -  spoken  stranger  from  a  one  night  stand  and  the  baby  she  '  s  carrying  because  of  his  carelessness  is  one  such  action. see, he ' s not entirely delusional!

an  address  was  left,  and  on  day  four,  fresh  off  his  bender,  sam  bathes,  throws  on  a  t  -  shirt  and  some  jeans,  some  dirty  vans  (  i  know  right?  no  cowboy  boots?  )  ,  gets  a  one  way  ticket  to  NYC  with  just  his  les  paul  and  a  backpack  in  hand,  and  tries  to  make  himself  look  somewhat  presentable  before  knocking  on  the  door.  it  truly  is  all  hair  with  a  cigarette  poking  out  when  fallon  answers;  sam  tends  to  hide  in  his  curls  when  he  '  s  feeling  awkward,  shy,  or  stressed  out,  so  naturally...  yeah. he got high in the airport bathroom before coming here, like the bold motherfucker he is. hopefully, it helps take the edge off somewhat.

actually, let her rephrase—he's about as cute as she very, very hazily remembers him being. his eye is, at least. she'd caught glimpses and pieces of the rest of his face when positions changed. she'd been shown a glossy magazine cover (the first one they've done, fal!); that ain't help much, either. lotta hair, lotta sunglasses. still hasn't seen him in full.

but, the eye she can see, his pupil's big and blown. he's fidgeting a bit as he stands there, guitar in hand (how stereotypical can you get, rock star baby daddy?)

clothes are clean, and his smell's very acceptable to her sensitive nose. he's not the MOST rumpled or disheveled as he could be, but still—are you good?

"not much, just, well...y'know." the sentence hangs awkward for a second as she adjusts her hold on the blanket, freeing up a hand to gesture towards her stomach.

yeah, YOU KNOW.

she falters a bit, fidgets for a second right along with him. okay, maybe it's just nerves. this is a very nerve-wracking situation. but, it also may not be. is it rude to ask the guy who got you pregnant if he's on...something? how would her mother ask?

stealthrill ! : an independent, selective, and mutuals only oc. penned by ramone (they/them, 24, cst). 21+. crossover friendly. personals do not interact.

a study in: the phenomenon of phantom thieves, living a double life, doing things just for the thrill of it, a reckless nature, &. being a charming rascal.

1. Living with ghosts — muse A becomes roommates with muse B. Some time later, muse A finds out  ( looking through some old documents, overhearing a conversation between neighbours, visiting the cemetery, etc… )  that muse B has been dead for quite some time. Plot twist — muse B has no idea they are a ghost !  Or maybe A is a ghost as well ?

2. Ouija board — our muses are bored and decide to play with an ouija board for fun ( they could have bought it, found it in the attic/basement, etc… ) . They try to ask silly questions but end up summoning a demon !  Will they try to get rid of it on their own ? Make a deal with it ? Ask someone for help ?  Summon another demon to help them with the first one ?  ( Alternatively, one of our muses can be the demon ! ) 

3. Vampires — muse A is an old, experienced vampire who just turned muse B into a vampire as well. ( Maybe they were feeling lonely and craved a companion ?  Maybe they just wanted to feed on B but ended up infecting them ? )  As a newborn, B has a lot to learn from their maker, but is also super bratty and isn’t too happy about what happened to them. Will A have the patience to guide and teach B ?  Will B ever forgive A and come to terms with their new condition, embracing their new nature ?  Will they get along and spend eternity together ? 

4. Vampires— muse A is a vampire Prince(ss), who rules the kingdom and sits on the throne.  ( Maybe they enjoy it ?  Maybe they fulfill their duties with reluctance ?) Every year a sacrifice must be brought from a nearby village for the vampire royalty, so they won’t feed on its people. This time the villagers chose to kidnap muse B  and take them to the castle. Will muse B be spared ?  Turned into a vampire as well ?  Be kept as a pet ?  Sent back to their family ?  Will this finally end the yearly tradition ? 

5. Werewolves — muse A had a one night stand with a stranger and ends up pregnant, but something isn’t quite right, as they tend to sleepwalk and have a peculiar craving for raw meet, especially when there’s a full moon. Muse B is taking care of them ( they could be a friend, a family member, a house keeper, etc… ) and, secretly being a werewolf, knows exactly what is wrong with muse A. Will they tell A ? Will they assist them in birthing and raising a baby werewolf ?  ( Alternatively, if muse A is male, they could have had a one night stand with a stranger and, nine months later, a baby is left at their door. Muse B is a friend / partner / family member / roommate living with them and, being a werewolf, knows exactly why this baby isn’t like any other they’ve seen before. )

send a symbol for a starter based on:

🎬 ─ one of my favourite movie lines 📖 ─ one of my favourite book quotes 🎵 ─ one of my favourite music lyrics

Plot 147: Intelligent Life

Several years of diplomatic communications with extraterrestrial beings have culminated in peace between aliens and humans. With no imminent threat of harm, earthly life continues as usual and the existence of aliens is no longer something to fear but something to be excited about. Aliens and humans have agreed to work together for the betterment of both worlds; aliens are granted access to natural resources on earth that they cannot find on their own planet, and in exchange they offer earth access to advanced technologies that even the brightest humans could not conceive. The aliens are sending a troop of their kind to earth on the first ever collection mission this evening. Government officials will meet them at the designated landing site and one lucky civilian, chosen by a lottery drawing, will be invited. Muse A is this lucky civilian who has won the privilege of hosting an alien ambassador in their home for the duration of the extraterrestrials’ visit. Muse A will be compensated monetarily and also have bragging rights over a truly once-in-a-lifetime experience. Muse B, the alien ambassador who will stay in Muse A’s home, is charged with the task of learning about modern earth culture and seeing how far humanity has advanced in the last few decades.             

Who will learn more from whom?

"Good morning," Chris smiles as he steps from behind the counter, "Nice to meet you in person finally. Can I offer you anything? Any of our tea, coffee, or general sweets? Oh! I'm Chris by the way! Nice to meet ya!"

Our baker guides her to one of the tables in the lobby, pulling out a chair for her before taking his own seat across from her.

"Ok...so your interview," Chris begins, "I'm gonna start off basic with a few questions! Nothing too complicated!"

He offers her a smile before straitning his glasses.

"I'll begin with asking the usual questions. First, how did you hear about us? Two, do you have experience in baking?"

but, play it cool, fal. play it professional. she keeps her mouth shut as she follows and sits down in the chair across from chris.

continued from here // @mctorcity

nick   never   liked   the   atmosphere   of   larger   crowds.   parties   were   always   tommy's   thing,   the   people,   the   limelight.   but   like   every   younger   sibling,   nick   followed   his   brother   everywhere.   from   california   to   new   york,   he   was   always   on   their   heels.

he   became   a   chameleon   to   fit   in   with   his   brother's   lifestyle―fancy   clothing,   dyed   hair,   nice   cars.   nick   rejected   his   parents'   values   for   a   closer   relationship   with   his   brother,   and   it   only   led   to   one   giant   game   of   pretend.   at   the   end   of   the   day,   nick   knew   his   friends   only   used   him   for   drugs,   and   being   in   the   city,   that   was   clearer   each   day.

but   sometimes,   he   could   find   a   genuine   ear   to   bend,   and   he   seemingly   had   a   talent   for   picking   them   out.   the   young   woman   before   him   was   stunning,   and   he   felt   that   familiar   pull   the   second   their   eyes   met.   nick   wasn't   buying   the   whole   'nothing   to   sell'   schtick;   his   gut   feeling   was   never   wrong.

a   smile   spreads   across   his   face,   eyes   large   and   bright.   the   stranger's   melodic   laugh   sends   warmth   through   his   chest,   and   he   knows   where   he'll   be   for   the   rest   of   the   night.

"everyone's   got   something   to   sell,"   he   replies.   everything   about   him   screams   confident,   right   down   to   how   he's   holding   his   drink;   he   believes   his   words.   "we   just   have   to   figure   it   out."

the   artist   studies   her   for   a   moment,   humming   lightly.   "well,   you're   smart   enough   to   sneak   away.   use   that   to   your   advantage.   who   knows,   maybe   you're   destined   to   be   the   mysterious   type."   he   smiles   again,   almost   like   he   can't   contain   himself.   "i   think   you'd   kill   it,   personally."   a   chuckle   follows,   and   then   he   sips   his   drink.

there's an awkward, though not entirely uncomfortable silence after her words, and her eyes drop back down to her hand. oh yeah, there's a segue!

"i don't suppose you might...want this?" she's holding up the loose cigarette now towards him. colorful stranger reads as the type, and he might find more use for it than her, right? "i don't smoke, i just like...asked somebody for this. it's not anything weird. i don't do anything weird."