#Aggie Baggie

[curlyburp]

It's Aggie's Gotcha Day!

[ares857]

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[wstviewvidal]

breakfast- wanda maximoff x r

pairing: fwb!wanda x r

summary: after another night together, it’s hard to tell if wanda sees something past this agreement with you.

a/n: this is the first thing i’ve written in the longest time so im actually super nervous to even put this out. but y oh well?. if u guys don’t like it literally don’t tell me because i’m sensitive and will cry.

edit: pt 2

minors do not interact

“have you thought about what you want to do yet?” wanda asks, rolling to the other side of the bed to retrieve her phone from her night stand, the blanket slipping enough to show her bare back.

a small groan of frustration escapes your throat as you throw a pillow at her face from right next to her, “can you shut up about a plan? i really don’t see a point in doing anything for my birthday. i mean, the last time we went out, aggie almost sold us out”

wanda has always been a step ahead of you, in every way, shape, and form. when you have girls’ nights with your friend group, she knows exactly what you’ll order, the fact that you drink water right after a soda, how long it’ll take for you to get cold and steal her jacket (that she was never going to use and only brought for you)

maybe that’s the reason you fell for her, maybe that’s the reason you’ve been stuck in this endless cycle of being friends with benefits with her.

wanda scoffs and rolls her eyes, “why not? we used to always have count downs for your birthday when we were younger”

that’s true. when you two were still in college, the month leading up to your birthday would be filled with the two of you texting each other ‘two weeks!’ ‘four days!’ ‘tomorrow!’

with a sigh, you get up from the bed and redress yourself with wanda’s black button down and a pair of her pajama shorts.

wanda watches as you dress, playing with a loose thread on her comforter, admiring how you look in her clothes with a glint in her eyes that you can’t quite place.

or maybe you’re just too scared to think it means more than that.

“i don’t know,” you say with a small defeated sigh as you put your hair in a ponytail, “i think the whole ‘birthday joy and excitement’ wore off over time.”

wanda lets out a soft chuckle, propping herself up on an elbow while looking at you with a small smirk.

“jesus, you sound like an adult. when did that happen?”

letting out a small exhale of a laugh, “is that what we are?”

wanda smiles softly at you as you notice her chest is littered with small marks and a bite mark on her left collar bone, reminders of last night. the sunlight peeking through the shut curtains illuminates her face and shows off her green irises, the ends of her hair lighter than they were a few months ago.

she gets out of bed and throws on baggy black sweats and an old t-shirt she’s had since she was seventeen.

a small giggle leaves your lips as you see the shirt, the same deftones shirt you’d gifted to her that same birthday.

picking at her ‘just rolled out of bed’ appearance, “looking hot, wands”

wanda looks over at you, smirking as she passes by you to get to the kitchen and giving you two small but firm taps on your left cheek, “it’s what got you into my bed last night, isn’t it?”

a small blush covers your cheeks, your face now feeling hot after wanda’s flirty tease. taking a deep breath and trying to cover it up before you walk out into her apartments kitchen, you murmur to yourself, “jesus christ”

wanda moves skillfully around her kitchen as she cooks a simple breakfast, which she usually hates making since she’s not a breakfast person, but knowing you’ll have a busy day is the only reason she’s putting herself through the hassle.

“you know,” she begins with her back facing you as she plates the food, “celebrating you is probably one of the easiest things i’ve ever done”

your heart stops for a second. wanda’s not one to say romantic things like this. is this meant to be romantic? or is this wishful thinking?

“please let us celebrate?” almost in a pleading tone, almost.

sighing softly with a small pout adorning her lips, “if you don’t want a party, at least let me take you out.. just us two”

the memory of the two of you at a party when you two were freshly engaged in this new agreement slowly creeps into your mind.

“you ready, bub?” wanda whispers into the crown of your head, giving you a soft forehead kiss as she cradles the side of your face.

the party’s atmosphere has slowly become one of your worst nightmares: sweaty bodies, terrible mixed drinks, and oddly placed furniture.

“please,” you say softly as you lean into her hold, “i wanna go home, i don’t like it here”

a soft chuckle escapes her lips, she knew you wouldn’t make it two hours at this party, but you needed to go out after being cramped inside during midterm season.

“whatever you want,” she replies with a smile. grabbing your hand softly, she leads you through the crowd towards the front door.

“where are you two lovebirds going?” a familiar voice asks as you make it two feet from the door, agatha.

lovebirds. is that what you two looked like? sure, the topic of putting a label on it hasn’t come up.. but then again, you two never go on dates.

unless you count the weekly rendezvous in wanda’s apartment dates.

“i’m taking her home,” wanda replies, moving you behind her slowly and away from agatha.

agatha smirks, placing her hand on her hip in an almost teasing way, “taking her home, huh?”

wanda gives a pleading look to agatha, silently begging her to keep her silence.

agatha straightens up after rolling her eyes, but not before saying a quick quip about their not-so-secret friends with benefits dynamic.

“you’re no fun,” she mumbles under her breath and walks off.

wanda lets out a sigh of relief and guides you with a hand behind your back to her car.

with a small groan, you sit down and begin eating, avoiding her sentence.

you’re almost afraid of people seeing you like that again— clinging to someone who doesn’t see a future with you, just using you as a layover on the way to their real destination.

“please?”

with a roll of your eyes and a small smile, you reluctantly agree.

wanda’s eyes light up and a huge grin appears on her face, “thank you, bub. i’ll plan a party here for you with just our closest friends and then i’ll take you out the night after.”

bub. she hardly ever calls you that anymore, it’s almost like a blast from the past when it slips her lips.

it feels like your heart is physically aching at the sound of it, a reminder of how much simpler time used to be— before your feelings for her got too complicated.

as you two got older and life happened, it seemed as though the two of you stopped being so flirtatious and just saw each other as what you two had agreed on: friends with benefits.

that wasn’t at all what you wanted. in all honesty, the idea of wanda being romantic with another girl that wasn’t you made you sick to your core, it made your heart clench.

but part of you always had the lingering thought and feeling that wanda wanted something else, someone else.

after all, just because the two of you always found each other in bed often didn’t mean she didn’t date other people and have flings.

“you’re such a sweetheart,” you say softly as you continue with your eyes on your plate.

what you didn’t see was wanda trying to hide a smile and blush behind a fork full of food.

[thedaughterofadam]

Gotta add in some Angst I can't disappoint you.

Trigger Warning: Descriptions of abuse, body horror (if you squint), Hurt x Comfort

Warning: This is a work of fiction, the scenes ahead have not been described in the show or in previous writing. That being said read ahead at your own risk.

Minors Do Not Interact

MDNI

All the ways to say it in the ways I know how, this is adult content. {I figured out how to do under the cut it's over for everyone here.}

NSFW Warning: Hurt x Comfort, Slight Dom Billy, Creampie

Aggie had woken up from nightmares since everything with the Demigorgon had started. She had discarded the mirrors in her room placing them in her closet, covering the mirror on her vanity so she wouldn't have to take apart her father's handy work. The right side of her body burning up when she shot out of bed, the mangled tattoo on her ankle a dreaded reminder that she almost died. The silence of the all but empty house was deafening, her mother at work and her brother enjoying the summer by sleeping over at Lucas' house after he got back from camp Aggie was left alone with her thoughts and the nightmares. The thunderous knock on the front door of the house shook her out of the paralyzing thoughts that circled through her head. Aggie quickly tossed off her blanket, tugging on the baggy gym shorts she tossed to the floor only hours ago as she put herself to bed.

The knocks continued, thunderous and violent. Aggie unlocked the door, jerking it open, "Do you have any idea what-",

Her words caught in her throat as Billy Hargrove stood before her, a cut on his lip, a black eye forming and his fingers bruised and bleeding. Staring down at her with those violent ocean eyes, "I need help.", his voice sounded like he was choking back tears, his usual cocky and arrogant tone was nowhere to be found.

Aggie ushered him into her home, grabbing a first aid kit from the kitchen as she flicked on the light. Billy sat on the counter, like a sick second nature. He took off his rings as she set the kit down beside him. "Can you look at my chest too?",

Aggie looked at him, nodding her head slowly as she lifted up his shirt. Bruises lined his ribcage and upper chest. Yellow ones that had faded, purple ones that had just formed and violent red ones, new. Billy hissed slightly as he pulled it off the rest of the way, staring down at Aggie. She grabbed his hand gently, cleaning the cuts and bruises, causing him to grunt.

Billy hated when anyone saw him like this, hated being seen as weak. He liked Aggie though, liked it when her eyes were focused solely on him, liked her gentle touch as she cleaned him and worried over him. 'Neil should beat my ass more, might get me more attention.', Billy thought to himself, quickly shaking off the thought, 'Bad idea, she might think I'm a little bitch.'

Aggie cupped his face gently, snapping him out of his thoughts. She moved her hands away, "I didn't want you to be startled when I started to clean your face."

Billy nodded, not knowing how scary he looked. The peering gaze fixed with a glare, his lips looked like he was about to snarl out a rude remark. Aggie had learned that he needed snapped out of things by words, touch made him flinch. But she needed his immediate attention, his face as he described it was what made him popular, it made him money, so it mattered more than any other body part of him.

Aggie gently wiped off his lip, Billy hissed softly grabbing onto her wrist. She stopped looking at him, "I can stop.", she said low and gentle, knowing the pained look behind his eyes all too well. He shook his head, "No, I just...",

That look in his eyes made her freeze, breath hitching slightly. He pressed his forehead to hers, staring at her lips, letting go of her wrist. "Tell me to go away.", he said in a low gravelly tone.

Aggie shook her head as he pushed himself off the counter, his scarred hands stopping just as they reached her sides. "Tell me how horrible I am."

She looked up at him as he pinned her to the fridge, leaning into her ear lips barely pressing to skin as he whispered in a hot breath.

"Tell me to stop."

Aggie looked into his eyes, dark and misty like the ocean during a storm, she cupped his face kissing him. Gentle and sweet, Billy held her hands, sighing in relief as she pulled away slightly. She looked up at him, placing her hands on his shoulders, kissing him again. Billy placed his hands under her thighs, picking her up with a grunt. He carried her over to the counter next to the fridge.

He pushed magazines and newspapers onto the floor setting her down. Billy pulled away from her lips kissing down from her neck to her sternum. Aggie adjusted her hips to help pull down her gym shorts. He pulled them down hastily, nails digging into the side of her thigh as he kissed her clit through her panties. She hissed slightly which made Billy look up at her, “Did I-”

Aggie shook her head, “It was just sudden that's all.”, the reassurance made him smile. Billy pulled her underwear to the side, sucking on her clit. She panted softly as his tongue moved throughout her sex. He held her legs over his shoulders, nails digging into sensitive skin.

Aggie gripped his hair with both hands, gasping and moaning softly, her legs trembling. Billy pinched her clit between his teeth, causing her to cum. He lapped and sucked like he was eating his last meal. She panted, covering her mouth as he looked up at her, rising from his knees, staring straight into her eyes. Billy pulled her hand away from her mouth, "I like hearing you.", his low gravelly voice made her heart race.

Aggie yelped softly as he picked her back up. Holding onto him tightly as her arms wrapped around his neck. Billy kissed her hungrily, tongue running through her mouth as needy hands grabbed and groped. She pulled away only slightly, a string of saliva between them, "Not out here.",

Billy nodded, panting softly, holding back a whine, "Where do you want me?",

Aggie pointed behind her to the door at the end of the hallway and Billy smiled. He kissed her while walking to the end of the hall. She jostled her bedroom door open, Billy pushing past, pulling away to laugh softly. Aggie looked down at him, "What's so funny?"

"Not what I expected for your room.", Billy pushed the door shut behind him.

Aggie scoffed, "What did you expect?", she looked down at him

"I usually just skip to the good parts when I think of you, don't have time to take in my surroundings."

Billy plopped her down on her bed crawling over. Aggie looked up at him, as he brought one of her legs over his hip. Peppering her neck kisses he slipped his hand into her panties. Rubbing her clit with his thumb slipping his index and middle finger into her. She moaned softly, holding Billy's head, fingers curling into his messy hair as he bit and nipped at soft skin.

He grinded against her, pumping his fingers, gripping her pillow to keep himself steady. Aggie moaned into his shoulder as he curled his fingers, pulling slightly at his hair, earning a grunt of approval. Billy looked down at her, "I like hearing you, and watching you...", he panted softly, curling and pumping his fingers in a repetitive motion.

Aggie came around his fingers, moaning his name softly. He pulled his fingers out, pressing them softly on her tongue, "Suck."

She did as he said, holding his wrist. Billy pulled down her panties, "Lift your hips.", Aggie did as she was told, helping with taking them off. Grateful for the dark of her room as he peered over her body.

Billy pulled off of her, undoing his pants. She sat up pulling off her hoodie, her skin prickling from the coolness of the air compared to the warmth of passion. He smiled at Aggie, laying her down as he kissed her. Aggie held him as he looked at her, Billy said lowly, trying to play it cool, "You're on the pill right?", she laughed softly.

Billy looked at her a small whine coming from him, she stifled her laughter, "Yes Billy, I am on the pill.", Aggie kissed him, his hands resting on her hips.

He rocked into her, grunting softly. His hand and imagination did no justice to actually being inside of her. His bare skin is pressed to hers, lips molding against hers. Billy's fingers are pinching and teasing her nipples, his mouth sucking and biting slightly at the sensitive skin. Aggie's moans flood his ears and senses like music.

She held onto him, moaning into his shoulder, quiet moans and pants in his ear. Her legs wrapped around his waist as if on instinct to keep him close to her. His quiet grunts and pants in her ear against her skin filled her mind. His hand found hers, pinning it to the pillow, intertwining their fingers as his movements became faster. Aggie dug her nails into his back, moaning into the skin in his shoulder.

Billy hissed in pleasure, holding her trembling legs. "Where do you want me to cum?", she gasped softly as she looked at him, wrapping her legs around his waist. He smiled, "As hot as that is, I need words."

Aggie moaned softly, "In me.", he kissed her hungrily, his hand going gently around her throat moaning as she came around him. His hips slowed as he came inside her, moaning into her mouth. He kissed over the marks he left on her skin, relishing in her soft touches and gentle kisses all over his face.

He fell asleep on top of her, Aggie playing with his hair as she dozed off into blissful sleep. A temporary fix for nightmares, worth getting woken up for.

[fiorserpen]

🛀  : Take a bath to escape the heat muri and aggie

summer activities. / accepting!

ugh, it's so hooot. agatha loves the summer, don't get her wrong, it's just the heat and this humidity that was killing her. removing clothes wasn't helping much, either. she's down to a pair of baggy shorts and a tank top! she'd even completely foregone a bra. it was that hot in their home. sitting in front of a fan certainly wasn't helping either, and there's only so much the AC can do. it's fairly clear to agatha that kimuri is suffering this heat, too, more so when he suggests they relax in a bath.

agatha eagerly agrees and strips down once she's in the bathroom, peeling her clothes off of her skin. even if this affords them some relief for an hour, it's better than nothing. she settles down into the tub of cool water, groaning softly from the near instantaneous relief she feels. arms dangling over the sides of the clawfoot tub, agatha leans back against the back of the tub, legs drawn up so muri has some room for himself as well. " this feels so good... "

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[ninesoborn]

yall dont kno my expenses i gotta buy bigger plates n more baggies y u all aggy

[dancehall-song-lyrics]

MIKE - Tapestry Lyrics

MIKE – Tapestry Lyrics

Tapestry Lyrics by MIKE [Intro] Mm, mm [Verse] No one to ride for, the mask & a black hoodie Its not aggy, naw I’m back with a sad boogy You do the math my brother naavin be giving racks to me I know it’s baggage, but the problems in the past push me [?] for me Sittin’ relaxed in my apartment where these raps put me You know them baggies, still be ballin’ on his last cookie They still his mans,…

[jamaica-song-lyrics]

MIKE - Tapestry Lyrics

MIKE – Tapestry Lyrics

Tapestry Lyrics by MIKE [Intro] Mm, mm [Verse] No one to ride for, the mask & a black hoodie Its not aggy, naw I’m back with a sad boogy You do the math my brother naavin be giving racks to me I know it’s baggage, but the problems in the past push me [?] for me Sittin’ relaxed in my apartment where these raps put me You know them baggies, still be ballin’ on his last cookie They still his mans,…

[alvertesongdiary]

Bob Vylan - Wicked & Bad

Wicked and bad man move (Wicked)

Moving wicked and bad, put the money in the bag Moving wicked and bad, put the money in the bag Moving wicked and bad, put the money in the bag Moving wicked and bad, put the money in the bag

Rent on the rise, you can't afford it Baby need new clothes, told your lady that you'll sort it In this line of work if work is stolen then you can't report it Bredrin threw you grub, intercepted bitch I caught it I'm just lucky that I caught it, I'm not tryna catch a case Standing in the docks the judge will throw the book all in my face Break it down and move it quick but you've gotta play it safе Every life is precious but it's too еxpensive in this place Dog eat dog world but the dogs have gone mad Trees bear no fruit and the veg has gone bad Underwater movements, I'm not talking Krusty Krab I'm Spongebob at the bank, put the money in the bag (Put the money in the bag)

Moving wicked and bad, put the money in the bag Moving wicked and bad, put the money in the bag Moving wicked and bad, put the money in the bag Moving wicked and bad, put the money in the bag

Sat on that wall, **** in my shoe Watching my best friend strapping a zoot Watching my back, feds hassled the yutes Plug said don't let it happen to you [?] when they're flashing blues Ten toes, man movement smooth Captured me, never captured food Way too smart man I'm way too rude Way too fast, way too aggy Turn the corner, stash that baggy Hop the graveyard, man move scatty Fuck that, let's go dig up Maggie Let's go dig up Maggie's grave and ask her where that milk went Down to storm those Downing doors, run inside and **** them Eat the rich, eat the rich before they turn and eat your children England's ending, death's still pending, burn those fucking buildings

Moving wicked and bad, put the money in the bag Moving wicked and bad, put the money in the bag Moving wicked and bad, put the money in the bag Moving wicked and bad, put the money in the bag (Put the money in the bag)

25/04/2022

[justanaveragetherapist]

Nearly two and a half weeks into living with Luther, Agatha was starting to feel Abit safer. Since moving in with him there had been no attacks, no following or any mangled up animals corpses, no home invasions.

No nothing.

And though she missed the farm house and her work.. the peace was very welcome after a month of utter hell. Though she reminded herself often that this likely was only happening because she was with her brother, Luther was no push over and definitely have off a rather intense domineering vibe.

It was Wednesday, and she'd tagged along with Luth to do some shopping at the local market for dinner supplies. She felt restless, though it wasn't the same as before when she'd been being followed.. this was a different type of unsettled that she couldn't quite place her finger on. Aggy opted for something simple and comfortable, a pair of black leggings, a baggy yellow T-shirt and some sandels, not really looking to impress or catch any eyes. "Stay close." Her brother said, as if she needed reminding.

The pair made their way through the fresh food side of the market just outside one the local parks. Luther gathered up different veggies as Agatha found herself drawn to the scent of strawberries, freshly soaked in B+ they looked ripe and juicy. "Interested in some strawberries?" The merchant hummed smiling at her, "I think I am actually-" she reached for her wallet, "How much?"

Walking away from the stand she held the small package of eight in her hand, carefully biting into the soft flesh with a smile on her face. The sweetness of the fruit mixed with the blood was absolutely delicious- luth would probably like them. "Luther?" She called... However, turning to where he'd been previously, she saw her brother had vanished amount the crowd of people.

Her anxiety began to rise slightly.

[curlyburp]

Photos of Aggie with tiny hands. You're welcome.

[ares857]

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[flutteringphalanges]

                                  Caught in a Riptide

Summary: After the infamous Count Dracula is discovered and taken into custody by the Jonathan Harker Foundation, former nun and now guardian to her young niece, Zoe, Agatha Van Helsing is tasked with keeping tabs on the vampire after a mishap leads to his release into modern day society. Can Agatha remain levelheaded, or will fate turn her onto a new path?

Pairing: Dracula/Agatha Van Helsing

Rated: M

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A/N: Alright, my dear readers, as promised! Thank you so much for your support as usual! Feedback is greatly loved and appreciated whether it be comments/kudos/reblogs/etc... I adore hearing your thoughts! Anyway, onward to chapter four!

                                             Chapter Four

Hawkins and Wentworth Law Firm. Established in the late 1800's, representing Count Dracula since September 12, 1896. A partnership that led to the purchase of some property for the vampire along with an arrangement for his resettlement. The vampire had thought of everything. For well over a century, the man had continuous tricks up his sleeve and today the Foundation had served as his willing assistant. That damn tablet. Whoever gave it to him in the first place should be fired on the spot.

"So you see, by holding him here, you are encroaching on Count Dracula's rights."

Frank Renfield was a rather scrawny man. Nervous, the epitome of someone walking on eggshells. His outfit was rather washed out, almost a little too baggy to fit his body properly. Agatha lost count of how many times he pushed his glasses back up to the brim of his nose. He certainly wasn't the ideal lawyer she would've pictured, but she reluctantly gave him credit for how prepared he was.

"He's a murderer!" She tried to argue, gesturing at Dracula who merely grinned in response. "You do realize what he is?!"

"Oh yes, of course!" Frank nodded vigorously, clearing his throat. "But my point stands. He is being held against his will and if he isn't released by tonight, my client is willing to take legal actions. And," the lawyer gave an awkward smile. "I'm not sure if all of England is ready to learn that a vampire is among the population."

"In other words, we're supposed to set him free and just trust that his actions remain civil?" Bloxham countered, folding her arms. "I think not."

"Actually, we did speak on that over Skype." The attorney responded looking over to the vampire as he spoke. "Based on Dracula's prior cases, there is a deal we are willing to make with you. A compromise if you will."

"What makes you think you have the upper hand in deciding this?!" The scientist frowned, eyes fixated on Frank's. "Why do you get to make the decisions?"

"No matter how you look at it, Dr. Bloxham, Count Dracula will be freed tonight." Renfield said firmly, pushing his glasses up again. "We thought it only fair to make some sort of offer to appease the Foundation. Are you interested in listening?" Neither of the women interjected so he continued. "Count Dracula will be freed but he is more than happy to be occasionally checked in on. Think of it as a parole of sorts."

"He's willing for someone to keep tabs on him? Agatha questioned, finally reentering into the conversation. "What's the catch?"

"There is no catch, I assure you," the lawyer explained. "Well...it's interesting actually." His nervous chuckle didn't settle well with the former nun. "He'll agree to these terms IF you are the one to supervise him."

It only happened every so often, but Agatha Van Helsing found herself at a loss for words. She stared dumbfounded at the lawyer who sheepishly smiled through thin lips. There was no arguing. No chance of being heard. Before she could even utter a single word in, Bloxham answered for her.

"Agatha would be more than happy to accept those terms."

Bloxham stared at her as if almost daring her to say otherwise. Frank beamed, opening up his briefcase. "Brilliant!" He expressed, looking from one woman to the other. "Now that we are all on the same track, if we could just fill out some documents. Just some formalities really. You know, just because this is a legal case and we like to keep records on file."

As the scientist led the lawyer away, Agatha finally turned to meet Dracula's gaze. He was smirking at her, obviously delighted by it all. A part of her wanted to race over and open the ceiling, but somehow she refrained despite how marvelous it sounded. He had played her like a fiddle and he knew it. Oh if she could just stake him in the heart...what a satisfying thought.

"I'd like to think of this as a beautiful start to our friendship," Dracula commented. "I had a feeling the Harker Foundation would be breathing down my back because of this, but what better way to soothe this fine institution's concerns than to allow you to be my figurative probation officer?"

"Just because you like to assume that you're very clever doesn't mean you are all that you give yourself credit for." Agatha countered, folding her arms over her chest. "I'm not playing into your game, Count Dracula."

"Oh, but I think that you already are." And his low tone sent a shiver up her spine. "I know your kind, Agatha Van Helsing. And I may not know you fully yet, but I will. I have my ways. And when I do…" His smirk broadened. "I expect we'll be sharing quite the exhilarating experience."

"Go to Hell." It was the best insult that came into her mind at the time.

"My chariot is a two seater," the Count replied. "I'll make sure to keep a spot open for you."

                                                        XXX

"Eugene says his big brother said that if you make a face long enough, it'll get stuck like that!" Zoe informed her aunt as she kicked her legs, sending her higher on the swing set. "Why do you look so grumpy?"

Agatha looked up from the book she was attempting to read on the bench. After picking Zoe up from school, she took the little girl to the park. At least there maybe she could clear her head. Setting the novel down in her lap, she looked towards the orange horizon. The sun was beginning to set. Only a few hours now.

"First, Eugene's brother is wrong. Faces don't get stuck," she stated. "And I'm not grumpy, I just had a hard day at work. I'm a little tired, that's all."

"Oh." And Zoe fell silent for a moment, still pumping her legs hard. She was flying so high, Agatha was beginning to grow concern about the chains breaking. "Was Dracula there? Did you talk to him?" The woman visibly stiffened at the name but the girl didn't seem to notice. "I told my friends I met a real vampire, but they didn't believe me. Evan said I was a liar. But I'm not lying, am I?"

Thank God Zoe was only seven with a wild imagination. No one took kids really seriously at that age. Still, perhaps it wasn't good for her to mention him. Quite frankly, she didn't even want to hear his name right now. Grabbing her book, she stood up. It was getting late anyway.

"Let's not talk about him anymore, Zoe." Agatha replied. "How about we finish up here and get some ice cream, hm? I'm in the mood for some." It wasn't exactly the truth, but she knew how to quickly change her niece's train of thought. "What do you say?"

"Two scoops?!" The girl asked with excitement, leaping off the swing.

"One, and you can get it with sprinkles." Agatha said, reaching to take a hold of the little girl's hand. "I think both need it after today." Though a tall glass of something alcohol sounded more appealing. "Let's go."

It wasn't a long drive to the parlor and after getting their cones, they were back on the road. Through the rear view mirror, Agatha watched in dismay as vanilla ice cream dribbled down Zoe's coated mouth onto her shirt and seat belt. Perhaps she should've grabbed a handful of napkins when she had the chance.

"Can we watch a movie tonight?" The little girl asked in between licks. "I promise I'll go to bed right afterwards!"

Well, considering she was already hyped up on sugar, getting her to sleep now would be near impossible. Agatha looked through the mirror again and towards the sky. Nearly dark. His freedom was drawing nearer. Trying not to think about it, she gave into Zoe's demand.

"We can watch a movie," she agreed. "But then you have to go to sleep without arguing."

"Yes, ma'am!" Zoe exclaimed, giving her aunt a salute. "I promise!"

Agatha made a point of locking the door as she and a very sticky Zoe entered the house. As her niece went to wash up, the former nun retrieved her phone from her purse. She hadn't exactly discussed what had happened with Jack. When their lunch was interrupted earlier, Bloxham seemed more concerned with her than the doctor. Dialing his number, she held the device to her ear. It immediately went to voicemail. Frowning, she set it down. She'd try again later when Zoe was asleep.

"All clean!" The little girl called out causing Agatha to snap back into reality. "And in my jammies! C'mon, Aunt Aggie, let's watch something…" She seemed to think about it. "How about something spooky?!"

"How about something that doesn't give you nightmares?" Her aunt chuckled, moving over to sit beside the little girl. "How about one of those princess movies you like?"

"Princesses are boring." Zoe exclaimed, rolling her eyes.

"But you love princesses," Agatha said with a small frown. "You wanted one for your birthday this year."

"I like vampires now." The young girl proclaimed.

Her aunt was about to interject when the sound of her doorbell going off stopped her. Furrowing her brow, Agatha rose from the couch and made her way towards the door. Was it Jack? An odd hour to be making a house call. As she turned the knob to open it, she immediately regretted her decision. For there, standing nonchalantly in front of her was none other than the Devil himself. Count Dracula.

Speechless. Completely, utterly dumbfounded. She must've looked ridiculous, standing there gawking at the man she'd seen locked up only hours before. Agatha's mouth was so dry that even if she wanted to say something, she couldn't. Silence.

"Well? You know how this works, don't you?" The moonlight glinted off of Dracula's smile as he stood at Agatha's doorstep patiently. "Are you going to invite me in?"

So many questions. An entire novel's worth. She began to rifle through them, trying to decide which of the several were the most important to bring up first. Agatha blocked the doorway, her eyes narrowing as she stared daggers at the vampire.

"How the Hell did you find my house?!" It seemed like a logical inquiry all things considered.

"Googled it." He shrugged, looking as if he was very proud of himself. "You'd be surprised by the lack of Van Helsings in the area. Oh." He held up one finger before shoving a hand into his pocket. "And this helped too." It was Jack's phone.

"You..." Agatha stumbled, struggling between insulting or going off completely. "You stole Jack's phone and then decided it was okay to stalk me to my home?!" "I didn't stalk you." The vampire corrected. "I merely followed your address." He inhaled, still seeming unfazed by Agatha's aggravation. "Are you going to let me in?" "I..." She began before the sound of small feet came bounding in her direction. Zoe. Christ.

"Aunt Aggie!" The girl chirped. "You gotta put a movie in! You're..." Her blue eyes widen at the sight of Dracula. "Mr. Dracula!"

"Zoe, go to your room." Agatha said coolly, trying to block the little girl's view. "Dracula was just leaving-"

"Wanna come in and watch the movie with us?!"

Agatha was unsure whether to face palm, cry out in frustration, or just go dig a hole and bury herself in it as Dracula grinned widely and stepped into her home. All thanks to Zoe's innocent invitation inside. How thoughtful.

"Thank you for the generous offer, Zoe." Dracula said kneeling down to the girl's eye level. "But I'm here to actually talk to your Aunt Aggie."

Agatha swept in front of the two glowering at the vampire as he straightened up. Zoe peered from behind her aunt, looking curiously at the towering Count. His expression, still friendly, was no longer focused on her, but now met her aunt's gaze.

"Get out," Agatha growled. "I rescind your invitation."

"Ah, as much as I'm sure you'd like that, it doesn't work that way." His smile turned into a smirk as he leaned against the wall. "You see, it was dear Zoe who invited me in. Not you. And while this is your house, she lives here too. So unless your niece wants me to leave, I think I'll stay for a bit." His eyes flickered down to the little girl again. "Can I stay, Zoe?"

"Zoe," Agatha said through her teeth. "Tell him to leave. Now."

"How about a little incentive. Say...five pounds?" Dracula whipped the money from his pocket and dangled it in front of her like a dog. "It's yours if I can stay."

The little girl smiled and, without a word, snatched the money and hurried off to put it in her piggy bank. Dracula grinned, delighted by his accomplishment as he turned back to face an enraged Agatha. What a cheat. The woman's arms folded tightly over her chest as she watched with fury as he made his way over to the kitchen table.

"You're a real prick." She hissed as he sat down. "You have no right to even talk to her-or bribe her for that matter! She's seven!"

"She's smart," Dracula sighed contentedly, leaning back. "Won't you join me? Take a seat, Agatha, I merely came here to talk." He laced his fingers together, hands resting on the table. "We've both had quite a day today, haven't we?"

Agatha didn't sit down. Instead, she just stared at him. Hard. As if maybe, if she concentrated hard enough, he'd just poof away. Or explode. That would've been better. He, of course, waited patiently for her reply and soon the former nun realized that, unless she addressed him, he wouldn't be leaving any time soon.

"Why are you here?" It was a repetitive question and she knew it.

"To talk," he replied. "You practically stormed out the moment my dear lawyer and that boss of yours discussed everything over with you. You can be quite difficult, I'm learning. But we can work on that," he smiled. "Could I trouble you for a piece of paper and a pen?"

"Why?" Agatha asked curtly.

"So I can write down my address for you," the Count rolled his eyes. "Goodness, Agatha, for a Van Helsing, I thought you would be more dedicated in wanting to locate me. Do you know how hard your grandfather tried? I am literally giving you directions to my home. You should be more appreciative."

Offering his address. Such a cordial act. What his motive was behind it, she wasn't sure. But Agatha remembered Bloxham's request-or rather, mandatory instructions, and she begrudgingly got what he asked for. Tossing them roughly onto the table, the former nun watched as he scribbled his information down in a surprising elegant font.

"I included my number as well." Dracula exclaimed, holding the paper out to her. "Go on, take it. I don't bite." And there was a glint of mischievousness in his eyes as he spoke the last bit. "I hope you don't mind, but I took the liberty of copying down your own cell number from your friend's phone." With that, he neatly slid Jack's device across the table. "Apologize to him, will you? I'm sure he's frantically looking for it."

Agatha immediately snatched it up and shoved it into her pocket. Hopefully he hadn't tampered with it to the point of it being useless. As for the paper, she hesitantly took it, eyes studying the words scrawled across. Almost instantly she recognized the street. Even the name of the complex. Nostrils flared, she gazed up at the Count wide eyed.

"There must be some mistake." She snapped, looking from him back down to the paper. "This is only a few blocks from where I live!"

"It seemed only appropriate seeing as you are supposed to be keeping an eye on me." Dracula said in a hair tearingly calm voice. "It was an added bonus that it sits at the perfect location. How coincidences can be rather humorous." He continued to smile, the same look that had yet to leave his face. "You should come by some time. Perhaps for dinner?"

If she was to kill him now, right on the spot, would anyone really mind? Jack certainly wouldn't tell. Bloxham might be rather annoyed, but all things considered, she could kiss Agatha's ass. Then there was his lawyer-Frank. She could figure something out. But then deep down, way deep down at this point, the Van Helsing side of her wanted to learn more. Desired to know more. And by destroying the vampire where he currently stood would take away from that.

"I prefer not to partake in the slaughtering of innocent human life." The woman replied coldly. "And I intend to make sure you do the same." For a brief moment, the amusement faltered from Dracula's face. "You're in the modern world, Count Dracula. Drinking people dry is frowned upon by society. I assure you, whatever it takes, your last victim will have been in 1897. I swear upon my great, great grandfather's name."

"He's dead," the vampire said with a cocked eyebrow. "I believe you are supposed to swear on the live's of the living…say that darling Zoe of yours?"

He struck a major pressure point and Dracula very well knew it. Agatha's gaze darkened and she leaned dangerous close to his face. If he wanted, the Count could've easily snapped her neck within a second. Instead, he merely eyed her with curiosity.

"If you ever lay one of your clawed fingers on a single hair on her head, I will destroy you where you stand." Agatha hissed with such ferocity even she was a little taken aback. "Don't threaten my child."

"I have no intention to," Dracula said, holding up a hand. "But your aggressive protectiveness is a rather charming quality if I do say so myself."

"As charming as a crucifix burned into your bare flesh," she shot back.

"Kinky," Dracula chuckled. "My, you are quite an anomaly, Agatha Van Helsing."

"What's kinky?"

Both adults turned to see Zoe standing there eyeing them with great interest. Her head was tilted ever so slightly and in her arms she hugged one of her stuffed animals. Jesus Christ, not again. He'd been awake for a day. ONE day. And he already was corrupting her niece's mind with such vulgar language.

"Nothing." She said, eyes locked on Dracula's as she spoke. "And I don't want to hear you repeating it."

"Oh, a bad word." Zoe nodded thoughtfully. "Are we going to watch a movie now?"

"Actually," Dracula began as he stood up. "I suppose I should be leaving now. It's getting rather late-or, I should say, becoming too close to early for my comfort." He strode towards the door as Agatha remained at the table, Zoe by her side. "I'll be seeing you soon, Agatha." He grinned, his eyes flickering down to the little girl. "And thank you for inviting me in, Zoe. I much appreciated that."

Agatha said nothing as the vampire opened the door and slipped outside. After she was sure he was gone, she hurried over and locked the dead bolt. Running a hand through her hair, she let out a long, hard exhale. Zoe walked over to her, an ever present happy expression on her young face.

"I like him!" She stated cheerfully.

That only made one of them.

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[bamboobluntz]

I get really emotional over you, I get that

I own it , on my sleeve , but ya # I never phone it

The acts of violence disguised as love I condone it

Because I know to find another like you, I’d have to clone it

My old nigga told me to come “pon’ it”

I rode till he put his hand out and had me hault it

Coulda stunted my growth

But my old self had been departed

So my new being came in and discarded

Very things they thought they created but they was salt fish

Ackee I couldn’t deal with it, they had me aggy

Nose fucked up stayed with they baggies,

couldn’t reelate knew I was made more than that was created