#Puerto Rican Shirt

[culturesfinest]

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[jvzebel-x]

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[sockiesock]

igi has become latina

[ladyfrnk]

ray is a guitarist and an ally (love wins fucking finally) but more importantly, he’s a dad who drinks beer while barbecuing and if you can’t understand that about him and realize that’s why he’ll never wear anything you want him to.. well that’s just the game

[mcumorningstar]

begging for more riff x reader smut 🫣 I’d love if they were in a heated argument over riff buying a gun and riff says something disrespectful to reader making her slap him and then they just immediately go at it from the heat of the moment

Bang Bang

pairing: riff (wss) x reader

warnings: 18+ minors dni, kinda toxic but kinda cute, unprotected p in v (wrap it!!), riff’s got a gun, (I think that’s everything)

a/n: sorry this took so long I was on vacation. I’ve never done a request before!! Thanks for submitting :) This was more like I don’t wanna lose you sex than heat of the moment but hopefully this is okay!!

Sinking into Riff’s lap was the perfect remedy to a bad day. His arms wrapped around you and pulled you closer, your pelvis pressed to his.

Usually you would be reduced to a puddle of contentment but the hard press and sharp sting of metal pushed against your lower stomach.

Pulling back, you scrutinise Riff for a moment before tugging up his shirt. A small revolver was nestled in the waistband of his jeans.

“Like Billy the Kid, don’t ya think?” Riff smirked up at you, pretending to shoot bullets from his fingers.

God, it was easy to forget, because of his troubles, but Riff was so young.

“Get rid of it,” You stared at the weapon with wide eyes, “I’m not playing around, Riff. You’re gonna get yourself killed.”

“Born to die young, baby-o,” A wide grin plastered across Riff’s cheeks, smug and teasing. He squeezed your hips but you weren’t impressed.

“You gonna be laughing when you’re on a slab in the morgue?” You tried to stand, wanting some distance between.

“Don’t think like that,” He attempted to calm your nerves and refused to let you move away, pulling you closer.

A manicured nail jabbed into his chest, “Because I sure as hell won’t. I don’t wanna be a widow before I’m a wife.”

Riff sighed, his thumb rubbing against the empty space on your ring finger. An empty space waiting for a promised ring.

“They always bring heat. We gotta be ready,” He reasoned with you but your blood boiled as he removed the gun and examined it.

You scoffed, “This shit is so stupid, Riff!” You shoved his chest and rose from his lap, storming into the bedroom.

Riff followed you with a heavy sigh and heavy footsteps. He stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame.

“You expect me to go in there with nothing but the clothes on my back?”

“What I expect you to do is use your brain! Your daddy was in the exact same position as these Puerto Ricans you’re going to war with!”

“He was nothing like them.”

“Why? ‘Cause he speaks the language?”

It was a low blow but you wanted him to know how it looked.

“Don’t turn this into something it isn’t! This is a turf war,” Riff tried to level his steadily raising voice.

“Turf war? That slang for prejudice little boys with no jobs and nothing to do but terrorise foreigners?”

“Prej-? You know goddamn well that I’m not like that!Like you know what you’re talking about anyway! I’m not taking life advice from a hairdresser!” Riff snapped and, before he could have the nerve to feel bad, your open palm collided with his cheek.

You stood in silence for a moment as a red mark bloomed against his alabaster skin. It was not the ‘be the better person’ you were trying to drill into him, you knew that, but he pissed you off and it was almost involuntary.

“Shit” Riff jostled his jaw in all directions and rubbed a finger against his reddened ear, “You smack like my ma.”

Your hands cupped your slack jaw, “Baby I’m so sorry.”

Riff spared a glance in your direction as you stepped closer to him.

“Less of the smacking, yeah? I need my good looks or you got nothing to stick around for,” He smiled warily, “I ain’t no murderer, am I?”

You shook your head, biting your lip to hide your thrill at his decision, and smiled softly. Tentatively, you reached up and brushed your fingers against his red cheek.

“I’m sorry, baby. Never meant to damage your pretty face.”

Riff almost melted, his eyes softening, “You think I’m pretty?”

“A real diamond in the rough,” You brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead and cupped his jaw, “I couldn’t bear it if I lost you. Not for something this stupid.”

Riff pulled you closer and pressed his forehead to yours, “Never gonna happen. You’re stuck with me.”

A smile twitched at your lips. Despite the Jets, being stuck with Riff sounded heavenly. He dipped his head to kiss you softly.

“Never,” He whispered, pulling back an inch, his hot breath fanned across your lips.

“Good, because underneath it all, you’re the sweetest guy I’ve ever known. I don’t wanna lose you.”

Riff pulled you back for another kiss. A clash of tongue and teeth as the kiss grew heated. You needed him to know how true it was, needed him to know how much you needed him.

“I love you,” He panted between the hot collision of lips. A soft moan rose from your throat. Riff dropped his hands to your hips, pulling your body flush to his.

Your nails clawed at his neck, fingers getting lost in his hair.

Clothes were shed, lying in piles on the bedroom floor. Riff hovered over you as you lay back on the mattress, pressing himself between your legs.

Clinging to his bare flesh, Riff trailed open-mouthed kisses along your neck and pulled your leg higher on his hip.

His hard cock pressed against you through his boxers, as his hips began to grind against yours.

A breath moan escaped your lips, “Riff… please.”

Usually he would tease you. ‘Please what, baby?’ he would say, but not this time.

Riff nodded over and over again as he pushed down his boxers and pulled your panties down your legs. The full weight of him rested against your bare skin as your lips met again.

With tender hands holding you close, Riff pressed into you. It was slow and sweat beaded on your skin when a low groan from the man above you vibrated against your neck.

“Ugh god,” He squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face further against your clavicle, littering messy kisses there.

“Move baby please,” You panted out, rubbing his back with firm fingers.

Riff pulled his hips back a few inches before rocking into you again. He pulled his head out of the shelter of your neck, connecting his eyes to yours.

His hips moved languidly, skin slapping with every collision of his pelvis to yours and pushing against that spot inside you that made your toes curl.

“I’m- I’m sorry,” Riff panted, pressing his forehead to yours, “For- for what I- I said. I love you and- and that’s never gonna change. Not for turf, not for nothing.”

The rhythmic strokes of his hips rendered you non-verbal, only capable of moaning and nodding. Your eyes fluttered closed at a particularly hard thrust.

“Look at me, baby,” Riff wrapped an arm underneath your head, the crease of his elbow and the muscle of his bicep your new pillow.

Forcing your eyes open, you met his eyes - a gorgeous swirl of blue and brown in the left.

He’s beautiful.

“Never want to be without you. What was I thinking? Taking a gun? You’re right to call it stupid, baby. So stupid” Riff rambled on. You could tell he was getting close by his loose lips.

Riff mumbled between moans, sloppy kisses and panting breaths against your skin until your chest was soaked in his spit.

It was euphoric. His hand snaked between your sweat slicked bodies, pressed so tightly against one another, to rub circles against your clit.

A loud moan ripped from you and your fingers gripped the back of his head, holding his face so close to yours that you breathed each other’s oxygen. All while staring into the starry night abyss of his eyes.

As the band inside you grew tighter and tighter, you gripped onto Riff tighter. Your legs wrapped around his waist as if he were going to be ripped from you entirely and red crescent moon imprints of your fingernails bloomed against his skin.

“I’m gonna cum. Can’t- can’t hold on,” Riff groaned, doubling down on his efforts between your legs. His thrusts were losing rhythm but he was hitting spots deep inside you and working you with his fingers.

White spots clouded your vision as the band inside you snapped, gushing onto his fingers and cock. The feeling of your orgasm pushed Riff over the edge, whimpering ‘I love you’s’ as he finished inside you.

Warmth bloomed inside you at the feeling and, as you came down from your high, a giddy grin crept onto your lips.

With heaving chests, Riff gazed down at you and a grin equal in size and feeling graced his lips.

“You were right, doll. Nothing is worth sacrificing you for.”

“Oh I’m gonna need that in writing,” You teased, stroking your fingers through his hair.

Riff laughed and playfully bit your jaw until you pushed him off, rolling around the bed with blissful laughter.

He stayed in that night. The gun was gone by the following morning and in its place sat a vase of red roses.

[madhatterbri]

Extra Icing | D.P.

Summary: Christmas fic. Damian/OC (or reader. Whichever) Christmas baking prompt. Damian and OC are making cookies and she licking the beaters. He’s getting turned on watching. Smut ensues.

Requested by: @teamchasez

Happy Monday Night RAW, babes. ❤️Sorry for the delay. I read it earlier and I didn't like it so I edited it.

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Taglist: @theworldofotps @smallestsnarkestgirl @mrsarcherofinfamy @terrortwinunicorn @brideofinfamy @miss-kuki-nz @hotwheels1108 @new-zealand-chic @magicalbuttertarts @eringobragh420 @missbmc94 @surdelcielo @hodgepodge-musings

Damian hated that his girlfriend promised to make so many cookies for their Christmas party that night. She was a great baker, but they could be doing things out of the house instead of stuck inside. He was in an off mood until he saw her lick the batter off the beater.

Her tongue swirled around the beaters to not waste the cookie batter. Some of the batter fell on her chin. Her finger scooped the batter in her mouth. He felt his cock twitch in his pants. His mind wandered to imagining her blowing him. The way her pretty, innocent eyes stared up at him. Her mouth stretched around him. His jeans felt tighter than before.

Y/N, unaware of her boyfriend's struggle, pressed the button on the mixer. The beaters fell into the sink to be washed later. She turned around and stopped when he towered over her. His dark eyes filled with lust. Innocent doe eyes stared up at him. Her breath hitched in her throat the moment his hand wrapped around her neck.

"I have something way better for you to taste," he told her. His hand gripped her throat gently. "You want to do something a little naughty?"

She gulped and nodded. It had been awhile since they did any bedroom activities. He wasn't as busy with work, but she was. All the school plays and friends inviting them to parties made sex virtually impossible.

"You have been good all year," she teased. His girlfriend dropped to her knees. The moment his boxers were lowered, his dick sprung out. She watched in awe. Her mind trying to comprehend how licking some beaters managed to turn him on. Her tongue licked from the base to the tip. He cursed as he felt the trail of saliva at the bottom of his dick. "So good,"

Y/N took the tip in her mouth. He bit his lip. His cock twitched as she slid her mouth down on him. Damian looked down. Her eyes stared back into his. Her mouth opened to take what she could of him. Her hand ran up and down on him. Her saliva moistened the area. He gripped the back of her head and thrusted gently. His eyes fluttered as his mouth hung open.

Damian put his hand on the counter to steady himself. Y/n relaxed her throat to take more of him in. The once quiet kitchen was now filled with his grunts and moans. His hand balled in a fist on the counter. He started to feel himself getting closer.

"Enough, mi amor, I am going to burst soon. Get on the table,"

He couldn't wait for the bedroom. They would just really scrub the table for the Christmas party tonight. Damian took off his shirt and watched her scurry to the table. She sat at the edge of the table. Her legs dangled on the side.

His lips met hers. Hands cupped his cheeks before sliding around his neck. She lowered them so she laid on her back on the table. Their lips barely broke apart. He raised her red dress slowly. His fingertips gliding on her skin. The fabric bunched around her waist. Her underwear was quickly removed.

The Puerto Rican didn't know what came over him. He needed her now more than he needed oxygen. During the make out session, he teased her. His fingers fondling her breasts and touching between her legs. Her moans muffled in their kiss.

Damian adjusted himself and thrusted inside. Her walls pushed aside to take him then gripped him when he started to slide out of her. He stopped when the head of his cock was about to slip out before pushing back in. They started to kiss again. He picked up the pace of his thrusts. Her moans quieted by his kiss.

The table moved under her with each thrust. The wooden legs scraped against the ground below. He gripped her hips and pushed her into him. She grabbed the edge of the table. The build-up in her stomach became harder to ignore.

"Dam, Dam," she moaned his nickname. He knew she was close. The wrestler put his hand down on the table right by her head and lifted himself up. His other hand raised her leg over his shoulder. He kissed her leg as he stilled inside of her. The two of them reaching their peak at the same time. They took a few moments to collect themselves.

"I can't believe we did that just because I was making cookies," she panted while catching her breath. A shy giggle slipped out. Her cheeks burned in embarrassment. She knew her thoughts would be consumed by what just took place on their table.

"Extra icing," he chuckled. Damian cleaned her up and helped her up. They both agreed they needed to shower and clean the table about fifty times.

That night, Damian and Y/N were entertaining their friends in the kitchen. A bottle of coquito, her cookies, and other various treats were placed on the table. As they sat with their friends at the table their eyes locked. Her loving boyfriend looked down and smiled as he nervously picked his lip. The memories still fresh in their mind.

[cheeseboxisms]

the guys ^.^ Beta designs for my lightbulb and test tube below the cut, + basic facts about these guys!

Primarily changed designs for my lighty and test tube because i had designed them before finishing ii, and now that im done i have a new outlook on how i think theyd look like as human ! the way i make my gijinkas is basically imagining aspects like their voice and personality thoroughly and just letting my subconscious come up with a very basic template of their design, and i work off of that !

as for some fun facts for my gijinkas Lightbulb

She/her - 23 - White-passing Puerto Rican

Fun fact: She has an embroidered design of baxter on the back pocket of her overalls!

Paintbrush

They/Them - 24 - Flipino

Fun fact: They have a hair care routine that literally takes an hour and a half, refuses to share their secrets

Test Tube

She/Her - 27 - Sri Lankan

Fun fact: Shes a victim of my self projection so i gave her PCOS hehehe

Fan

He/Him - 28 - Chinese

Fun fact: connoisseur of many cheesy and unfunny t-shirts

[thenaughtynorth]

Marital Bliss, part I

Damian Priest x fem!reader, smutty, fluffy

“I can’t believe my own eyes” Damian mumbled happily as he wiped away a small tear that had crept down his cheek. “You look fucking incredible, baby,” he continued, “I can’t believe I get to marry you.”

This man just knew how to make me feel so insanely loved, appreciated, and seen. It was a no-brainer from the moment we first met; of course I was going to marry him.

The large, toothy smile he flashed contrasted his dark demeanor and tall self in his black, velvet suit. He was the one who looked fucking incredible. I had never thought I’d end up with someone as passionate, caring and amazing as Damian - but here we were, standing face to face at the end of the aisle. Surrounded by all of our loved ones, ready to say our “I dos”.

Time stood still as we said our vows, and what felt like hours, were only the first minutes of our forever together. I had tried my very hardest to not cry and ruin my makeup, but I hadn’t made it through Damian’s vows without tears running down my face.

“You may kiss the bride” and he sure did. He took his sweet time, slowly caressing my cheek with his giant hand. A hand that had, ever since I first met him, always been decorated with multiple rings of all shapes and sizes, but now only held the most important of all. A ring that symbolized our commitment, our love, everything we’d been through and everything we would be going through. It was silver and cool as it lingered on my cheek. He leaned in and connected our lips in the most tender kiss we’d ever shared. My heart was beating a thousand miles an hour and I was almost afraid that it was going to pop out of my chest and out of my wedding dress. It was clear he never wanted the kiss to end, as he held me tightly, almost as if he were afraid I was going to blow into the ocean with the soft Puerto Rican winds.

The party was an absolute love fest and I loved being Damian’s bride. We had been dancing all night, enjoyed the amazing Puerto Rican cuisine, and we were the happiest we’d ever been. My friends and I were having the time of our lives, sipping on tequila and enjoying some more dessert. My eyes searched the area for my husband. And there he was, in a group with his friends. He was already looking at me, seemingly not listening to a word his friends were saying. He had a dark expression in his eyes, paired with a smug “I know something you don’t”-smile. He held up his glass of rum in a gesture to me and he took a large sip. I mimicked his gesture, held up my own glass and took a sip. The liquor had my cheeks burning up. Or maybe that was Damian’s doing? The way he was looking at me intently, not breaking eye contact. Or maybe the way he was sitting, no suit jacket, sleeves rolled up with his legs spread so far, I could’ve fittingly been sitting on my knees in between. He rested his other hand on his thigh, near his knee, and I noticed that he was tapping it rhythmically with his index finger. That little tease. He knows I love his muscular thighs. His shirt was unbuttoned quite far down his chest, revealing some of his delicious chest, tanned, tattooed skin and the large, silver cross he had on a slim chain. The cross glimmered in my eye, ironically, because there was absolutely nothing holy or sacred about the filthy thoughts that entered my mind, upon seeing my husband like that.

The air between us was so thick and filled with anticipation, on our way to our suite. We were both slightly buzzed on our respective brown liquors, but still very well aware of what was going to happen when we got through the door. He turned to me before he breached the doorway, lifted me in his arms and kissed me. It was as tender as the one we’d shared after we officially became Mr and Mrs. “What was that for?” I asked lovingly. “I just wanted to kiss you gently one last time before I go disrespect you completely in bed” he coldly stated.

His lips were on mine again immediately after we’d closed and locked the door. His body was pressed against mine and I felt his neediness in both his kiss and the hardness of his dick against my dress clad stomach. I kissed back ferociously as I backed him towards a chair in the room. I pushed him down to sit, him a little shocked at the tiny display of dominance. “You sir,” I started as I swiftly placed my long, bare, stiletto-wearing leg on the chair in between his legs, “you’ve been upgraded to the premium “wife-package”. This means you can do whatever the fuck you want to me, whenever the fuck you want.” He was gawking at me, very intensely. Speechless, curious and with his mouth slightly opened. I moved my foot dangerously close to his crotch and leaned in to speak again: “Do you want Mrs. Priest to put your big cock in her mouth?” Damien groaned and nodded enthusiastically, “Yes mamacita, please do. Mrs. Priest has a filthy mouth, huh?” He bit his lip as I sank to my knees in front of him. I almost had to duck, as I freed him from his pants and boxers. His dick looked extraordinarily large and plump and somehow intimidating to me as I was only inches away. I gently started to pump him in my hand as I made eye contact with him. He was smirking down at me. His giant hand caressed my cheek and he determinedly grabbed my hair in the back of my neck and gave it a tight pull. I took the tip in my mouth and sucked, causing Damian to groan and buck his hips. I took him even deeper in my throat - and gagged. “Fuckkk baby”, he intuitively bucked his hips even more, but it was a lost cause. I couldn’t fit anymore of him in my mouth and throat, even if I desperately wanted to. His shaft was too long and don’t even get me started on his width.

The sight of Damian’s bride choking on his dick was enough to get him near the edge of his release. He thought I looked amazing and angelic in white. The fact that we were now married was fucking electric. We had truly found our soulmates in one another. He had tapped out, not wanting to come already, as he pulled my mouth to his and gave me a longing and starving kiss. Whilst our lips were interlocked, he rose to his feet and all of a sudden he was towering over me again. He gently pushed me back on the bed, lifted my leg and placed the sharp heel of my stiletto on the part of his chest that was bursting out of the opening of his tight shirt. He pushed up against it, my heel sinking ever so slightly into his skin. He licked his bottom lip and smirked, whilst rubbing my bare calf. “So.. this “wife-package”.. what more does it include?” He asks. “Well what do you think?” I cockily asked. “I think it means I get to touch you here.” He inched smoothly down my leg. I nodded. He continued. “And here.. especially here.” His hand met the lacy white border of my panties before he pushed a long finger inside of me. I gasped eagerly. This man was going to be the death of me. “Dios mio mami, you’re soaking wet,” he breathily stated, “you’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?” He knew exactly how to use his words and make me into a complete fucking mess. He added another finger, starting to stretch me out. Lord knows I needed it if I were going to take all of Damian. Never had I ever needed this much preparation before being with anyone, but he was a welcome exception. You’d think years and years of dirty, rough and mind blowing sex would’ve made it much easier to take his impressive size, but it sure as hell hadn’t. “I’ve been thinking about this ever since I walked down that aisle. You look fucking unreal in that suit.” I admitted. He released my leg, leaving an impressive indentation on his chest, from where my stiletto had slightly impaled him. He quickened the pace of his fingers, ironically impaling me instead. “Keep talking baby and I’ll add a third.”

hehe, part 2 incoming

[posttexasstressdisorder]

Donald Trump’s Racist NYC Rally Was Vile. It Was Also Political Suicide

FINAL ACT

The Madison Square Garden rally, operatic in its repulsive bigotry, will almost certainly alienate more voters who might have voted for Trump.

David Rothkopf

Updated Oct. 27 2024 10:57PM EDT / Published Oct. 27 2024 10:49PM EDT 

Opinion

To all those Republicans who shed crocodile tears because their feelings were so hurt that people were calling Donald Trump a fascist: stop.

To all the MAGA defenders who said it was over-the-top to compare Trump’s Madison Square Garden rally to that held by the German-American Bund in an earlier incarnation of Madison Square Garden: shush.

To all those who were falling once again for the bought and paid for narrative that Trump somehow had the momentum going into the final week of campaign 2024: nope.

Even Republicans Angry at Trump Rally Joke About Puerto Rico

‘MAGA ON STEROIDS’

Amethyst Martinez, Matt Young

On Sunday at MSG, Donald Trump engineered what will be seen by political analysts and later by historians as the coup de grâce that killed forever his prospects of being president and may well have set him on a post-election course on which he finally may be held accountable for his actions.

The interminable rally concluded by an interminable, disjointed, incoherent and yet clearly vile speech by the former president, might have been touted by Trump’s son Don Jr., one of the former president’s warm-up acts, as the “king of New York returning to reclaim his crown.” But Trump was never the king of New York. (Sorry, Lara, your father-in-law did not “build” New York. Immigrants did. But we’ll get to that in a minute.)

Trump has always been loathed in New York City, especially in his former home borough of Manhattan where the vote against him was and will be dependably over 80 percent. But if he was hated before, rest assured, he will be more despised after tonight.

That was clear early on when Tony Hinchcliffe, a man invited by Trump to give one of the introductory speeches—who in true MAGA fashion alleged without providing a shred of evidence that he was a comedian—offered a KKK buffet of nauseating slurs. He called Puerto Rico “an island of floating garbage.”

“There’s a lot going on. I don’t know if you know this but there’s literally a floating island of garbage in the middle of the ocean right now. I think it’s called Puerto Rico” pic.twitter.com/IXbXqDijyU— Acyn (@Acyn) October 27, 2024

The “joke” was as stupid as it was repulsive because there are almost 600,000 Puerto Ricans in New York City and many more spread across regions of vtial importance in the upcoming election. It also happened to come on a day when Vice President Kamala Harris announced her detailed and thoughtful plan for Puerto Rico, an island Trump wanted to trade to Denmark in exchange for Greenland.

But this loser did not stop there. He offered unfunny commentary about his view that Latinos “love making babies” and a reference to how his Black friends liked carving watermelons.

You might think that a few super-racist comments from one speaker might not warrant comments that compared the Trump rally to the Nazi meeting 85 years ago. But his comments were hardly the worst. And the racism and the hate and incitement to violence and the promise of an increasingly authoritarian state continued from the very beginning of the event to the very end.

One speaker said that Harris was managed by “pimp handlers” and said of Democrats that “we need to slaughter these other people.” Disgraced and destitute former New York Mayor Rudy Giuliani said, as did several others, that Democrats were behind attempts to kill Donald Trump. Another speaker called Harris “the devil” and “the antichrist.”

Former Trump aide Stephen Miller as is his habit went directly for the Nazi playbook saying, “America is for Americans and Americans only.” Tucker Carlson came out to offer more racist slurs about Harris. Hulk Hogan ripped his shirt off while declaring he saw no Nazis in the audience (thus proving that steroids abuse can not only shrivel up your junk but that it’s not really good for your eyesight either).

Elon Musk was there acting strangely and promising to slash the size of the government (except presumably the parts that are subsidizing his businesses).

Trump attacked the media, and egged the crowd on to boo journalists in the crowd. He said migrants had taken over Times Square (which Is 9 blocks uptown from where the rally was held). He called the US an occupied country which, while bad, may be better than his reference to it as a garbage can the other day. He called Harris a “low IQ individual.” He offered so many lies that cable networks tuned him out because it was impossible to keep up with fact-checking him. He returned to old themes like the bizarre notion that Harris would reinstate the draft and start World War III.

Most importantly from the perspective of confirming his fascism he reiterated at length his assertion that his opponents were “enemies of the people.” (You know the ones against whom he promised to unleash the US military.) He called them “the most sinister and corrupt forces on earth.”

In other words the entire event despite its marathon length and hodgepodge of z-list speakers, delivered over and over again a very focused message. The Trump campaign is about retribution and revenge. It is about the white supremacist desire to purge America of all their neighbors of different colors and beliefs. It is about Trump’s desire to seek out his enemies and punish them. And over the course of its Wagnerian length (and resonances) it single out group after group that would be deported or punished.

But worse still, unlike the Bund rally, Trump’s was not a fringe affair. It was led by a former president of the United States on behalf of very nearly half of the American people.

Its threats of authoritarianism were supported by efforts during the first Trump presidency to sidestep the rule of law and by crimes including a coup attempt we all saw with our own eyes. Its future plans for concentration camps in the US and for mass deportations and the use of the military against the American people have been carefully developed, and there is a plan to put them in place.

That is why Trump’s Sunday rally at Madison Square Garden was, as it turned out, far more ominous than its predecessor. It should chill Americans to the bone. But, I expect it will do more than that. I believe it will mobilize more voters to take action on Nov. 5 to stop the 21st-century fascism of Trump and MAGA.

Trump may be thinking the rally will help him mobilize thugs to violence when he contests his loss and we should be wary of that. But he has provided on the eve of the election the best case why he must be defeated that has ever been presented. In the end, because what unfolded was so foul and so offensive and threatening to so many of us, I believe that is why we will someday conclude that for all intents and purposes Trump’s final political act occurred on the biggest stage in America’s biggest city, a couple of blocks from Broadway.

David Rothkopf

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[bae4faist]

SILENT WHISPERS

Riff Lorton x female! oc

This is the first chapter to a fic about my own character ‘Pandora’ and Riff. Pandora is the lieutenants daughter and Riff has suddenly got a feeling of love for her, but with the rumble coming up Schrank won’t let em be together. Pandora and Riff risk it anyway, despite what anyone says- then the rumble happens…

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She holds her fathers shoulders as he weeps.

"daddy don't cry.." She speaks softly, something that was common for her. Pandora Jones was known around town as the most innocent 18 year old in Manhattan.

    "Sorry sweetheart." Her father sobs as he stares at the photo of her mother, once so lively now so lifeless.

    "Am i keepin her name or am i now Pandora Schrank?" She asks, walking to the sink to pour a glass of water for her broken dad. Lieutenant Schrank shakes his head and takes the glass.

    "No, you're still Jones, we gotta keep a part of her on you, darlin.."

    "Okay, i'm gonna go and get some books, do you want anythin?" Pandora smiles kindly, trying to lighten the mood of the apartment somehow. Her father plainly shakes his head and goes to his room.

                                         ...

    Pandora carries the new books in her hand and walks peacefully down the street, it's not like a normal day in the West side...

    It's quiet uptown.

    She knows it's because her mothers death, although she is sad, Pandora never fully met her mother. Her mom was always on the streets dancing or in bed sleeping. It was always Pandora and her dad, her dad and Pandora. But she knew the whole town was a fan of her mother so it effected them more.

    The streets once filled with Puerto Ricans and Americans (some not liking eachother) all talking and dancing and singing and buying and m.. arguing. Now that was all gone, apart from the arguing part.. she missed it all.

    She was just thinking how she knew her father would trade his life for her mothers, it was sweet but its fiction, she needed her dad so she wouldn't let it happen. 

    Just as Pandora gets lost in all of her thoughts, she turned the corner, the sweet girl bumped into a boy whose voice was raised in an animated argument. Thankfully, her books stay in her hand but she stumbles a bit. The boy though.. His hands were a striking contrast to his pale skin, covered in dry black paint that flaked off like remnants of a chaotic not-so artistic endeavor. Each finger was a canvas of its own, the paint pooling in the creases, telling stories of frustration and fervor.. and other things.

    His arms, thin yet surprisingly strong, flexed with intensity, veins barely visible against his fair complexion. The rolled-up sleeves of his shirt revealed a glimpse of his wiry frame, and the tension in his posture spoke of a boy who was always ready to engage in rumble, whether verbal or otherwise. But as he gestured wildly, the paint smudged against his skin, leaving an impression of a boy caught between anger and creativity.

    Yet, in that moment of chaos, something shifted. As he caught sight of her, his mouthy bravado softened, the fire in his eyes dimming just a bit. The corners of his lips twitched, and the storm of words that had been brewing in his throat seemed to fade into the background. The girl, with her gentle presence, became a calming force, and for a fleeting instant, the boy's fierce demeanor melted away, revealing a vulnerability that lay beneath the layers of paint and bravado.

    Just as he goes to speak, Pandora gets a glimpse of his face and realises it Riff. THE Riff Lorton, the reason her dad comes home with a headache.

Pandora stood under the soft glow of the sunrise, her gentle features illuminated in a warm halo that contrasted sharply with the gritty surroundings of the alley. Her long, flowing hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall of silk, framing her delicate face where her large, expressive eyes sparkled with kindness and curiosity. She wore a simple, pastel-colored dress that fluttered slightly in the morning breeze, embodying an ethereal quality that seemed to draw the world's harshness away from her. Across from her, Riff loomed with an air of defiance, his tough-guy act almost palpable. His short, scruffy hair stood in disarray, hinting at his homeless state, while his sharp jawline was accentuated by a faint stubble, giving him a rugged charm. Clad in a worn white vest that had seen better days, he exuded an aura of intimidation, yet there was an undeniable spark in his deep-set eyes that betrayed a flicker of vulnerability. As their gazes locked, the world around them faded; Pandora's soft, inviting smile seemed to penetrate the tough exterior he wore like armor, and for a fleeting moment, Riff's bravado wavered, revealing a boy longing for connection beneath the hardened facade. The tension in the air was thick, charged with unspoken words and emotions, as if the very universe held its breath, waiting to see whether the gentle warmth of her spirit could melt the icy barriers he had built around himself.

"Sorry, are you okay?" She asks, her tone gentle but scared. Pandoras father told her about the jets, a gang who hated Puerto Ricans because they are 'stealing their turf.' Pandora thought it was silly, they came for a better life, it's not their fault the jets have nowhere to stay- woah that was rude, she needed to stop thinking so rudely.

"I should ask you, dolly." Riff smirks, his tough guy act clearly not fading.

"Dolly? My name's Pandora not Dolly.." She quirks an eyebrow and he just chuckles, its more a mocking chuckle.

"It's a nickname, you ain't never heard a nickname?"

"No i have, but Dolly's a name so i thoug- Nevermind." Pandora realises she's talking to much and quickly shuts herself up. Now this makes riff confused, he goes to say something but is cut off by the jets arguing with the sharks.

Maybe it's not so quiet uptown anymore.

"The jets, huh?"

"What?"

Pandora stutters, any interaction made her awkward. She was just type of girl, no one knows how to explain apart from the same words over and over:

'sweet'

'innocent'

'gentle'

'kind'

'socially awkward'

'pure'

'feminine'

'quiet'

"T-The jets, your gang right? My daddy doesn't like ya'll."

"Sheesht, i thought Schrank was my best friend."

She actually giggles at that, it makes Riffs ego go through the roof, having such an innocent girl smile at his jokes. He normally goes for rough girls, or just one night stand but he could settle for Pandora.

"Gotta go, the jets are wantin to fight the sharks."

Pandora nods and quickly rushes back home, a blush creeping up on her pale, delicate cheeks.

…

Pandora lies nestled in her white floral bed covers, the soft fabric enveloping her like a comforting cocoon on her small single bed. The night sky made her room pitch black, but her mind was far from the tranquil space around her. Instead, she found herself lost in thoughts of Riff, the gang leader whose tough exterior and commanding presence both intrigued and intimidated her. Just recalling their last interaction sent a warm blush creeping across her cheeks; the way he had looked at her with a mix of curiosity and something deeper made her heart race. She could still feel the weight of his gaze, the way it seemed to pierce through the bravado he wore so fiercely, revealing a glimpse of the boy beneath. As she curled deeper into her covers, a shy smile spread across her face, her thoughts dancing between admiration and the flutter of excitement that came with imagining what it would be like to truly connect with someone like him. The contrast of their worlds felt overwhelming, yet the memory of their brief encounter lingered, filling her with a sense of hope and longing that made her heart beat just a little faster.

[thetravelingtyper]

On The Same Page Pt 8 (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader Bookshop! AU)

With Simon, Sam, Sofia, and Kyle, you divulge your past relationship with James...

Part 7, Part 9, Masterlist

Warnings! Allusions to Cheating

AN! This chapter isn't as complex as I wanted it to be due to a massive writer's block, but all the points are there!

I stood alone, upon the platform in vain

The Puerto Ricans, they were playing me salsa in the rain

With open doors and manual locks

In fast-food parking lots

It was about your 2nd or 3rd month in when you were starting to finalize your old draft. The tale was a hit in the children's department, test prints at the local library were eaten up and parents were chomping at the bits for more. You had been out in the courtyard, sitting in the shade with your papers, some books and your Corsair set aside, when you heard a smooth voice talking into a phone. 

“I know it is due - come on you know me, Sir, I'll find something.” 

There is the sound of steady footsteps as you look up. They get louder on the cobbled path as a man approaches. You cock your head as he mutters something before pausing in his walk to run a hand through blond hair. There is something handsome about him you think at the moment, he is tall, taller than Sam, and broad. But he carries himself tightly, coiled like a spring and you frown. You shrug, spinning the pen in your hand before reaching out to the colored manuscript before you. It's the turning of the page that has the man finally clock you. He was taken aback for a moment, head tilting down to regard you in the shimmering shade of the tree. You are engrossed in scattered illustrations, rough concept art trailing over glossy pages. Blue eyes then catch the typewriter as your hands seek it without a glace, like a steady friend grasping for comfort. 

He watches your eyes lighten then when you focus on it, fingers pressing into ivory keys with a steading thrumming click. He runs his hand to his chin in thought before his phone rings again calling your attention to your watcher. Your wide eyes focus on him then and he feels a pulse of his heart. You were beautiful and he curses mentally before answering his phone. His voice is steady but you can hear the frustration, he mutters an affirmative before hanging up again. His eyes then meet yours and you give him a small, if hesitant, smile. He returns it with a charming grin and he approaches the shade of the tree.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, I hadn’t realized you were there.” He reaches the edge of the path before taking a booted step into the grass. He wears a formal white dress shirt sharply tucked into a pair of dark jeans and you take him in further. The fabric at his shoulders is taunt on his form but not unfitting, and the unevenness of his collar suggests a suit or other type of jacket. Given the cool weather of fall, you were not surprised. The topmost buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned leaving sun-tanned skin and a strong collarbone. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up a quarter showing clear forearms and a slim silver watch. He watches your observation, stepping to the edge of the blanket you had sprawled out.

He motions to a clear space across from you, and debating you nod. He easily clears your Corsair before stepping into the clear space and settling down into a comfortable position. He smiles at your silent acceptance and you give a light ‘good afternoon’ fidgeting lightly with the pen in your grasp, unsure of how to progress. He senses this and offers you a hand over the manuscript. 

“James, James Marin.” His accent deepens a little bit at the ‘r’ of his last name and you take his hand and give a firm shake replying with your name. He rewards it with a winning smile. 

“You must be the new children’s author. I am sorry I am so late in coming to meet you. I have heard a lot about your recent success in the stores, congratulations.”

You speak up after collecting yourself offering him a shy smile under the praise.  His eyes remain on yours before flickering to a rough sketch of a dragon. The wyrm swirls in a vortex of color its scales shining in the gloss of the page. You notice and explain the concept of your first book. James listens dutifully as you break down a world of dragons and knights. You become more and more animated when you start showing him your rough sketches in the manuscript. There are dragons, female knights, and a saintly queen. Next to them, there are notes marked in ballpoint and some metallic sharpie, the gold font glimmering in the sun.

As you finish your tale you find James with a fond smile on his face that makes you a little flustered. You offer him the book and he takes it tenderly, fingers brushing yours with a spark. 

“I like this,” he says it confidently and the praise has your heart lifting, “I like this a lot. Have you brought this outside the children’s department?”

You shake your head. You were only a few weeks into the business. You didn't want to overstep boundaries or step on any toes.

James chuckles, 

“I understand you’re new but I think you have something good here and I want to present it to the higher-ups. Who do you work under?”

You answer with Sofia’s name and he nods in confirmation.

“You know what, we should do dinner sometime. Bring your manuscript and supplies and we can come up with a plan of attack together! If that sounds alright with you?”

He smiles at you and you nod, a little caught off guard, but the chance to wedge yourself in a little higher is one you would definitely take. 

“Sure, that sounds nice.”

He gives you a winning smile at that.

“Its a deal doll.”

-

Sofia sighs after you recount this meeting. She leans forward, setting an elbow on her knee and her head in her palm. 

“That man.” She says it in exasperation a hint of sad fondness. You frown with a heavy sigh and continue.

-

I headed West, I was a man on the move

New York had lied to me, I needed the truth

Oh, I need somebody, I needed someone I could trust

I don't gamble, but if I did I would bet on us

The meeting was a success, you and James worked over a consecutive month to present your book to the board. There was a moment of silence before a smile lit up the face of the lead of the children's department. 

After the meeting, she pulled you aside with a grin.

“That was the most fun I’ve had in a while with a story. Sofia was right in taking you under her wing.” She then turns to James, “James. I want you to keep working with her and Sofia.” 

She sets a hand on your shoulder,

“I am proud. Good work kid.”

You and James left the department suite, and you collapsed against the wall with a heavy breath. James's hand comes to your shoulder for support.

“You ok?”

“That was insane!”

He laughs a rich deep laugh one that seeps into your bones and you look up to him. He gives you a secret smile, eyes flickering over your face before returning to yours. 

“You know, I think a celebratory dinner is in order, my treat.” He offers and you look up to him in surprise, a hand comes to the back of his neck then before he adds,

“If you wouldn’t mind me taking you out.”

A blush hits your face and your heart skips a beat. You were not going to deny the mutual attraction between the two of you. His hand sprawls out over your shoulder. You nod an affirmative,

“I’d like that.”

- 

Like the Dead Sea

You told me I was like the Dead Sea

You'll never sink when you are with me

Oh Lord, like the Dead Sea 

That dinner passes into another and another and soon enough you find yourself developing feelings for the man.

A few dates in you both make it quietly official and during a bookstore tour of your first published book, James meets Sam. Both men get a long swimmingly sharing both affection for you and a solid understanding of business logistics. You practically have to pull James back from a debate with Sam and you both step out into the street. Your arm tucked in his you stroll the water-streaked street. The Sunday is quiet, the sound of a passing car breaking up the sound of lingering pedestrians every once in a while. However, as you turn the block you stumble upon masses of color. 

Set up in an empty lot is a vibrant and busy farmers market. You smile up at James and he chuckles, allowing you to pull him into the stalls. There are fresh ingredients, tomatoes, and strawberries, and your eye catches a gleaming orange gradient. You leave the food and pull James to the neighboring stall, flowers and assorted blooms everywhere the eye can see. Your eyes pass peonies, lavender, and roses to find a single bouquet of sunflowers. Your heart lifts and pulling your hand free you tenderly lift the bouquet to your chest.

It is a collection of annuals, A warm orange fading into a brown at the center. You take in the smell of sunflower fields and open skies and they remind you of home. You turn back to James in excitement but find him looking at you intently. There is a small smile on his face and when he meets your eyes his crinkle. He pulls out his wallet and hands a bill over to the florist. The older woman watches the two of you intently when you look at him with wide eyes in surprise. James returns his wallet to his pocket and opens his arms, tucking you in them, and with a quiet goodbye to the woman you both continue on your way. 

The months pass into a steady relationship, spring turning into summer. 

-

Whoa, I'm like the Dead Sea

Finest words you ever said to me

Honey, can't you see?

I was born to be, be your Dead Sea

Sam is out of town for a week and James is over for dinner. You tend to the pan in front of you when you hear James pad into the kitchen. You turn taking in the appearance of your boyfriend shirtless and in a pair of sweats. You raise a brow.

“You used my shampoo?”

James looks like he's been caught red-handed before an easy grin surfaces,

“Smells like you sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes and he laughs before stepping behind you and pulling you flush against him. You relax against the muscle of his torso, his head leaning on yours. You both sway in the quiet moment. He pulls back and spins you easily in his arms before looking at you intently.

Minding the pan you smile up at him and his heart quivers. He swallows, for once caught off guard. You cock your head confused hand reaching for his face. James’s face is rough from not shaving for a few days, but he leans into your hand anyway. He presses a delicate kiss to your palm before reaching to turn off the stove.

He chuckles then, swallowing his feelings with the laugh.

“The chicken is done.”

Your eyes widen and you try to spin to address dinner but James cages you in his arms playfully. You wiggle in protest and he eventually lets you go to tend to the food. He backs up and just watches as you return to working on the food, emotion simmering in his heart. Later that night you were getting ready for bed after a shower. Leaving the hall bathroom you enter your room to find James sitting on your bed deep in thought, to the point he doesn't realize you entered. You call his name softly and his head darts up to you.

“Are you alright?”

He exhales shakily but smiles, a soft smile that speaks to your heart.

“I am sweetheart. I love you.”

- 

You exhale pausing at the moment with a clenched chest. Sofia takes your other hand and squeezes it. Your eyes meet Sam who is tense, leaning back with an unreadable expression on his face. You find Kyle listening intently, a concerned frown on his face. Simon has shifted closer to you, and the ottoman quietly scooted to bump up next to your chair. With his height he is able to rest the elbow of the hand connected to yours on the armrest, gradually having inched himself into your space. 

You lift your hands and Simon meets your eyes, then glancing to his position he seems a little surprised to be so close. He moves to scoot back but you tug his arm lightly and set your head on his shoulder. His eyes widen a fraction before softening, relaxing into the side of the chair for support.

-

You told me you were good at running away

Domestic life, it never suited you like a suitcase

You left with just the clothes on your back

Took the rest when you took a nap

Summer brings sunflowers in fall. The success of your first book sweeps you into a little tour. Both Sofia and  James join you while Sam remained home to work on a large project for his company. You three spend days exploring the American East Coast, visiting both local and chain bookstores and community libraries. You tended especially to the children readers. While Sofia was handling business James would watch from the sidelines as you were engaged with the kids. While the plot of your book was simple the poems in it allowed for intrigue from older kids. And on this particularly warm day in Boston this is where James found you. 

You sat in a pair of jeans and a blouse with a dragon stuffie in your lap. The children watch in fascination as you read, showing fully illustrated pictures and making voices. Eventually, at the end of your tale one of the younger children, dressed in a lion onesie, points to the good queens and asks,

“Are you a queen?” 

You are about to keel over from the cuteness and are about to answer when James steps in and takes a seat next to you.

“Yea, she’s my queen.” He raises a brow in humor when all of the kids give a collective gasp and he presses a kiss to the side of your head. 

-

Yes, there are times we live for somebody else

Your father died and you decided to live

It for yourself, you felt, you just felt it was time

And I'm glad, 'cause you with cats, that's just not right

Months later you were both cooking dinner, the entire night James was off, nervous. As you both work around the kitchen the man keeps checking his phone. Worry gnaws at your stomach and you ask if he is alright. James smiles at you and nods before going to take a call.

You were in the drafting stage of your second and honestly most favorite book. James had been with you every step of the way. He was like a liaison between you and the head of the department and often would play devil's advocate for your literary decisions. 

A song pulls you from your memories as you add the final ingredients to the simmer.

You moved to turn the record player up as James reentered the kitchen. He pauses on the phone, taking in the sight of you in a sundress and cooking. His voice pauses in his throat as the faded light of spring catches the blushing reds and yellows of the florals. 

Blue eyes darken as he hangs up the phone with a hushed later. He then approaches you with love welling up in his chest before pulling you into a dance.

-

Like the Dead Sea

You told me I was like the Dead Sea

You'll never sink when you are with me

Oh Lord, I'm your Dead Sea

A year and a half into your time at the company you found yourself in the courtyard surrounded by coworkers and fans. Your second book has been a success! Covered tables were scattered around the yard. There was a calm chatter in the air with a string of excitement that pulsed as you walked around mingling. You were dazzling James thought. The man paced back and forth through the crowd eyes turning to you naturally as he fumbled with the box in his pocket.

Later in the evening, you are standing with Sam when James approaches. Something in his eyes flashes and Sam nods. He presses a kiss to the side of your head and mentions going to Sofia. You nod, and as he leaves James runs a hand to yours.

“I want to show you something.”

Your head tilts at the tone of his voice, a sure seriousness you aren’t used to in the man. You nod to him nonetheless. He leads you into the dark beyond the light of the tables and small venue. You trace a cobbled path to the location of the oak tree. He pauses a moment before grinning at you and reaching for a spot on the tree and then there's brilliance.

He hits a button and flashes of lights like drizzled starlight trace its way up the tree. You gasp, the limbs of the tree alight with figures from your book, illustrations like stained glass dancing with the alternating flickering light. Your eyes follow the gleam of ruby, the shaded underside of wings to emerald scales on a whirling dragon. 

You look at the tree in awe before feeling James dip down, you turn to him and your breathing spikes, he is down on one knee! There is the reflection of stories in his eyes as he starts with a breathy version of your name. His voice is a little shaky as he continues, watching your eyes widen and tears fill your eyes.

“-you have been my everything. Meeting you that day felt like fate intervened. You've taught me that the most powerful stories are the ones told from the heart, and you epitomize that truth. Through working with the kids, the tours, and countless long hours, I've witnessed not only your boundless love and creativity but also realized how much I need your stories in my life. Will you marry me?"

You can barely choke out a yes when there is cheering and you find the guests and your coworkers have found you. You see Sam and Sofia filming and smiling and James slides the ring on your finger before spinning you into an embrace.

-

Simon's hand clenches yours as you have to take a pause after recounting the moment, tears welling a little bit. You turn your forehead against his shoulder and his other head comes up to caress your cheek. You breathe in a shaky breath and lean into the warmth of his hand, heart raising as the taller man turns to look down at you. The others are drowned out by the hazel of his eye. A moment later you blink and with a nod to Sam, you continue.

-

Whoa, I'm like the Dead Sea (dead sea)

The nicest words you ever said to me (said to me)

Honey, can't you see?

I was born to be, be your Dead Sea

A few easy months passed in happiness on your part, but as you progressed on your third book, James got called onto other projects, namely YA and NA book tours. This meant working closely with your biggest headache in the company, Sabrina. While you had tried your best to interact with her, her consistent brushing off of children's authors and favoritism towards her own interests irked you. You and Sarah were the only two who didn't bother engaging with her unless necessary. Moreover, Sabrina’s consistent interest in James didn't go unnoticed.

James was partnered with her for her tour, and while he maintained a respectful distance, Sabrina would often stubbornly take his arm or pass a hand over his arm when moving past him. Despite this, you respected and trusted your partner and thought nothing of it.

However, after the tour, the late nights began. You knew they worked well together through the talk of her publicist, who gossiped like a little girl.

“They really nailed that final report! Goodness me, they work wonderfully together!” she would say.

The late nights concerned you, but James always reassured you with a firm peck on the forehead, insisting there was nothing to worry about. He still made it home in time for dinner. However, things tipped eventually as the gala was announced.

You were swept into the preparation for a children's author section when you noticed odd things. As James prepared for work, he would often leave the kitchen to take a call, returning 10 to 15 minutes later with a smug smile on his face. When you asked what happened, he would always reply with “successful business.”

As the months trudged on, James became more absent, missing dinner first with super apologetic messages, then skipping work lunches to take up work in his office. Sabrina made more motions to interact with you too. You thought it was for the sake of the committee, but something in the pit of your stomach simmered in warning at the flash of her teeth in a smile.

A month before the event, there was a weekend trip for the NA authors and James was invited. As he packed his bag, you stood with your arms folded in the door frame.

“Be sure to text me when you guys get to the retreat.”

He nodded absentmindedly, his blue eyes turning to you and noticing your tense posture. Something in him softened as he came to you and pulled you into his arms.

“It’ll be all over soon.”

You couldn’t even begin to ponder the meaning of the statement before he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

He didn’t message until days later, quoting poor signal.

-

Sam frowned as you paced the apartment. You had voiced your concerns to him, choosing to leave Sofia out of it.

“He's been picking more projects up with Sabrina,” Sam said almost accusatorily, his arms coming around you.

You were about to answer when there was a knock at the door. Sam opened it to find a dark-eyed James. He brushed past Sam to find you.

“You weren’t home,” he said darkly.

“I hadn’t heard you would be home,” you replied, standing up. James tugged you forward into a possessive kiss.

From then on, James was at your side more, for some reason possessively snapping and tense towards Sam. Despite his longer work hours with Sabrina, he would often crowd you at your apartment, especially when Sam was around.

Moments in the kitchen, like a palm to your neck, pushed you away, but then James would apologize, claiming stress as the gala approached.

It all hit a boiling point that night.

-

I've been down, I've been defeated

You're the message I was heeding

Would you stay

Would you stay the night? Ooh

That night, a fine Friday outside the statehouse, was scattered with strung lights and pulsing stars. You and Sam arrived together to attend the Children’s Department party. You received many congratulations, and as Sofia joined you, you enjoyed your time, waiting for James's arrival from the board meeting. As you stepped outside alone, you checked your phone but found no messages from James.

Last night, he had come home exceptionally late, skipping dinner and passing out from exhaustion. He left early in the morning with a quick peck on your sleeping forehead before slipping into the pre-dawn light.

As you turned from the secluded section towards the entrance, you caught a familiar voice. It was Sabrina, talking to someone hidden by the shadows.

“You can’t back out now, think of the headlines! I’m not letting you ruin this because of cold feet.”

She surged forward to kiss the man, dragging him into the light—it was James. Your little gasp was muffled by the sudden flashing of lights as the outer doors opened to the news, the flashes of cameras catching the affair. Something in James seemed to click as he pulled away, eyes wide. Then he saw you. Panic and something you couldn’t name passed through them. Sabrina turned to you with a pleased smile curving on her face.

She motioned to you as tears streamed down your face and other authors approached, drawn by the commotion. An arm tugged you into a chest as you felt Sam’s protective embrace, his anger palpable. There was a shift in James’s eyes then, and he pulled Sabrina to him, muttering the words that broke your heart,

“I never loved you anyway.”

Dead Sea

Told me I was like the Dead Sea

Never sink when you are with me

Oh Lord, I'm your Dead Sea

The next minutes passed in a blur of camera flashes and reporters' shouts as Sam pulled you through the crowd, Sofia and Sarah following close behind. The other guests caught on and—laughed? The tails of your dress cleared the ground as you slid into the passenger seat of Sam’s car. As he drove, your tears flowed freely. You could already imagine the headlines. You didn't want to think about them and turned to see Sam's knuckles white on the wheel.

“That bastard!” he muttered.

Sofia’s hand reached from the back seat to your shoulder. Her eyes were clouded with shock and shame, both for James and out of concern for you. As you arrived back at your apartment, the reality of the situation sank in.

The next day, the headlines featured your tear-streaked face. There was outrage from your fans, but Sabrina's influence and her larger following had others cheering for her and the handsome man. After silencing and privateing your socials, James tried to call. You just turned your phone off and continued packing. Sam had a crazy idea—jumping an ocean and starting fresh with his family’s publishing company.

At the airport, Sofia pulled you into a tight hug.

“I’ll take care of everything,” she promised.

And that, dear reader, is how you found yourself settling into and naming the Fox’s Den.

-

The group goes quiet as you finish with a shaky sigh. Simon is tight against you, and Sam is tense with a seasoned rage. Kyle had a frown on his face and Sofia set her hand on your knee.

“Its all over dear, I’ll make sure of it. Ill talk and see what I can-”

“No” Your firmer then you though your voice would be. 

“I can’t run from this Sofia. It would only make things worst.”

The older woman nods solemnly.

“He is a right sod” Kyle makes you laugh with the sudden exclamation. The tense mood is broken then as you feel Simon's arm flex under yours. As the others start a conversation you turn to him to find him looking down at you with narrowed eyes. 

“I'm here dove, he’ll keep off if he knows what's good for him.”

You breath out at the statement, its said simply and with promise.

You look to the others, finding their drinks empty and you stand suddenly and pull Simon with you.

“Tea?” The others nod and you go to let go of Simon’s hand but his hold yours firmly. You move over to the bar with the coffee machine and Simon follows one step behind. As you approach Simon spins you to lean against the counter before stepping into your space.

“I mean it Dove, I’m staying,” He looks away for a moment, “if you’ll have me.”

There is a flutter in your heart at his shyness and as the others chat you are shielded by Simon amongst the bookshelves. You look at his lips and he smirks, lips quirking up before he dips and kisses you. Between breaths, he chuckles,

“I'll take this as a yes.”

Whoa, I'm like the Dead Sea (dead sea)

The nicest words you ever said to me (said to me)

Honey, can't you see?

I was born to be your Dead Sea

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Heyyy~ saw your requests were open and was lookin for some Damian Priest content! Definetly Judgement Day vibes, maybe he’s looking to recruit Y/N? I wanna read this and BLUSH, FLUSTER ME I DARE YA!

I DOUBLE DARE YA! 😂 ok thanks!!!

Thanks for helping me hammer out the title on this @auburnwrites!! Hope you enjoy what I came up with! 😀

Title: Love & Conquests Pairing: Damian Priest X Reader Summary: You work as a trainer for WWE. You notice competition between Damian Priest of the Judgement Day, and wannabe member, JD McDonagh, but you don't realize why. Till they both start hitting on you. Then you feel like a conquest and decide to shun them both. But will you grow feelings for Damian as he spends more time around you? And will JD take the hint that he never stood a chance? Or will his actions go too far, causing the Archer Of Infamy to unleash his pent up rage on him? Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Content/Trigger Warnings: Some violence toward men and women.

Note: I saw someone on Tumblr call JD a Funko Pop and I thought it was funny so I used it in this story. Sorry, not trying to be a thief or anything!

Love & Conquests

"Have you seen the new trainer," Dominik Mysterio asked Finn Balor, Damian Priest and JD McDonagh in the locker room Saturday night. "She is a looker, hermanos."

The group was all getting ready for the Fastlane pay-per-view that was to start any minute.

"Really," JD asked. "I'll have t' go check 'er out later."

"Dream on, Pipsqueak." Damian said, his base voice going even lower in pitch. "Keep your mind on business."

"Yeah, okay," JD said reluctantly, buttoning up his black dress shirt. "I'll take care o' business first."

"Why'd you have to go and get his mind off work, bro," Damian said to Dominik. "It's hard enough getting him to pull off a win around here. Why does Finn even want him in our faction?"

"Damian."

Damian looked up to find Adam Pearce standing in the doorway to the Judgement Day's locker room.

"Yeah?"

"I need you to go to the trainer and see how that knee is doing."

"It's fine," Damian replied, giving said knee a pat.

"I still want it checked out. I know you wouldn't tell me if it was still hurt."

Damian rolled his eyes and stood from the couch he'd been sitting on. "It's fine. I'm barely limping."

"But limping nonetheless," Adam shot back. "Go get it checked out or you're not cashing in tonight."

"Wait, what?"

Rhea stood up from the seat she had on the floor. "What do you mean? I thought you were waiting!"

"Chill, Rhea," Damian said, glaring at Adam. "It's not a for sure thing. I was just thinking about it. And if I do cash in, I want to do it on my own." He held up his hands when Finn and Rhea and Dom all three gave him a look. "Look, I just want to win it on my own merit. If y'all go out there and help me, I'm gonna be called a transitional champion. No. I have to do this on my own."

With that, he left the room, a slight limp in his gait.

He headed straight for the trainer's office ready to get this over with. Just as he stepped through the door he was greeted by a beautiful doctor.

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

You watched as a very tall, handsome Puerto Rican man entered your office. You felt your face flush, and hoped he didn't notice.

"Hi, Are you Damian Priest," you asked shyly, checking your appointments list.

Seemingly quiet, Damian only nodded as he stared at you.

The fact that he stared at you only made your face heat up even more.

Dang it.

"I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you, Y/N," he replied.

His voice was so deep and sexy!

He reached his hand out to you to shake and you gently took his hand, and shook. You couldn't help but notice how his hand swallowed yours whole.

"So, Adam Pearce said you'd be stopping by. Let's take a look at that knee." You said, motioning for him to sit down on the exam table.

You watched as Damian took his seat on the table. "Now, don't be nervous. We're just going to do a couple of exercises to make sure your knee is stable."

"That's fine. In fact, my knee is fine. I know it."

"I hope so," you said softly, taking a rubber mallet to test his reflexes with. Then you had him hold his leg out straight for thirty seconds to see the strength in his knee and leg. Then you had him stand to his feet and perform a few squats.

Then, you were feeling his knee to see if anything seemed out of place.

"Any pain at all when I do this?"

He shook his head and smiled at you. "The only time it hurts at all is when I walk on it. But the pain is negligible."

You nodded with a hum. "I see. Well, I can't find anything really wrong. I'd still advise you to not cash in your briefcase tonight, but if you do, just use caution."

"Thanks, Doc," Damian smiled at you and reached for your hand once more. You gave it to him and were surprised when he raised the back of your hand to his lips and kissed it.

"Oh," you couldn't stop the half-moaned word if you tried. Then you were flaming red again, you could feel it.

Flustered, you tugged your hand back gently and spoke "If… If you do cash in tonight. Stop by here afterward so I can recheck your knee."

Damian smiled again. "Sure thing, cariña. Thanks again, for checking me out," he said with a wink.

Your face would not stop burning this night.

Especially thanks to Mr. Priest.

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"You weren't kidding, bro. That new trainer is a knockout. I think I'm in love," Damian said, chuckling. He punched Dominik lightly on the shoulder and grinned as if to say, "You know how to pick 'em!"

"I told you," Dominik responded, with a laugh.

"So are you going to ask her out?"

Rhea asked the question with her arms crossed across her chest. She was protective of her family and wanted to make sure the woman in question was good enough for her "terror twin".

"Of course! Maybe tonight after the show. She wanted me to stop by anyway if I was to cash in. So I figured I might stop by regardless."

"I may have t' stop by m'self," JD grinned. "I love a challenge."

"Excuse you!" Rhea scolded. "Did you not just hear Damian say he was going to ask her out? And women are not challenges, jackass."

"Hey, all's fair in love an' war, love."

"Don't call me love," Rhea spat back.

"You'd better back off," Damian growled, stepping toward JD. "The only reason you're here on the outskirts of the group is because you are Finn's friend. That's the only thing keeping you safe right now."

"Easy, lad," JD said, raising his hands defensively. "I just want t' see what all d'a fuss is about."

Damian took another step toward JD, threateningly. "Leave. Her. Alone."

"Alright. Alright, partner."

"I'm not your partner. And you're not part of the Judgement Day!"

A loud, piercing whistle whizzed through the air then.

Everyone stopped in their tracks and looked at Finn.

"Ever'body, just calm down!" He nearly shouted the words. "I'm gettin' tired of d'a mayhem! Can we all just get on d'a same page?"

Sighing, Finn left the room before anyone could answer him.

"He's right guys," Rhea said. "Get it together!"

She stormed out next.

Which meant Dom was running after her.

Which left JD and Damian.

Not wishing to piss Finn or Rhea off any worse, he simply left the room as well, knowing full well that if he stayed, he'd probably kill JD.

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Damian was setting Cody up for JD to hit him with the Money In the Bank briefcase on top of the announce table. But JD screwed up yet once more and slammed the briefcase into Damian's sore knee. Damian instantly went down as his knee buckled and he held onto it.

In the next instant, however, Cody had lifted Damian up and performed a Cross Rhodes onto the announce table. Rhea was beside herself as Jey Uso maneuvered Finn into a double-team Cody Cutter. Jey rolled out of the ring and Cody covered Finn for the 1…2…3!

There were new Undisputed Tag Team Champions!

Rhea sat on the floor looking toward the rafters as if to say, "I can't believe this!"

Finally, after Jey and Cody celebrated in the ring, it was time to head backstage.

Finn and Dom helped Damian backstage and to the trainer.

JD trailed behind them apologizing up and down–only to Finn, not Damian.

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

You watched Damian's match on the little tv in your office and immediately after JD hit Damian with the briefcase, pulled his file from your drawer and prepared to see him in the next few minutes. You watched as Finn Balor and Dominik Mysterio helped Damian backstage with a shorter man–JD McDonagh if you remembered right–following behind looking to be very apologetic.

Minutes later, Damian headed into your office, a more noticeable limp this time, and waited for you to direct him.

"Have a seat," you told him, motioning to the exam table.

"You don't sound surprised to see me," Damian said to you, as he sat down.

"Well, I was… watchingyourmatchontheTV."

You flushed as you said the words as fast as you could.

"Checkin' me out again, huh?"

"Stop it," you smiled, as your face burned even more. "Now, let's take a look at that knee."

"Miss? Can I have y'r assistance please?" came an Irish voice from the hallway. The man that had trailed behind Finn and Damian on the ramp, stepped into the room holding his head.

"Yes, I'll help you in just a few moments," you replied. "If you'll have a seat in one of the chairs, I'm with a patient at the moment."

You heard Damian grumble under his breath as JD took a seat and waited.

"What are you even here for," he demanded. "I was the one who took a hard hit to the knee. Because of you!"

"Hey now," JD sounded defensive. "I took a hard hit t' d'a head. I need t' be checked f'r a concussion.

"Your big head could take a few hits!"

"Guys," you said, squatting down and gently rolling up Damian's pant leg so you could better see his knee. "I'm not equipped to break up a fight. So, please calm down."

"Don't worry, cariña. We're not going to get into a fight. In your office." Damian specified. "The hallway, now that's a different matter."

You frowned as you checked over Damian's knee. There was a bit of swelling, but as you examined it, you couldn't find anything wrong with it–other than the swelling.

"Ice it down tonight and put some heat on it tomorrow, and it should be fine," you said, with a sigh. "You guys need to be more careful."

"Tell that to Funko Pop over there," Damian said.

"Hey, it's not my fault I was given a big head."

There was an odd tone to JD's voice and you looked over at him, saw him smiling an almost perverted grin at you. There was unmistakably an innuendo in his choice of words.

Your face burned drastically, and you frowned again.

Damian seemed to notice and instantly tensed. "Keep the language PG in front of the lady, pendejo."

"Yes, please do," you commented uncomfortably. You went back to looking over Damian's knee and still could find nothing wrong.

"I think you're good, Damian," you said, rising to your feet. "Just ice it and then heat it like I said and rest it till the next show and it should be fine."

"Thanks, cariña. I appreciate it."

"You're welcome."

He got up and surprised you by taking a seat in one of your chairs. You gave him a puzzled look.

"I'm just staying here to make sure Funko behaves himself."

You grew even more uncomfortable. You felt as though they were competing for your attention. And that made you feel like a conquest. Right then, you decided to shun them both. You weren't going to be treated in such a way.

"Okay, have it your way," you said finally. You took out a pen light and tested JD's pupils against the light. They dilated perfectly. You performed other tests to check him for a concussion and there were absolutely no signs of a concussion at all.

"I think you're fine," you said, putting your pen light back in your pocket.

"I think you're pretty fine, too," JD flirted, his blue eyes went dark and he reached out, traced the cross necklace at your neck.

You stepped back, growing more and more uncomfortable.

"Stop it," Damian instantly said from his chair.

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. "Seriously, I think you are… okay, JD. There are no signs of a concussion."

"Okay, chill, darlin'. It's all good."

"JD. Leave. Ahora," Damian spoke up once again and stood to his feet. His eyes flashed fire.

"Alright, mate. I'm going."

Damian grabbed him by the collar of his dress shirt and escorted him out of the room himself. As he shoved JD out the door, he turned and looked at you. "Would you maybe like to get some drinks tonight? After the show?"

You looked over at him and gave a slight shake of your head. "I don't know what's going on with you two, but I'm not a conquest. And I won't be treated like one. So, no. I wouldn't like to go out for drinks."

With that, you slammed the door in Damian's face and went to work on filling out the medical reports on Damian and JD.

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"Eres tan estúpido!"

Damian swatted JD on the back of his head and gave him a shove into the wall right next to Finn.

"I swear if you two don't stop it!" Rhea exclaimed. "What is going on now?"

"He screwed things up with me and Y/N," Damian spouted off. "He started hitting on her and made her think we were making her a conquest."

"Maybe you should stay out of Damian's business, JD," Finn said, "After all, he'd made it known his intentions to ask out Y/N."

"But, I wasn't asking her out, per say," JD protested. "I was only hitting on her a wee bit."

"You nearly touched her chest when you were checking out her necklace!" Damian growled, getting in JD's face. "I'd say you weren't hitting on her a "wee bit". You were nearly assaulting her!" He stepped closer, forcing JD to step back against the wall. "And now she thinks I'm a scumbag like you!"

With a roar of rage, Damian lifted JD off his feet by his throat and proceeded to choke the life out of him.

Finn, Rhea and Dom all three freaked out and began trying to get Damian to release JD. He only did when he was good and ready. Which was a full minute later. He finally set JD back on his feet.

"Now, go apologize to her. NOW!"

Nodding silently, JD left the hallway and went in search of Y/N, so he could apologize. And hopefully live after the fact.

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You were filing the reports into the file cabinet when you heard a knock at the door. Striding to the door and opening it, you saw JD McDonagh standing on the other side.

"I just want to, uh, ap-apologize." JD started before you could close the door again. "I'm sorry for d'a way I acted."

He wouldn't even look you in the eye. Some apology.

"Thank you JD. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm quite busy."

"Would you want t' catch a late dinner lat'r? After d'a show?" He asked suddenly. Hope lighting up his bright blue eyes.

"I-I don't think so, JD. I've already eaten," you lied. Why you didn't just come out and say you weren't attracted to him, you didn't know. Probably to keep from hurting his feelings.

"Oh. Well, if Damian's a problem, we don't have to let him know, ya know?"

"It's not that. I just really don't feel up to another meal."

"Okay, I see," JD smiled softly. "We can go another night. Catch ya later!" He was off down the hall before you could object to going out with him another night.

Sighing in frustration you sat down at your desk and began working on the remaining reports for the night.

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

Weeks passed with JD continuously badgering you for a date. You always came up with a lame reason why you couldn't, but he wasn't taking no for an answer. He seemed adamant that the reason you weren't going out with him was because of Damian's temper.

Which couldn't be further from the truth.

Damian had been nothing but kind since the night that JD and Damian were at each other's throats.

He'd come by a while after JD had, and said he was sorry, himself–in detail–not just some flimsy apology. You'd noticed that he also looked you straight in the eye and took your hand–not in a sleazy way either–giving it a gentle squeeze.

He'd won you over in the past weeks, plain and simple. He'd been there in your office when a fight broke out between Jey Uso and Drew McIntyre. If Damian had not been there to put a stop to it, you didn't know what you would've done. You were slightly shaken up because you'd never been around a fight before. Especially so up close and personal. Damian had hugged you afterwards and made sure you were okay.

He'd been coming around your office more and more hanging out, and one night he asked you out again. This time for dinner after the show.

"Yeah, I'd like that," you said softly with a smile. You failed to mention that JD had asked you out earlier and you'd turned him down yet again. In fact, you'd not said anything about JD hitting on you at all. You didn't want to start a big row between the two.

So, later, the two of you went to a nice restaurant and had a sit-down meal so you could talk and get to know each other better. You were seated next to the restaurant's front window facing the street, and your menus were brought to you. Within minutes, you had both placed your orders and then were waiting on the food.

"So, how long have you been a trainer," Damian asked. "I heard you used to work for TNA."

"About twelve years. Yes, I worked at TNA from the time I graduated till about a month ago." You took a sip of water. "What about you? How long have you been doing this?"

"Almost nineteen years," Damian answered. "I debuted in Monster Factory Pro Wrestling and trained there for about ten years and then went on to ROH for a few years, and from there, I signed with WWE and started in NXT. I've been on the main roster for about two years and I am loving it."

"You're very good, I've seen your work here in WWE."

"Thank you. So, tell me about yourself. And how did you come to be a trainer for WWE?"

"There's not much to tell. I am single. I live alone in an apartment till I get ready to settle down and buy a house. I grew up an only child and got into athletics at a young age. Got a torn ACL playing baseball when I was fifteen and had to get out of sports due to the severity of the injury. But I had an amazing PT that helped me through the healing process, and I decided I wanted to get into the same line of work. I worked my butt off and did just that. And here I am."

Your food came then and you both decided to eat a few bites before continuing on with your conversation.

However, you didn't notice the car in the street drive by extremely slowly, a pair of blue eyes watching you both angrily…

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"I had a great time with you tonight, Y/N," Damian said, walking you to your hotel door.

"I had a great time too," you replied, giving him a shy smile. "It was really nice getting to know you better."

Damian nodded, "Do you want to go out with me again?"

You nodded, a flush creeping up your face, "I do."

"Aaaand… would it be okay to kiss you goodnight?"

You giggled, you couldn't help it. He made you feel like a school girl all over again. "Yes."

He smiled and leaned downward, instantly catching your lips with his, giving you a firm but gentlemanly kiss. No tongue. That was interesting, you thought. Most guys just rammed their tongues down your throat, no questions asked. Damian was full of surprises.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Damian."

With that, he made sure you were safe in your room, before turning and going down the hall to his own room.

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

At the next show, the following night, you walked to your makeshift office and was surprised–though not deeply–to find JD standing at your door, waiting on you.

"Hi, JD… What can I do for you?"

His eyes seemed to go dark as he answered you, though he kept up a cheerful appearance. "You could let me take ya out t'night."

"I'm sorry, JD, but no." You said softly, reaching around him to unlock your office door. "I have plans tonight. I've just started seeing someone, and I don't want to discourage them by going out with someone else."

You unlocked the door and stepped into your office, but JD ddin't take the hint. He stepped into the office with you and slammed the door shut to your utter shock, and then locked the door.

"JD, get out." You said, trying to sound firm. "Unlock the door and leave."

"Let me guess, d'a mystery man is none other than Damien. Am I right? I saw ya together at d'a restaurant last night."

You tilted your chin up in defiance despite your growing trepidation. "That's none of your business. Now leave, before I scream for help."

Growing enraged, JD stepped forward and swept his hand along the surface of your desk, raking everything to the floor. Then he pounded his fist against the desk, hard. "I asked ya out too! You should be going out with me!"

"I didn't want to," your voice rose in your indignation. "You make my skin crawl!"

JD charged at you then and slapped you right across the cheek. Stunned, you fell across the desk and held your throbbing face in your hand.

"You're so in trouble now," he growled, unbuttoning his dress shirt from the collar, then undoing the wrist's buttons.

Not knowing exactly what he had planned, but not wanting to find out, you screamed, "Help me! Somebody HELLLLP!"

You knew that you were heard when the buzzing outside your door stopped. Suddenly there was a pounding at the door.

"Y/N? Cariña, open the door!"

You rose from the desk to make a mad dash for the door, when JD latched onto your hair. "LET ME GO!"

The door was being pummeled then. "Who's in d'ere wit' her?" You heard Finn Balor faintly from behind the door.

Then Damian, "JD. It has to be. The little…"

JD ignored the bustle outside the door and bent you backward over the desk. Immediately, his mouth was on your neck.

"STOP IT!" You cried loudly, and struggled against him. He yanked your head back by your bangs, severely arching your back, and bit into your neck. You screamed in pain and fought him even more.

The pounding at the door intensified as JD licked where he bit.

"NO!" You screamed and managed to claw JD's face. He let out a furious roar of pain as he punched you square in the jaw.

Your head bounced back from the blow just as the door busted open and Damian and the rest of the Judgeement day and some policemen came bustling into the room.

"I'LL KILL YOU!" Damian roared at JD, seeing the predicament you were in.

He lunged at JD and tackled him away from you, his face contorted in his rage.

The police stopped Damian before he could get more than a punch in, but a hard punch nonetheless.

You lay against the desk, scrambling to right yourself and fighting tears as the police handcuffed JD and prepared to drag him away from the scene.

Damian went to you, instantly pulling you into his strong embrace as JD was led away. Your legs weren't strong enough to hold you up and buckled. You fell in a dead faint as he caught you up in his arms, cradling you against his muscled chest. He immediately carried you over to the exam table and laid you on it, settling the pillow underneath your head.

"Despierta, cariña. Estás a salvo ahora." His long fingers traced the already formed bruising at your jaw, rose up to the welt forming on your cheek. He also took note of the bite mark on your neck. "I want to kill him."

"Rhea grabbed a bottle of water out of the mini fridge and handed it to Damian. Finn and Dom fumbled around the medical supplies looking for smelling salts. When they finally located them, they handed them over to Damian as well. He snapped them open and waved them frantically under your nose, willing you to awaken.

You jumped awake and before your eyes even opened, your first instinct was to fight. So you did. You swung your arms out and struck out at anything that was around you.

"Hey, easy now," came Damian's soft voice. His large, warm hands caught your wrists and gently held on. "Easy, baby. You're safe."

You sobbed and latched onto him, hooking your arms around his broad shoulders as he pulled you into a close, intimate hug.

"Shh-shh… You're okay. You're okay now."

"I-I was so scared!" You couldn't stop crying to save your life. You felt another hand rubbing your back comfortingly–probably Rhea.

"I know pequeña, I know. But you're safe now. I won't let him hurt you again. I swear it."

Hunter hurried through the door then. "I just heard about what happened…" His attention turned to you in Damian's arms. "Y/N, are you okay?"

You nodded slightly and snuggled closer into Damian's hold. His chin rested atop your head. "I'm okay now."

The police asked you so many questions your head spun but you managed to answer them all. Then you were finally free to leave and go back to your hotel room. Hunter had given you the rest of the night off–and the rest of the week if you needed it.

You went to move off the table, but Damian kept a hand on your arm to guide you. When you threatened to crumple again, he lifted you up and carried you out of the room, and all the way to his rental. Once he had you settled in the passenger's seat he turned back to the rest of the Judgement Day who'd followed him to his car. "Can one of you guys get my things out of the locker room and take them by my room? I'm staying with Y/N tonight."

Dom nodded in reply and said, "Sure, don't worry. I got this. You go take care of your girl."

With that, Damian got into the driver's seat and drove the two of you back to the hotel.

He carried you inside, and followed your directions as to where your room was. Minutes later, he was settling you on your large bed and was climbing in beside you.

"Is this okay, amor? Do you want me here, or do you want me to sleep on the sofa?"

"Here!" You cried, pulling him against you. "Don't leave me."

"I won't. I'll be right here. Just relax and get some sleep."

"I'm sorry."

"Whatever for, cariña?"

"He'd been hitting on me for weeks. I should have told someone–you. I kept putting him off but he kept asking me out. He wouldn't take no for an answer."

"It isn't your fault, sweetie. It was all him. He…has issues. But none of this was your fault."

"Thank you. For being here. For saving me. I don't know what would have happened if you'd not shown up when you did."

A tear spilled out of one of your eyes, and Damian wiped it away with the pad of his thumb. "I couldn't let him hurt you." He leaned forward, lightly kissing away your tears. "I could fall in love with you."

His lips trailed down with a feather lightness to your mouth. He captured your lips with his and applied a soft pressure. When you didn't protest, he pulled you even closer and kissed you more deeply, gently slipping his tongue past your lips and tasting your mouth fully. You moaned softly, and encouraged him to continue by curling your fingers into his muscled biceps. Finally, he pulled back, only to find that he couldn't get enough of your taste, and moved in for another kiss. And another. Another.

"I could fall in love with you too," you uttered softly between his kisses that travled down to your neck. He gently kissed the place that JD had bitten so roughly, a show of tenderness.

"He'll never touch you again. Ever."

You smiled softly and snuggled closer against him as sleep overcame you.

THE END

Translations:

"Cariña" ~ "Sweetheart" "Eres tan estúpido!" ~ "You're so stupid!" "Despierta, cariña. Estás a salvo ahora." ~ "Wake up, sweetheart. You're safe now." "Pequeña" ~ "Little one"

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[bookish-afrolatina]

AfroLatine Authors by Bookish AfroLatina

A few folks have asked me for book recommendations by and about AfroLatine folks so here are some amazing authors I want to introduce y'all to:

Romance:

Adriana Herrera (Dominican) She's one of my favorite authors of all time! Herrera writes both Contemporary and Historical Romances with nuanced, fun, and tender characters and plenty of heat.

A.H. Cunningham (Panamanian) I'm just starting to get into her books but I already know I need them all! The chemistry! The heat!

Mia Sosa (Puerto Rican & Brazilian) My first introduction to Mia Sosa was The Worst Best Man which was messy in the best ways. I love the scenarios she puts her MCs in!

Young Adult Fantasy

Julian Randall (Dominican) He has a lot of range! I've read 3 out of his 5 books and each one has opened me up to processing my own identity and experiences.

Maya Motayne (Dominican & Guyanese) Her series is gripping and fascinating. It surpassed my expectations!

Young Adult

Maika & Maritza Moulite (Haitian) Dear Haiti inspired me to learn more about the Haitian Revolution! I haven't read their second book yet but I'm very excited for The Summer I Ate The Rich.

Jessica Parra (Guatemalan & Cuban) This beautiful soul sent me her work last year. I read and loved Rubi Ramos, so I expect I will probably enjoy The Quince Project as well!

Literary Fiction & YA

Camille Gomera-Tavarez (Dominican) High Spirits knocked me off my feet! The stories were so real but also used elements of Magical Realism.

Elizabeth Acevedo (Dominican) Another of my favorite authors! Acevedo's books give me a sense of belonging and warmth every time I read them.

Ibi Zoboi (Haitian) Zoboi writes in many genres but I've only read her YA so far. Her voice is powerful and her characters have strength through their vulnerabilities.

Books listed on my website: https://www.bookishafrolatina.com/blog

What AfroLatine authors do y’all recommend?

[ID: Slide 1-Gabby smiles behind a copy of An Island Princess Starts a Scandal. Text: AFROLATINE AUTHORS. I WANT TO SHARE WITH Y'ALL. Background is light purple with white stars. Slide 2-TEXT: ROMANCE. ADRIANA HERRERA. Adriana poses in black rectangular glasses and a burgundy top with her hair in short honey curls. 9 of her book covers surround her and a small Dominican flag sits below her. Slide 3-TEXT: ROMANCE. A.H. CUNNINGHAM. The author smiles in a floral top/dress and honey-colored braids. Below her sits the Panamanian flag. 9 of her book covers surround her. Slide 4-TEXT: ROMANCE. MIA SOSA. The author smiles in a denim top, dark rectangle glasses, and dangly earrings. Her dark brown/black hair is in short curls. Slide 5-TEXT: YA FANTASY & SPECULATIVE FICTION. DANIEL JOSÉ OLDER.  9 of her book covers surround him with a small Cuban flag below him. The author poses in the middle with a dark blue hat and gray shirt. Slide 6-TEXT: YA FANTASY, POETRY & ESSAYS. JULIAN RANDALL. The author laughs with his eyes closed. His hair and facial hair are black/dark brown. He's wearing a red and black jersey. Below hit, a small Puerto Rican flags sits and he is surrounded by 5 book covers. Slide 7-TEXT: YOUNG ADULT. FANTASY. MAYA MONTAYNE. Maya smirks with her dark hair in curls and wearing a dark green v-neck top. Below her, the Guyanese and Dominican flags sit above her three books. TEXT: MAIKA MOULITE & MARITZA MOULITE. The authors pose back to back. Maika smiles in her red lipstick, a tan fitted dress, and is bald. Maritza smiles in dark red lipstick, a blue, red, and white striped dress, and her black hair extends below her shoulder. Above them sit their 3 books and below them is the Haitian flag. Slide 8- TEXT: LITERARY FICTION & YA. CAMILLE GOMERA-TAVAREZ. The author poses with her hand under her chin. She wears her shoulder-length, dark brown hair in tight curls with 2 braids framing her face. She has dangly earrings and dark pink lipstick. Below her are a small Dominican flag and her two books. TEXT: JESSICA PARRA. The author poses in a pink tank top with her dark brown/black hair in loose curls reaching her shoulder blades. Her two books sit above her and mini ‎Guatemalan and Cuban flags flank her name. Slide 9-TEXT: LITERARY FICTION, POETRY & YA. ELIZABETH ACEVEDO. The author wears her honey brown, curly hair out and a patterned orange and purple top. A dominican flag sits below with 5 book covers surrounding her. Slide 10-TEXT: YA/MIDDLE GRADE & MORE. IBI ZOBOI. The author poses with her hand under her chin. She has her dark hair in short coils, large cat eye glasses, and a turquoise, orange, and cream top. The Haitian flag sits below her and 7 book covers surround her.]

[harlowtales]

Jack has to deal with a cruel twist of fate 🤵👰🏻‍♀️💍🤰🏻

18 + ONLY - Adult Content

“Yo my girl is coming over tonight behave yourself” Clay said to his brother

“Couldn’t care less bro” Jack said as he checked his messages totally preoccupied as they were sitting on the couch together watching the game.

“Ok boys she’s going to be here soon. Clay set the table, Jack just behave yourself” their mom said shaking a spatula at Jack as she finished cooking

“Whys everyone saying that?” Jack said in fake bewilderment. He knew damn well why. He would get to cracking jokes and pouring on charm or just being goofy and the girls would fall for him leaving Clay with a broken heart.

Clay had come into his own. He had matured and grew tall and handsome and was a super producer living on his own. The family was gathering for Labour Day long weekend dinner and Clay was introducing his mystery woman to the family.

“Must be serious bro. I’m happy for you.” Jack said sincerely. He decided he wasn’t going to do anything to upset his brother. He had matured too and he had nothing to prove by stealing yet another girl. Jack made a mental note to not play around because he wanted to see if this girl was trying to date Clay to get near him.

Just then the doorbell rang but it was his grandparents. Then it rang again and it was his dad coming back from a run to the liquor store for the festivities. Then it rang again and again filling the house with aunts and uncles and cousins. No girlfriend. Clay started nervously checking his phone. Tonight he was going to propose in front of the whole family. His family was just meeting her but Clay kept her under wraps for almost a year.

Jack would tease him about his imaginary girlfriend but Clay wanted to make sure she was with him for the right reasons. Tonight be was making it official and they were basically eloping. He didn’t want the whole big fuss. His family was big and could get to be a lot, and him and his girl were low key. They always talked about a ceremony at City Hall, small dinner party and quick honeymoon in Jamaica. He was busy finishing up his brother’s album.

As everyone was getting hungry waiting for their new guest they decided to start eating. Jack was watching his brother out the corner of his eye concerned as he was frantically texting her back and forth. He vowed to keep quiet so he said nothing. Finally the doorbell rang. It was Stefanie. Clay jumped up to let her in and she was a mess!

Stefanie had caught a flat tire on the way over. She insisted on driving over herself because she was hyper vigilant about not looking like a gold digger or Clay spoiling her. She had an old Acura that worked on a good day but refused Clay buying her a new car. She knew how to change a tire but it had also rained a bit ruining her look. She didn’t want to look like a “baddie” so she had on jeans, a tank top with a light crisp white shirt and sandals with a slight heel.

Her hair was in a ponytail with light makeup. Perfect for a family Labour Day affair. That is until she had to get dirty. She had hazel green eyes being mixed Puerto Rican and beautiful olive skin with one dimple and a big smile. She also had a great sense of humour and was studying at a small University in Ohio majoring in international law. She told Clay she was having “car trouble” knowing full well Clay would rush over to where she was to help.

“Baby!” Clay exclaimed “What happened to you?” He whisked her in the house and Maggie their mom grabbed her a towel.

“Come with me Stefanie I’m going to clean you up you poor thing!” Maggie and her sister fussed bringing her upstairs.

Jack hadn’t yet got a good look at her. He had to go stand a bit away as he got a business call. When he returned he was confused. “Didn’t your girl walk in?” He asked Clay looking around.

“Yes and she’s a mess! Mom’s cleaning her up and giving her a change of clothes.” Clay explained. He was mad because Stefanie was always making something worse by not calling for help. It wasn’t the way he hoped dinner would go tonight.

When they came back down from upstairs Stefanie was all clean and freshened up with a pair of Maggie’s tights and a hoodie. Perfectly comfortable while her clothes were cleaned and dried. “Thank you so much everyone! What a way to meet you all. Geezus that was a heck of a way to kick this off. Hi, I’m Stefanie with an “f”” she beamed at all of them. Clearly this girl was different. She was outgoing and confidently shook everyone’s hand.

Then she got to Jack and paused “I guess saying hey what’s poppin? will get me eating all the coleslaw” she chuckled making reference to the times Jack has said in his songs he hates coleslaw. She had a goofy little laugh and was so jovial Jack chuckled too immediately impressed but keeping joking around to a bare minimum so nobody could accuse him of flirting.

“So Stefanie with an “f” please sit. You must be starving.” Jack’s dad said “eat up because we’re about to play some games.”

“Ooh! I love games! What kind of games?” She asked enthusiastically her eyes brightening as she dished out her food.

“Well I don’t mean to brag but trivia games are kind of my thing.” Jack’s dad Brian said leaning back confidently in his chair satisfied from the big dinner he ate.

“Sounds awesome Mr.Harlow.” She said sweetly with impeccable manners

Jack leaned over and whispered in his uncle Ben’s ear “This has to be a paid actor. No way Clay bagged this dime.” Clay shot Jack a look from across the table to which Jack responded with a look of innocence.

After dinner they all settled in for the big game. Board game that is. It was a serious thing in their house and nobody took loosing well. Clay was feeling the velvet of the small ring box in his pocket waiting for the right moment. Everyone seemed to be absolutely in love with Stefanie. Everyone except Jack. He had been unusually quiet this whole time.

“Ok get your partner and let’s get started with the first round.” Jack’s grandpa ordered

Clay and Stefanie snuggled into one another on the floor with a blanket ready to play. Clay was sure they would win. Stefanie was his secret weapon.

“First question for the lightning round.” Grandpa said “What Chinese state has the Great Wall of China? Everyone was silent.

“Can I Google this?” Cousin Ben said as arguably the smartest person in the room

“OMG!” Stefanie finally exclaimed jumping up “I know this one! It’s a trick question!”

“Baby calm down” Clay said laughing pulling her back down. They were so cute together. Jack watched their interaction to see if it was real. Stefanie would have been a dream girl for him. How did Clay land her? Where did they meet? Did she have a sister? But he vowed to behave and behave he did.

“China has provinces not states so any answer would be wrong. Am I right?” She asked the room excitedly

“Um how did you know that?” Jack’s dad asked her in awe.

“Stef’s an international law major.” Clay said slyly as he proudly put his arm around her as she sat back down

“Unfair!” Jack’s cousin Sean said “I’m not playing. This is rigged.”

“Ok everyone that was beginners luck. Next question!” Grandpa announced loving being the host of these shenanigans.

“What is the law of energy?” He said dramatically in a hushed tone.

The room went quiet. Clay squeezed Stefanie’s hand to stop her from answering. Eventually one of Jack’a cousins said “Give it to us Stef. We know you know.”

“Um ok and this is just a guess. The law of energy is energy is never lost just transferred.” She said adorably squeezing her eyes shut and crossing her fingers to which Jack looked away.

“Correct.” Grandpa said as the ringmaster

“I’m tapping out they’re going to win.” Jack’s uncle said walking away in a huff.

“Oh no I’m sorry everyone how about this next round I won’t answer. Zippy lippy.” Stefanie said with a giggle. Jack couldn’t take it anymore.

“Bro.” He gestured to Clay “Can you help me grab snacks in the kitchen?”

“Sure” Clay said happy his girl was making such a great impression.

“Who is this girl?” Jack said immediately as soon as they were out of earshot

“What the fuck bro, what’s up your ass? You don’t like Stef?” Clay said annoyed

“No. She’s great. Almost too great. How did you guys meet?” Jack asked as he grabbed some chips and dip

“I played a little gig on her campus and as you can tell she’s not shy. We hit it off and went for drinks after and that was it I was hooked.” Clay said lovingly looking over at Stefanie biting her tongue to not further upset his family.

“She got a sister?” Jack pressed Clay

“No and even if she did I wouldn’t let you near her.” Clay said defensively

“I’m not an asshole bro” Jack defended himself

“No you’re just…you.” Clay said and Jack knew what he meant. Jack had stolen too many of his girls only to have them crying to Clay later how Jack just stopped showing interest.

“Stef’s the real deal. Look what I got her.” Clay said taking the ring box out of his pocket and cracking it open for Jack to see. It was a cute little diamond just like Stefanie. For some reason emotions were coming up for Jack he couldn’t make sense of.

“That’s great bro just be careful.” Jack cautioned as they returned to the gathering. His head started pounding.

Jack pretended to have to leave early after getting a phone call. He left with warm goodbyes and a salute to his brother who was nose to nose with Stefanie. Clay decided to take Stefanie on a drive around his neighborhood and as he shared his childhood memories he popped the question in private. They called Jack right away on FaceTime. Stefanie was beaming and holding up her ring for Jack to see. Will you be my best man at City Hall tomorrow bro? Clay asked.

Jack was in shock. “Of course I’ll clear my calendar. Congratulations you guys.” He said slightly deflated. He couldn’t shake this cloud that had settled above his head and he tossed a d turned all night. In the morning he awoke groggy to pups licking his face.

“What’s the fucking rush?” He said to himself as he fixed his breakfast “Whys he getting married so fast?” But he had agreed to be his brother’s best man so he picked out a nice suit as it was too short notice to buy a gift so he had his assistant run out and get a card and a wad of cash for the happy couple.

Jack arrived to find his parents beaming and a relative of Stefanie’s. Her parents were in Puerto Rico and could not make it. “Hello brother!” Stefanie said to Jack flinging her arms around him already tearing up.

“Baby watch your makeup.” Clay said lovingly dabbing under her eyes. To see Clay like this shook Jack to his core. Urban was serious with someone, even his other buddies were all getting booed up. It wasn’t as regular for them to all be hanging out in their free time. Jack relied on his day ones and he was feeling just plain lonely. When would he meet someone like Stefanie? How was that even possible with his lifestyle?

The club girls he was having threesomes with were not fulfilling anymore. Girls were getting left on read as he had started to question his life. Fans were upset because he had been so M.I.A. Feeling like he was losing his brother to a fantastic girl he felt he couldn’t compete with was causing him an inner struggle to be happy for them. Plus if he was being honest… he was attracted to Stefanie. Her goofiness, her giggle, her smarts, her eyes, her boldness, the way she was helping his mom do the dishes when he left last night… and that one dimple, had intrusively entered Jack’s mind all night as he tried to sleep. His brother one upped him and got THE girl.

Jack blushed shyly as Stefanie shot him a grin and a goofy shot gun for the shot gun wedding happening with his brother. She had her natural curls flowing with little babies breath flowers strategically placed in a half-up do and a simple white summer dress she ran out bought that morning that delicately graced her slim frame. She looked like an angel. As they recited their vows Jack’s stomach began to tighten up.

“Hunny are you ok?” His mom asked as Jack shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

“I’m fine. I think that macaroni pie last night didn’t agree with me.” Jack explained it away

“That’s because you’re always eating all that healthy shit.” His dad leaned over and whispered

“Thanks dad appreciate it.” Jack said rolling his eyes. He couldn’t wait for this to be over.

As the happy couple jumped into Stefanie’s old Acura and drove off dragging rattling cans and a “Just Married” sign headed to the airport for their mini-honeymoon, Jack made an excuse and quickly bolted. He turned the key to his condo excitedly greeted by pups and nuzzled his whole face in her soft curly fur falling onto the couch in exhaustion. He picked up his pad and started to write a song about a girl he wished was his but didn’t deserve.

The weeks went by and as Clay returned tanned from the Jamaican sun him and Jack got back to work on the album. Jack braced himself for Clay talking his ear off about his new wife but Clay just kept his head down working hard to get everything perfect.

“You know you can talk about her. I’m ok with it.” Jack said late one night with his brother in the studio.

“Stef?” Clay said as he looked up from the computer screen “Aww you know Stef bro she’s back at school and here on weekends. Ain’t much to say we just us. With Stef everything is just natural. When she’s done her degree she’ll move here and that’s pretty much it.”

“What about kids?” Jack asked as he tore open the package of a Nature Valley Bar.

“I would love that when it’s the right time. Stef has dreams of working at the UN.” Clay said proudly

“So why the rush in getting married?” Jack asked

Clay squirmed and hesitated to answer. Jack looked directly at him and waited for a response.

“Uh, no reason.” Clay said “I mean if you know the one is the one…why wait?”

“I guess so.” Jack said suspiciously

“Ok you want the truth?” Clay said looking at Jack now

“That’d be nice for a change.” Jack said sarcastically

“I didn’t let anyone get to know her…well you, until I was about to ask her to marry me so it didn’t give you time to do what you do best stealing my girlfriends.” Clay finally said with a hostile tone

“I fucking knew it.” Jack said getting up and pacing “I knew something was different about you this past year.”

“Yeah different like I wised up. Stefanie is totally your type. I had to work smarter not harder bro.” Clay said tapping his temple indicating his intelligence.

“Playing chess not checkers I see.” Jack said sitting back down

“I’m happy for you bro honestly. No funny shit.” Jack said

“Thank you bro” Clay replied “Now let’s get this hook done I have to call Stef. I miss her already.”

Jack caught the far off look in Clay’s eyes and decided he better get on board and get to know Stefanie. If she hurt Clay it was game over. Their family was worth a small fortune and had to be careful who they let in.

Stefanie had her nose in a book chilling with her cat when she was jolted out of her story by her phone pinging. It was a text from Jack. How he even had her number she didn’t know. “Look out the window.” She read aloud and looked to see Jack Harlow standing there waving at her. Stefanie froze. Clay had warned her about Jack stealing his girlfriends. “Jack?” She called down to him. “What are you doing here?”

“You gone let me up?” Jack said in his smooth drawl back up to her. Stefanie ran down to let him in. It was Jack Harlow after all.

“Nice little place.” He said as he entered her apartment looking around. He had his puppy with him who immediately her cat didn’t like.

“Let me put Ms.Pumpernickel in my bedroom.” She said

“Of course her cat has such a cute name.” Jack said in his head. He drove to Ohio to hang out with her without telling Clay because Clay would have stopped him. He fully planned on telling Stefanie to keep his visit a secret.

“Listen Stef, I wasn’t here ok?” Jack said to her as she returned to the living room

“Of course you weren’t.” She agreed not sure where this was going

“Look, our family is kind of a thing.” He started explaining

“Yeah just sort of.” Stefanie said sarcastically, fully aware of her new status as a Harlow

“I needed to get to know you without Clay around.” Jack said raising the hairs on Stefanie’s neck.

“Jack I don’t do well with ambiguity. What’s all this for?” Stefanie asked throwing Jack off with her change in demeanour. Had Clay warned her about him?

“Can we just talk?” Jack asked so sincerely Stefanie’s walls came down a bit.

“Sure. I’m sorry I don’t mean to be rude.” She apologized “Can I offer you a drink?”

“Water please.” Jack said as he sat on the couch

Stefanie started to sweat. She never told Clay she had a crush on Jack for years. She didn’t just happen to know song lyrics. She deeply loved Clay as she had heard Jack was a major player, and now alone with him she could see he didn’t have to try very hard.

“Thanks” he said as she nervously watched him drink it down and wipe his mouth

“So shoot ask me anything.” Stefanie said wanting to get to the point

“What movies do you like?” Jack asked her throwing her off

“Um well I like science fiction mostly.” She said to no surprise to Jack as she seemed a bit nerdy which he found irresistible

“Stef I didn’t drive here to ask you what movies you like. As you know our family has some money.” Jack said cautiously

“I’m aware and I don’t want it. I’m going to work for the UN done day.” She said so adorably Jack had to regroup in his mind

“Ok” he breathed “I had to hear it from you. I don’t want anyone taking Clay for a ride.”

“Relax Jack. Really. I’m not a gold digger. Like at all.” Stefanie said patting him on the leg to which a sensation traveled up his body.

“Stef?” He asked “How did you know a deep cut like the coleslaw line?”

“Um no reason I mean who hasn’t heard Dark Knight?” She said off handedly

“A lot of people.” Jack said leaning back on the couch making himself more comfortable

“Look I like the music salute.” She said abruptly

“Is that all you like?” Jack asked trying to dig deeper

Stefanie blushed and felt warm. “Cute dog!” She blurted out “What breed is she?”

“Stefanie. Answer the question.” Jack insisted

“Every girl has liked you it’s not a big deal.” She said tossing her hair as if to toss away his accusations of what he had felt. At dinner at his parents, Jack caught a glimpse of Stefanie looking at him as he chatted with family at a distance. He said nothing to Clay but it bothered him.

“Every girl likes me but I don’t like every girl.” Jack said lowering his tone making Stefanie uncomfortable

“I’m married to your brother Jack.” She asserted

“I know that. I’m sorry I should go. As a matter of fact it was wrong for me to come here. I felt something and I thought you felt something and wanted to make sure so I know how to play this whole thing. I can’t say it’s easy watching Clay with you.” He couldn’t believe he just said the quiet part out loud.

“Jack you should go.” Stefanie said embarrassed “I shouldn’t be having this conversation with you alone like this. I love your brother.”

“Sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself not me.” Jack said as he left.

Stefanie closed the door behind him double checking through the peak hole to make sure he was leaving. She felt dizzy and went to lay down with her cat patiently waiting for her to come and snuggle. It took Stefanie days to shake Jack’s presence it was powerful. At dinner she tried not to let on she was struck by how gorgeous Jack was in person. Was it ok to crush on your husband’s brother just a wee bit in your mind?

Her phone pinged one day as she was painting and listening to classical music making her jump. It was Jack. “Before I go do you want to come by my hotel for dinner? Sorry I have to eat privately as it causes less of a stir. No funny stuff.”

Against her better judgment she texted back “Sure.” Wondering what he was still doing in Ohio.

Stefanie decided to look casual so as not to give Jack the wrong impression not realizing he found that even more sexy. She showed up in baggy jeans and an off the shoulder button up shirt with her hair in a bun and just one long curl hanging down with her tortoise shell rimmed glasses on. Jack gulped when he saw her. “Come on in” he said feeling a bit weak. “Wine?” He said holding up a nice selection for her.

“Please.” She replied as she kicked off her shoes. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad after all. In fact dinner was lovely. She got to know Jack better as they talked well into the night about so many different things. She realized some of Jack’s true feelings about politics and music, but especially being famous and how hard it was. “I better get going.” She yawned. Jack this was awesome. I think we got off on the wrong foot”

“Stefanie stay.” Jack said putting his hand on hers. “He doesn’t know I’m here.”

“Jack what??” She said in disbelief but not moving her hand away

“Just hear me out. We get this whatever this is that we know is there out of our system and that’s it.” He suggested breathing hard his heart pounding. He had to have her just one time.

“Jack no” she said getting up to leave. He stopped her and kissed her gently pulling her in close and pressing into her. She pulled away and grabbed her shoes not even stopping to put them on, but he blocked the door.

“Tell me you feel nothing and I’ll move.” He said desperately savouring the taste of her on his lips.

“Jack please let me go we can’t do this to your brother.” She pleaded

“You didn’t tell me you feel nothing for me.” He said not moving from in front the door

“I have a silly school girl crush.” She admitted “Now let me go. You really want to ruin your whole relationship with your brother? Tear your whole family apart?”

“No I don’t you’re right.” He said slumping down “Stefanie I can’t get you off my mind.”

“I can’t get you off my mind but that’s not helping anything! Jack I have to go. Call me before you leave tomorrow but tonight…I can’t stay here and this never happened.” She helped him up and he walked her out of the hotel and flagged down a taxi to take her home.

As Stefanie opened the door to her apartment she noticed a light was on that she remembered turning off. She felt a presence, grabbed a candle stick, and tipi toed around. She went to her room to find Clay fast asleep. He had come to visit and surprise her. She quietly washed Jack off of her and shampooed him out her mind.

Once in her pyjamas she settled in next to her husband and kissed him on the forehead. No more of this. As soon as she was done her studies in a few months she would suggest her and Clay move to another state. She had strong feelings for Jack and getting to know him made it worse, but Clay was no consolation prize. He was incredible in his own right. Stefanie decided she had to do what she had to do. She started feeling on Clay in his sleep. “It’s time to make a baby.” She said to herself.

Clay never knew what transpired between his wife and Jack. Jack never texted Stefanie again and their encounters were brief at family gatherings. “You not really warming up to Stef are you?” Clay said to Jack at one such gathering as they looked on as Stefanie animatedly chatted with Jack’s mom.

“Stef’s alright I ain’t got no issue.” Jack lied. By now he had gotten over what happened and got no further signs from Stefanie, but if he did, it would be impossible to resist her.

“Well that’s good cuz we got some news.” Clay said “Can I get everyone’s attention!!!” He said dinging a glass “Me and my beautiful wife have an announcement.”

“We appreciate you all very much.” Clay said reaching for Stefanie’s hand who all of a sudden looked pale Jack noticed.

“We are pregnant and moving to New York so Stef can make her UN dream come true and I can put my career in turbo.” Clay shared as he rubbed Stefanie’s stomach. She stood there half-smiling not saying a word.

Jack retreated to the basement den to watch tv while everyone cheered for them and cornered them talking excitedly asking them tons of questions. He didn’t want to leave abruptly and draw any negative attention but he could always make the excuse he was on a call.

Well this was it. Stefanie and Clay were as good as gone. Maybe now he could really move on. He kind of already had as he was spotted at a Louisville club with a new girl since the incident in the hotel in Ohio. Stefanie heard about it and reassured herself she chose the right brother. It was no life for her to cheat on Clay with Jack. She noticed Jack had walked away but preoccupied herself talking to family. Maggie and Brian were disappointed Clay was moving so far away, and Brian noticed Jack had quietly slipped away. Something wasn’t right.

“Hey son. Everything ok?” Brian said catching Jack in the Lazy-boy watching soccer.

“I’m just tired is all.” Jack said quietly not looking at him

“Weird to see Clay doing all this so fast huh?” Brian said

“Tell me about it. Weird is the right word.” Jack replied sullenly

“Listen son, it’s hard for all of us all these changes.” Brian offered

“Yeah I just need to find someone like what Clay’s got.” Jack said sadly

“You will son. It’s harder for you is all but you will.” Brian said encouragingly “You’ll find your Maggie one day or your Sugar.”

“Dad?” Jack asked “What made you know mom was the one?”

“I couldn’t get her off my mind.” His dad said

“Yeah sounds about right. I think I met my soul mate but it’s not meant to be.” Jack mused almost like his dad wasn’t there.

“That’s tough son. I’m sorry to hear that. There’s lots of great gals out there.” He said “I better get back don’t stay down here too long.”

Jack resigned himself to rejoin the celebration after the first half of the game. He heard footsteps and looked up to see Stefanie. “Hi Jack. May I sit?” She said kindly

“Ah sure Stef…or should I say mom.” Jack smiled and touched her stomach “I wish..”

“I know. Part of me wishes that too. Are you ok?” She asked

“Are you happy Stef?” Jack asked

“I’m so happy.” She smiled

“That’s good. I’m happy for both of you really.” He said

“I’m glad because I feel kind of bad.” She said starting to tear up

“Oh no shhoooosh I’ll be ok really.” Jack comforted her holding her as she sobbed

“I have no idea why the universe works the way it does.” She said “You should be the father not the uncle.”

“Stef stop this, what’s done is done. I should have left you alone.” Jack said regretfully “I’ll always be there for y’all you hear me? We can’t help how this worked out.” He said pecking her on the forehead and catching her perfume. “I’d rather have it eat at me every day than ruin my brother’s happiness. He thinks I don’t like you so make like we’re all good with each other ok?” Jack said with a wink.

“Ok Jack. Thank you, and for what it’s worth…I…I came down here to tell you…I do love you, but you would break my heart. I can’t compete in your world.” She said earnestly

“Stef, you on a pedestal. Nobody can touch you.” Jack said swallowing hard “and nobody better or imma catch a case.”

They both laughed and headed back upstairs. Stefanie went over to Clay and gave him a kiss and nodded to Jack from across the room. Clay sent Stefanie down to talk to Jack hoping if they talked a bit Jack would soften up to her. He had no idea and would never know what almost happened.

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