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He could see her eyes through the gradated shade of her sunglasses.
Her gloved fingers twitched at her sides.
“Who are you?” Ever demanded. He had never seen this woman before. He would have remembered. She was tall and proud, pale hair gathered high and the ends still tumbling down her back.
Her painted mouth twitched with a smile. “Who are you?” she shot back.
Ever growled and she curled her lip, taking a quick step back and visibly fighting the instinct to lower herself. He heard her pulse pick up.
He took a step closer, but she didn’t budge. In fact, she pushed her chin up. “Did Florian send you? Are you meant to negotiate or be an offering? A snack, maybe?”
She exhaled and it became a laugh. “I don’t know who you’re talking about.”
“Then what are you doing in my forest?”
“Yours?” she asked, her gaze flicking around at the trees as though just now placing her surroundings. Still smirking, she dropped her shoulders and straightened her leather jacket, flicking the collar. The black turned red. “Why…I’m going to grandmother’s house.”
Ever was amused but he didn’t show it. He might have to kill her, and he’d hate to confuse her about it.
And then she took a step closer rather than a step back. Through her sunglasses, her eyes ran over the axe he was still holding, up his arm and shoulder, to his mouth. “Are you the woodsman or the wolf in this retelling?”
Ever stared back. Her heartbeat was steady now and there was no fear in the air. Who the fuck was she? “Which would you rather?”
She grinned, leaning even closer. “Honestly? I’d rather the wolf. I can save myself, but I can’t eat myself…” Ever growled to hide the groan that wanted out. This was trouble.
I was on hold and the company had Hold the Line by toto playing while you wait... but every so often it would interrupt to say something like "thanks for your call, we'll answer as soon as we can" but in swedish. The thing is... every time it interrupted, the sound restarted. I was on hold for 4 minutes and never...NEVER got to the fucking line!
"HOLD THE LINE!"
oh my god.
OH MY GOD.
I... I just now realized the song was a funny choice. I was waiting on the line and waiting for it to scream "hold the line"... this is a new level of hell.
If we're not in peril, are we even trying to fall in love?
I wrote this a while ago and would love to put it out there for audio artist to pick up if they're interested but I'm not really sure how to go about that, so we'll start here! <3
You're welcome to record this script but please give me credit and a link so I can listen too! And, you know, don't put it behind a paywall. But if you want to pay me to make you your own scripts, you're welcome to contact me. <3 <3
Audio artists be warned, I seem to make a lot of background sound notes. Good luck, brave creators! I believe in your sound magic!
tags: car accident, minor injury, definitely could have died, meet cute in peril, older siblings friend
Car Crash Meet Cute
[cracking trees]
[muffled radio glitching]
[muffled engine running]
[rain patter]
[all sounds waving in and out before focusing]
[creaking trees as the car slides a little more]
[voice muffled from outside the door] Hey! Hey, can you hear me?
Are you awake? Can you hear me?
Don’t move! You’re going to be okay.
Hang on, I’m going to open the door slowly…
[door creaking open, wet forest sounds]
[breathing hard] Hang on, okay? Don’t move until I figure out… Shit…
Hm? No, I wasn’t in the car that hit you, but I saw it… When you went off the road and into the trees, I thought… Well, I thought you’d gone right off the mountain.
No, you’re not going off the edge. I’m getting you out, okay? It looks like these trees are holding the weight of the car but…
[creaking/snapping trees, radio cuts out]
I don’t think we can wait for help…
[creaking trees]
I’m going to reach in and undo your seatbelt, okay? I don’t want you to move yet.
[breathing close]
[seatbelt click]
[car groan]
[still close] Okay, I’m going to count to three and you’re going to hug me.
[laughs a little] Yeah, I climbed all the way down here just to trick you into hugging me. I’m going to count to three and then I’m pulling you out of the car, okay?
[car groan and trees crack]
Shhh, it’s okay. It’s okay.
One.
Two.
Three. [sharp inhale, pulling listener out of the wreck and falling to the side]
[tree snapping and car rolling off a cliff]
[heavy breathing, rain patter]
Are you okay? Yeah? [smiling]
Does anything feel broken?
That’s good. You’ve got a cut on your head there, but you look okay. Can you wiggle your arms?
And your feet?
Great. Can you stand?
Take it slow, I’ve got you. We’re not in a hurry anymore.
Don’t-Don’t look off the drop… [worried, listener realizing they almost died] Yeah, if you’d gone over… But you didn’t. You’re okay.
Hey. Look at me.
You’re okay.
Do you want… Is it okay if I hug you?
Yeah? Okay. [hugs] Deep breaths. You’re going to have a great story to tell when you get home tonight.
[laughs a little] Yeah, I’ll give you a ride. I’m not going to run all the way down here to pull you out of a car just to leave you by the side of the road when we climb back out.
Do you feel up to walking? Okay, but if anything starts hurting or you feel sick, let me know, okay? We’ll stop.
Yeah, I called for help on my way down but I lost connection and we’re almost at the top of the pass, I don’t know how long it’ll take for someone to get out here. When we get closer to the road, I can call again and find out, but you’re going to get cold if we wait around down here for help.
[laughs] Okay, you got me, I’ll get cold too.
[walking, foliage rustling and rain drops] Just straight up this way. Your car cleared us a path.
Saved you? No. I did what anyone would have done.
Okay, yeah, anyone but that asshole that knocked you off the road and then kept going…
No, I didn’t get the license plate, but I got the make and model. We’ll file reports when we get to the road. Don’t worry.
So, where were you headed?
Really? Looks like we live in the same town.
All your life?
Oh no… That means we have to know some of the same people. What was our name?
[laughs] Are you related to Alex? No! The notorious baby sibling?
Oh, you are definitely notorious… I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you. I mean, you’ve grown a lot. I think the last time I saw you, you were a freshman in high school.
Alex was painfully clear about none of us being allowed to even talk about you, let alone look at you. One of our friends said he thought he saw you at a café once and Alex sprayed him with a can of beer and kicked him out of the apartment for a week.
It doesn’t matter that it’s been years since high school. Alex is weirdly private about family stuff and super protective about you.
You really didn’t know?
But you knew about that bully you had freshman year, right? Yeah, that junior that kept pulling your hair and pushing you…
You thought he just stopped one day on his own?
Well, yeah, he apologized… After we threw him in the pool. Alex went on a fucking rampage that year to make sure everyone knew to leave you alone after we graduated out. You seriously didn’t know?
[laughs] That’s hilarious.
I wonder how much trouble I’ll get in for this… I mean, I am saving your life—
[half-joking] Oh, yeah, when I tell Alex this story, I’m definitely saying that I saved your life. Imminent peril. If I didn’t touch you, you would have died. That’s the only way I’m going to survive this too.
[losing their smile] Hey… Are you okay?
You’re shaking. The adrenaline is probably wearing off… Here, [clothing rustle] take my jacket.
You’re limping… Does your leg hurt?
Stop for a second. Let me get a look. I’m gonna touch your leg, okay? Tell me where it hurts.
[sympathetic hiss] Okay. I don’t think it’s broken…
No, you probably shouldn’t keep walking on it. We’re not too far from the road. How about I give you a piggyback?
[laughs a little] Yes, Alex will be pissed, but we’re way past that. I hugged you. I might be executed for my crimes.
What? [laughs harder] No, you’re not too heavy. Oh my god, come here.
[picks them up and starts walking again]
[far off siren]
Huh, looks like I don’t have to call again.
We’re almost there, hang on.
[smiling] You want my number? Oh man… you’re going to hate when I remind you about this but… you don’t seem to have your phone on you so I’m pretty sure it’s—
Yeah. With the car. Gone. Definitely gone.
[sirens closer, rain patter on the road] We made it.
No, I’m not going to leave you here to wait for the emergency crew.
Come on, you can sit in my car and warm up. We’ll wait together and I can drive you to the hospital when we’re cleared to go. [car door]
You are definitely going to the hospital. You drove off the side of a mountain…
No, it’s no trouble. There’s nowhere else I need to be.
[laughs] No, it’s not because Alex would be angry if I left you here. I’d rather wait with you and, honestly, I’d like to drive back with you.
I wrote this a while ago and would love to put it out there for audio artist to pick up if they're interested but I'm not really sure how to go about that, so we'll start here! <3
I wrote this M4A but if you want to change any of the pronouns you're of course welcome to.
Please give me credit if you decide to record this script, and a link so I can listen too! And, you know, don't put it behind a paywall. But if you want to pay me to make you your own scripts, you're welcome to contact me. <3 <3
Audio artists be warned, I seem to make a lot of background sound notes. Good luck, brave creators! I believe in your sound magic!
2 voiced characters with no interaction. Second speaker is the main character.
tags: confession of sorts, idiots in love, tattoo shop
First Tattoo
by Domini Moonbeam aka Clover Down
[fade in ambient music, muffled voices, the hum of tattoo machines]
You nervous?
Don’t be! I got this. You’re in good hands.
[paper rustle]
This is a great design. You did this yourself?
No? A friend?
Huh… You know this artwork style looks a lot like—
Yeah. You’re a friend of theirs? Roommates? They don’t usually do work like this unless they’re the one putting down the ink…
Alright. I’m just going to transfer this to tracing paper to put on you. Hang tight for a minute.
[curtain]
[waiting]
[muffled other voice] What the fuck? Who’s using my art?
[curtain thrown back]
[second voice, MC, surprised to see the listener and not some stranger stealing their art] Oh… [relief] Roomie. Shit, I thought someone stole my work… You… Wait…
What the hell are you doing here?
No.
You were going to let that jerk tattoo you?
I’m your fucking roommate! We’ve been best friends forever and you finally want to get a tattoo and you went to them?
No, they’re not bad. That’s not the point!
No, it’s really not.
If anyone was going to tattoo you, it should have been me.
[chair sound, sitting down and scooting closer, voice lower]
You didn’t even tell me you wanted to get a tattoo.
A whim? Yeah right. You don’t do anything on a whim.
[paper sound] This isn’t a small tattoo.
What the hell were you going to say when I saw it?
What do you mean I wouldn’t see it?
Oh. I mean… yeah I guess I don’t usually see that part of you…
Wait! You were going to let that bastard work on your side and hip?
Yes, now they’re a bastard.
Because they were going to have you basically stripped down on their table with their hands all over you and my art… my…
Wait… You were getting my art tattooed on you.
[laughs] So what? Are you joking?
I remember drawing this for you…
Yes, I do. I drew this for your birthday that first year we met, right after I moved in.
I didn’t know it was your birthday until that afternoon, so I just drew you something… [awestruck] You really kept this.
That was years ago.
You were really going to get my work tattooed on you?
[listener getting up]
No, hang on. You don’t need to bolt.
[smiling] And where are you even going? We live together.
[listener sitting back down]
Don’t pout. I can’t believe you were trying to get someone else to tattoo my art on you at my own shop.
[laughs] Yeah, yeah, I did say they were the only good artists in town…
Seriously though, why didn’t you just ask me? You know I would have done it in a heartbeat, right?
Of course, I would! I’ve been dropping hints about tattooing you since we met!
[paper sound] I can draw you something new, if you want. Anything you want.
Why not?
Are you…blushing?
Okay. Obviously, I’m just seeing things then.
…Special? [paper sounds, looking at it again] It’s special to you…
[pause]
Do you want me to do it then?
Yeah, of course, I mean it.
I mean, if you really don’t want me to…then I can send them back in.
[huffs a laugh] Yeah, the bastard… I would let them do my art if that’s what you really want. But I’d rather do it myself.
Because it’s mine. Because you’re… You.
Okay? [smiling] Okay. Great.
[putting on gloves] Show me where you want it.
Don’t get shy now…
[clothing rustling as listener takes off their shirt]
[sighs]
What? Nothing. Which side did you want it on?
[touching skin] Here? Down… Okay, stand up and push your pants down your hips.
Yeah, there. I need to clean the area first.
[spray. wiping. laughs] Yeah, it’s cold. Hang on.
[paper sounds. peeling the paper off] Okay, the stencil is on.
Take a look in the mirror real quick and make sure you like the placement.
Yeah?
Great. [pats the padded table] On your side, facing me.
[listener getting settled]
You’re going to be okay. Deep breaths.
[fiddling with equipment]
Okay, I’m going to start with the outline. This isn’t going to feel great, but you can take it.
That being said…if you need a break just let me know, okay? No shame in tapping out.
…Why are you blushing?
No reason… okay.
[machine hum]
Don’t move.
[starts working. background sounds and machine sounds for a bit]
What?
Oh. No, it’s my day off. I don’t have anyone else waiting or anything.
And don’t think I failed to notice how you plotted to come in when I wasn’t here.
Yes, plotted.
Don’t try to change the subject.
I came in because I still had some boring shit to get done after I skipped out early the other night.
[laughs] Yeah, I guess you could say I cut out for a hot date. I was taking you to that movie you had to see on opening night.
Yeah, that shut you up…
Oh, you wouldn’t call that a date?
What the hell would you call it? I picked you up…
Yes, we do live together. That did make it easier.
I bought you dinner.
Popcorn counts when the bucket is bigger than your head.
[machine and background sound stretch while speaker thinks and works]
So…why this one?
This sketch. Why did you decide to get this tattooed?
[laughs a little, focused on the work] Yeah, I did say people usually get something meaningful to them.
You…wanted it to be permanent?
[working]
You know I’m permanent, right?
Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy you want the tattoo. I’m fucking thrilled to put my art on you, and I would gladly give you a dozen more, but you know you don’t need to have something permanent from me, right?
Yeah… People leave. But I’m not going to leave you.
No. You know I don’t say things I don’t mean.
I’m not going anywhere.
[another stretch of machine sounds and background sounds]
Do you mind if I add some freehand or do you want it exactly like the image?
Yeah?
Cool.
You know this is going to take a couple sessions, right?
[laughs] Yeah, some people could sit for the whole thing at once, but you can only sit still for so long.
No, I know you, you only sit this still when you’re scared or flirting…
[realization] And I know you’re not scared of me…
Hm? I’m not saying anything.
But you did hang on to this drawing for three years.
[getting serious] Roomie…
[surprise when listener starts to move] No, seriously, don’t move.
[another pause while the machine hums/background]
[soft spoken] You have no idea what it means to me to put this on you.
Yeah, I’ve done a lot of tattoos, but this is you.
The idea of my work on your skin? Permanently?
That you wanted me permanently with you…
That’s what you’re saying, right?
[happy sigh] Yeah. Yeah, I want that too.
You know, I’d say we need to work on your communication skills but this kind of works for me… Just, you know, don’t ask other people to do the tattooing, next time?
[laughs] No, you’re right, I’m not usually the jealous type but this is different. I wouldn’t trust anyone else to do it.
Because.
Because… It’s you.
Now, hold still or I’m going to screw up your first tattoo.
just wanted to tell you that you control my existence in the redacted fandom because I read new rules,and now I'm want to watch all the videos that I didn't watch from the channel
thank you !
that's so nice, alex! I have been so behind and just sort of out of it for the last half year. I'm finally starting to feel myself again and getting back into the new audios and the fanfics. It feels great and I am THRILLED that you liked New Rules!!
just between us, because no one else will see this... I started playing with a Gavin/Asher coffee shop au, but I made David the hot barista and now it's DEFINITELY turning into a Gavin/Asher/David situation...
Don't Touch My Stuff is a steamy contemporary romances about neighbors falling in love with a healthy dose of external conflict, danger, and hurt comfort.
So my partner said this thing to me last night that really hit home.
He said, "There's a shark in you."
And I was like, "What?"
He held my face and looked me in the eyes and said, "There's something in you that when you're hurt or afraid, comes after you and starts ripping you apart. It's not right and you need to see it and realize it."
He's right. I do have a shark in me.
So, in case anyone else has a shark in them, this is for you. You do what you can and that's it. You're good. You don't owe that shark anymore blood.
