#(she's a pharmacy tech that's why she's counting pills)

[mirror-and-mind]

Achievement Unlocked: Indoctrinated my sister.

[theshippirate22]

Hunter leaned over the counter. “You guys just got a new tech, right? ‘bout yea high, real quick, thinks she’s 45?”

“Yeah… Oh, I know who you are!” Dani turned back. “Hey fuckwad! Your favorite asshat is here!”

Lyn took a second, finishing counting her pills with a solid out loud “90!” before turning to look. “Hunter! Hi!”

He smirked, the sort of way he did when she was sweet to him. “Are you gonna let her talk to you like that?”

“Dani can talk to me however she wants, huh, babe?” She winked and laughed at Hunter’s sudden shift into the Bullshit Face. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, I was going to give you this, but…” He held up the iced green tea, looking away sort of sheepishly.

“Aw! Hunter, you big softie!”

He rolled his eyes and handed it over to her, mumbling something along the lines of “I was out anyway.”

“Right, of course.” She bit at the straw antagonizingly. “And does Missy know your run for coffee has brought you more than halfway across town to a pharmacy Willablues doesn’t even work with?”

“Missy doesn’t work today,” he countered decisively. “And Rich was in a good mode because I got all the chores done, and… actually, Kelly was getting on my nerves so I’m gonna let her flounder for a little bit without me.”

“Ah, there it is.” Lyn laughed. “What I’m hearing is that you miss me.”

“Your free labor, maybe. I think they’d miss you more here.”

Dani looked up from her computer grinning. “Uh oh. Somebody’s upset you’re not his girl anymore.”

“Don’t you have faxes to send? Mind your business.” Lyn waved her off. “Don’t worry, Hunter. I’ll always be your girl.”

This was met with the Bullshit Face again, but she could see something behind it. Something too much like relief to be considered humor.

They stumbled through a goodbye, somewhere between Hunter’s cagey responses to Lyn’s teasing. Eventually, he feigned being annoyed enough with her to walk off and she laughed as she sipped her drink.

“That was nice of him,” she murmured finally.

“You sound surprised.”

“I think I am.”

Dani snorted. "Why? Because he's actually the worst?"

"No, that's just... that's kind of what he was like before. He hasn't been like that for a long time."

"Before what? Before you left?"

"Amber..." she said pensively, before snapping out of it and adding, "Oh, I'll tell you another time. That's a conversation we'll have on a particularly slow day."

"Amber," Dani echoed. She didn't press it.

[georgiapeach30513]

Wendy better loose custody of Able or so fucking help me…

Well....let's take a lot into Emy's session with Abel, and see exactly what she's doing to her son, and why he's so concerned with this window...

🖤🖤🖤🖤

What Do You Think?

Summary: Emy talks with Abel

Pairings: Curtis X Eva, Emy X Abel, courtroom

Rating: mild

Warnings: language, a bit about Wendy 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.7K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Posie Rogers Masterlist

“Dad!” Eva shouts at her father as he starts accessing his gear.  “Dad, look at me!”

“We’re at work.  I’m sheriff Everett,” he only gives her a moment of a glance before he’s back to fidgeting around with his gear.  Pissed off and ready to leave.

“Sheriff Everett, you need to take it down a few notches,” He stares down at her a moment, before he starts to stalk away.  With one shuffle of her foot, Eva stands in the doorway.  “Eva, move.”

“You need a clear mind.”

“Really?  Your cousin’s birth control was tampered with, and the only people that had access to those pills were Jax, Posie, Opie, and everyone at that pharmacy.  The pharmacy where a former junkie, and the mother of Jax’s son works.  Now, I’m not a genius, but what does any of those people besides that vile woman have to gain from this?” Eva stares blankly at Curtis but doesn’t move.  “That’s what I thought.  Now move.  We’re making an arrest.  Evaluna Blaze, get out of my fucking way, and do your god damn job.”

“You’re gonna listen to me.”

“No.  She took the right to decide from Posie and Jax.  Posie and Jax may be happy, but they had every right to wait for their time to decide this.  That is your cousin.  A girl we have watched grow up.  She didn’t deserve this.”

“And she’s not her!” Curtis takes a step back looking at his daughter.  “She’s not her grandmother.  This is a different scenario.  I’m not denying that this is shitty.  Wrong in so many ways, but don’t go putting your emotions of a past case on this.  It’s different, is all I’m saying.  You need to be level headed.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I’ve seen the case file.  It’s horrific.  This isn’t that.  Jax hasn’t abused her.  They’re in love, and when we arrest this bitch, Iris and Matt will build a case around her to put her away.”

“You have no idea what the MC is capable of.”

“And have you not been keeping up with our informant, huh?  They’re crumbling because of Gemma and Clay.”

Curtis takes a deep breath looking at his daughter.  Reminding him so much of himself, “And if we can’t put her away?”

“Well, I may need to chop some wood.”

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“What the hell?” the young tech answers, stepping away from the counter when the sheriff’s department comes in.  

“Wendy Case?”

“She’s out back smoking,” her brown eyes go in between all the officers. Slowly backing away from the register with her hands raised, “Am I in trouble?”

“What’s going…” the pharmacist stops in his tracks staring at Eva. “On?”

“The sheriff is making an arrest on your employee. Here’s the warrant, I need you two to move aside. I need all video footage you have from the last year. I need the file of Posie Sarah Rogers, and I need to speak with the both of you about interactions between Wendy and Miss Rogers.”

“Ma’am, um uh, Wendy never dealt with her,” the younger girl answers. “She always made an excuse to go smoke.”

“What was Posie picking up?”

“Always birth con…” 

“That is a violation.  We can not tell you that.”

Eva slaps an evidence bag of pills on the counter, her eyes rolling between the two. “Read the warrant.  We have the right to seize all information on Miss Rogers.  These were purchased here.  Do you know your employee?”

“Officer what’s going on?”

“These pills are useless. They’re sugar pills.”

“I-I-I…no, we don’t do that here,” the pharmacist responds. His head shaking rapidly. “Those are…no, did she not take them correctly?”

“They were tested. Posie said something about a three month supply?”

“We did away with that offer over a year ago,” he looks at his tech, who only shrugs. “What’s going on?”

“These two need to come down to the station. Wendy is under arrest. Get CPS to back off because his father was just granted full temporary custody.”

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Emy watches Abel slowly play with a few toys. Mostly just observing him for a moment. Letting him think, hoping he speaks to her. “Your Posie’s aunt?”

“I am. Her dad is my brother.”

“I’m gonna be a brother,” those bright blue eyes roll up to look at Emy and he gives her a kind smile. “There’s a baby in Posie’s belly. I heard my mama talking about it to that woman.”

“What woman?”

“The one who works at the garage. Mom makes me go there,” his fingers play with the toy a bit longer before he gets up fetching something else. “Oh, was I supposed to ask?”

“You’re fine. Did Posie and your dad tell you she was having a baby?” without looking up from his toys Abel shakes his head no. He blows a puff of air out before knocking each toy down one by one. Completely focused on the toys in front of him.

“How did your mom know she was pregnant?”

“She saw her belly.”

“When?” Abel shakes his head, but looks up at Emy nearly scared. “What’s wrong?”

Leaning over the table towards her, he whispers quietly, “It’s mama’s secret. I’m usually sleeping.”

“Where?”

“The car,” Emy looks over to the window seeing Joshua standing there, before he closes the blinds and pushes Iris back.

“Why are you sleeping in the car?”

“Daddy, he smokes, but Posie doesn’t like him to be away from her, so he smokes outside the window on the stairs.”

“The fire escape?” Abel nods his head, and gets excited when Emy hands him crayons and paper.

“Mama said she’s trying to get daddy to smoking. But when I’m there I don’t hear her voice. I told him to lock the window. We went to daddy’s one day, and Posie’s car wasn’t there.”

“Did she go to the door like you do?” Abel shakes his head and continues drawing. “She uses the fire escape?”

“Yeah. She said that the neighbors dog tried to bite her. But this is a secret.”

“Abel, do you want your mom going through Posie and your dad’s window?”

“No. Can I…is it okay if I call Posie mom?”

“What do you think?”

Abel looks up at Emy and smiles again, before returning to his drawing, “She sings to me at night. And she’s busy but always spends time with me. Her and daddy took me to the zoo and to see the fish, and Papa makes me ice cream with special sprinkles. Kitty, she lets me bake cookies with her and Posie. And Grumpy, he he lets me sit in his lap with Poppy and we watch a movie until he starts snoring. And Lovie she lets me walk the dogs, and I help her clean up. I don’t do that with mama. There’s a lot of kids. Do you have kids too?” Emy gives him a single nod, her finger playing with her rings.

“Daddy, he got Posie a ring. But I can’t say that. It’s a secret, too. Is mama in the bad place because she did bad things?”

“What things did she do that was bad?”

Abel shrugs, finishing up a crude drawing of some bunnies, before picking up a book. “It’s not nice to sit in other people’s window. We were trying to catch up with Posie the other day. Mama said Posie was going too fast and they wouldn’t let her at Posie’s school, but I’ve been there with Posie and dad.  It’s pretty.”

“You were trying to catch up to Posie?”

“Yeah, in her car.  Posie was going to fast.”

“Abel, our time is up here buddy. You did good. Thank you for being honest.”

“Can I…I wanna meet your kid. Is it Posie’s aunt?”

Picking up the toys she gives him a calm smile, “They’re Posie’s cousins.”

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“Miss Rogers?” the defense attorney sweetly says as she walks up closer to the podium, leaving Emy to glare at her.

“Mrs. Barnes.”

“I apologize Mrs. Barnes. What is your relation, in regards to a Miss Posie Rogers?”

Emy turns to look at her, her green eyes shining at Mrs. England. “You called me by my maiden name, so I assume you already know.”

“For the record, Mrs. Barnes. What is your relation to Miss Rogers?”

“She’s my niece.”

“From your half brother?” Emy grits her teeth looking at the lawyer but nods her head. “How close would you say the two of you are?”

“Miss Rogers was the only child in our families for twelve years. She was…”

“Objection,” Matt speaks out looking up at Judge Stark. “Relevance.”

“Just establishing relation of your client and the witness. The client that is intent on getting full custody of my client’s son.”

Matt stands up, his body facing towards Marilyn England, “Let the record show that Miss Rogers and Mr. Teller aren’t married, and neither were seeking full custody of his child. They’re seeking safety for a four-year-old little boy who’s mother is parading him around during all hours of the day and night so she can spy on Mr. Teller and Miss Rogers, while Miss Case and Mr. Teller’s son is in the car. That speaks not only to her parenting skills, but also the safety of my clients.”

“How did you obtain that evidence? The word of a four-year-old little boy that just found out who his father was? I’m sure he’s confused.”

“Order. Mrs. England, do you have a question for Mrs. Barnes? Or are you and Mr. Murdock going to argue in my courtroom?”

“Your honor, the validity of this evidence…”

“I suggest you look at the evidence presented to you. You called Mrs. Barnes up to the stand,” Judge Stark stares down at the prosecutor. “Mr. Murdock did not call her up. Finish your cross examination.”

Marilyn gives a nod to the judge and is looking back at Emy. “What did your session with Abel tell you?”

“He’s worried about a young lady he views as more of his mother. Asked if he could call her mom. Abel has mentioned on numerous occasions the window in his father’s room, and later found out Ms. Case was standing outside of it.”

“It’s the word of a young boy.”

“Objection,” Matt speaks, as Iris grabs ahold of his thigh. He only grunts once at her grip, and she loosens immediately. “Call in evidence forty-three. A cigarette butt, with Miss Case’s DNA, outside of Mr. Teller’s window. It is not just the word of a young boy, Mrs. England.”

“I’m asking for a recess your honor?”

“What?” Iris blurts out, catching herself immediately.

“I was not made aware of this evidence.”

“Mrs. England, everything was submitted in a proper amount of time. It is not Mr. Murdock’s fault you chose not to review everything. I’ll grant you a recess, but come back prepared.”

Masterlist

[somecunttookmyurl]

Yeah, it's terrifying actually now that I think about it. I'm going to call someone in a bit, just gathering some information at this point so I don't have to scramble for any if they ask. I hope I somehow missed another person but whenever I go pick up my medication she is the one that takes it out of drawer, explains it and handles payment/insurance stuff so even if there is another person she is still practically doing it alone.

yeah that's the job of the pharmacy assistant/pharmacy tech. they DO have some training in What Drugs Do and can answer questions on side effects/common interactions/what you should avoid taking or doing (like: don't drink alcohol with this) and will ask if you've taken it before, but they don't have the same knowledge level as a full pharmacist.

i had a pharmacy assistant say once "oh well if it's just a herb that won't interact with medication" bc i called about a supplement i wanted to take but info was scarce on and i had to be like

"...ma'am herbs are drugs. most medication is made of plants. st john's wort is a herb and interacts with everything" and i had the Real Pharmacist call me back when he had 5 min.

i mean. turns out he wasn't 100% sure either bc it wasn't an interaction there was any real info on and we both had the same conclusion of "well i guess hypothetically this could make your blood pressure too low maybe? keep an eye on it" (it didn't, i was fine)

so truly i really do hope for the sake of everyone who uses that pharmacy that there is somebody (well, 2 somebodies) scuttling around somewhere actually putting the pills in the boxes. see how it goes is broadly like this:

- you had the script to the pharm assistant/tech (or they collect it from the doctor for you. mine does that). i live somewhere that i don't pay for medication, but they will also handle the payment.

- they give the script to the pharmacist

- the pharmacist puts the required number of pills of the right dosage into the box or bottle and attaches your personal "instructions for usage" (like: take 2x a day with food) to it somewhere

- a second pharmacist double-checks that the first pharmacist can count and has given you the right pills. we all have bad days. that's not an "i don't trust you" it's a "meds can be dangerous and we gotta make sure you're not about to accidentally kill someone bc you're distracted thinking about your best friend's divorce today" situation. also why it takes so fucking long to "just put pills in a bottle". they're counted, checked, and re-counted.

- the meds are put into the bag. if you're already there waiting, the tech will hand it to you. otherwise it goes into the Filing Cabinet for when you come back

- the tech/assistant hands you the Bag Of Drugs. often they'll only ask "have you taken this before?" if the pharmacist has flagged it and told them to check. which they will do if it's a) a particularly nasty drug/controlled substance or b) potentially interacts with something else you're on. if you've already been taking it and you're alright then the interaction isn't an issue.

(in my case i'm always on such a weird combo of uncommon shit that every time i go to a different pharmacy the pharmacist themselves will emerge from somewhere in the endless shelves of drugs to look Very Deeply Concerned in my direction and it's really funny)

i can sometimes see the pharmacist(s) working in mine, but oftentimes i don't see them when i'm in there because they are sitting down and hidden behind a wall of drugs. i only know what mine looks like bc i've spoken to him specifically about something. i think in 4 years i've seen his head bob up over the Drug Wall like twice. he's only just tall enough that you can see him if he stands up. if i hadn't dragged him out for an actual talk once i would have no idea what that man looks like from the nose down

[xpedropascal]

To Be So Lonely [Maxwell Lord x Reader] Part Three

Summary: After being struck by a family tragedy, Maxwell Lord finds his legacy in taking over his father’s business, Black Gold Cooperative. Cold and shut-off from the world around him, he decides he does not have time for anything other than his work and cares only about pushing his company to success – but how difficult does that become for him when you enter his life as a ghost from the past?

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

WARNINGS: mention of suicide, character death, illness (cancer)

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR [coming soon!]

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KO-FI

AUTHOR’S NOTE: chapter three! this is quite an intense one so please check the warnings before reading. flashbacks can be identified through use of italics. To Be So Lonely will have themes of hurt/comfort, angst, fluff etc. i plan on it being a whole exciting ride. there will be connections to the DCEU and certain characters will making an appearance… however, for story-telling purposes, this will be in an alternate universe to Wonder Woman 1984 just because the movie has yet to be released. the main bulk of the story will be set in the 80s, with the occasional childhood flashbacks. please let me know if you want to be added onto a tag list!

♡ ♡ ♡ THREE ♡ ♡ ♡

You were still frozen, your brain struggling to process what had just happened. It wasn’t until city hall’s bell chimed and you knew it had turned 6PM, you were snapped out of your thoughts. You cursed under your breath and hurriedly put the cloth and spray you were holding behind the counter before bolting into your manager’s small make-shift office. On his desk, you located an ivory envelope, sealed, with your name written on it. You knew exactly what it was and ripped it open on instinct, collecting this month’s salary. Flicking your fingers through the green dollar bills, you found yourself mentally calculating how much your work this month had earned you. You sighed, puffing out your cheeks and feeling disheartened. Only $320. Grabbing your jacket and purse, you locked up the coffee shop.

When you stepped foot on the street outside, you took in the cool evening air. It felt so refreshing. Every pay day, you knew exactly where you needed to go and what you’d be spending your salary on. Swinging your purse over your shoulder you jogged over to the pharmacy just a few blocks away, and breathed a sigh of relief when you saw that the kind owner had yet to close. You stumbled in, trying to catch your breath and offered the owner of the pharmacy a warm smile. “Hi Mrs Walters,” you greeted her.

“Hi dear, how was work?” She leaned her sweeping brush into a corner and approached you, rubbing your shoulders in a comforting manner. You had been seeing Mrs Walters consistently more or less since you moved back to Gotham, and had grown increasingly close to her. You didn’t have time for friendships anymore, but the short, white haired lady had always been there for you during the darkest of times. You considered telling her about your run-in with Bruce Wayne, but figured that wouldn’t be the best idea since you were still trying to make sense of it all.

“It was okay. Same old. Do you have my mother’s prescription ready?” You quizzed Mrs Walters. The pharmacist gave you a knowing look and grabbed a rather large paper bag with Lucia Y/L/N (your mother’s name) written on it. The bag was filled with pills and potions used to make your mother’s life just that little bit easier. Upon leaving DC, your mother became sick but as you watched her health deteriorate, and knowing there was no cure for her illness, you swore to yourself you would do anything in your means to make her life as comfortable as could be. If that meant spending almost the entirety of your monthly salary on her, so be it.

“Yes, that will be $300.” Mrs Walters said, her fingers clicking away as she checked the numbers into the cash register. You pulled out your wages from your purse and handed them over to the pharmacist. Despite Mrs Walters giving you discount like she always would, it didn’t change the fact you had only just been paid and were now practically spent up for the month. You mouthed a ‘thank you’ at the kind lady, offering her a polite smile, and took the heavy paper bag filled to the brim with medication. With only twenty dollars to last the rest of the month, you decided to against getting the bus and travelled home by feet. It’s a mild night anyway- you told yourself.

♡

“Mother, with all due respect…” Maxwell Lord rolled his eyes as his mother paced around the spacious kitchen of Maxwell Lord’s DC penthouse, her high heels clicking against the pristine tiled floor. Thanks to botox from DC’s finest plastic surgeons, Naomi Lord had barely aged. She was still strutting around in that same ruby red lipstick, decked out in the most elegant pearls retrieved from the deepest part of the ocean, and her platinum blonde hair still sat in the tightest of curls.

“No Maxwell, you need to listen to me. I am not going to watch you make the same mistakes as your father did. Wasting away your shares in Black Gold like it’s nothing!”

Maxwell sighed, gently putting down his mug of espresso on the kitchen counter and closing his copy of The Financial Times. “It’s called investment.”

“Investing into what, exactly? Charity?” Naomi chuckled in disbelief. “Just like your father.” She reiterated. “Had some kind of complex, thinking he could singlehandedly fix the world by donating a few thousand to- what? The local library?” Naomi narrowed her eye’s at the cheque which had been written out in Maxwell’s name. Maxwell made a fist.

“I am nothing like my father.” Maxwell snapped, abruptly standing and pointing his ring clad finger, wincing at his mother’s painful comparison. Naomi suddenly quietened down, taking the hint that she had perhaps overstepped her boundaries. But she, like her son, was not one to give up.

“Sweetheart,” Naomi said, her voice gentle as she sat her son back down. “You know, all I’ve ever wanted is what’s best for Black Gold Cooperative. Because what is best for Black Gold Cooperative, is best for you.”

Maxwell’s mother had been telling her son this every single day after his father passed. After his father had selfishly chosen to leave him. It was no wonder he had engrained into him that his main priority was the family business. He was so sure he could never forgive his father for what he had done.

♡

When sixteen year old Maxwell Lord discovered his father’s body, the cry he let out was not one any mother wanted to hear from their child. Not even Naomi Lord. Maxwell fell to his knees and crawled over to his father’s body, grabbing on to it and swearing he’d never let go. Tears streaming down his face, he screamed for his mother. He yelled for help. Naomi came running into her husband’s office where she was met with her son, cradling Maxwell Lord III’s lifeless body on the floor.

“Oh Max, oh Max, oh Max,” she whispered repeatedly as she approached her son and gently tore him away from his father. Maxwell screamed as he let go and curled into his mother’s arms, sobbing. Naomi’s heart was shattered, and she buried her face into her son’s dark blonde hair, comforting him the best she could. She sat with Maxwell, on the floor, for only a few minutes, until she was able to compose herself and stand up. She took her son’s hand and pulled him up. “Sit here. Sit here my love, I’m going to call Lucia.” Naomi pulled her husband’s office chair out and watched her son shakily sit in it. She handed him a box of tissues and walked over to the phone, dialling the extension to the guest house. “Ah yes, Lucia it seems I could use your assistance. In my husband’s office. Quickly.” Naomi put the phone down and took a deep breath. “Okay Maxwell, brighten up. No time to mourn. Things are going to change real fast for you,” she rubbed the tears away from her son’s eyes. “Look at me. I need you to go to your room and change into your best suit, and then wait for me in the lobby.”

“But dad-“ Maxwell whimpered, and turned to look at his father one last time.

“I won’t ask you again.” Naomi said sternly. Maxwell nodded obediently and stood up before leaving the office.

Naomi watched her son leave, stiffening up and kneeling beside her husband on the floor. With great difficulty, she was able to regulate her breathing and hold back any tears. Hidden in the pocket of his suit jacket, she found a note. Unfolding it, she read her husband’s final words.

‘Naomi,

This was never meant to happen. Lord Tech was a failure- my failure. I always knew you were against the expansion of Black Gold Cooperative but with Wayne Enterprises’ taking over the states, I felt like I had no other choice. We’re losing money, and a lot of it. As of today, I will be disenfranchising Lord Technologies. It will be no more; for I have made a discovery, that our company, our family business, has been creating and selling carcinogenic products. I am filled with extreme guilt. How am I to go on, when it is our family name that will be responsible for hundreds of deaths worldwide.

On the second Monday of March, I asked our house-keeper, Lucia, to collect my belongings from our head laboratory. Naomi, darling, I have no doubt that she will be infected with the illness. Everyone who has been in proximity with our head lab developers will now have the cancer. I feel for her daughter. I found out that the cancer is a new strain. Lucia knows nothing about this and I expect for it to stay that way. The outbreak will make news eventually but it cannot be associated with my family name. The Lord family has nothing to do with this. Hide my note, and when the time comes, pass it on to my boy Maxwell, when he is old enough to understand.

Oh my dearest Maxwell… my wife, you should ensure he does not make the same mistakes as I did. Black Gold Cooperative still has a chance of success and our family legacy must go on! But not under my rule. Which is why, I will be passing on the business to him. Black Gold is our priority. It will always be our priority.

My boy, on the chance that you read this, know that I have always loved you. I’ve not been the best father, but even in death know that I have always cared so deeply about you.

Make me proud.

With love,

Maxwell Lord III’

Naomi gulped, folding away the note and slipping it into the pocket of her fur jacket.

“Mrs Lord,” Lucia appeared by the office door frame and when she caught sight of Maxwell Lord III’s dead body she gasped, stumbling backwards.

“Suicide,” Naomi explained, raising to her feet. “Lucia, are you sick?”

“I’m okay,” Lucia knotted her eyebrows in confusion, but she had no time to question it. “Mrs Lord… I am so… so sorry…”

“Lucia I need you to call an ambulance and report a suicide,” Naomi instructed.

“Did he leave a note?” Lucia asked.

Naomi hesitated before letting out a strong “No.”

“Oh…”

“Call the press too.” Naomi said.

“The press?”

“I’ll be the one to announce my husband’s demise… not some random paparazzi selling the story to the tabloids. I also have to announce the closure of Lord Technologies. From now on, our focus will be on Black Gold Cooperative… it’s what my husband would’ve wanted.” Naomi replied, the usual bitterness dripping from her tongue.

“You’re taking over Black Gold?” Lucia questioned further.

“No, my son is.”

“But Max is just a child…”

“My son will be CEO of Black Gold Cooperative. He is a Lord. He has what it takes.”

Lucia gulped. “I have no doubt but don’t you think you should give him a little time to grieve before you throw all this at him.”

“Are you telling me how to raise my son, Ms Y/L/N?” Naomi spat and Lucia looked at her feet. “I want you to call the authorities, call the press, pack your bags and leave before they get here.”

“Leave?” Lucia gasped. “But- but I have nowhere to go. And my daughter-“

“That is my final order.” Naomi said, pointing her finger towards the door.

♡

Maxwell took a sip of his now cold espresso, it left a sour taste in his mouth. He reopened his newspaper and shook off his mother’s words.

“Maxie,” Barbara Minerva’s voice made Maxwell jump. She had the same effect on him as his mother did. She called his name again before finding him still sat at the breakfast bar.

“Barbara what are you doing here?” Maxwell sighed, feeling slightly uneasy at the way her diamond engagement ring glinted in the white lights of his kitchen. “You know not to come to my penthouse uninvited.”

“Your mother faxed me. She’s called the tabloids again… anonymously, of course. The press are going to be waiting for us at the Plaza restaurant on Sunday. She wants us to officially announce the engagement.” Barbara smiled, wrapping her arms around Maxwell and pressing a kiss into his jaw.

“Don’t.” Maxwell said, shuddering away from her. “You don’t touch me. Don’t kiss me. Just. Don’t.” Maxwell was filled with the regret of getting intimate with Barbara, his secretary, in his office the night before. Now Barbara was overstepping her boundaries. She might have been engaged to Maxwell, but he did not tolerate any physical affection from her unprompted. If this is what love was, Max didn’t understand what all the fuss was about. He was still cold, and still miserable.

Naomi had set Barbara and Maxwell up and within three months they were already engaged. Barbara was truly smitten with Maxwell. He had everything she wanted; money, fame, power and fortune… and Barbara was certainly beautiful, but Maxwell had never really considered marriage. Not since he was a child and used to dream of marrying the little girl who lived in his guest house.

“Max.” Barbara had been chanting her fiancée’s name for the past couple of minutes. It seemed like Maxwell was in his own little world.

“Yeah. We can’t go to the Plaza on Sunday.” Max shook his head, standing up and fixing his tie.

“What?”

“I have a lot to do. Gotta prepare for my meeting with Bruce Wayne for a start. Do you have my schedule for Monday?”

“Max, I’m only your secretary when I’m at work…” Barbara reminded the CEO. “We haven’t been on a date in so long. I know this is your mother’s doing but please… I want the world to know I’m going to be the future Mrs Lord.”

Maxwell stared at his bride-to-be for a few moments before letting out another deep sigh. “Okay,” he agreed. “Come on. You can share a ride with me. Don’t want to be late for work.”

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“Mom! I’m home!” you called as you entered your Gotham apartment, throwing your keys on the counter and gently placing the brown paper bag of medication down. “You won’t believe who came into the shop and asked me out on a date.”

Your eyes caught on to your mother, Lucia, who was laying on the sofa, sleeping. Her chest was rattling as it heaved up and down. She looked even worse than she did before you left her to go to work that morning. You walked into the kitchen and took a towel, running it under the tap to dampen it. You brought it back into the living room and placed it gently on your mother’s forehead hoping to cool her down. You brought her a glass of ice, knowing it would have melted into water by the time she wakes up, and a bottle of pills, putting it near her on the coffee table. You gave her a gentle kiss, kicked off your shoes and entered your bedroom.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, you looked at your reflection in your full length mirror and began fumbling with your fingers. How could you possibly prepare yourself for a date with Bruce Wayne?

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Very Good Friends (Chapter 12)

Catch up here: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8]  [Chapter 9]  [Chapter 10]  [Chapter 11]

Reader x Henry Cavill, Reader x co-star named Dan

Warning: This tale is for 18+ readers ONLY!!!  Mentions of flashbacks: (rape, anal sex, non-con sex, abuse), severe bruising and injury, mentions of suicidal thoughts, depression, humiliation, and some fluff to make us feel better. Smut comes later on  in the story… Several chapters down the road… I promise!!!

If ANY  of the warnings upset you or make you uncomfortable, DO NOT read below  the cut! go find something else to read in this case.

If you are okay with reading those things then enjoy the tale below the cut.

Feedback and reblogs are appreciated. I do not own Henry nor do I have any personal knowledge of him besides what is common knowledge amongst the Cavillary. Any mistakes and typos are mine, story is not beta-tested. GIF I got from the tumbler search thingy.

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The doctor informs the nurse that he has to do two emergency procedures and an emergency surgery to remove and replace an IUD. She nods and he tells her to bump all appointments back until this is taken care of, and that they will need to sedate the patient as she is a rape victim who is still reeling from the trauma. She nods and orders and an anesthesiologist to come do and monitor the sedation.

Once the anesthesiologist arrives, the Doctor enters with her and a few minutes later, Henry knocks on the door and enters. You’re looking scared and the Doctor tells you what they are going to do and explains why you’re having so much pain. You look at Henry and he gives you a reassuring smile. “It’ll be okay, Sweetheart. I’ll be right here with you, okay? They’re going to give you something that will make you sleepy, they’ll do the two procedures and take out the old IUD that is out of place and will replace it with one so it’s in the proper place, okay?” Henry tells you reassuringly.

“Honey, you should be feeling better, and in less pain, once we get this taken care of.” The Doctor tells you. “I’ll give you a stronger antibiotic to combat the infection and the pain should go down in your abdomen once we get the new IUD in place.” He confirms. You sigh and nod.

The anesthesiologist tells you she will put a mask on you and to just take slow deep breaths and count backwards from 10 to 1. You nod and take Henry’s hand. He holds it with a firm grip and caresses it with his other hand. The mask is placed on your face and you start to count backwards. Henry chuckles as he sees you get to about 5 and you are out.

The anesthesiologist and Doctor grin and they hook up the necessary monitors to keep an eye on your O2 levels and BP and sedation. Then everyone heads for the CT scan. They shift you onto the platform for the scan and Henry is told where to stand and observe. You are shifted into the machine and it begins taking the pictures of your abdomen specifically your uterus and bladder. Once it is completed, you are transferred back to the hospital gurney and taken back to the room you had been in and are placed back onto the exam table.

You’re given more sedative and then the Cystoscopy is done and confirms your Urethra is extremely inflamed and almost swollen closed. They are able to get the scope through and are able to examine the bladder as well and it’s confirmed it is infected as well. They remove the scope slowly and carefully, then you are given an anti-inflammatory to get the swelling down and a strong IV antibiotic to start to kick the infection faster. While those are being done, the Doctor asks Henry to hold one of your legs still for him while he does the IUD removal while the anesthesiologist holds the other one.

In about 10 minutes, he has the IUD’s swapped out and is having the ultrasound tech doing another ultrasound image to make sure the IUD is placed correctly so it won’t shift or perforate the uterus. It is placed correctly, and so the Doc lets the anesthesiologist start to wean you off the sedative. He tells the ultrasound tech she can head out and thanks her for helping.

The Doc pulls the platform out on the exam table, and rests your legs on it instead of the stirrups he had you in, then puts the stirrups away. He cleans up the area and Henry asks to see the IUD since he’s never seen one before. The doc shows him the one he removed and shows him on the diagram on the wall how it’s inserted and where it’s supposed to sit in the uterus. He explains that because Dan was so rough with you, that it shifted the IUD (which he shows Henry the way it was positioned on the first ultrasound) and explains that since it was tilted, it wasn’t able to do it’s job and ran the risk of either breaking, embedding into the walls or puncturing the uterine walls which would result in needing to have emergency surgery and potentially could make you unable to bear children and worst case, require a hysterectomy.

Henry’s eyes get huge, “All because of that little copper thing?” the doctor nods. “So why use this instead of other forms of birth control if it’s so dangerous?” Henry asks.

“Mostly women want it for the convenience. Depending on which type is inserted, it gets placed, and they can forget about it for anywhere from 3-10 years. Whereas, with the pills, if she forgets to take even one pill the effectiveness drops significantly, and the risk of pregnancy increases exponentially. Patches often leave sticky residue that many women dislike and they have to be replaced each week on the same day. And with both the patch and pill, they can be affected by antibiotics, where an IUD isn’t.” he explains.

Henry nods. Then looks back at you. He sighs. “I suppose it was a good thing, then, that she had that in her.” He says. The Doctor turns and looks at you asleep on the table with the anesthesiologist next to you. He nods. “She was very lucky, though, Henry. He could have very easily broken it, especially with whatever he was wearing that tore her up so bad.

Depending on how long she waits to have intercourse, it may be quite painful for her until her body gets used to things again. She will have a lot of scar tissue that will need to be softened and realigned. She may not like it, but actually, the massaging action of sex will eventually help to realign the fibers of the scar to all go the same direction and the stretching of the walls that it creates will help as well.

I have a friend who is a massage therapist who does a lot of scar work on the outside of the body and has explained how it works to me. It made sense and the same concepts could be applied with this case, but it would have to be someone she trusted very much, and was comfortable with, who would take the care and time to do it properly. Starting out with fingers until she is able to stretch enough to accommodate a larger girth of either a toy or dick. It’ll be a slow process for her, I’m afraid.” He says.

Henry sighs. “When do you recommend she have this done?” he asks. “There’s no hurry, Henry. When she is ready. If it’s you she agrees to have do it for her, just call me and I’ll give you my friend’s name and contact info. She can explain to you the concept and the technique and show you the direction of the muscles’ fibers and which way you’ll need to work the scars. You’ll be able to feel them once your fingers are inside. Scar tissue of any kind is always tougher and doesn’t give as much when pressed.” He tells Henry quietly.

Henry nods and they both see you’re starting to wake up. Henry goes over to you and holds your hand. Once you’re awake more, they sit you up slowly. You wince and groan. But the pain is significantly less now than it was before. You lean against Henry and he holds you. The Doctor comes over to you and asks you if the pain is less now. You nod slowly and he gently pats your knee. “I’ll go get the prescription for you for the stronger antibiotics.” He tells you and Henry. “Just keep using the pain meds you already have. They should be sufficient for the pain now.” he informs you both. You nod slowly and struggle to keep your eyes open.

Henry grins seeing you looking so sleepy. “You’re cute when you look so sleepy, Kitten.” He teases you. You punch his chest lightly. “Stop teasing, Bear.” You tell him, making him chuckle. He holds your head and you both wait for the IV of antibiotics to finish. You ask if you can get off the table and put your clothes back on. The nurse says to wait for the Doc to come back and he’ll answer that for you.

“Okay.” You mumble. A few minutes later the Doctor returns with the prescription. Henry asks if they can get you dressed now, that you wanted off the exam table and wondered if you could sit on the chairs instead while they waited for the IV antibiotics to finish. The doc nods and says you can get your panties and pants, socks and shoes back on, but to wait for your top until the IV is done. He says he’ll check on you in about 15 minutes, then heads out.

Henry and the anesthesiologist help you down from the exam table and help you get dressed, with your panties, sweatpants, socks and shoes. Then you sit on the chair by the desk and lean against Henry. He and the anesthesiologist talk for a bit and then the Doctor returns and sees the IV is pretty much done. He has the nurse come and disconnect everything and she puts a bandage and a colored band around your wrist where the IV had been placed since they couldn’t find a good vein in your elbow nor in your hand. You are awake enough now to be able to sit up without flopping over and are just groggy now.

Rich thanks them for all the help and carries you effortlessly out of the hospital once he gets your discharge papers and has your prescription filled at the hospital pharmacy. He carries your sleepy self to the car and gets you inside. You sip on your still hot tea and he drives you back to the trailers.

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It’s lunch time by the time you both get back and you’re surprised to see some signs and balloons and flowers outside the trailer with encouraging notes on them. Henry carries you from the car to the trailer and puts you down so you can look at the notes that were left. They were damp from the rain, which has since stopped, but the notes were still legible.

“They are from our co-stars!” you tell him hoarsely. He nods. “They asked if I minded if they leave you some encouragement outside the trailer. They didn’t want to bother you since you were feeling so miserable.” He explains.

“Awww, that’s sweet!” you murmur with a yawn. You pick up the bouquets of flowers to put in a vase inside. And ask him to take the mylar balloons inside too. Henry gets you in and settled, then goes to get the mylar balloons you requested. He chuckles finding one tied to a sunshine shaped small pillow that has a smiley face with sunglasses embroidered on it. He shows it to you, and you chuckle and sip on your tea. Henry puts the flowers in a vase and sets them by the TV across from the window so you can see them from the couch.

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House call - chapter 2

Chapter 1 I ao3

    Through his career, he’s been to a lot of places of varying degrees of decay, from the long-abandoned hotels subjected to evergoing gang disputes to the city’s garbage dump stretching miles upon miles outside of the city, a sea of trash and metal, often twisted into unrecognizable shapes, piling up into mountains, where every step meant a very real risk of slipping and impaling himself on a rust-bitten shard. Hidden in between were those unfortunate enough to end their journey in a place like this, abandoned by their rivals or hitmen too lazy to attempt hiding a body within the guts of the city. If they had a working car, and almost all of them did, it was way easier to just drive whatever was left of their target and dump it to be devoured by rats and whatever else evolved enough to survive in a place like this. Sometimes they wouldn’t even bother to check if the person they were leaving there was actually dead, hence the reason why he’d sometimes get calls begging him to fish a guy (or lady) down on their luck out. He found himself digging through trash more often than not, futile in his attempts to pinpoint his awaiting patient’s location. When he was starting out, the thought of giving up his search wouldn’t even cross his mind, he’d spend hours looking, even dragging along metal cutters with him, figuring they’d come in handy. They probably would’ve if not for the fact that he often wasn’t even able to find the person who called him, localization data too patchy to give him a solid lead on where he should even start.

    After a while, when he established himself and lost some of his rookie idealism, he put in a disclaimer that he wouldn’t go trash diving anymore, no matter the pay. A small step, but even at the beginning he tried to have standards.

    V’s apartment was far from Night City’s biggest trash dump, but something about the chaos within it reminded him of that when he switched on the lights. As if the hurricane had swept through the place, some of the furniture was tilted over, a pile of clothes, dangerously balanced on an overfilled laundry basket, threatened to collapse and spill over at any moment. A half-finished box of noodles laid abandoned on the counter, accompanied by a mosaic of pills from a knocked over bottle.

    Viktor found V curled up on the floor next to her bed, wearing a washed-out Samurai t-shirt and sweatpants, covers dragged along with her halfway between the linoleum and the mattress. He could barely see her face from the way she was bundled up. V didn’t move upon hearing his footsteps, didn’t even flinch when he kneeled next to her and reached out a hand to touch her shoulder.

    The ripper dropped the heavy bag at his side and gently cupped V’s face in his hands, wincing at how burned up the woman’s skin was, and turned it so he could take a quick glance. V’s eyes were rolled far back into her skull. Viktor started to have an idea of what he was dealing with here, has seen the wreckage that offensive hacking can cause many times before. They usually started out slow, identical to a bad case of flu but then, if dismissed, proceeded to stir fry one’s brain until not much was left.

    Viktor opened his bag and pulled out a small, remote biomonitor. It took a few seconds to fully calibrate, but eventually, the screen lit up.

    ‘V, can you hear me?’ he asked, not counting on her to answer. 'I’m going to connect your personal link now and see what’s going on in there, okay?' he reached for her wrist, already feeling her racing pulse, and connected it to the device. While it was loading, Viktor propped it up on the wall and grabbed V to lay her on her back to make the job easier for himself, and pulled out a few small gel-filled Ice-Pax. He knew she probably needed more, but those will have to do for now.

    Just as Viktor placed two under her arms and another on her groin, the monitor beeped. He reached over her to grab it and swiftly ran a basic diagnostics program, but save for the things he already knew, it didn’t spew out anything interesting. She was vastly overheated and her blood pressure shot up to a point where an angrily red window kept popping up to inform him of a 72% percent chance of an incoming cardiac event, but he dismissed it for now. Instead, Viktor chose a different angle and ran a more advanced version of the program, letting it comb through V’s frontal cortex and RAM.

    ‘There’s the rub’ he hummed to himself as the program kindly highlighted the results. He let out a long sigh. If V had come to see him a day earlier, he’d fix it in five minutes and she wouldn’t even notice, but now she’ll be out of commission for at least a week before she can even get out of bed. He’ll have to tell her a thing or two about responsibility, not that she’d listen to him anyway. Patients never did, but it still might be worth a shot.

    Viktor typed a few commands to enclose the scrambled code from her RAM and before pulling out V’s personal link, copied her real-time vitals chart onto his interface. After it appeared within his field of vision, he pulled out a worn-out connecting cord that he’s been promising himself he’d replace for ages now and inserted it into the neural port at V’s nape to get a better working field, now that he knew what the problem was. RAM damages were problematic in their very nature but pretty easy to fix once caught, not much of his medical knowledge needed. Viktor simply fired up what ripperdocs tended to call a “palate cleanser” and let it do the work, putting back together what the bug has managed to break.

    While the program was fixing up V’s tech, Viktor got to work on her body. Flipping the ice packs, he took a quick glance at her temperature and was glad to see that it had started to slowly go down, followed by her pulse and blood pressure, all three leaving the life-threatening territory. None of them were quite to his liking just yet, but at least now Viktor was sure V would pull through. Reaching into his bag, he eventually found an IV set, but decided it’d be better to move her onto the bed first, sparing himself all the gymnastics with the tubing and cables. Minding the biomonitor still plugged into her, Viktor leaned down to lift V and put her on the bed. She was quite heavy, the dead weight of her limp body adding to the feeling, but he didn’t even break a sweat carrying her. Taking the covers from the floor, he put them on her, straightening the wrinkled material intuitively.

    Having done that, Viktor grabbed her arm and carefully inserted the needle. To his relief, it went in on the first try. Glad he didn’t need to poke her any more than necessary, Viktor looked around and realized that V didn’t have anything even remotely resembling an IV stand, but when he looked up, he noticed a small hook, probably remains of a poster frame, conveniently placed over the bed. Stepping up on the edge of the bed frame, he placed the bag there, and after making sure that everything was in place, let it drip. That should do the job, maybe paired up with a shot of dopabenzamine if she won’t improve in the next few hours.

    Viktor let out a deep sigh of relief, feeling as if he’s been holding his breath ever since V called. Biomonitor’s estimated time kept shifting but eventually settled on six hours and twenty-three minutes. Viktor nodded to himself and turned around to take another look at the mess that V’s apartment has turned into. He leaned down and reached under the covers to grab the unpleasantly warm ice packs, and throw them in the freezer, wondering if he should clean up, just a little bit. Would V get mad at him for snooping around? Then again, she’ll need a few days to recover and this ever-growing mess around her surely won’t help. Or should he ask Misty? They were closer, he was pretty sure that she’s been over at V’s place at some point.

    Maybe he shouldn’t be overthinking this. Just a little bit, he told himself as he gathered the pills spilled on the counter, inspecting the label while he was at it. Strong shit, impossible to get by simply waltzing into a pharmacy. Viktor made a mental note to ask about it later, just to make sure that V doesn’t swallow these like candy. Of course she doesn’t, he reprimanded himself. She’s an adult, a stupid, reckless one, but an adult nevertheless. It still won’t hurt to bring it up, though.

    He put it back into the medicine cabinet and returned to the kitchen to deal with the noodles, and since they were on the verge of no longer being edible, he just tossed them into the trash can, along with other unfinished takeout he found in various places around the apartment. He didn’t want to snoop through V’s things, so he just folded the clothes that were sprawled all over the floor and couch and put them in a neat pile. When he was done, the place looked somehow presentable, so he settled on the couch opposite V’s bed.

    She appeared to be sleeping, although far from soundly. No longer completely unconscious, she kept tossing and turning, her face grimacing as her recovering brain no doubt served her a concoction of fever dreams.

    Just as Viktor leaned down to relax a little, he heard a ping of an incoming text message. He pulled it up

Misty

>that lady from Biotechnica is here to see you again, but you don’t seem to be in, what should I tell her?

                                                                                              >Tell her to fuck off

                                                        >I’m at V’s and have to stay for a few more                                                              hours, she screwed herself up real bad this                                                            time

>oh no what happened>

>?

                                                         >I’ll tell you all about it later, I got it covered                                                             for now

    He fully expected Misty to call him, alarmed, but apparently, he managed to reassure her just enough. He leaned back and closed his eyes, just for a second, but must’ve dozed off at some point, exhausted after over twenty hours without a chance for a shuteye. When he woke, a groan escaped his lips as the stiffness of his neck hit him with full force.

    That’s what you get for sleeping sitting up, old man, he told himself as he reached to grab his glasses off the floor. They must’ve slipped off at some point during his nap. Viktor stood up and stretched until he heard his joints crack. Still tired, he rubbed his eyes in a futile attempt to wake himself up and walked up to V’s bed to check on her. When he reached for the biomonitor to check the progress bar and see how long he’s been sleeping, V moved slightly. She opened her eyes and scanned the room, looking right over him, and furrowed her eyebrows. Finally, she looked up and saw Vik standing next to the bed and her expression went from blank to confused.

    ‘Vik? What…’ V cleared her throat. ‘What are you doin’ here?’

    ‘You don’t remember calling me?

    ‘Not quite’ she bit her lip, trying to gather her thoughts. ‘It’s a bit of a blur. I was feeling like absolute shit after that last job, thought I could just sleep it off.’ she said quietly, propping her head upon her elbow. ‘I didn’t expect it to grow into...whatever that was.’

    “A neurogenic cybervirus is what that is. Invisible until it starts to fry your brain. You gave me quite a fright.’

    “Fuck. I knew something was off about that netrunner, after she...eh, nevermind. Vik..how long have you been here anyway?

    ‘Uh,’ Viktor took a quick glance at the biomonitor ‘seven hours, give or take?

    ‘Fucking hell. I’m..’ she looked at him apologetically. ‘I’m gonna pay you back. What’s your house call fee again? I don't remember it being listed…’

    ‘Nah, it’s okay. I usually don’t do house calls, so consider that a favor. Just promise me that when you feel something’s off after a job, you’ll come to see me right away. There’s a lot of real vile stuff out there and you won’t even know until it gets you. That’s what you have me for.’

    ‘Sure, dad. You can spare me the lecture' she chuckled. ‘But for real, Vik. Thank you.’

    ‘No problem, really.’ he grabbed the biomonitor. Four minutes left. ‘You’re gonna feel like you were hit by a truck for the next few days, but there shouldn’t be any lasting damage. I’ll check up on you in a few days and send in Misty or Jackie in the meantime to help you out since I’d rather you didn’t get out of bed more often than necessary. Next time you see me, consider getting that new set of optics and a gun grip. Might save your ass next time someone attempts to do you dirty like his.’

    Something akin to a smile appeared on her face. ‘Doctor’s orders?’

    ‘Doctor’s orders.’

[theangriestpea]

The Killing Type | Six

Summary: Just when Lavender thought things were going great with Sweet Pea, a new girl comes back to turn to turn their entire relationship upside down. Now they have to navigate a world of drug dealers, rival gangs, and co-parenting. Sequel to Mercy Killing. <masterlist><playlist> 

Rating: Mature // Explicit

Pairings: Sweet Pea x OC // eventual Jughead Jones x OC

Warnings: Plan-b usage, mentions of abortion/pregnancy termination, mentions of cheating

Word Count: 5.0k+

A/N:  It's finally here! There's not a whole lot of Sweet Pea in the chapter (only towards the end), sorry about that. But it was kind of necessary filler lol. I hope everyone enjoys!

Chapter Six : Two Hearts, Unstable

When Lavender awoke the next morning, Sweet Pea was absent from her bed. She assumed that he had gone to work on a job or check up on Daisy. While her being alone did hurt at first, she understood that he had other priorities he had to tend to too. She let out a groggy sigh as she rubbed the grains of sleep from her eyes. Did last night really happen? She found herself wondering and realizing that she was still naked hammered it in that it did.

Then the realization hit her and she was suddenly overcome with intense dread. They hadn’t used a condom, and while she didn’t keep detailed track of her period, it had been a few weeks since her last cycle meaning she was either ovulating or close to it. She wasn’t on birth control because it interacted with her antidepressants too much so her only options were condoms or the risky pull-out method.

She knew that she couldn’t handle a child right now, nor could Sweet Pea handle a second child. It was an easy decision to make, to go to the pharmacy and pick up a plan-b pill. The thought of going alone though made her incredibly nervous, especially after her run in with the Ghoulie last night.

At first she called Toni and Cheryl, but neither picked up. She really didn’t want to ask Jug or Fangs, because they’d probably tattle to Sweet Pea. Her only option then was...Lily.

Lavender swallowed hard as she got out of the shower and got dressed. She had no issues with Lily but she found their relationship rocky at best. They had had a little heart to heart last night, but before that then their conversations had often been argumentative in nature. Though, she figured if anyone would understand, then it would be Lily. Seeing as she herself had a child with Sweet Pea.

She figured just going over there would be better than calling, and for that she was thankful that it was a Saturday. Once she was finished getting ready, she made her way to Sweet Pea’s trailer. Luckily his bike wasn’t out front, so she assumed he was off with Fangs somewhere or working a job for Jughead.

With a little hesitation, she knocked on the front door despite still having a key. It felt weird going in there without knocking first now that it wasn’t just Sweet Pea (and occasionally his father, though that was a rarity). She heard a faint “in a second” before waiting a few minutes. Eventually the door opened to see an exasperated Lily with a giggling Daisy in her arms.

Lav smiled weakly, suddenly feeling incredibly embarrassed. “Can I ask you a favor? You don’t have to say yes but...if you do then I’ll buy you and Daze some lunch in return.”

Lily thanked god above that her stomach did not growl then and there. “Sure, what is it?” She asked, while before she hadn’t been too sure of Lav’s intentions with Sweet Pea, she knew now that the purple haired girl meant no harm. She was just as vulnerable as her ex was and they both pretended not to be simultaneously.

“I need to go get some plan-b.” She said, looking utterly embarrassed that she had gotten too caught up in the moment to make Sweet Pea wear a condom. She was sure Lily was going to lecture her about it, tell her that she was a total idiot. But, she was wrong. Lily just nodded and moved aside so Lav could come in.

“Can you hold her while I get ready?” Lily asked, not even missing a beat. “It’ll only take like ten minutes.” She passed the happy baby off to Lavender who sat down on the couch with her. She was unable to look at Lily directly, still feeling incredibly ashamed.

Almost exactly ten minutes later, Lily returned with her keys. “So, I take it you guys finally said it?” She asked, trying to lighten the mood. Lavender forced a smile as she stood up with Daisy still in her arms.

“Yeah, we did...and uh, I just got so caught up in the moment I forgot to make him wrap it up.” She said, nearly choking out the words.

Lily just laughed, knowing all too well how bad Sweet Pea was at wearing a condom. “Don’t worry about it too much, since it was just last night the plan-b should work fine. Do you need money? Jug might can get some for you if-”

Lav shook her head, “No, I’m fine. My dad left me a lot when he died. I just want to get it over with. I really don’t think any one of us could handle two baby snakes at this time.”

Though she wouldn’t say it, Lily was grateful that Lavender was doing the smart thing. She recalled when she went in for her abortion and was unable to carry through after hearing the heartbeat. While she loved her daughter more than anything in the entire world, she couldn’t deny that life would have been so much easier if she had simply taken a pill the day after risky sex. Though she was certain that cost would add up to be a small fortune very quickly.

The two teens went to Lily’s car. Lav placed Daisy in her car seat and strapped her in, making sure she was secure before getting into the passenger’s seat. Lily hopped in behind the wheel and started the car before driving to the nearest pharmacy on the southside, the only one she knew of that wouldn’t give them any trouble for asking for a pill. Any northside place would just lecture them and try to force them to have a parent buy it for them. That clearly wasn’t an option for either of them.

The car ride was relatively quiet. The only sounds were punk music from the radio and Daisy babbling in the back seat. Lav was unsure of what she should say, if she should say anything. “After, want to go to Pop’s?” She asked, “My treat for not making me go by myself.”

That time Lily’s stomach did growl. A sheepish look crossed her face, “Yeah, sure. That sounds great.” She parked the car and the two got out. Lily walked around and grabbed Daisy before going inside.

Once inside the tiny store, they walked through the convenience aisles to get to the back part where the actual pharmacy was. “I have to ask someone, don’t I?” She whispered to Lily. She had never done this before and wasn’t entirely sure how it would go.

“Yeah, the pharmacist will give it to you after telling you the side effects. Don’t worry, I can ask. I’m used to the judgmental looks people give me.” Lily said back, keeping her voice just as low. Lavender nodded, feeling even more grateful now.

Once at the counter, Lily told the pharmacy tech what they needed. The young man looked between Lily and Lav, wheels obviously turning in hi head about why teenagers would need an emergency contraceptive. Lav was biting her lip nervously, looking down at the counter while Lily just stared him head on, clearly not one to play games.

The tech nodded and went to get the pharmacist to help them. Lily nudged Lav with her elbow as a silent encouragement. Lav let out a shaky breath as an older woman came with the small box that she needed. She asked who it was for and Lily said it was for her, again the look on her face was daring the pharmacist to say anything negative to her. Daisy was giggling, clearly having no understanding of what was going on.

The woman simply nodded, not about to put up a fight with a couple of teenage gangbangers. Everyone knew who the Southside Serpents were in these parts. The top of Lav’s tattoo was visible over the upper edge of the tank top she was wearing. Lily was wearing her jacket and even Daisy at a tiny denim vest with the double headed snake. The top rocker said “baby” and bottom rocker said “serpent”. Jug had it custom made a week ago.

The pharmacist went over the risks and what would happen after taking the pill. She rang them up and Lav paid with her credit card. She put the package with the pill as well as an information pamphlet into a plastic bag and handed it to Lavender since Lily was carrying Daisy. “Have a good day, stay safe.” She said, not sounding judgmental in the slightest.

Lily thanked her before turning with Lav and walking out, her head held high and never looking down. Once outside Lav let out a huge breath of relief. “Thank you, I don’t know why I care so much about what other people think. Probably something to do with Reggie calling me a slut any chance he fucking gets.”

“You’re half Northsider, that’s why.” Lily said, somewhat jokingly. “All Northsiders care about what people think about them. That’s just how they are. I doubt it’ll always be that way for you. Just give Sweet Pea a little more time to corrupt you.”

Lav made a face as she opened the back door for Lily so that she could put Daisy in the car seat. “How long until I’ll be known as just a Southsider?” She asked, a little irritated.

“However long it takes for your bank account to lose a few zeroes.” Lily replied playfully. “Why does it matter so much to you anyway?”

She sighed, “Because as of now I don’t fit it anywhere. Not with the Northsiders, not with the Southsiders, and not with the gang. No one will give me a chance. Jughead thinks I still need more time, but I’m ready! I can do jobs just like everyone else! I’m tired of being looked at like some dumb, fragile princess that can’t do anything for herself. Christ, I get enough of that from Sweet Pea alone. I don’t need it from everyone else.”

Lily smiled as they both got into the car. “I’ll ask Jug to let you come with me on some of my next jobs. As training. That way you’ll be contributing. How does that sound?”

Lav was quiet for a few moments as she drove them to Pop’s. She was grateful for all that Lily had done in the span of half an hour. “That sounds good...Thanks.”

“Cheer up! You finally got laid last night!” Lily said, laughing, “And you two finally admitted your feelings! Please promise me that it's not a one time thing or I will lock you both in a closet until it's not.”

“He said it first.” Lavender said, cheering up instantly at the memory. “And of course I said it back. It was perfect….even if it was a struggle to get out.”

Lily shook her head, “it’ll get easier. Or I think it does. It seems to, from what I’ve seen at least. Whenever Sweet Pea and I said it to one another it was more like...platonic love. Not romantic love. Does that make sense?”

Lav nodded her head, unsure of what exactly to say. She figured it was the same in how she told Fangs, Toni, or even Jughead that she loved them. She wasn’t saying she was in love. Just that she cared for them all deeply. It finally seemed to click in her head that that’s how Sweet Pea and Lily were.

A few minutes later, after crossing the railroad tracks, Lily pulled into Pop’s Chock’lit Shoppe. They got out, Lav grabbing Daisy this time, and went inside. There weren’t very many others there; an elderly couple in one booth and a businessman at the bar, that was it. It was a little odd considering it was a Saturday, but it was whatever.

Lily chose a booth at the end of the row where they could be as far away from the few other customers as possible. Lav handed Daisy to her and sat down. A moment later a waitress came over and took their drink orders while Lav looked over the menu. She was still chewing on her lip nervously, the pill in her pocket waiting to be taken. She knew that the side effects were going to mimic a period and she just wasn’t in the mood for that at the moment, not with how painful hers had been the past few months.

“You should take it as soon as possible.” Lily said, in a tone that was almost motherly. Lav sighed with frustration and nodded.

“I’m just waiting on my milkshake. I don’t do well with pills unless I have something to wash it down..” She muttered.

Lily reached out and put a hand over hers, “it’ll be okay. If for some reason it doesn’t work, then we’ll figure it out. But, I don’t think you should be thinking about the worst case scenario right now.”

Lav shook her head, “I know. It’s just hard not to. Just the thought of getting pregnant makes me want to throw up.”

Lily couldn’t help but laugh, though she was sympathetic. “Yeah, I know what you mean. It’s rough going to high school and being knocked up. I don’t know how I survived it some days…but she was worth it. Even if I am exhausted all the time.”

“You’re a lot stronger than I am.” Lav admitted. “I couldn’t even take going back to school after my attack. Everyone was talking about me, whispering behind my back, all the rumors that flew around about what happened. And spoiler alert, in none of those rumors was I a victim. I was a willing participant. I swear the bulldogs try to remind me of it every chance they get. I lost count how many times Sweet Pea had to go up to bat for me. The first few weeks were the worst. No one really talks about it now unless they’re trying to get under my skin.”

The waitress came back with their milkshakes and took their food orders before flitting away again. Lily was looking at Lav with a serious expression. “I wouldn’t say I’m stronger than you, Lavie. You went through hell and back. You went through something a lot worse than a teenage pregnancy. Don’t discredit yourself.”

Desperately wanting to change the subject, Lav looked up at Lily, “I know about you and Jughead.” She said plainly, nearly giving Lily whiplash in the process.

“W-What?” Lily sputtered, not entirely sure what exactly she was talking about. “What do you-”

“You’ve had sex before.” Lav clarified after taking a long swig of her strawberry chocolate shake. “He took your virginity, right? Or at least, that’s what he told me.”

“He told you that?!” Lily snapped, heart racing with a panic. “It was supposed to be a secret!”

Lav smiled at her, “it is. He was just really drunk the other night and I pulled it out of him. I asked him what was going on between you two and he just emotionally vomited all over me. It was kinda cute.”

Lily was quiet, taking a deep breath. “That was before Sweet Pea and I were together….Sweet Pea thinks he took it. I didn’t have the heart to tell him I had slept with Jug. They practically hated each other back then.”

“I think it’s hilarious.” Lav said with a gentle smile. “I had a good laugh at least. Jughead really cares about you. He always has, I think. He and Betty were never quite right. I think she was just convenient. I was glad when they broke up. Let Archie and her bang it out or whatever. Jug didn’t need to be hurt by her over and over again. Especially when he caught her cheating.”

She frowned at Lav babbled on, “Betty cheated on him?”

Lav paused and nodded, “Yeah, he caught her and Archie kissing one day. He was a wreck. I think that’s why he ultimately called it quits with her. Thank god too, he didn’t deserve that bullshit.”

“He never said anything to me about that.” Lily mumbled, “he would only say that it was a mutual decision between the two of them.”

Lav scoffed, “no way. Betty wants her cake and to eat it too. Cake being Jughead’s heart in this case. She’d do anything to manipulate him back into her life. God, I can’t believe he actually let her play serpent queen! Thank god no one actually took her seriously as a Serpent. Can you imagine? I’m more of a serpent than some Northside barbie.”

Lily tried not to giggle, seeing as Lav was pretty much a barbie in her own right. Clearly it wasn’t the right time to point that out. If Betty and Veronica were the dolls of the Northside, then Lav was definitely the pin up girl of the Southside. Though she would viciously deny it any time someone pointed it out.

The only difference between them and her, was that Lav actually used her money to do a lot of good for the Serpents. Jug had told her about how much she had donated to the gang’s projects or to Serpents who needed the extra financial help. Apparently her father left her more than she was willing to talk about. She wouldn’t even take credit for it, making Jug swear to secrecy every time.

“Hopefully he won’t give her another chance.” Lily said as Lav eyed her suspiciously.

“You have a thing for him still, don’t you?” Lav asked, hoping that Lily would spill her heart out. By the red tint Lily’s face suddenly took on, Lav knew she was right.

“Jughead doesn’t want a teen mom, Lav. There’s no point.” Lily said as their food came.

Lav took a fry and dipped it into her milkshake before eating it. Lily gave some fries to Daisy who began to happily gnaw on them. “I think you should let Jug make that decision instead of making it for him.” Lav said finally after swallowing the food she had put into her mouth. “It’s not fair to just assume he won’t.”

“Are you of all people giving me relationship advice?” Lily asked, though she was clearly joking. The other girl took no offense and instead rolled her eyes back at her. “Take your pill.”

“Oh, right…” Lav reached into her pocket and popped the white pill out of the plastic packaging. She placed it on her tongue before taking a large gulp of milkshake to get it down. “How long until it kicks in and I ruin my underwear?”

“I’d give in thirty minutes. Do you need a pad or anything?” Lily asked.

Lav shook her head, “No, I put one on before I left just in case. I should be fine. I just hope I’m not in too much pain.”

“Well, if you are, then I’ll make Sweet Pea take care of you. Hopefully I won’t need to work tonight.” Lily said.

A comfortable silence fell as they both ate their food, the only sound was Daisy babbling every once in a while in Lily’s lap. Once they were done, Lav paid the bill and left a tip before getting up. It had only been about twenty minutes or so, so she wasn’t feeling anything yet. “I better get home before the cramping starts. I have a feeling I’m not going to hold out much longer.”

Lily smiled, secretly grateful Lav didn’t bring up her drug dealing for the time being. She really didn’t want to talk about it right now anyway. Not when they were in such a public setting. “Let’s get you home then.”

“Thanks for coming with me.” Lav said softly, “And for not being upset…”

“I know Sweet Pea is a total idiot and hates condoms. If he truly cares about someone then he will conveniently forget that condoms even exist. I swear he only wears them for one night stands.” Lily grumbled. “He’s such a dumbass sometimes.”

“All boys are, honestly.” Lav said with a small snort. “I was too caught up in the moment to make him.”

Lily offered her a smile, “it’ll be okay, try not to stress over it too much.”

Lav nodded as she got into the car after helping Lily put Daisy in the car seat. They drove back to the southside where Lily dropped Lavender off outside of her trailer. Lav waved goodbye, already feeling the slight twinge of pain in her lower abdomen, before retreating back into the safety of the inside.

A few hours later, Lavender was curled up into a tight ball on the couch clutching her stomach. When Sweet Pea walked in, he hadn’t expected to find her there. Actually, he thought she’d be at the Wyrm with Toni, Cheryl, and Fangs.

“Babe?” He asked as he realized he hadn’t talked to her at all that day. It wasn’t that odd as sometimes they were both busy with either school or side jobs. Luckily Lavender wasn’t the type to freak out when he didn’t text back right away. She trusted him, though he would admit that he didn’t necessarily deserve it given his track record.

“Pea,” She whined pathetically, “can you get me my heating pad?”

A confused look crossed his face as he went to the closet to get it. “Your period? I thought we had another two weeks.” The fact that he knew that was a little endearing, though she was in too much pain to really appreciate it.

“I had to take a plan-b pill just in case. We didn’t use a condom last night and I feel like I’m dying.” She said back with a dramatic groan. Sweet Pea plugged in the heating pad she typically only used when her cramps were really bad and handed it to her. She uncurled enough to press it into her abdomen before curling back up.

The events of last night flashed before his mind and he remembered not bothering to put on a condom, “oh...yeah, sorry. I guess we got carried away.”

She smiled softly, although it was clearly pained. “This is your fault.”

He brushed her hair back before kissing her forehead, “what can I do to make it feel better?”

“Never forget to wrap it up ever again.” She said, mostly joking. “Just sit with me.”

He nodded, “let me go get cleaned up first, okay? I’ll be right back.”

Lavender waited as he went into her bedroom and changed into a pair of gym shorts and tank top. He wiped some of the dirt off his face and hands with a warm washcloth before hanging it up and coming back into the living room.

“Sit up,” He instructed gently as she did her best to sit up so he could sit down. Once he was situated, she laid back down with her hand on his lap.

Sweet Pea began to play with her hair as he cut on the TV to find something for them to watch together. Though he already knew what she wanted to watch. Anytime she didn’t feel well, she always had him put on her favorite movie. She was pretty predictable sometimes.

He cut on Jim Henson’s The Labyrinth before settling back down into the couch cushions. Lavender let out a small content sigh, still holding the heating pad tightly to her abdomen. It was finally warmed up enough to help relieve some of her pain.

“I’m sorry, I know you hate this movie.” She mumbled as she watched the screen. Sweet Pea let out a soft chuckle, because he did in fact find the movie really creepy and somewhat disturbing. But, if watching it made her happy then he’d sit through it a million times or more.

“It’s fine.” He said, brush her hair back as he began to play with it mindlessly. “I don’t care if it makes you feel better.”

Lav smiled softly and in turn, made Sweet Pea smile as well. He wasn’t watching the movie anyway, he was too captivated by her instead. She was much more fun to watch anyway. “I love you.” She said airily, not taking her eyes off of Bowie on the screen. It seemed so much easier to say it now that they weren’t at odds with each other.

Sweet Pea stiffened against the couch for a moment, the feeling of her saying it without prompting made him feel uncomfortably warm. He still wasn’t used to this whole love thing. It didn’t make much sense to him. He had thought he had been in love with Lily after all, but it wasn’t at all like how he felt with Lavender. He just wished he understood it more.

“I love you too, princess.” He said, almost inaudibly as a blush crept up his neck and to his ears, setting them on fire. He wished he could take her into the bedroom and prove it all over again, but he knew she was in much too much pain for that.

They sat in silence, Lavender drifting in and out of sleep in his lap as he scrolled through his phone with his free hand. He had messaged Lily telling her that Lav wasn’t feeling well so he would probably be spending the night again over here. He was surprised when she responded that it was okay. He half expected her to harangue him for not helping out with Daisy for two days in a row.

A few minutes later she sent him another text, saying she may need to work tonight so she would bring Daisy over in a few hours. Sweet Pea sighed, unsure how he would be able to take care of both of his girls at the same time. Maybe Lav would be feeling better by then? He doubted it. She seemed pretty miserable. Normally she didn’t take naps like this unless she was really sick. He had only seen her do it once before when she had the flu. That had been miserable for both of them as anytime she threw up, he would join her.

Hopefully she’d be able to rest without his full attention. He did feel bad that he had to divide his time between her and Daisy, but it really couldn’t be helped. He was just thankful that she had been so accepting of his daughter after the initial rough patch between her and Lily.

Lavender woke back up when he shifted his legs. He mumbled an apology before stroking her hair again to coax her back to sleep. “Daisy is coming over later.” He warned her. “I guess Lily has to go sell some more drugs or whatever. I don’t see why Jones hasn’t punished her yet. It’s ridiculous. Anyone else would be kicked out on their ass.”

“Pea, why do you want Lily kicked so badly?” Lav asked, trying not to get too aggravated with him, “She told me she doesn’t have a choice. Did you even try to talk to her about it without accusing her of something?”

He made a disgruntled face down at her. “What? No, I was busy today and you needed me last night. Jones knows now though and he didn’t do anything.”

Lavender turned onto her back so she could look up to him, “You’re so dense. Jughead is totally in love with Lily, that’s why he can’t do it.”

“What?! No he’s not!” Sweet Pea snapped, somehow feeling offended that his girlfriend would even suggest such a thing. “Why would you say that?” \

“Juggie is one of my best friends, Pea. I know when he has a crush on someone. The way he looks at her and the way he talks about her to me. I mean, it’s obvious. Plus they have a history.” Lavender said, hoping he wouldn’t try to argue with her when she felt like shit.

His face seemed to fall a little and she didn’t understand why he was so upset. Him and Lily hadn’t been together in a long time, not really. Lily wouldn’t even take him back a few weeks ago. “They have a history? When?”

“That’s not really my place to tell you, Pea.” She said, hoping he’d understand. “I don’t understand why you care? You’re not with Lily anymore. You’re with me.” She reminded him, her annoyance showing this time.

Sweet Pea just huffed, “I know that, brat. You brought it up, I don’t see why you can’t tell me. Did she cheat on me with him or something? After all the time she spent lecturing me about-”

“No, it was before you.” Lavender quickly corrected. “Lily never cheated on you to my knowledge.”

Now he really was hurt. Lily was his best friend and she had never told him. He felt betrayed, left out, and lied to. It had nothing to do with their past romantic relationship. It was strictly their platonic one that felt threatened. Lav could tell by the look on his face that he was upset. She reached up and cupped his face in her hands. “Hey, calm down. She didn’t tell me either, I just found out through Jug. Don’t make me say it.”

His face screwed up into disgust, “don’t say it.”

“I’m going to if you don’t smile.” She threatened and he rolled his eyes.

“Sweet Pea” She said sternly but he was pouting now.

Lav sat up and turned to face him, “come on, let’s get some cheer-up for your pancakes.”

He groaned loudly at the stupid pun she told him every time he was down about something. It drove him crazy because it always did make him smile, despite wanting to do anything but. He couldn’t stop the tiniest of laughs that came from him. “I hate you.”

“You love me, now make me some food. I’m hungry.” She flashed him a set of large hazel eyes full of hope that he’d cook for her. A look he could not resist in a million years.

He stood up from the couch and shook his head. “Fine, if I don’t you’ll just eat junk anyway. I swear you’re such a child.”

“I am not!”

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Love and Leather /part seventy four/

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Warnings: language, dash of angst, smut

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*November 1995*

~Nikki’s POV~

I stopped at the bathroom door, hearing Vanity cursing quietly and slamming drawers closed. I opened the door up seeing her trying to get a lid to a pill bottle-Wait.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I questioned, watching her become startled as she looked at me, “Are those fucking pills?”

“Yes they’re pills. What does it look like? I can’t get this stupid thing open.” She spoke through gritted teeth, knuckles white as she tried again.

“Why the hell do you have pills in our god damn house?!” I quietly shouted, knowing Arianna was right in her room getting ready for school, “I thought you were sober!” I took one giant stride and snatched them out of her hand.

“Nikki? What the hell! Give them back. It’s not what you think it is.” She said, trying to reach for them but I put my hand on her shoulder and gave her a light shove.

“What the fuck is the matter with you?! It’s not even seven in the morning. And you’re already trying to get high. What the fuck Van? Our daughter is in the next god damn room.”

Vanity scoffed, “Babe. You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m fucking ridiculous?” I glared at her as I untwisted the cap and dumped the little white pills in the toilet.”

“Nikki! No!” She stared at the toilet in horror before shoving my chest.

I quickly grabbed her wrists and held them in front of our bodies, “Vanity, what the fuck?”

She looked at me, cheeks red and tears in her eyes, “That was my birth control, Nikki!” She rugged away from me, looking down in the toilet as she ran her hands through her hair and pulling on the ends.

“Well why the fuck isn’t in one of those little discs.” I tossed the bottle in the trash as I looked at her, “Vanity, I am so sorry. I thought-“

“Yeah I know exactly what you thought!” She rolled her eyes, “The pharmacy didn’t have my usual birth control and gave me a generic brand. That’s why Nikki.” She groaned, “Damnit, I just picked them up yesterday.”

“Uh...can’t you get more? I’ll go pick them up for you. I’m sorry Van, I thought...” I rubbed the back of my neck, avoiding her glare as I sighed, “I’m sorry.”

Vanity remained quiet as she threw the pill bottle in the trash, “It’s fine, Nikki.” I watched as she leaned forward to add more gloss on her lips.

“I mean, it’s not like we’re having sex.” I mumbled seeing her glare as I smiled in return.

“I don’t take it just so I can be your little cream puff.” She rolled her eyes, “I take it because your child screwed up my menstrual cycle and because I’ve been told I have a few outbursts here and there and the pills you just dumped help keep my hormones in check, which keeps my moods in check. So if you don’t want me to start screaming at you, I suggest you get out of my face and go to the studio.”

“Did you just call yourself my little cream puff?”

“Nikki!”

I started laughing and took slow steps to her before kissing her cheek, “Love you. If you love me later and you find yourself hungry, come by the studio and we can go out to lunch and you can meet John too.”

Vanity elbowed my sternum and I quickly stepped away and put my hands up, “I’m leaving!” I chuckled before leaving the bathroom.

“Bye baby. I’ll see you after school.” I told Arianna as I popped into her room to see she was playing with her barbies. She quickly put them down and came running to me.

“Love you daddy.” She hugged my legs, making me smile and bend over to kiss the top of her head.

“Love you more angel. Be good today.”

*a few hours later*

~Vanity’s POV~

I glanced in the rearview mirror, smacking my lips together after wiping away excess lipstick. I exhaled before glancing over at the studio doors. I figured it would be better to just let this mornings incident go and be civil with Nikki. I noticed behind me some guy in a dodge pick up truck attempt to parallel park behind me. I rolled my eyes before closing the cap on the lipstick and tossing it into my purse.

I closed my eyes and counted to ten when I felt the car move just a bit and the sound of metal being crushed, “stupid idiot.” I muttered to myself before stepping out and slamming the car door.

“What the hell dude? Your truck clearly cannot fit into a tiny little spot. If you can’t drive it you probably shouldn’t have bought it.” I groaned when I walked to the back seeing the rear end crushed and the tail light smashed on the asphalt.

“I am so sorry miss. I wasn’t paying attention. I swore I had enough clearance.” A man with long curly black hair and cut off jorts stood in front of me.

“Yeah, that’s crystal clear.” I rolled my eyes, pushing the sunglasses up to the top of my head, “This isn’t even my car.”

Nikki was going to kill me, than him.

I watched as he dug into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet and grabbing his insurance card “I can pay for whatever damage-“

I laughed in his face, “You can pay for a two hundred thousand car to be fixed?”

“Ma’am, I am very sorry. I have a lot on my mind and parallel parking isn’t my greatest skill. We can work out payments or something, just take my insurance card please. I am running late to a band meeting. Again, I am very sorry.”

I tilted my head to the side, as I took his insurance card my eyes widening when I saw the name of the policy holder: John Corabi. So this was the guy Nikki couldn’t shut up about.

I handed it back to him, “You know, it’s not that bad.” I looked at the damage, “My uh, baby daddy will take care of it. Just be careful next time. So, you’re in a band?”

He nodded and fumbled with the paper between his fingers, “Yeah, well, no. Not officially. I sign the contract today. You know, if you wanna forget about this maybe I could take you to see them?”

“See the band?” I smirked, “Maybe we can work something out. What band is it?”

John took the initiative to let his eyes wander down me before I was met with a smile, “Mötley Crüe. You know them?”

I gasped, pretending of course “Mötley Crüe?! I am such a big fan of them! We’ll call it even if you take me with you.” I brought the sunglasses back down and touched the side of his shoulder.

“Wait, really? Uh, oh-okay. Yeah, right this way. This is the studio they work at.” He gently placed his hand on my lower back and guided me across the parking lot.

He reminded me of the crackhead version of Slash if Slash himself was a lot skinnier and less hot.

“You know, you kinda look like a friend of mine. I’m Vanity by the way.” I smiled kindly when he held the door open for me.

“Vanity? Like the mirror?”

I chuckled, “Yes, like the mirror. Another favorite is it being a strippers name.”

“Well are you? Because you are absolutely gorgeous. I’m John.”

“No not a stripper, maybe in another life I was. I feel like I would’ve made a real good dancer. So, you’re replacing Vince Neil, huh?”

He nodded, “Hoping too. I think they all liked me.”

You have no idea.

“Well I think you have very big shoes to fill. I’ve heard a lot of things about the Crüe. That they’re wild and disgusting, devil worshippers even.”

John laughed, “I’ve heard crazy stories too. But I’ve always been a big fan. I left my band to do this so I’m risking a lot. But I think I’ll be alright.”

“I hope so. I’ve heard about the bassist, what’s his name again? Heard he’s kind of an asshole.” I laughed under my breath.

“Nikki Sixx? He seems like a nice guy. But if he isn’t, I can deal with assholes.”

“Yeah! Him! He’s hot but his attitude is totally shitty.” I attempted to keep from cracking up in a fit of laughter by chewing on my bottom lip. John opened up the wooden door the bands studio, the ‘in session’ light illuminated. Tommy and Nikki were laughing their asses off about something while Clementine filed her nails. Mick was in the corner talking to his tech guy.

Nikki glanced over at me, a smile spreading across his lips but it dwindled when he noticed Johns arm was wrapped around me. I mouthed the words ‘relax’ to him as he became confused.

“So this is the band? Wow, real life rockstars.” I pretended to sound enthused as John nodded.

Tommy gave me a ‘what the fuck are you doing’ type look while Clementine tried not to laugh.

“Hey guys, and Clementine. I hope you don’t mind I brought a friend. Her name is Vanity.” John explained was he pointed to a chair I could sit down at.

“Hi I’m Vanity. You’re Tommy Lee, right?” I smiled at Tommy, extending my hand out to him as he shook his head.

“I’m not shaking that because I know where that hand has been.” He leaned closer, whispering to me as I swatted his shoulder.

“Are you not going to introduce them to me?” I questioned John, batting my eyelashes at him as he quickly nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, no, of course-“ he took a sip of his water and cleared his throat, “This is Mick Mars, guitarist and legend.”

Kiss ass. By the eye roll of Micks, he felt the same way.

“And Nikki Sixx, bassist and leader of the band.” Nikki side eyed me as he leaned back into the chair, arms crossed over his chest as he let out a breath of hot air.

“I’m very surprised you’re already bringing groupies around.” Nikki tsk’d as I scoffed at his words.

“She-shes not a groupie. I accidentally hit her sports car.”

“Oh?” Nikki glanced at me, “Sports car, huh? What kind?”

I smiled at Nikki, “A black Ferrari...the damage isn’t too bad. The taillight is busted out and the bumper is a bit crushed in and scratched. His fault, not mine. But I told him my baby daddy would be more than willing to fix it.” I smiled at Nikki, seeing his face turn a crimson shade by each word that escaped my mouth.

Nikki turned his glare to John, “You hit my car?” I shimmied past him to sit down on Nikki’s lap.

“John, meet my baby daddy, Nikki Sixx.” I kissed the side of his cheek before smiling at the both of them, “Small world, right?”

A lightbulb clicked off in Johns head, “Van-Vanity....oh you’re-“

“Vanity Blackwood almost Sixx. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

John looked like he was about to shit himself, “I am so sorry Nikki. I just got a new truck and it’s bigger than my last one. I will pay for all damages and what not.”

Nikki chuckled “We’ll swap information later. Here.” Nikki reached out and handed him a black folder “Read it later and bring it back to me signed tomorrow. It’s your contract.” He kisses the side of my cheek and my neck.

I leaned against his chest, seeing the dumbfounded smile John had before turning to Nikki, “You said if I was hungry to come see you.”

He grinned before rubbing my sides and pulling me off of him, “Let me finish this and then we can go. Do you love me again?”

I pondered on it, laughing when he lightly smacked my knee, “Only if you take me to where I can get margaritas and bottomless salsa and chips.”

*a little while later*

“Baby, you aren’t gonna get drunk, you’re just going to get a brain freeze if you keep it up.” Nikki chuckled and I slurped down my second strawberry margarita. I licked the salt off the rim before taking the tequila shot he had got me.

“Am not. And you’re the one that keeps ordering them for me.” I pointed out before stealing a bite of his nachos.

“So what are we gonna do for Christmas?” I looked at him and shrugged.

“Um, I don’t know? Presents? Tree? Decorating the house? What do you want to do?”

“I want to go to Texas...”

“Texas? What the hell is in Texas- oh Nikki. No, no. I don’t think we’re ready for that..”

He nodded a bit, “I figured, I just want to Uh...make amends with your mother. And Greyson and Sage....again.”

I sat back in the booth as I watched as he munched down on his food, “Let’s do that in the new year, okay? Let’s just give Arianna a Christmas with the both of us for the first time. My family isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.” I suggested softly as he nodded again, opting not to say anything as he took a sip out of his soda bottle.

“I just don’t want them to hate me.”

“They don’t.”

Nikki laughed, “Doll, you don’t have to spare my feelings. It’s alright.”

“No I’m serious. They don’t hate you. They just...they thought higher of you and that you wouldn’t but we don’t have to talk about it right now. Let’s just enjoy lunch and talk about Christmas. Arianna has been talking about that Barbie Jeep to drive around. She saw it when we went to the store a little while ago. And she believes in Santa and I want her too believe in him for as long as she possibly can.”

“But Santa isn’t real? Why would we have her believing in something that isn’t real?”

I stared at him before I started laughing, “Are you serious? She’s a child, Nikki. It’s part of the Christmas spirit and it’s the same with the Easter bunny, the tooth fairy, and magic and fairies.”

“Well, I’m not dressing up like Santa if that’s where this is leading. But I guess we can get her that Barbie Jeep but I want to test drive it.”

I chuckled, “You know it’s made for small kids right?” My phone started ringing and I sighed through my purse to find it.

“Yeah, well, as a father I should make sure it’s safe. Maybe me and T-bone can test it. Make sure it’s up to protocol.”

“Whatever you want Sixx. It’s Clemmy.” I brought the phone up to my ear, “Hey Clem, what’s up?”

Nikki rolled his eyes, “Her separation anxiety is showing.” He muttered as I flipped him off.

“Tell him I heard that.”

“She heard you.” I smiled, he rolled his eyes again and took a sip of his beer, “What’s up though?”

“I was thinking, what if we had a dinner party tonight? To welcome John into the band.”

“A dinner party?” I looked at Nikki as he shrugged and wasn’t interested in it.

“Yeah that would be good. Would give me a reason to clean all of Arianna’s crafts off the dining table. I wouldn’t know what to cook for everyone-“ I stared when Nikki ripped the phone out of my hand.

“Clementine, it’s Nikki. If we’re having a dinner party and the band is coming over, Vanity is not cooking. Just pick up some steaks and I’ll grill them later and get some sides, and beer. Okay? Bye now, we;re busy at lunch.” He hung up on her and handed the phone back to me.

“Always a gentleman, Nikki.”

*Later that evening*

I sat on Nikki’s desk, watching him exhale as he put the guitar down, “What’s up?” I motioned for him to come to me. With a chuckle, Nikki rolled forward a bit and looked at me, “Yes, Princess? What do you want?”

“You love me?” I questioned, spreading my legs and putting either one on the side of the arm rests of the chair. Nikki’s eyes briefly looked down between my legs, catching a glimpse at a black thong under the black skirt I was wearing

“Of course.” His rough hands ran from my ankles to my mid thighs, his lips pecking sporadic kisses against my skin. Nikki scooted closer, keeping a iron grip on my legs before pushing the fabric up my hips.

A breathy sigh left my lips when he kissed against my inner thigh, his tongue darting out before pressing a kiss against my clothed core. I leaned back onto my elbows, his eyes never leaving mine.

Nikki’s hand traveled up my sternum before wrapping around my throat, using his weight to force me down on the paper covered desk. My lips parted when he squeezed my neck, a toothy grin breaking out across my face. I sighed when I felt his hot breath against me, his tongue slowly licking a stripe before twirling it around my clit.

“Can’t wait for dinner baby?” I smirked, wincing when he nipped the inside of my thigh before going back to work.

A laugh mixed with a moan tumbled out when Nikki spat on my pussy, his fingers rubbing it in before spreading my legs more. Hazel hues stared up at me as his tongue found its way inside before they closed and he hummed against my skin.

I pushed black strands of hair out of his face before resting my hand on the back of his head. “Right there, Nikki.” I encouraged in a breathy moan. His hand slipped under my shirt and bra, cupping my breast as he pinched and rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

I pushed his head closer to my body feeling his smile, “I think our guests will be here soon.” Nikki paused before continuing. He placed a gentle kiss against my clit before sliding two fingers inside of me, my back arching off his desk as his tongue figure eighted over my clit before sucking on it “Come on babygirl.”

I focused on his movements, feeling my interior walls tighten around his fingers repeatedly. I heard the clink of his belt buckle being undone as I hit my peak, tugging raven strands at the root and biting back moans.

Nikki’s hands quickly grasped around my upper arms, pulling me up to a sitting position. I reached out for his pants, pulling apart the laces as he hollowed out my cheeks and gave me a seering kiss. His tongue drenched with my cum and his teeth pulling at my bottom lip.

I pushed his pants off his hips as he took a hold of his cock and I pushed my panties to the side for him. He let out a groan and my head fell back when he pushed himself inside of me brutally slow.

“Hey guys everyones- oh my god!” Nikki quickly pulled out of me and turned around to stuff himself back into his pants when Clementine came through the office door.

“Get the fuck out! Get out of my office!” Nikki yelled at her as I couldn’t control my laughter.

“Fuck! I’m so-“ She slammed his office door “-Sorry!! But everyone’s here!” Clem yelled from the hallway as I got off his desk and adjusted my thong and fixed my skirt.

“Thanks Clem!” I yelled back, attempting not to laugh and failing “Oh relax.” I stepped towards Nikki and wrapped my arms around his waist, feeling his hard on pinned against me, begging for release.

Nikki looked at me and started laughing before he fell back into the chair and rubbed his face, “To bad your back was turned towards her, you shoulda seen the look she had. It was pure disgust and horror.” He groaned and rubbed himself through his pants, “Aren’t you gonna help me? It hurts.”

“Well I feel good...” I mumbled “Put it away. The band is here and we gotta go downstairs.” I chuckled before I turned away from him and started walking to the door.

“Vanity, if you leave me like this I swear to god you aren’t going to walk right for a week.” He threatened as he quickly followed behind me before he wrapped me up in his arms.

“After dinner- Ah Sixx.” I winced, pulling away from him when he sharply nipped the side of my neck, “After dinner, I promise.” I reached behind and patted his cock to make him jump.

“Dick tease.”

Everyone was already sitting around the table when Nikki sat down at the head of it and I sat down at the other side, “Sorry guys, had to take care of business upstairs.” I glanced at Nikki before taking the bottle of wine Clementine handed to me and poured it straight to the top.

“Like what you saw?” I teased, seeing her cheeks go red as she pretended to gag.

“I’m scarred for life now.” She mumbled before taking a long sip out of her wine glass.

“Ari, baby. Tell auntie we should always knock on doors.”

“Auntie, mommy says you need to knock.” Arianna giggled as she was barely able to see over the dinner table.

“Thanks for that pumpkin. I’ll remember next time.”

“You got a beautiful house, Nikki.” John continued to kiss his ass from earlier as I rolled my eyes.

“Thank you. Vanity is the one that picked it out for us.” Nikki smiled at me as I watched him pop open a beer bottle.

“And he refused to let me decorate it. Said he didn’t want to live like it’s Easter.” I pointed out, arching an eyebrow as I looked at me.

“Because you didn’t want to live in the land of dramatic and dreadful.” Nikki matched my expression as I blew him a kiss.

I looked towards the front door when the doorbell went off, “I’ll get it.” I excused myself, “Start eating without me, Clementine has worked hard all afternoon.” I smiled at the boys, patting Micks shoulder gently as I walked past him.

Nikki reached out and grabbed my hand before pulling me to him and giving me a kiss. The doorbell rang again, “Okay, okay. I love you too.” I laughed, pulling away from his grip.

I walked out of the dining room and to the entry way, seeing a shadow beyond the glass of the door. I opened up, a light gasp falling past my lips when I saw who was standing on my doorstep.

“Deanna?”

[bleedingcoffee42]

Eureka AU- Part 4

This is fun, I’m enjoying writing this.  Halfway to 20k.  

  Pulling in some references of background FMA people who don’t get used much.  Dr. Jude is from the ‘Blind Alchemist’ OVA, Dr. Crowley from the Curse of the Crimson Elixir game.  And yes, Frank fucking Archer shows up so not much foreshadowing there.     

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 

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“Quite the amazing prototype.”  Captain Frank Archer reported after his test run with the Ultimate Eye.  The entire hour long experience in the fields around Eureka was breathtaking.    He encountered drone attacks, robots, some weird one eyed sex doll and multiple hazards and obstacles to tackle.  Each time the Ultimate Eye gave him the information he required to make every move, every shot count.   All fed right into his field of vision.  It was like living every video game simulation he every fantasized about bring to work.   Now it was a reality.    “General Raven, this is everything we have dreamed of.”

General Raven smiled and looked over at Mustang who was waiting for his response with a smug look on his face.   “I'll have to give it to you Mustang, this delivers on your promise to the budget committee and then some.”

“It's still a prototype, General.”  Roy said and held out the open pocket watch for Archer to put the contact lens back in.   He was eager to have the tech back in his possession before someone else ran off with it. “We still need to integrate a informational database that will support it.   Right now you're looking at topography maps, weather data, weapons specs and not much else. “

Archer reluctantly removed the piece and put it back in it's case.  “The thermal imaging is better than what we have now.”

“The lens itself is functional, but the computer needs to be fed the information to interpret it.”  Roy explained.  “It's only going to get better from here.”

“When can it go in production, as is?” Raven asked as Mustang snapped the watch closed and put it in his vest pocket.  He and Archer both watched that precious piece of tech disappear into his vest as if the sun just vanished behind the clouds and deprived them of the warmth and light they had been basking in.

“When it's ready.”  Roy replied and walked with the General out of the testing field and back to his car.  “As the database grows, the software needs to grow.   Then we can make adjustments with the user interface and product itself.”

“I didn't come all this way for a bullshit answer, Mustang.”   Raven said.  “I want a tangible date.”

“Give us six months.”  Roy said.  “It will be ready to be shipped and ready for it's experimental runs.”

“I plan to hold you to that.”  Raven said and got in the car.

Roy watched Archer get in with him, still smiling, and the driver left to take them to the hotel in town.   He pulled out his phone and called Riza to report in on the success.   Four months ago he would have just gone back to his office and celebrated his success alone by moving on to another project.   He would have gone home in a good mood and failed to share anything but the 'It went well' and probably would have left it at that.  Being in a good mood would put him at ease and he'd undoubtedly be the man Riza actually fell in love with, which would lead to the day culminating in great sex with his wife.   Then he would screw it all up the next day when Raven saw a not so promising sex doll/soldier wandering the fields with an leaking eyeball that was shot out screaming like a pterodactyl.   He would have been in a foul mood and brought it home.   He was glad he wasn't that man anymore.    He did wish his wife was here to shoot that Mannequin soldier as it was now humping a tree.   “Can someone please go get that damned thing or put it down?”

“I'll get it!” Dr. Crowley ran out from behind the observation screen to get his project before someone executed it.

“I expect a report on my desk in the morning as to why that thing now has the desire to want to fuck a tree!” Roy hollered and  of course that was the exact second Riza chose to answer her phone.  He heard her laugh and immediately his tension subsided.   “Hello dear.”

“How did it go?”

“Captain Archer is smiling, so I can't guarantee he didn't witness some homunculus kink.”  Roy said as Crowley tried to coax his creation away from the tree it was now clinging to.   He turned away.  He didn't want to know until it became a problem.  

“Frank archer?  Trust me, he's probably only turned on by the thought of tech that can kill people.”

“Comforting. Thanks dear.”  

“I need to check in with Raven before I call it a day.”

“Raven is heading back to his hotel.   Dr. Jude is packing up.   I'm heading back to my office to just check on a few things before I head home.”  He looked at his watch.   “Dinner at 4?”

“Will it be moist?”

“It's going to be fucking burnt if you use that word once more.”  He threatened.  

“See you at home.”

Roy smiled and hung up.    He knew his attitude had changed just sharing a little bit of his work burden with someone, damned near everyone had commented on it. That was saying a lot since most of the time people were scared to talk to him because he'd have some scathing sarcastic remark to put them on the verge of tears.  He was glad to have her as his partner in this, it made his life easier and better than he could imagine. He had to admit that having Riza by his side for even the most ridiculous tasks made things go smoother,  he even enjoyed joining her for her jobs even if they did spend their morning tracking down a homunculus.   As he heard one more horrifying screech, he really wished he insisted she stay for this trial so she could shoot that damned Mannequin Soldier.  

He looked across the test field and up to the hill where the Bradley's house overlooked the town.  They couldn't see anything as the test area was in a valley, but he could see it.   Fr the first time he actually looked at it as more than just scenery.  His thought about that house and couldn't help but compare it to their own home.  His home was modern, minimal and open.  The old house the Bradley's had was older, smaller but cozy.   A completely different feel to it.   It overlooked the town and wasn't lost among all the other houses that were lined up on the street.  He opened his contacts and looked for Mrs. Bradley and gave her a call as a thought entered his mind that felt right.

“Hello again Mrs. Bradley, It's Dr. Mustang.   Yes...everything is fine, actually I'm calling you on a more personal matter.  No....I don't need melon.   It's about your house, if you ever decided you wanted to sell your home, I would be very interested in buying it.”

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Riza was frustrated that she was going to be late getting home.  Roy was cooking, she hated to keep him waiting, but for some reason Raven had insisted she update her vaccinations per some recent bulletin that she didn't get or feel she needed to be included in.   He ordered it be done immediately as he had to bring the vaccination in a cooler with him from base to ensure it was delivered and given.   He mumbled about some kind of deposit and handed her the paperwork.  She sent Roy a text telling him she had to fulfill this obligation to her health records and would be late.   She was subject to the medical policies of Eureka itself, it seemed a little extra to be included in some field instructions when she was thousands of miles from any front.  She had been worried that maybe Raven was considering reassigning her, until she found herself with an entirely different problem.

Going to the infirmary was not a big deal, however one routine part of any exam for any woman was being asked “Are you pregnant?” by every medical professional for any ailment or condition.   This time, she had to admit that she was late and it was a possibility. She didn't tell Dr. Knox she hadn't gone for a home pregnancy test because she was waiting for one to arrive in the mail.  She was actually waiting in anticipation for her period, but that sounded like ignoring the problem and hoping it went away.  So she took the test.

Eureka was small and gossip traveled fast.   The last thing she wanted was to go to the pharmacy and leave with a pregnancy test.   She didn't want any false alarms and it's not like she hadn't experienced irregularities in her cycle before.   Especially here, where the scientists could literally be the cause of anything.   So she ordered one online and sent it to the office, hoping to ease her mind and make this easier on everyone.

She was on the pill and as far as she could recall didn't miss a single one.  However, she and Roy had been on hiatus for a month and she was not expecting to have sex during that time so it was possible she could have forgotten something.  Especially when she was dealing with that Barry situation and had a few sleepless nights.   So it seemed like a good place to finally just put her mind at ease anyhow.   Her doctor here was a professional and  patient confidentiality was a thing he took seriously.   She could just take the test, get her vaccination and stop waiting for her manila envelope from Amazon to arrive in the mail.  

“I have some good news.” Dr. Knox said.

Riza breathed a sigh of relief.   Well all that worry for nothing.

“You're pregnant.”  

Riza felt like he had kicked her in the gut.   Knox gave her a smile, a weird feature for the gruff doctor and he saw her reaction and she watched it fade away.   “I'm sorry, what?  You said good news?”

Knox grimaced. “Typically when someone waits to see the doctor for a pregnancy test they want it to be positive.”

“Are you sure?”

Knox handed her the test results.   He wasn't sure what she was asking for confirmation of.   “If you need to discuss options, we can do that, but I recommend thinking on it a while before you do.  Especially if  this wasn't planned.”

Riza stared at the words on the paper.  No it wasn't planned.   The last thing she expected was to have Roy stroll back into town two months ago and finish that conversation of theirs with sex on his desk.    It could have been anytime, but after that she was much more vigilant about her pills.   She just took it for granted that she didn't go lax on protocol while he was away, but she had so much on her plate at the time that....apparently she missed something.

“False positive might be a thing, but not in this town.  That's a guaranteed result from the Curtis Test.”  Knox said.  “Do you want me to do an exam?”

“No, I'm late for dinner. Thank you.”  She said and folded up the paper and gave him a weak smile.  Late for a lot of things.   She and Roy never even talked about kids.   They talked about a dog, but never kids.  When did she tell him?  AS soon as she got home?   After dinner?  Could she even eat dinner now that she was feeling so queasy from the news?  

“Just call me if you have any questions.” Knox said and opened the door for her.  

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Roy was excited and he couldn't wait for Riza to get home.   Mrs. Bradley admitted she wanted to move closer to school now that Selim was ready to start school and agreed to sell him her house!   He couldn't wait to see the look on Riza's face when he told her he got them a home. Something for both of them  and something with a yard where they could have a dog!  So he ran over to the door when his phone alerted him to someone on the door step and startled her with a grin and “Welcome home!”

Riza's keys were still in her hand and she looked at Roy wondering why he was so excited.   Had Knox called him with the news?  No.  Knox would have never done that.   This had to be something else.   “Did the General increase your budget or something?  You're really excited.”

Roy let her come in and closed the door and then bounded in front of her like a puppy excited to see it's owner.  “I have a surprise!”

Riza was just at a loss for the source of his enthusiasm.   So all she said was a monotone, “Me too.”

“I bought us a house!”  He exclaimed.   “Bradley's farmhouse!  You said you liked it and it reminded you of your childhood home. I've been thinking about how this was just my house you moved in to.   It's not our home.   Hell, I know you really don't like it that much so I thought we could start over together with our own home and maybe a puppy!”

Riza stood there and blinked.   He...bought a house? For them.   It was definitely more thoughtful than just handing her the keys to his home, but it would have been more thoughtful to include her in the process.  She dared not tell him that she was just creating small talk and she honestly didn't like how much that house reminded her of her childhood home.   She didn't have a good childhood, she joined the military to get away from that house.     However, Roy meant well.   He was excited.   He was ready for a new life together and this was his way of committing to that.   He was giving up the house he custom built and crafted to his old lifestyle.   This was huge for him.  “I have something to tell you too.”

“You're bleeding.”

“What?”  Riza asked as he grabbed a tissue and dabbed at her nose.  She watched it come away from her face with blood from a nosebleed.  

“Are you alright?”  Roy asked and put his hand on her forehead to check for a fever.   He looked in her eyes to notice they were slightly bloodshot.   The nosebleed wasn't stopping.  “You said you went for a vaccination?   What were the side effects?”

Riza took the tissue and dabbed at her own nose.    She felt embarrassed.  She hoped she didn't tear up in the car when she was thinking about her condition.   She had to be flushed because she was nervous.   The nosebleed could be from anything.    “I'm fine.”

Roy took her wrist to feel for a pulse and she pulled away.   “You could be having a reaction. For god's sake Riza, I'm a doctor can you please...”

“You're not a medical doctor.”  She said and went for another tissue.  That was a lot of blood.  

“I know enough about biology to know that this is concerning.”  He said and pulled his phone out.  “What vaccine did they give you?”

“I don't know it was something the military insisted I have.  Some bulletin I didn't get because I'm not on base.  Raven brought it with him.”  Riza pulled the tissue away and grabbed another.  

Roy called the infirmary.   “I need to talk to Dr. Knox, now.”

“Roy.”  She reached out for his phone in a panic, thinking Knox would infer this was about her pregnancy and tell him before she got the chance.   As she reached for it though she got light headed and Roy grabbed her as she fell into him.

“We're going to the infirmary.”  He said and hung up his phone.  “Don't argue with me on this.”

[bigbangenthusiast]

Amy stood in line at the CVS pharmacy on Colorado Blvd. A small part of her still couldn’t believe she and Sheldon were having intercourse regularly enough to warrant her going on the pill.

One night they got a little reckless and forgot to use a condom. Sheldon pulled out when they finally realized why the sensation was different, but they both knew there was still a chance Amy could get pregnant. When her period arrived on time, she had happily embraced the cramping and moodiness. After visiting her doctor, they performed extensive research before choosing a brand with the fewest side effects. Another plus was the fact that it didn’t lower libido like some of the other alternatives, according to multiple online reviews. This was their best option to avoid another scare.

As the line got shorter, she twisted her head around, searching for her fiancé. He wanted to speak with the pharmacist to ensure they were armed with all the correct information before she ingested the little pills, so she hoped he would return soon.

“Is that Amy Farrah Fowler?” A woman whispered behind her.

Amy craned her neck towards the voice. Two women about her age carrying baskets loaded with hair care products and body wash approached her.

“I think it is. She’s probably buying prescription-strength hemorrhoid cream,” the other woman laughed, loud enough to ensure the target of their taunting heard.

Amy squinted at the duo, tilting her head slightly. Something about them seemed very familiar. They obviously knew her, but she couldn’t quite place them.

“What’s wrong, Gorilla Fingers Fowler? You’re not even going to greet us? Cat got your tongue?”

At the mention of her childhood nickname, recognition set in. “Stacey, Jolene,” she acknowledged in a neutral tone, willing her hands not to shake in the presence of her high school bullies.

“So what are you getting?” Stacey asked in a honeyed voice.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m picking up birth control pills.”

The women looked at each other and burst into laughter. “Yeah, right. Like Miss Never Been Kissed and Forever a Virgin could ever get laid,” Jolene snickered.

Amy mentally counted slowly to ten. She couldn’t let on that they still intimidated her after all these years. “My fiancé and I engage in frequent, frenzied lovemaking,” she stated matter of factly. “He is an excellent lover, both in and out of the bedroom.”

“Isn’t that cute, Jolene? She even made up a fake man.”

While the women shared another laugh at her expense, Amy raised her left hand, flashing the antique diamond engagement ring. “I assure you he is not fake. I really am engaged.”

Jolene grabbed Amy’s hand, showing it off to her friend. “Probably a cubic zirconia and gold-colored band from Wal-Mart that she bought herself.”

“Fine don’t believe me, but I find it interesting that you don’t have a ring on your finger. If I recall correctly, you were engaged to the football captain shortly after high school. Did he break it off?”

“We’re divorced, but at least I had a real man in my life, and I won’t die a virgin.”

Amy shook her head slightly. Seventeen years after high school, and she still didn’t understand them. Were their lives so miserable that they had to put others down to make themselves sound good? She realized the line had moved, and she was now second in queue. The women followed at her side, still talking about her, as she quickly closed the gap.

“Amy!” Sheldon called.

She looked behind her to see him rushing towards her with an assortment of condom boxes. “I found a few choices that claim to make the experience even more pleasurable until the pills take effect.” He held up a box. “This one is ribbed for her pleasure, while this one,” he gestured to another box, “is thinner and says it will feel like there’s nothing there, but I’m concerned that may make it more susceptible to breaking. What do you think?”

The two women gaped at the couple. Amy addressed her former classmates. “That’s right. He’s real and he’s all mine.”

“Next please!” The pharmacy tech called.

Amy wrapped her arm around Sheldon’s waist as they advanced to the pickup window. She turned back towards the women one final time with a smirk on her face at the sight of their still-dropped jaws.

[stone-man-warrior]

December 19, 2018: 3:27 pm:

December 19, 2018: 2:53 pm:<br><br>I just returned from another socio-terrifi... StoneMan .Warrior - 2018-12-19 16:27:28-0800 - Updated: 2018-12-19 16:27:28-0800

December 19, 2018: 2:53 pm: I just returned from another socio-terrific Dystopiann shopping experience in Grants Pass Oregon, t=where American citizens are singled out and killed as they shop for the things they need in the stores they choose to shop at. I went to Bi-Mart Pharmacy to have a prescription filled. Bi-Mart is a small chain of stores in Oregon. They are primarily a pharmacy. but also Bi-Mart is a tiny department store and have many of the things people need. They have grocery items, wine and beer, guns and fishing equipment, televisions and cameras, tools, household items and furniture, toys, small boats and other recreational gear, clothing and more. I like Bi-Mart. I don't like the people that run the Bi-Mart, they are all terrorists and are some of the oldest... you might say they are colonial as a group of terrorists that operate a department store and started the store as a means, and as a model, for all of the terrorism in Oregon. The store is "Employee Owned", and is about only 7,000 square feet in size. They cram a lot of stuff into a small space. So my terrorist experience there today includes, as many American Customers do, I dropped off my hard-copy paper prescription to be filled at the drop off window. The people at the Bi-Mart are especially friendly, cheerful and helpful. That fact makes it difficult to realize that the entire place filled with people is their to kill the Americans. The kill with a happy and friendly attitude about them, Canadian Style. So after dropping off the paper script, I was told it would take about fifteen to twenty minutes to fill... again, that is a good thing, only twenty minutes and i did not call in advance. As other victims do when they drop off a script to fill, i wondered around the store and looked at stuff I would like to get, but they don;t take American Express cards at the Bi-Mart, and my bank account is not able to buy some of the things I would have purchased had they accepted American Express. As I looked around, I realized it was there were people trying to bump into me, on purpose. People getting close, but with their backs turned in such a way as to make it seem like I was the one trying to bump into people, The store is small, the isles are narrow, and the store was very crowded. The bumping is part of the killing ,method at the Bi-Mart, it serves a purpose that creates an American Victim.. The store itself with the narrow isles is such that bumping works on favor of the terrorists. Besides that, there is a themed news event happening today that I believe is being played out nation wide as a means to kill Holiday shoppers in the same ways that I experienced today, fortunately I thwarted the plans. In the news today, legislation about  the use of a thing called a "Bump-Stock" is being reported on Twitter. The Justice Department made an announcement about the new rules of the Bump-Stock, I did not read the articles but saw the headlines. So, the theme of "Bumping" is happening, and is likely part of the "Twelve Days of Christmas" theme going on now. I heard someone say "Twelve Bumpers Bumping" inside the store. Themes are used to communicate terror activities, themes change over time, are part of holidays and news events, and for those reasons and others, themes serve the terrorists needs to stay undetected while allowing that they have a means of communicating the terror and killing activities through the use of verbal communication that hides the actual terror commands that are crafted into double speak "word-magic". You can read more about themes in terrorism elsewhere on this page. So with themes of "Twelve Days of Christmas" combined with today's specific "bump" part of the theme, we have "Twelve Bumpers Bumping". Remember, these are Seventh Day Adventists who are trained by Screen Actor Guild for terrorism and killing, The SDA are famous  for their love of being "cute" as they happily go about the business of killing Americans, as they have been for nearly five decades. The terrorist fake shoppers were bumping into me. So I decided to wait outside, also partly because I heard someone say "There is a car outside with an American Flag in it, and they left the windows are open". I have a flag in my car, so I went out there and saw that I did leave my rear windows cracked open enough that someone could have opened the door lock. It is unusual for me to leave my windows open like that. No one messed with my car that I could see, so that's good. I sat in my car and had a hand rolled tobacco cigarette. While doing that and just observing the people in the parking lot, a woman went to the truck that was parked in front of me, she went to the back of her truck, opened the shell cover door, and placed a very small bag into the bed of the truck. I was curious why not just put the small bag on the seat of the truck, she made extra effort to use the bed of the truck by placing the small bag in their through shell cover door. I did not think much more about that until later. So I went back inside the store and shopped around more while waiting for the prescription, and being bumped by other fake terror shoppers. The store crowd was such that was about one to two terror fake shoppers in each of the small, narrow isles that are crowded with merchandise. It was not a zoo of people, but was crowded for the Bi-Mart. The Pharmacy part was not crowded. The people at Bi-Mart were all the same fake shopper terrorist people that I see almost every time I go there at that time of day, about 2:00 pm. There were the four guys I call "The Hickock 45 Squad", one of which looks similar to the You-Tube personality called "Hickock 45", and another one is a man with very long hair and carries a holstered pistol on his right side, he is always at the pharmacy counter when I go to drop my prescription off at that time of day. If I go there at a different time of day, there are different fake shoppers who work a different terror shift for the killing. So another member of the "Hickock 45 Squad" is always in the toothbrush isle while his freind is at the Pharmacy counter with the holstered "Open Carry" pistol. After  I dropped off my prescription, i went over to the sporing goods counter as I usually do while waiting, and that is when two more members of the "Hickock 45 Squad" sort of follow me over there slowly and show up in the sporting goods as I am looking at binoculars. I always look at the binoculars because that is what is in the display case at the counter, there is another display case next to the binocular one with pistols in it, and that is where the two "Hickock 45 Squad" guys go to. As they pass by me, and bump me, the sporting goods lady just had asked "can I help you?", one of them says to her while pointing at me "you should help him, he is a paying customer" (the way that translates is the Hickock 45 Squad" informed the Sporting goods lady that I had dropped of a script, and that he already found out what the script medication is, and the I am an American, and not a terrorist fake shopper). I looked at a camera, and was bumped into some more, so I left the sporting area as two women of the "Hickock 45 Squad" showed up there at the pistol case. Much bumping happened. I decided to go get in line at the Pharmacy. As I went over there, I passed by two fake shoppers who brought dogs into the store on leashes. I lit my lighter a lot. The dogs are a sign that the victim is about to be taken, and they are there to clean up any mess that might happen. They still use swords at the Bi-Mart for the killing. Dogs are handy to quickly clean up spilled blood. As I passed by the dog people, and lit my lighter, the flame of it hooked up with the gas and ignited one of them. as I got into line, one of the dog people shout shouted "Got One!", and that is exactly when she realized she had been ignited, and then she "Burst". Some else nearby shouted someones name and that she had Burst. Someone else shouted "He's telling the truth... the blog is true!". There was a lot of distractions after that. My prescription was expedited to the front Pharmacy counter and my name was called. They did everything they could do to get me out of there quickly, except with one more attempt to kill me while paying when a bunch of pharmacy staff came from behind where they usually are at counting pills, and crowded into the counter area all releasing gas. About five pharmacy staff all crowded into a small space behind the counter that only measures about ten feet by five feet. That is when the lady from the truck with the bag and the shell in the parking lot showed up at the pharmacy. The Pharmacy technician who rang up the bill on the register was causing a lot of verbal distraction and pointing all over the place at things that are right in front of me. He did everything he could do to make it appear as though I was drunk. "he smells like beer" he said, then with that truck lady nearby, the pharmacy tech said :he smells like vagina" at the same time, the lady that was in the parking lot with the small bag in the truck bed shouted :"he raped me in the parking lot". I looked at her and said "No! Don't flatter yourself lady! You cant afford me, I am very expensive!"... she left. I paid and finished the chit-chat with the Pharmacy tech who repeated what he said about me smelling like vagina, except this time he said "they use cells in China for scanning to pay with their phones", then he announced, as my bank sent me a text with my balance and he heard the ding ding sound it makes "I heard is phone". Someone else nearby made a comment about whales fishing after my bank text came in. I left with my prescription just as the dogs were finishing up cleaning where the one terrorist had burst. They carried that one into the bathroom, or to the upstairs that lead to the office. Socio-terrific shopping in Dystopia. Grants Pass Oregon. No one will help stop the madness. These accounts pf personal experience are true. This is real. This is real terrorism and is not anything like the way News Media reports terrorism. The reason that they do not report this real terrorism is because they need everyone to believe that only dark skin people with black beards who are Muslim and use backpack bombs are terrorists. News Media are at the command end of the terrorism, they are as much a part of what happened today as is any one of the people that were physically inside the store today. Fight terrorism with a Bic Lighter! Terrorism knows no boundaries, it has no age nor gender. Terrorism knows no boundaries. The absence of freedom is the presence of captivity. Don't get on the bus, never get on the bus.

StoneMan unscathed.

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