#and getting royally fucked til monday

[bloodstainsandconfetti]

I THINK ABOUT THIS EVERY FUCKING DAAAAAY. LIKE, BUTCHERS BLOCK IS A GOOD STORY ON ITS OWN BUT W H A T CONNECTION DOES IT HAVE TO SEARCH AND RESCUE???? NONE AT ALL

Its almost as if they bought a random script, tweaked it a little bit to add the stairs and woods and shit, and then went "Eh, see! Good enough." It's fucking outrageous and was so extremely disappointing after how well they handled Candle Cove.

Like, seriously, I seriously would've been able to enjoy the rest of Channel Zero so much more of they weren't just butchering the creepypasta stories they were adapting. "Tales from a Search and Rescue Officer" would make an AMAZING series, but they completely disregarded everything about it and then slapped the stairs in there so they would be able to claim it was "based off it", for clout.

SyFy can go fuck off for screwing over Kerry Hammond, the author of Search and Rescue Stories, so badly in their shitty Channel Zero show.

I’m holding a grudge and not letting go.

[themculibrary]

Bruce Banner Pairings Masterlist 2

part one

a manic monday in the life of bruce banner (ao3) - agentsimmons bruce/tony T, 8k

Summary: Being a dad to so many kids, a hardworking scientist and the s.o. of someone high profile is bound to lead to stress overload sometimes. Thus, Bruce experiences a very manic Monday morning.

a physicist/part-time gladiator and a demi-god walk into a bar (ao3) - DrRJSB bruce/natasha M, 12k

Summary: Bruce Banner and Thor have just arrived back on Midgard after the events of Thor: Ragnarok. First on Bruce’s list is tracking down Natasha and finding out where they stand.

beauty and the beast (ao3) - Panda365 bruce/natasha, pepper/tony T, 47k

Summary: A few weeks after the battle of NY, the original 6 are adjusting to life at Avengers tower.

Through various missions and time off the clock, the team must put aside their differences to save others and each other from their own demons.

(This is a Bruce/Natasha centered story full of angst, comedy, and friendship. Be warned of potentially triggering topics of suicide, anxiety, and depression.)

by the light of all your bridges burning (ao3) - branwyn bruce/tony M, 39k

Summary: Bruce Banner is twelve years old. It’s not an easy age. For anyone.

Come lay with me, You're safe with me (ao3) - annunziatina tony/bruce M, 48k

Summary: In exchange for a military contract that would save his family from financial ruin, Tony Stark is forced to abandon his desire for love. But the reclusive scientist to whom Tony is promised is far from the army grunt he imagined. And maybe love isn't really out of reach.

cracks (ao3) - seekingsquake bruce/betty G, 6k

Summary: Bruce has never been able to take a breather. The team reminds him that he’s not on the run anymore.

electric feel (ao3) - manias bruce/thor E, 4k

Summary: Bruce Banner never thought he’d end up here, ever in his whole life or his wildest dreams would he had thought that he’d bed an actual god.

Fake (Date) It Til You Make It (ao3) - Blizzard_Fire bruce/clint M, 6k

Summary: ‘Hey Doc,’ Clint said one morning, strolling into the lab, ‘Can you date me?’ Bruce frowned up at him. ‘Why?’ ‘To fuck with Tony, mainly.'

Bruce and Clint start fake-dating to mess with the others. But then it becomes a question of how long they can keep this up, and maybe their “dates” aren’t quite so platonic anymore…

figure drawing (ao3) - thingswithwings bruce/steve E, 20k

Summary: When he gets back to New York, Steve only lasts five days living in Williamsburg before he packs up again and heads, shamefaced, to Stark Tower. The people are nice enough, but they’re a kind of rich that Steve doesn’t know how to deal with, and the neighborhood is crowded and strange, with too many eyes on him all the time.

his true colors (ao3) - Nonymos bruce/loki, bruce/clint E, 103k

Summary: The battle of New York was a turning point for the entire planet – but especially so for Bruce Banner. This is a unique chance for him to find the Hulk a place in this world. It is a staggering hope, but unrealistic as it sounds, it might just come true.

And then his hesitant plan turns out to be too successful. Everyone including the Avengers apparently expect the Hulk to take his turn in the spotlight. But the more Hulk thrives, the more Bruce withers, and nobody seems to notice or care. When Loki extends a hand to him, he is fully aware it is a trick – but he has got nothing else to hold onto.

The Avengers realize just a bit too late how royally they screwed up. The sharp-sighted, ever-watching Hawkeye cannot blame himself enough for not having seen this disaster coming. Can they still be saved from Banner ?

Do they even deserve it ?

(The story is set right after the 2012 Avengers movie with slight EMH dynamics thrown in the middle.)

leanover (ao3) - ballantine thor/bruce G, 6k

Summary: After Wakanda, Thor sleeps sixteen hours a day and Bruce contemplates what it takes to be a person in a broken world.

liar, liar, giant purple pants on fire (ao3) - jdphoenix bruce/darcy G, 4k

Summary: The Hulk tells a lie. Things go downhill from there.

little light of love (ao3) - thebatman06 bruce/thor, patricia/jennifer, erik/t’challa G, 9k

Summary: This is based off of a tumblr post that talks of thor whisking bruce away from earth. It’s set after both films: Thor (2011) and Hulk (2003)

My Unshaped Form (ao3) - atrata bruce/natasha E, 26k

Summary: Of all the people they could have sent, they send Bruce Banner. In his defense, he seems to realize he has no chance of finding her.

news flash (ao3) -robofruit bruce/thor N/R, 31k

Summary: Thor and Bruce have found love in each other, but when the news gets released, the public isn’t too thrilled about their relationship.

smashing is more fun with friends (ao3) - TunaFishChris bruce/natasha T, 8k

Summary: Or, 5 Times the Hulk helped/saved/hung out with an Avenger, and one time they saved him.

Can be read as a stand-alone, but is also takes place after “The Wisdom of Children.”

sun’s getting low (ao3) - mrstater bruce/natasha T, 65k

Summary: SHIELD’s collapse leaves Natasha uncertain of her place in the world. While Bruce enjoys life at Avengers Tower, he continues to doubt whether he’s more an asset than a liability to the team. Can they learn to trust each other–and themselves–enough to help each other find what they’re looking for?

these walls are paper thin (ao3) - IamShadow21 bruce/betty T, 13k

Summary: When most people think of Bruce Banner and The Hulk, they think of it as an either/or situation and assume that it’s easy to tell who they’re face to face with.

Most people are wrong.

Wade In Your Water (ao3) - especiallythezefronposter tony/bruce M, 62k

Summary: In 1984, Bruce Banner is reported killed in action after a bomb test gone wrong. A month later, he returns to Caltech university to finish up his thesis.

The Winter Soldier is sent to bring him in.

where future lies (ao3) - immortalbanner bruce/thor T, 7k

Summary: Bruce has only been back in New York for a few days, finding a lot of struggle with his past and what could lie ahead.

[kingxfmischief]

[So just to update: got back from vacation exhausted, after two stressful days in a car, ready to get online and catch up on shit, and uh...my laptop gave me the blue screen of death. So now everything is at geeksquad and I won't get it til Monday and will essentially have to set up a new laptop entirely, and will likely not be actively online until Tuesday night or Wednesday afternoon.

This has fucked me up royally and kinda completely ruined my plans for these two days off because I'll be spending them panicking about going back to work Monday AND my laptop stuff so for tonight I'm just getting drunk.

I'll get to DMs tomorrow afternoon. Thanks for your patience since i meant to keep up with them ON vacation but it ended up being a super busy and exhausting vacation (but fun!) So yeah. Thanks again for your patience.]

[br0kenegobr0kenheart]

I guess this has just become my "How do I relate to Taylor Swift's songs" diary. Oh well.

Yes I got your letter, yes I'm doing better, I know that it's over, I don't need your closure.

Closure, let's talk about it. I didn't change my general practitioner when we broke up. We shared the same one, but as I was on anti depressants, I truly didn't feel like explaining to someone else why. This was my safety option. Of course I ran the risk of running into him at the doctor's office, but somehow this wasn't too bad. Last time I went to get my prescription refilled, I told my GP we had broken up - he couldn't really replace him, so he told me to focus on myself. I felt okay, until this past Monday.

I come in with a cold and the will to talk about maybe lowering my dosage, or at least just speaking next steps, but out of nowhere, breaking every single medical secrecy, he tells me he saw him last Friday, that he was at a really low point, so much so that he pointed him towards a therapist - not the same one as me haha thanks douchebag. And that he really was a good guy, and that he had told him that he should call me. I was baffled. Speechless. What. The. Fuck.

You see, one of the thing I'm dealing with is high feelings of guilt. I didn't feel guilty for my ex, but instantly, my thoughts went to "Oh god that's because of me that he's feeling like that." I told my GP that he had hurt me too, and feeling like he had fucked up - which he had, royally so - he then spent twenty minutes telling me to take care of myself, to block his number or not answer his calls, and that he definitely knew what I wanted from in life - quiet life with my husband and kids. Again. What. The. Fuck.

The utter feeling of betrayal and sadness quickly left. I was handled an information I didn't need nor wanted NOR SHOULD'VE HAD. But it wasn't my problem. It wasn't actually a problem, more so a non problem.

I then had to schedule a quick appointment with my therapist, she's the shit, but I needed to understand my emotions.

It felt like a jump into his intimacy, but I didn't need the closure. When we parted ways, he told me he hoped I would heal all my fucked up-ness someday, and that he didn't need me anymore because he had no issues to address.

It wasn't right

The way it all went down

Looks like you know that now

I try not to see this as a haha moment. This is not a happy news, obviously, I'm sad he's going through a hard time. But it's not my battle. It's not my closure. Because even though my mental state has been a fucking hell hole for the better part of ten years, I know I'm doing the work. I'm doing the therapy, the yoga, the reaching out to friends, the calling my mom, the taking my meds, the routines. Of course I'm failing every three days. Of course I haven't showered since Monday. But I'm trying, and trying again (yup, wait til I get to that song).

But I'm fine with my spite

And my tears

And my beers

And my candles.

[ts-a-heros-choice]

A Hero’s Choice - Part Three

Welcome/Explanation

Masterpost

(The votes from Part 2 have been counted, and here are the results!)

1 – Help the Duke

2 – Help the Prince

A – Roman

B – Remus

C – Mystery Guy

D – No One

(I used a random name picker to decide who our Mystery Guy is, and I got Janus! Anxceit it is then, though due to the nature of a choose your own adventure style story, it’ll eventually be up to you guys whether or not they actually get together...)

Virgil turned back to the Duke, running over to him and dropping to his knees beside the bleeding hero. He was wearing a costume identical to that of his partner, but in green, black and silver. There was a bright green gem embedded in the chest of his costume, too, which would’ve drawn Virgil’s attention if he wasn’t so focused on the blood.

Virgil didn’t know where to put his hands – didn't want to just touch the hero without warning, that would’ve been creepy – so he just waved them in front of him frantically.

“Do you- do you need help?”

The Duke stared at him like he was stupid. “What the fuck does it look like?”

Then, he gritted his teeth and hissed as the movement seemed to further irritate his wound. His black gloves were stained red, and Virgil absentmindedly wondered if that would ever wash out.

“I... I thought you guys had healing powers!” Virgil exclaimed.

There was a loud thump and crash and a shout behind them, and Virgil quickly looked back over his shoulder, letting out a quiet sigh of relief when he saw the beast fall to the ground, having just been thrown into a wall. The Prince was still injured – lines of red slashed across his shirt, but he was still standing, and other than that he seemed to be mostly okay.

(Virgil had made the right decision. The Prince had superpowers; he could fight just fine without the help of a random civilian.)

Virgil turned back the Duke.

The superhero gave him a weird look – an undecipherable expression that made Virgil quite uncomfortable.  

“I can’t heal myself,” he finally explained. “Ro- Princey has to do it.”

Virgil nodded slowly. “So... you just have to wait ‘til he’s done fighting the beast, then you can heal each other?” He asked hopefully.

The Duke nodded. “Just gotta make sure my guts don’t fall out before then.”

That did not soothe Virgil’s nerves, and his eyes widened.

“We should... put pressure on it?” Virgil suggested, though it came out more like a question as he actually had no idea what he was doing.

The Duke rolled his – startlingly green and ominously glowing – eyes.

“I know what I’m doing,” he said. “It’s not like I haven’t been stabbed before, dumbass.”

“You’ve been stabbed before?” Virgil asked incredulously.

“Duh. I’m a hero, heroes get hurt sometimes.”

Virgil was a tad put off by the hero’s brashness – though perhaps the injury was worsening his mood. Virgil couldn’t imagine being particularly pleased if he’d been stabbed, himself.

“So, uh...” Virgil trailed off. “What can I do to help you, then?”

"Grab my weapon. If the monster gets close, whack it.”

“Bu- I don’t know how to fight!”

“Psh, it’s not that hard.”

The Duke removed one hand from over his wound, trying to reach for his silver morning-star but he winced and hissed when that just worsened his injury. He took a moment – breathing shakily through gritted teeth – before quickly grabbing his weapon, shoving it into Virgil’s hands, and returning his hand to his stomach.

Virgil’s grip on the handle of the morning-star tightened. He looked it over with wide, terrified eyes, then turned back to the Duke, who was staring at him.

Then, Virgil turned around fully – his back now to the hero – and watched the fight that was still going on between the Prince and the beast.

The beast’s colourful fur and skin seemed to be practically impenetrable to the hero’s sword, and wouldn’t stop attacking him. The only thing keeping the Prince on his feet was his enhanced strength, speed and agility, which allowed him to throw the beast whenever he could get a good enough grip on him.

Virgil had never seen a fight like this up close – monsters appeared only a couple times a month, and the rest of the time the heroes used their abilities for fighting regular crime. Usually, when a beast emerged through a portal from a place only known to the people as Elsewhere, regular citizens hid in their homes or designated safe areas, leaving the heroes to fight by themselves.

(Were the fights always this difficult? Did the heroes always get injured this badly, only to heal themselves after it was all over?)

That thought left a bitter taste in Virgil’s mouth.

The Prince got behind the beast, wrapping his arms around one of its hind legs and picking it up as easily as if it was just a small cat. He then threw it into another building, and its bones crunched as it hit the wall. It didn’t get back up, curling up as best as it could and whining like a sick dog.

The Prince took a moment to catch his breath, before he straightened up, placing his hand over the red gem on his chest. It started glowing brightly. A large, swirling portal suddenly appeared in front of him – bright red, without so much as a glimpse to whatever place was on the other side. Then, the Prince walked over to the beast, grabbing him by one of its front legs and swinging it into the portal.

The portal closed behind it, and Virgil finally let out the breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding.

“Thank fuck,” the Duke said. “Now come heal me, you dumb fuck!”

“There’s no need to be so crass, you- oh!” The Prince looked startled when, upon entering the alleyway, he spotted Virgil. “Greetings, noble citizen! I see you’ve been defending my brother, here. Your heroism shall not be forgotten!”

Virgil blinked, dropping the morning-star. “Brother?”

The Duke scoffed. “Nice going, genius. What about ‘secret identities’ do you not understand?”

“If you’re going to be so rude, you heathen, then I won’t heal you.”

Despite the threat, the Prince still walked over to the Duke, moving to crouch at his other side and looking over his brother’s stomach with a concerned expression.

“Fuck off,” the Duke said.

The Prince rolled his eyes. “Move your hands.”

Virgil wasn’t sure whether or not he was supposed to leave, but none of the heroes had told him to, so he just stayed where he was. He watched as the Prince pressed his hands to the Duke’s stomach, pushing his brother’s hands to the side. The gem on his costume began to glow again, as did his gloved hands, and Virgil stared, wide-eyed, as the Duke’s skin slowly started to knit itself back together.

The Duke’s teeth were gritted and he grunted in pain as the healing went on. He tilted his head back and stared up at the sky.

The Prince’s brow pinched together as he worked, and it took a few minutes for the healing for finish. Then, when it was done, he fell back, his own back hitting the opposite wall with a thump.

The Duke was healed – though his costume was still torn and blood-stained – but Virgil was far too focused on the Prince’s eyes fluttering closed. He passed out, and both Virgil and the Duke watched in horror as the gem popped out of his chest, turning into a necklace that hung around the Prince’s neck. His costume disappeared – turning into a regular set of pants and a shirt – and his mask disappeared, too.

For a moment, Virgil was so shocked that the Prince’s now-exposed face hadn’t registered in his mind. And then, he realised that he recognised him.

It was Roman fucking Kingsley. One of the popular kids in his high school.

Someone Virgil knew – they'd rarely spoken, more of a friend of a friend of a friend – but Virgil knew him. Virgil knew him.

…

QUESTION:

What should Virgil do?

1 – Cover his eyes and lie

2 – Don’t and tell the truth

BONUS QUESTION:

What background ship(s) would you like to see?

A – Intrulogical

B – Royality

C – Remile

D – All of the above

E – None of the above 

(Vote in the reblogs/comments, and the options that will receive the most votes will determine the fate of this story! The votes will be counted Monday morning, so vote before then and Part Four will (hopefully) be out next Friday!

For answer 1, Virgil will cover his eyes and pretend he didn’t see the Prince’s identity, whilst for answer 2 he won’t cover his eyes and he’ll be honest about seeing Roman’s face.

- @izzyfandoms)

[queenofthefallenangels]

My Beast Slayer Part 1/2

Seth Rollins x Reader

Warning: smut, angst, abuse

Summary: When Seth falls in love with Brock's girlfriend. He is willing to do anything to take her from him.

A/N: So, I made a post about this fic a while back and I finally got it done. Thank you everyone for your responses. I was scared no one would read it.

Enjoy

*****

Monday Night Raw. I should feel lucky to be here. Ecstatic that a normal girl like me gets to date a WWE Superstar. I was...at first. Then he changed. He wasn't the same man I fell in love with. He didn't want to show up to work unless the paycheck made it worth it. It wasn't just how money hungry he became. Something else changed in him. The man I loved was gone and he had truly transformed into the beast he portrayed on tv. Whether it was the fame, the steroids, or something else, the man I knew and loved was gone. I couldn’t find him anymore either. I saw fragments of his old self from time to time, but soon that became less and less. Pretty soon it was like I was dating a stranger.

Brock was getting ready backstage for another promo before WrestleMania. It was surprising that Paul had actually got him to do this one. He was mostly refusing to do anything til Mania.

I tagged along like I always did. When we first start dating he would call me his good luck charm, now I guess it's routine for me to come.

“Babe?” I piped up suddenly as he was looking at himself in the mirror, flexing his muscles. He made eye contact with me through the mirror. “I am going to catering to get something to eat. Do you want anything?” He shook his head and went back to what he was doing.

I walked down the hall towards catering and walked right past it to an abandoned hallway that was mainly filled with equipment.

“I was wondering when you would show up. Is it that hard to sneak away from bucket head?” A voice came from behind some equipment.

“Shut up,” I giggled as a long-haired man stepped out from where he was hiding. He wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me close to him. His dark brown eyes looking into mine.

“I missed you.” He said putting his forehead on mine. He kissed me softly on the lips. “I thought I was going to have to kill Paul just to get him on before Mania to see you.” He kissed me again this time a bit rougher. I winced a bit in pain, praying he didn't notice that. “What's wrong?” He asked pulling away.

“Nothing, you just surprised me that's all.”

He searched my eyes, “He did it again, didn't he?” I looked away from his eyes. This isn't how I wanted my meet up with Seth to go. Seth and I have been secretly together since before a little before the Summer Slam of last year. He saw me sitting by myself in catering and came to sit next to me. We just clicked. I don't know how else to explain it. He gave me his number and soon after a bunch of late night texts he asked me to be something more.

We barely ever got to see actually each other though since I only come around when Brock does. Most of our relationship was lived through secret text messages. The longest time we had been together was after he won the Royal Rumble.

---flashback---

I knocked on Seth’s hotel room door. I could feel my heart racing in my chest. This was extremely risky. It was one thing to sneak off with him during Raw, but a whole night alone with him in a hotel room. Brock normally slept like a rock especially after matches, but anything was possible. Anything.

Seth opened the door with a smile on his face. “I was scared you would chicken out.” He moved to let her in. His room was kind of a mess. His clothes thrown all over the floor. “Sorry about the mess.” He put a hand on the back of his neck. “I was trying to clean up a bit before you came and ended up making a bigger mess.”

“It’s okay.” I smile at him. “I didn’t expect anything special.”

“Sorry,” he said moving some clothes back into his suitcase. I stood next to the door as he cleaned up a bit more. He looked back over to her. “You can come in. You don’t have to stand in the doorway.” He walked over to her. “I don’t bite. Well, not hard at least.” He chuckled taking my hand to move me towards the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed with him. He held my hand for a while. “I don’t expect anything, you know. I thought I would get that out on the way. We can just watch movies and talk if you want.” He put a piece of my hair back behind my ear. “I won’t force anything on you.”

I bit my lip, leaning in a bit. “What if I want to do more than watch movies?” I asked.

He leaned in too, “Than we can do that.” He grabbed my face. “Anything you want. I am just happy to actually spend time with you.” He rubbed my thumb against my cheek. He pulled my face into his lips, kissing me. “All I want is to celebrate my win with you.” He said against my lips. He moved his hands down to my hips pulling me closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck deepening the kiss. His hands played with the hem of my shirt.

I pulled away from him. “Maybe we can start off a bit slow? Like, watch a movie for a bit.”

He smiled, “As you wish.”  

He pulled out Netflix to find a movie for us to watch. There was nothing really there to watch so I suggested we watch the Office. I had seen it a million times, but I didn't really want to watch anything.

He yawned and wrapped one of his arms around me pulling me close again. “Okay, that was lame.”

“What?” He asked innocently.

“That is the oldest trick in the book, Rollins.”

“It worked, though. I got what I wanted.” He smiled smugly.

“You're such a dork.” I giggled at him pushing him gently.

“You like it though.” He kissed my cheek.

We sat there in silence for a bit. Seth started playing with my hair.

“What are you doing?”

“Sorry, it's just so soft. Everything about you is so soft.” He kissed my arm moving towards my neck. He gently pushed my hair to the side as he began to kiss up and down my neck nibbling every so often. “You smell good too. Like lavender.”

“Seth,” I moaned softly. I enjoyed his touch, but I was also nervous. I hadn't touched anyone else in so long and Seth was so different from Brock. His touch was gentle, not rough.

“I am sorry. I know you wanted to go slow, but I just can't help myself.”

“Seth, just kiss me.” He pulled away from me looking in my eyes for a moment, making sure I meant it. He smiled at me before he kissed me. He wrapped his fingers in my hair holding my lips against his. His other hand began to his way under my shirt.

He pulled away once his hand was on my bra. “Do you want to go further?”

I nodded catching my breath. “Yes.”

He smirked his hand moving to unhook my bra. He pulled off my shirt as he got my bra the rest of the way off. His kisses moved down to my neck to my breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth as he rubbed the other one than he switched to the other one. I moaned grabbing onto his hair. He kept moving his lips lower and lower down my stomach. Seth stopped at the top of my legging, kissing the stomach above the top before he pulled them down. He pulled down my panties right after. He begin to kiss between her legs.

"Seth," I moaned trying to pull him towards my entrance. He kept teasing though. Lightly licking my folds. "Seth please," I begged. He chuckled slightly before finally pushing his tongue into my entrance. I tighten my grip on his hair keeping him there. He moved up towards my clit, slipping two fingers inside me. As his tongue hit my clit, I felt my legs begin to shake already.

"Mm," Seth moaned sending vibrations on my clit. "You taste better than I ever imagined."

I couldn't help, but giggle a bit. He moved back up towards my lips kissing me. I moved my hands down to his already hard cock. I moved to pay him back for what he did, but he pushed me back on the bed.

He shook his head, "Don't worry about that right now. He grabbed my legs putting them over his shoulders as he pushed in. The breathe was sucked out of me. He started out slow to let me adjust, but as soon as I was ready he began to thrust in harder. I couldn't stop moaning his name as he continued to hit my g-spot.

"Seth, I am close." I breathed out.

His hand went down to my clit and began to rub it. "Cum, baby, I am right behind you."

My walls squeezed around him as I came on him. Screaming his name out as I did.

He pulled out soon after cumming all over my stomach. He laid down next to me out of breathe. "Damn that was amazing. Round two?" I shook my head kissing him.

----

I woke up the next morning in Seth's arms. I smiled as I looked over to a sleeping Seth. I kissed his head. I didn't want to move from his arms.

Suddenly I saw the time. It was eight in the morning, Fuck! “Fuck, Seth!”

“Give me a minute before another round.”

“No, it's eight. Brock is going to kill me.” I said rushing to get my clothes back on. I ran fingers through my hair throwing it back up. Seth didn’t say or do anything he just sat there. I sighed and walked back over to him. “I am sorry.” I kissed him. “I did have a good time,” I told him before I flew out the door in a mad dash for mine and Brock's room.

Once I got to the door, I stopped for a second to catch my breath so my lie would make more sense. I opened the door slowly trying to act normal. Nothing could prepare me to what I saw when I opened it. The room was destroyed. It looked like a hurricane had went through it. The paintings that had once hung on the wall were now on the floor. The glass in them cracked. The sheets were ripped off the bed and thrown out on the floor. The lamp was also on the floor with a broken bulb. Clothes thrown everywhere. “What the fuck?” I said. I moved towards to start cleaning it up.

“Look, who finally showed up.” Brock said his voice dark. “Where have you been?” He was standing by the door. His eyes were almost as dark as voice. His features calm though.

“I went to get something to eat.”

“All night?”

“I uh-”

“You didn't think I'd find out,did you?” He said getting closer. “I saw the way you looked at him.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don't even try to act all innocent.” He shook his head. “I saw how you looked at him.”

“Who are you talking about?”

“Finn Balor.”

I raised an eyebrow, “Why would you even think that?” I wanted to laugh at even the thought of Finn and myself.

“Did you not tell him good job after the match?” Brock was right in front of me looking down at me.

I rolled my eyes, “That's good sportsmanship.”

He smacked me across the face. “Don't you ever roll your eyes at me again.”

I held my face, tasting blood in my mouth. I opened my mouth to say something. I can't remember what. The next thing I know is a force is pushing me backwards against the wall. It the wall knocking my head hard. I fell to the floor grabbing the back of my head. His feet started to ram into me. The punishment for running off was already starting. I just took it. Not even bothering to fight back, it will hurt me more in the end.

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“Where did the bruise come from?” Seth asked when he saw a bruise on my back. We were sitting together backstage on Raw the Monday after Royal Rumble. We always met behind in most abandoned hallway we could find.

I quickly yanked down my shirt. “I fell in the shower.” I lied.

“Let me look at it.” I sighed turning around so he could look at my bruise. He touched it gently causing me to close my eyes to hold in a scream in pain. “This looks pretty bad, (Y/N). Maybe you should have one of the doctors check it out.”

“No, no, it's fine,” I said moving away from his touch.

“Is there something you're not telling me?” He asked. His arms were crossed his chest, his eyebrow raised.

“I uh it's not like.” I couldn't think of what to say. I was usually pretty good at hiding the bruises. He also hasn't been this bad since he got mad about his fight with Roman. After that fight, I didn't stick around Raw and just went straight home trying to figure out ways to end it. I never did though. That was back when the Brock I fell in love with still showed his face.

I sighed, I couldn't lie to Seth. “Brock found out I left the room last night. He thought I was with Finn and kind of freaked out.”

“Why did he think it was Finn?” Seth asked raising an eyebrow.

“I don't know. Apparently, I gave him a look after his match or something. Plus, I told him he did well.” I shrugged.

“Has this happened before?” He asked. I stayed silent looking down at my feet. I couldn't look him in the eyes right now. I felt like I would break down if I did.

That was enough of an answer for Seth. “I'm killing him.” He moved out of the hallway looking for one of the producers.

“What? Seth, no.” I said pulling him back. “You can't fight Brock because of me.”

“He can't just beat you like this and get away with it. It's about time someone taught him a lesson. He can't ruin the business and the girl I love. That's just too much.” He pulled his arm away from me. I wanted to try and stop him again, but he was too fast. His words still echoed in my head. The business and the girl he loved? He loved me?

---end of Flashback---

“(Y/N)? Are you there?” Seth asked snapping me away from my thoughts. I nodded. “Has he hit you again?”

“He's just been stressed with mania coming up.”

“Why are you making excuses for him? There is no reason for him to be hitting you.”

“I don't know.” I sighed. “It's just become...normal for me, I guess.” I looked down.

He grabbed my face making me look at him, “You deserve so much better than him.” He put a strand of hair behind my ear. “I wish you'd leave him”

“I already told you. It's not that simple. He would kill me and you if I even tried. I am lucky he lets me walk around freely after everything.” Til Seth came into the picture, I never thought of even leaving Brock. I believed his words that no one else would want after him. I actually believed I was  lucky he would want me. I was so trapped in the abuse and blaming myself that I never saw the light. Now, I got someone who loves me regardless of how broken I am. He doesn't care if I am dressed up with a full face of makeup or no makeup and sweats. Hell, he thinks I am more beautiful without it.

The problem was finding a way out. Brock wasn't going to let me go. I had tried it, but he caught me.

--flashback---

“Where do you think you're going?” He asked. Fuck.

“I thought you went to the gym.” I gulped. I gripped the handle on my suitcase tighter. I had everything ready to go.

“Their toilets flooded, so they had to shut down. Back to my question, where do you think you're going?” He stood up from where he was sitting on the couch and started moving towards me.

“Just out with some friends.”

“Funny, I don't think you need a whole wardrobe to go out with friends. You also need friends.” He leaned down in my face. “Now, maybe you want me to try that answer one more time.”

“It's not what it looks like.”

“Really? Because it looks like you are trying to leave me.”

“No, I-”

“You what?” He grabbed me by my throat. “Now, where did you think you could go? Who would have wanted a waste of space like you?”

I put my hands around his. Even though he wasn't squeezing yet, it would only be a matter of time. “I don't know.” It was a lie. Seth and I had made a plan. I would leave tonight, spend the night in the hotel, and he would get the money to get me a ticket to go to his house in the morning.

He chuckled, “You were really going to leave me with no plan. How are you going to pay for it with no money?”

“I could get a job.”

He laughed again, “Doing what? You have no skills. You haven't worked a day in your life. Before I came around you were mooching off your parents. Which sad to say, you can't even do that again since they want nothing to do with your ass.”

“I will figure it out.”

He clicked his tongue, “I guess you could make some good money with your pretty little mouth of yours.” He moved his hand up to my face grabbing it.

I moved my head from his grip, smacking his hand away. “Fuck you, Brock.”

He pushed me against the wall hard. “You are nothing without me. No one else wants you.”

“Someone might.”  I tried my best to make my voice strong. His words still were ringing in my head.

“You're just full of jokes tonight, aren't you?” He sneered. “You actually think someone would want someone like you.”

“You seem to think so. You thought I was off with Finn.”

He rolled his eyes, “Finn Balor is a joke.”

“Than why were you scared of him? Why were you scared I spent the night with him?”

“You really are trying to test my patience today.”  He put his hands on the wall around me to block me from worming my way out. “First trying to leave, now all this back talk.” I could feel his hot breath against my face. I wanted to make eye contact with him. Make sure he didn't think I was intimidated by him. It was hard though. My eyes fell to the ground fast. I hated looking in his eyes more than the fact it scared me. It also hurt to see nothing of the man I once fell in love with. Just a monster. A beast. I felt like it almost hurts more than the beatings to have the man you thought loved you want to destroy everything about you.

“Nothing left to say, huh? Such a shame.” He shook his head at me. “Now,” he grabbed me by my hair. “You know what happens when you disobey me.” He dragged me down the hallway by my hair.

“No, please, Brock, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to try and leave. I don’t know what I was thinking.” I talked fast getting scared. I knew what was coming next and it terrified me.

“Oh trust me, after tonight you will be sorry.”

--end of flashback--

I blinked back tears, “Seth, how is this ever going to work? He will kill you if he finds out what we been doing.”

“Don’t worry about me. I got it covered. Just worry about you.” He just held me tight for a moment kissing my head over and over again. “I am going to make this right. When is Brock’s promo?”

I looked down at my watch, “Sometime after nine, I think. It is after the tag team match. Why?”

“Just watch the screen like you always do. Make sure though after this happens you keep your phone near you.”

“Seth, what are you going to do?” I asked worriedly.

“Just watch.” He told me, kissing the top of my head once more before he walked away.  

----Later that night---

I watched the screen just as Seth had instructed. I sat on the edge of the seat though chewing my nail. What the hell was going through his head?

Paul was talking about how Brock was going to beat Seth and how that wasn’t a prediction, but a fact.  Blah Blah, blah. I could care less about the boring shit Paul had to say. It was all a bunch of bullshit anyway.  

BURN IT DOWN

Seth’s music began to play as he walked out from the gorilla. My heart began to race as soon as I saw him come out. He had a mic in hand ready to speak. “Brock, so glad you are actually able to make it to work. I was starting to worry.” Seth chuckled. “Look, all of what Paul was saying might be true. Brock has done some great things in his life. The keyword is “has”. I have done some great things to. But nothing will be as great as when curb stomp you into the ground and take that belt back.” The crowd roared with cheers. Seth began to make his way down the ring. “You see, Brock, the locker room isn't the only ones sick of you. No, no, the audience is sick of you. They are sick of seeing your face with the belt plastered everywhere, but never seeing you do a damn thing to prove you deserve it.” Seth took a  as he climbed into the ring. “You know who else is sick of you. Some of you all may have forgotten by now, but Brock has a girlfriend. Shocking I know. She is actually good-looking too. (Y/N), right?” Seth asked looking at Brock. Brock's face was deep red. His eyes were slits glaring down Seth. I had seen that face on Brock before. Seth had struck more than a nerve. He had struck several.

“She's here isn't she? But not near the ring? Or even in the gorilla? She used to be at least in the gorilla, but now she hides backstage. See even she is done with you. That's why at Mania. I am not only taking the belt back, but I am taking your girl.”

[lockdownuk]

Lockdown Diary Part 6

A personal account during the lockdown in the UK due to the Covid-19 outbreak.

23/03/2020 8:30pm Boris Johnson, UK Prime Minister, gives a live address to the nation to, effectively, put the country on lockdown to stem the spread of the deadly coronavirus strain, Covid-19.

Many of us have been self-isolating for days but this latest development within the UK in reaction to the pandemic feels very serious and very scary. I decided to keep a simple diary and where better but online.

Day 151: Great hour or so last night around Foggy’s. When I got home I watched World War Z and some stand up by Nate Bargatze and drank and smoked loads. Today, I got up just before 2pm and felt soooo unmotivated. I was going to have a day of doing fuck all but had a change of heart around 7pm so did my stair climb then walked for over an hour (7km) and got home at 9:30pm!

Day 152: Typing on day 153. I popped up and saw Foggy last night. One of the reasons was I wanted to take him a beer to say thanks for looking over my mitigation statement for my impending court hearing for speeding. He liked what i wrote but has given me some key amendments. Basically free solictor advice and I am very grateful. While there he hit me with the news that Ham’s sister, Preeya, has died (last Friday 14th August) from Covid 19. To say i was gobsmacked is an understatement. She was 49. The family could only talk to her over a loud speaker and had to say good bye that way as her life support was swithced off. Fucking hell, it’s terrible. And, what makes it worse, is how complacent I have become about the disease while it’s causing so much tragedy. As I said to Foggy, it’s important to renew our efforts in combatting this disease so that Preeya’s death at least means we learn. I also feel guilty for not realising that many people have passed like this - just because I (sort of) knew Preeya doesn’t mean I shouldn’t feel any less sorry for the dozens of people dying and many more affected everyday. My emotions are in turmoil and yet I’m not directly affected.

Day 153: Typing this on day 154. Gone midday before I woke up. Beers in the evening and watched Den of Thieves. Great film.

Day 154: Woke up at 2:37 pm FFS. Just done a walk and I feel like shit (booze induced).

Day 155: Went to bed at about 4am yesterday but was up at 10am today so, usual Monday correction of sleep patterns. Two long walks today plus a little housekeeping on photos, sharing to the Oundle chatter group, so, quite constructive. Hoir chat with dad plus a chat with a recruitment agemt about a helpdesk manager role in Peterborough.

Day 156: Typing on Day 157. I saw Karen sitting with TTP (and two others I couldn’t make out) at the T&K on my second walk. Why does that piss me off so much? I am being like Jack in Midnight Run. I need to let go.

I am also getting wound up with Tumblr - I can only make entries on this diary blog on the PC - when I try on the Android or Apple apps, they pop up with ‘post too long’. Trying getting info from Tumblr’s online help on that though - fucking not happening. I think I might move this to a Google Blog...it’s not like anyone else reads it. I’m not sure I’d want that - it’s far more a private diary now rather than the cute ‘blog’ idea it started out as. It is now a disciplinary exercise more than anything.

Day 158: Feeling less sorry for myself now. It’s 10pm and I am having a midweek beer as I wait for tea to cook.

Day 159: Decided I will split this diary into 30 day sections to appease Tumblr. My second walk today was at 8pm ‘cos it was pissing down from about 4pm ‘til 7:30pm...very dark and so wet. Home by 9.15pm.

Day 160: I went shopping in Corby (Tesco and Asda) - I only really went so I could get blue eggs. £75 on booze! I was going up to Fog’s tonight but at around 6pm it started to piss down. So, I shall drink at home. It’s 9.15pm, I think it’s going to get messy.

Day 161: Not sure when I wnet to bed last night but I didn’t get up until 2pm. Nice long walk (9km) in the rain!

Banners and Sam G went to London to have a few with Andy P. I’m a little flabbergasted, it’s like there’s no Covid19 all a sudden.

Day 162: Bank holiday Sunday so I am having a beer or two. Tea’s cooking, gonna watch The Accountant on BBC1 at 10.30pm. Today I got up at 1.55pm and managed to have a shower and be downstairs to see the start of the Belgian GP. Hamilton won, pretty easily. I then did my stair climb and a 9.8km (6 mile) walk.

Last night I watched a rather quirky, entertaining comic horror film called Ready or Not and then Ricky Gervais - Fame. That’s the tour I saw him live after seeing Henman’s final tennis match at the Davis Cup at Wimbledon. Bloody funny - the recording could even be the show Karen and I were at. Bed at around 5am, hence not egtting up ‘til way past midday!

Day 163: Bank Holiday Monday, just like a Sunday. I am making this entry on my phone as I'm now able to due to breaking up the diary blog into 30 day sections.

Molly's Game, a film I've tried to rewatch several times but it's never been free, is on BBC2 tonight. I'm recording it right now but actually watching Seinfeld from the start on All4. The first couple of episodes are a bit ropey if truth be told. Luckily, I know it improves.

Day 164: Managed to get hold of Michelle via her daughter Daisy to place a nice big order for C. Just as well ‘cos Tim’s ignoring me!

Rang and spoke with Barry Haddon today to check he’s OK.

Day 165: Picked up C from Michelle’s in Yarwell. While there I was mauled by her over friendly Staffordshirebull terrier getting bit on the thigh. Twice in six months I’ve been bitten by dogs.

Karen WhatsApp’d to see if I’d seen Miley Cyrus on the Live Lounge!

Day 166: Forgot to say that yesterday, I also bumped into and chatted with Pete Gilder. We mainly talked about (getting caught) speeding.

Today I did over 22k steps and I am fucked. 

I replied to an email from Shirley at work HR. After the furloughed staff call on Thursday, which I didn’t attend, they want us to cash in some (more) hoilday, which is fine by me, but I have also asked if we are any clearer as to what happens on 1st October, when the rentention scheme ends. I await her reply.

Day 167: Another 20k stpes today. Just 24k needed to have completed 1m steps since the start of July.

It’s Friday, about 9.45pm. I’m going to watch Molly’s Game and have a few beers.

Day 168: Got up at just before 2pm. It’s now 10.15pm and I am just having my first beer, Today was a lazyish day, completed 12k steps.

Day 169: Completed the 1m steps with 24 days to spare. Woohoo. Now, I am unsure whether to reduce the walking I have got so used to doing? I think I might keep up an average of 11k steps a day which is all I would have needed to accomplish to reack 1m in 3 months.

I’m pleased I did it today since I :went to bed a nearly 5am this morning!

Day 170: Actually typing this on day 171. Feels weird having done the 1m steps, almost like I’ve nothing to do. However, I am of course going to keep walking but not quite as hard/much. I did feel liek I was walking myself into the ground all in the name of finishiong the task ASAP. So, today I only had one walk, did 11,5k.

Yesterday’s Italian GP was a cracker. Hamilton had a penalty and ikt ended up with Gasly winning. Full of incident including a red flag so the race ‘restarted’.

I completely forgot ot make this entry on the correct day?

Day 171: I have decided to press on with the walking - not quite so urgently as before - to see what I can achieve steps-wise in 3 months. So, today, an unusually hot day for September, I did 18k steps plus cleaned the bathroom, hoovered my room and stairs and hallway. I am fucked!

Today I have bought a set of smart scales and a new pair of Skechers. The Skechers were almost free (£69 reduced to £30ish which I had in Paypal) and the scales were £20. Still, I shouldn’t. I don’t know what will happen at the end of October when the CJRS ends plus I don’t know what punsihment will be dished out, any day now, for the speeding offence! Fuck it!

Day 172: An eventful day. Boris has restricted gatherings to no more than 6 people and will use ‘Covid Marshalls’ to police this. It’s causing a stir amongst the online community. I have set up accounts with Gurushots and Picfair to showcase my snaps. The latter offers the opportunity to sell them. I watched Anchorman 2. It was pretty good. I also postd on the Oundle chatter group about walking in front of a car the other day - the driver, a yound lady, was enchanting the way she just smiled and let me pass - I used it as an opportunity to ask about George Higgins saving a child from near death at the hands of a lorry, the post about which has disappeared.

Day 173: Lots have seen my post re: my car incident but the bait hasn’t been taken.

Sarah Haines made a nice comment about my photo posts on the Oundle Chatter group also saying that she doesn’t know me but, it turns out she does. She is James Watson’s ex from when I first moved to Oundle so we caught up on Messenger.

Rachel Harris posted a meme slating Boris about the fact we were all encouraged to go out and about (inclding the Eat Out to Help Out scheme) and now we are being sent back to ‘our room’. Some of the comments continue to slate the government. I couldn’t resist commenting that, had the royal ‘we’ maintined social distancing and remembered there’s a fucking pandemic, perhaps we might not be under impending severe lockdown, as it now looks like. I also mentioned photos I have seen (one posted by Rach herslf) whereby you could be mistaken for thinking that there isn’t a pandemic. I have finished the comment with a line about we can only blame ourselves, not the hapless government! I wonder what reaction that will get!

Day 174: Scales were delivered today. If they are accurate I am a little over 11 stones, from 12st 7lbs before lockdown. Can’t quite believe it. I have a yearly diabetic review with Lynne in October so i can check then. If the scales are wrong, I’ll be livid on 2 scores!

Friday night beers as I type. Been looking forward to them since last Saturday!

Day 175: I do not trust the new scales. I get a different reading each time I step on them and by 10-12 lbs. Fucking things. Boots arrived today - they’re going back as well. Footy season started today. Posh lost away to Acrrington Stanley. “Who are they?”

Day 176: The GP was reflagged again today (a new track at Tuscany. A red flag two races on the trot is most unusual. Hamilton won.

Day 177: I managed to get the scales working. I’m pretty much the same weight I was prior to ld (about 12.5 st). This leads me to believe that if I wasn’t doing all the walking I am, I would be as fat as a fucking house. On that note, Google Fit is playing up. It loses the step and heart point count for each walk (although the workouts retain the route map info) Wtf?

I think K and TTP might be a thing from a post I saw on FB whereby some chap (who I don’t know) commented on TTP’s post that it was nice to see him and K. Kinda gutted if it is true but I shouldn’t be. That’s all I will say on here.

Day 178: Jim contacted me today to let me know he’s leaving RCI. He was quite secretive about why and what’s going on but, there it is. He went on to say that HR will be contacting me shortly to call me back from furlough. Sueanne is taking over as team leader but that’s temporary. and that they will most likely promote from within. I struggling to think what it would be like if Mark was boss! The way RCI are and how disjointed it is with Jim as boss, I shan’t take it as read until HR do contact me. Also, I dunno how I feel about it...I have got so used to not working. But, and it’s a big but, I doubt I’ll have a job after the retention scheme finishes so, if this does pan out, it’s good. I’ll be back to job hunting while in a job, as per before the pandemic.

Also, I received an email letting me know the punishment for my speeding offence was 6 points and a £233 fine, plus costs (£90) and victim support (£34), £357 in total. More than I expected. But, no ban, so I’ll suck it up. 

Day 179: Having midweek beers. I'm in that sort of mood.

Day 180: I WhatsApp’d Jim to let him know HR haven’t contacted me. His garbled response went from telling to give them a shout and let them know he is leaving, to which I asked ‘don’t they know?’, he then said hold fire (on Sueanne’s instruction) and she has said for me to sit tight and then, finally, that HR will contact me! Fuck knows what’s going on! I had a diabetic review with Lynne today. When you go to the surgery you have to let in, which I was by Keren. It was nice to see and chat with her. She is back with Ronnie which was news to me. Then Lynne came and got me. It was nice to see and chat with her also. She weighed me and I’m 12st 3lb. Apparently in Jan last year I was over 13st!

[pug-bitch]

That’s not why I’m going (24)

I can’t believe we’re alone

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Drake Walker x Amara Suarez

Rating: some foul language, some extremely suggestive, and a VERY steamy scene. This is absolutely NOT appropriate for people under 18. 

Word count: 4,875 (let me know if the ‘keep reading’ cutoff isn’t working well!)

Notes: This picks up right after Drake and Amara take off for the cabin in Portavira, starting with Maxwell’s POV.

*****

‘Alright Amara, that sounds good. Yep, you two get some air, ok? We’ll be fine. No, no, don’t worry about us, I promise, Bertrand and I are gonna take good care of Hana. Love you, see you tomorrow!’

Maxwell hangs up, and turns to Bertrand and Hana, seated on his left in the towncar.

‘Are they ok?’ Hana asks.

‘They’re fine! They’re going to Jackson’s cabin in Portavira until the event on Monday. Amara needs a breather, and I think Drake too.’

Bertrand nods. Maxwell had expected his brother to protest, but ever since they’d talked about their father together, something in him had changed. ‘Then they need to do what’s best for them,’ Bertrand chimes in, surprisingly.

Max is taken aback, but he smiles at his brother. ‘Yeah. That being said, Drake wants to grill tomorrow night and he invites us over, that way we’ll be that much closer to Penelope’s estate.’

‘Oh my God that sounds great!’ Hana says excitedly. ‘I can’t wait to see the cabin!’

Max glances at his brother, who is suddenly looking out the window, his lips pursed. ‘Bertrand, Amara said you’re invited. Come with us!’

His face lights up, and Max’s heart sinks. How many times had he excluded his brother, simply because they didn’t have the same notion of fun? Bertrand clears his throat and says ‘I unfortunately cannot. I’m, um… I have to meet with Prince Liam tomorrow in the late afternoon. About Father and how to go about it.’

Max nods. He and Bertrand had discussed the matter, and both agreed that it was time to stop the blackmail. But first, they needed to talk to Liam and make sure they did it right. After that, they would find a time and a way to openly discuss their father’s secret with the court, and the country, which would allow them to both stop paying off Albert --and, most logically, to let him go--, and to advocate for LGBTQ rights. Max had suggested that they give the money that served to buy Albert’s silence to an association. Bertrand had loved the idea. Of course they wouldn’t be able to do it every month, but once in a while was important.

Max was not surprised that his brother was supportive. Ever since he’d told him about their father’s secret, Maxwell couldn’t stop thinking about the year he came out as bisexual, to both his dad and brother, when he was 18. He was terrified of their reaction, but Bertrand had been nothing but supportive, and although talking about it made him blush, he even encouraged Max to bring his girlfriends or boyfriends home as he pleased. Their father simply gave him a pat in the back, and told him this only sentence: ‘You are who you are, son, in the privacy of your own life.’ Max had always thought it was because his father did not want a stain on their reputation. But now he knew he was hurting from his own lie and simply didn’t know how else to deal with it.

As a result, Max never really came out publicly, just to his friends, and whenever he dated men, he did so in a discreet manner, avoiding the spotlight. With his party boy reputation, he was sure that, if he was ever caught by a photographer kissing a man, it would just be shrugged off as ‘Maxwell Beaumont is so silly! He kisses boys when he’s drunk, what a scamp!’

Max didn’t care, though. His friends knew him, he knew himself, and that’s all that matters.

But maybe this was the moment? Maybe not. If he came out publicly now, some old school, ignorant bigots would probably claim that queerness is hereditary, and that would hurt the cause more than help it. Maybe he’d be public about it one day, but not now. He didn’t feel the need to, anyway.

Max was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even notice that they had arrived at Ramsford. It would be weird to be here without Dramara. In such a short time, Amara had become so important to him, like a sister, the sister he never had. Funnily enough, if he had had one, he would have never been able to sponsor Amara for the competition, and the rest is history.

‘Are you alright, Maxwell?’ Hana asks sweetly.

He squeezes her hand and responds, ‘Yes hun. I’m glad you’re here. Let’s go have fun!’

*****

Olivia looks at her phone. Her fucking phone, the origin of all this bullshit. A text from Amara, after dodging about 4 calls from her. She wasn’t the worst person to talk to, far from it, but Olivia just didn’t feel like talking right now. Still, she opens the text.

Wanna come to Drake’s cabin tomorrow night for a barbecue? You can stay over, the whole gang is coming. Please, Liv?

She rolls her eyes, but quickly responds.

Yes. Stop harassing me, I’ll come.

The dots appear, and soon another text.

Ok, I’ll leave you be. Just please tell me if you’re ok, and please promise you’ll call if you need anything.

She rolls her eyes again, but deep down, she’s grateful that someone’s in her corner.

Yes and yes.

Without giving Amara any more time to respond, Liv throws her phone at the bottom of a drawer. She doesn’t want to see it right now. She hates to admit it, but the perspective of slumming it in a dirty cabin tomorrow is refreshing. She needs out of this mess, even if it means staring at Walker’s antler collection.

As she’s about to get into more comfortable clothes, she hears a knock. ‘Liv? It’s me.’

Liam. Just who she doesn’t want to see.

But she’s gonna have to face him at some point. ‘Come in.’

As he carefully enters her room, she corrects her posture, and makes a point of maintaining eye contact with him. Fake it til you make it, right?

‘How you holding up?’ he asks, while closing the door behind him.

‘I’m fine.’

Was she, though? She’s not ashamed of having casual sex with a hot man who happens to work for her, not at all. She’s not one to be bashful about those things.

No, that’s not what’s bothering her. She saw Liam’s face fall when he opened his envelope. She saw the disappointment. So sure, she could be mad at him for taking her for granted all their lives, and for holding up to a double standard. As Amara pointed it out, he’s upset at her banging someone else when he has a literal litter of women pursuing him? That’s not fair.

But she knows he knows. She knows he realizes why she’s banging Ilya.

To forget him, to pretend that everything is ok, even if he doesn’t choose her, even when he doesn’t choose her.

That’s not how a Queen would deal with things.

‘Liv, tell me the truth. We both know you didn’t do anything wrong, but it can’t be easy, having your private life broadcasted like that--’

‘I’m fine, Liam,’ she repeats, her tone as cutting as possible.

Liam throws his hands in the air and responds, ‘Alright. Whatever you say.’ He gestures to the ottoman next to her bed, and raises his eyebrows at her. She nods, and he sits down. ‘I, um… I’m sorry that happened, for what it’s worth. I’ll do whatever it takes to find who did this.’

‘Liam, we both know who did this. Madeleine.’

Liam nods. ‘She’s part of it for sure. But I discussed it with Drake and Amara, and they both agree that she couldn’t have done any of this alone. Logistically, it’s not possible.’

‘No shit,’ Liv says. ‘Ask yourself the right questions, Li.’

‘What do you mean?’

She sighs. ‘Just be careful who you trust.’

He nods, visibly not comprehending everything. ‘You’re right.’

She can tell he’s watching his mouth around her, he’s tiptoeing around the problem, and it kills her. Fuck it, she thinks. She’ll just ram right into it.

‘Not much of a royal attitude I have, huh?’ she asks bitterly.

Liam chuckles, and looks at his feet. ‘I don’t know why you’re saying this. You can do whatever you want, and in fact, you know as well as I do that many nobles are not monogamous, so…’

‘But they don’t really fuck the help, do they?’

She didn’t mean to sound so condescending. That’s not her. She doesn’t look down at commoners the way that Neville does, for instance. But it just came out of her mouth before she could stop herself. She’s not going to correct herself, that’s not her either.

‘Liv, I don’t judge you. I promise. You and I never established--’

‘Yeah yeah, I get it, we never had anything worth keeping. Now please get out, I’m tired. I won’t join for dinner, but tomorrow I’ll be at breakfast. Bye, Liam.’

He opens his mouth to respond, but quickly gives up, sighs, and heads towards the door. ‘See you tomorrow, Livvy.’

As he closes the door, tears flow to her eyes. He hadn’t called her that since childhood, since their sleepovers. ‘Night, Livvy,’ he would say, while they were counting the stars on his bedroom ceiling.

No, she won’t cry. Not today. She can still breathe.

*****

Drake can already feel himself relax as they’re getting closer to the cabin. He can tell that Amara is relaxing too, judging from the way she started to chat excitedly once they were about half an hour away from the capital.

‘Look at these birds, Drake! So pretty!’

He turns his head towards her, and smiles upon seeing that she is peacefully smiling at the fauna they are passing on the country road. Part of him was scared that she wouldn’t enjoy the countryside, what with her being a New Yorker, but he can see that he was wrong.

‘I hope you like the cabin,’ he says. ‘It’s very remote but it has everything we need.’

She nods. ‘Of course I’ll like it! I’m not in a state of mind to complain about the lack of wifi, believe me. I’m excited to get away!’

Drake chuckles. ‘Heh, there’s actually wifi in there, you know. I’m there quite often and I like being able to watch movies and TV shows. So you see, it’s more modern than you thought already!’

She smiles and takes his hand, placing it on her thigh where she grips it tightly. ‘Thank you for taking me, Walker. It’s exactly what we need right now.’

‘You’re welcome, it’s literally my pleasure. I’m looking forward to just us.’

‘Me too. Just us, no talking about anything upsetting, ok?’

He nods enthusiastically. ‘Absolutely. No investigations, right?’

‘I’m putting all of this on hold, I promise,’ she responds. ‘Can I just ask you something, one last thing, before we get there?’

His heart tightens. ‘Tell me.’

She sighs deeply. ‘Do you think our friends are ok? I think Hana is, but Liv? Max and Bertrand after all the talk about their father?’

‘I think so. Max is stronger than you think. It may look like Bertrand is the rock of the family, and in a lot of ways he is, but Max is emotionally very strong. Healthy emotions, no repression.’

Amara nods. ‘I see that. I just…’ she shakes her head and stays silent.

‘What babe? Tell me.’ He squeezes her hand.

‘I know Max had a complicated relationship with his father, and he told me that when he came out to him, Barthélémy’s reaction was...underwhelming. Now that we know what we know, there’s definitely a lot to unpack there. I wonder if Max needs to talk about it. I just want to be there for him the way he was for me. For us.’

There it is. Amara is such a good friend, she tends to put herself second, Drake knows that about her already. ‘You are there for him, Suarez. You’re just taking an evening off. We’ll see them tomorrow. He’s not alone.’

He’s squeezing her hand still, eyes on the road. He doesn’t want to look at her, because if he does right now, he may never look away again. His hand feels warm, entangled with hers, and he has trouble defining what he feels. Warmth, happiness maybe. A furious need to be there for the woman he loves and admires so much.

A ravaging fear of letting her down.

*****

‘This is amazing, Drake,’ Amara whispers as they both walk into the cabin.

She takes it all in; the wood panels, the rustic, simple furniture, the smell of fresh air and lavender. She noticed tons of lavender everywhere in the front yard as they got out of the car.

‘Really?’ he asks, visibly nervous.

She knows he has always compared himself to Liam, and that he has an inferiority complex. She just has no idea why. No one could look at this amazing man and think he’s inferior to anyone.

She has just walked in, and yet she feels a thousand times more at home here than she has ever felt in the palace. Or even in her own apartment in Brooklyn, which had always felt like the wrong place. The only place she had ever felt this way about was her parents’ house in the Philadelphia suburbs. A small, modest house, but in a nice neighborhood, and with a huge backyard where she and Sergio would run around when they were kids, and later on, lay in the sun with books and drinks. Their dad still lived there with Nancy, he never had the heart to sell it, and probably never would. When you lose so many people, you want to hold on to the feeling of truly belonging somewhere. That house was like a family member.

That’s how she feels now. Like home.

‘Yeah, really,’ she replies, a little twinge in her voice. ‘I love it.’

Drake rubs his neck awkwardly and smiles at her. ‘Do you want a tour? I’ll give you some toiletries and maybe some clothes until Max brings your stuff. Sav still has a room here, and lots of things in her closet.’

Amara nods. She closes the distance between them and grabs Drake’s hand. ‘Thank you,’ she whispers in his ear, before kissing his neck. ‘I’m not sure we’re gonna need clothes, but ok.’

Drake’s face breaks into a wide grin, as he captures her lips into a deep kiss. They both lose themselves in the moment and Amara feels her head spin. She throws her arms around him, and he pulls her closer.

‘Fuck, I can’t believe we’re alone,’ he whispers, his voice raspy.

Amara has to stop herself so as to not rip off his shirt. After all, this is the finest denim, it should be treated carefully. With shaky hands, she impatiently unbuttons it and throws it on the ground, before pulling off his T-shirt. She’d missed feeling him close to her. Ever since the wave of paranoia, they had barely had the opportunity to be alone, and even when they were, they had to be careful.

No more being careful here, though. Drake responds by unzipping her floral dress and letting it drop to the floor, without ever interrupting their kiss. She can feel his hardness against her, and she can’t wait any longer to set it free. Her hands explore his stomach, then venture south where they undo his belt and unzip his jeans. Amara can’t help but let out a moan upon touching his big, hard cock. She wants it, she wants him really badly. She pulls down his boxers, and lets her hands roam all over his naked body.

He guides her to the kitchen island, a square, wooden cabinet on which Drake hoists her up swiftly, still kissing her. Once she is seated, he spreads her legs open with a movement of his knee, and Amara feels her core burning. She grabs his cock in her hand, drawing a low groan from Drake, and proceeds to pull her own panties to the side. He stops her in a swift hand motion, and pulls down her underwear so quickly that a yelp escapes her mouth.

With one hand on her pussy, he unhooks her bra with the other, and then caresses her breasts softly and lovingly. Amara can’t take it anymore, she’s so wet that she’s worried she will flood the island. ‘Fuck me,’ she whispers. ‘Please.’

He slides two fingers inside her at once, and explores her core in circular motion. She moans tirelessly, hungry for more.

‘You’re so wet,’ he whispers into their kiss.

‘I want you,’ she groans, impatient. ‘Now, Drake, please.’

But he continues to tease her clit with his thumb, his index and middle fingers still inside her. She bucks her hips and grinds his hand, moaning louder and louder. His impossibly hard cock is resting on her thigh, and she feels him getting impatient too, as he pushes himself closer and closer to her. Finally, he puts his tip on her entrance, and Amara can’t help herself but moan loudly in relief. She needs him now, why is he making her wait?

When he pushes himself into her, he lets out a long and deep groan, as if he had been waiting to enter her for hours. She would like it to last, she really would, but she is so close to orgasming from the anticipation, and she knows he’s close too. Too bad, she thinks, they’re gonna have to do it again later and savor the moment more. For now, she wants him to fuck her senseless.

*****

They had come together and it had been mind blowing. Still giddy and shaky from the orgasm and the closeness he had shared with Amara, Drake poured two whiskeys and smiled as he watched her put her dress back on.

‘You look beautiful,’ he says.

‘You look beautiful too, Walker,’ she responds playfully.

He walks towards her and kisses her on the lips as he gives her a glass of whiskey. He felt totally relaxed. Not to mention it felt good to be as loud as they want. No more muffled sounds, no more stress about who might hear. Over here, no one could.

Even the location of the cabin was pretty secret, as it was not on an official road. You’d need to know where to go. Max knew, of course, and so did Liam, but that was about it. Drake wasn’t even sure if Liv had ever been here.

‘Do you want to go sit in the backyard?’ he asks.

She nods, excited. ‘Yes! Let’s enjoy the sun.’

They had to wipe down two chairs; Drake hadn’t been at the cabin in a while and everything was covered in pollen outside. He couldn’t stop smiling, he was simply loving life too much right now. What more could he want? He was away from everything, with the woman he loves.

‘What’s up with the goofy grin, Walker?’ Amara asks cheekily.

Drake chuckles. ‘You know exactly what’s up.’

‘Oh, you’re feeling smug because you drove me crazy and made me wait forever?’ she responds with a grin.

‘Heh, I have no idea what you’re talking about, Suarez.’ He takes her hand and kisses it. ‘It’s just that… you know.’ She raises an eyebrow, prompting him to continue. He obliges. ‘I love you.’

Her face lights up. ‘I love you too.’

They sit outside, side by side, their whiskey in hand, for a while. Then, Drake breaks the comfortable silence. ‘I didn’t even give you a tour.’

‘I saw the kitchen island, that’s all that counts, right?’

He laughs. ‘Do you want to see upstairs? It’s not much but…’

‘I’d love to see upstairs. Let’s go.’

He guides her to Sav’s room first, and shows her to the clothes she’s welcome to borrow. She looks at the framed pictures of the two Walker kids, tracing the frames with her fingertips, not saying a word. She stops at a group photo, including a younger gang: Max, Drake, Liam, Kiara, and Savannah. ‘Wow,’ she says, ‘you know this pic is old when Maxwell doesn’t have his hippo tat yet!’

Drake laughs heartily. ‘Exactly. We were kids.’

‘You were cute. Very broody. Just like now…’

He shows her his bedroom next, the same one he lived in on weekends when he was young. He changed it all though, he didn’t keep it intact the way Sav did. He wanted this place to make him feel like an adult, unlike his room at the palace, which made him feel like a teenage mooch. He’d thought of taking the master bedroom in the cabin, now that his dad had passed and his mom was back in the States. But he couldn’t bring himself to move in. Couldn’t get past his dad’s lingering presence, which made him ache still. So, he had turned his teenage bedroom into something more adult, with fewer posters and more artwork, a bigger bed, better sheets, and even a loveseat for when he wanted to read in the evenings.

‘Drake, this is beautiful,’ Amara whispers. ‘Very nicely decorated, and so tidy. I’m impressed.’

‘Did you expect a bachelor pad?’ he asks, a smile on his face.

She laughs. ‘Not really. I know you’re tidy. I just expected something different. More of a time capsule, less of adult you.’

He nods. ‘I do what I can.’ He smiles at her and wraps his arms around her. ‘The bathroom is next door, feel free to take what you need. Mi casa es su casa, ok? I’m gonna go to the store to get some food for tonight and tomorrow. Any requests?’

‘Just one,’ Amara responds, her face lighting up. ‘Can I come with you?’

*****

Olivia had ventured out of her room right before dinner to get some food. She’d thought of asking Ilya to bring her some, but she didn’t feel like talking to him today at all. He’d called her several times, but she didn’t pick up, so he’d sent her many apology messages. She’d reply another time. She didn’t want him to feel guilty about something that had never been wrong to begin with.

She wasn’t even hungry, so she’d pecked at her food while she was watching Killing Eve on her iPad. Something about assassins helped her relax.

When she heard a knock on her door, she debated playing dead. She was sure it was Liam again, to try and convince her to come down for dinner. She was in no mood to talk to him again.

‘Liv, it’s Rashad.’

She sat up, startled. She and Rashad were far from being close, but they respected each other, and enjoyed each other’s company at official functions, as two cool, cynical people. Maybe he wouldn’t be annoying, who knew. So, for some reason, she went and opened the door.

‘Hey Liv,’ he says nonchalantly, ‘can I come in? I come bearing gifts.’ He holds up a plate of pastries and a bottle of vodka.

‘Fine,’ she responds coldly, even though the sight of the vodka made her heart skip a beat. She was almost out of scotch, so this was good timing.

He closes the door behind him. ‘I won’t pry, I won’t ask questions. Let’s just gorge on éclairs and drink the entire bottle of vodka. Ok?’

She takes one too many seconds to respond. ‘It’s 7. You should be at dinner.’

He shrugs playfully. ‘Eh, I’m not in the mood. All of the interesting people are gone someplace or other tonight. I was starting to regret staying at the palace, but then I remembered that at least, one interesting person remains. Hidden, here, in your lair. So, here I am.’

Liv represses a smile. ‘Fine. But we’re watching my show.’

‘What is it?’ he glances at the screen. ‘Oh, Killing Eve. Love it. Do you have any glasses?’

Olivia nods. ‘Yes. Glasses are over there. Make mine a triple.’

*****

‘We have to buy these. Oh, and these!’ Amara gestures at all kinds of cheeses.

Drake laughs, ‘Hey, hold on, we’re gonna need a bigger basket if you continue.’

She pouts, ‘But the cheese… we can’t get anything that good in the US!’

‘Ha, I know. Alright, let’s take it all. If you and I don’t eat it, Max will tomorrow.’

Amara was delighted. Sure, it was a simple grocery store, about twenty minutes from the cabin, still in the middle of nowhere in Portavira. But that’s exactly what she loved about it. No frills, no court, no bodyguards, no one watching them, just Drake. She was dying to do more normal people stuff with him, was aching to get away from it all. She was still feeling guilty about leaving Max, Liv, and Hana when they needed her, but the guilt was starting to fade away as she felt more and more comfortable in this new, amazingly simple routine with Drake.

He’d chosen fish fillets for tonight, that he would bake in the oven, accompanied by rice and vegetables. She was enjoying looking at him, at how happy he was, conceiving a menu and describing to her how he would cook the ingredients. He also picked up hamburger patties and sausages for tomorrow’s barbecue, as well as some crudités and snacks. Eggs for breakfast, bacon, fruit. He was thinking about everything.

‘Do you want me to make a dessert for tomorrow?’ Amara asks.

‘If you want to, that would be great,’ he smiles as he’s putting peaches in his basket.

‘I could make a pineapple cake,’ she says excitedly.

‘Sounds awesome.’

She kisses his cheek, excited to be a part of the hosting process, even though she is fully aware that Drake is enjoying himself doing all the prep. She can’t help but imagine what life could be like if they just escaped court, and had a regular job, without any blackmailers or sneaky bodyguards. She lets herself dream for now, because she knows in a couple of days, they’ll have to report back to Penelope’s, and by next weekend, Liam will have chosen a Queen. Amara tries to chase all stressful thoughts from her head. Maybe everything will fall into place, that’s what she needs to hold on to.

*****

‘The sexual tension is phenomenal,’ Rashad murmurs, absentmindedly biting into a small puff pastry.

‘Shh,’ Liv says, ‘you’re misreading the show, so shut up.’

Rashad scoffs, and pauses the video, to Olivia’s dismay. ‘Hold on,’ he slurs, already drunk after three very generous shots of vodka, ‘are you telling me you’re not watching this for the character interactions?’

Liv rolls her eyes. ‘No. That’s unimportant. What matters is the murders, Rashad.’

He giggles. ‘Oh, Nevrakis. You are definitely something.’

She tries to stop the smile from reaching her lips, but she can’t this time. The vodka, the sweet, sweet murderous TV show, the pastries, and Rashad’s comforting presence are making her feel warm inside. She almost presses play, but hesitates. Finally, she says, ‘Thanks for coming tonight. I, um. I thought I needed to be alone, but I appreciate the support.’

He nods, finishing his shot in one gulp. ‘Of course. It’s appalling what they’re doing.’ He puts a hand on his mouth. ‘Sorry kid. I said I wouldn’t talk about it.’ He makes a zipper gesture on his lips.

Liv sits up. ‘No, it’s fine. I started talking about it. You can. I’m an idiot who fucked her bodyguard and sexted with him, please chime in.’

Rashad grabs the vodka and pours a shot for Liv, and one for himself. ‘No, you’re not an idiot. In fact, I think you’re as far away from being an idiot as humanly possible, you know. The blackmailer, that’s an idiot. Or several idiots. Like, outing a person? That’s fucking horrible. That can ruin a life. And then what, broadcasting nude pics of someone else?’

Liv laughs. It’s funny how she never stopped to consider how Ilya felt about his penis being printed and distributed to everyone. She’d have to check in with him later. ‘You’re right. Thankfully for him, he’s well endowed. Otherwise it could have been embarrassing.’

Rashad laughs earnestly. ‘Right? I mean come on, the people responsible for this shit are really backwards. They think being gay is a scandal. They think casual sex with the bodyguard is a scandal. You’re above that, Liv. And if that whole thing prevents you from moving forward in the competition, well you deserve better than this country. Than--’

‘Than Liam?’ she interrupts.

Rashad falls silent for a few seconds. She caught him off guard. ‘That’s not what--you know I meant no disrespect. I know you two have history.’

She nods. ‘You know Amara, right?’

‘Yeah. The American woman, very nice. Spoke to her before brunch.’

‘She agrees with you. She thinks I deserve better. I never stopped to think about it in those terms before she mentioned it. And now you mentioned it.’

‘Again, Liv, I meant no disrespect.’ His words aren’t slurred anymore. Olivia can tell he feels bad, and it sobered him up.

‘No worries. I’m starting to get it.’ She chugs her shot, and gestures for Rashad to pour her another, which he does.

‘Cheers, Nevrakis,’ he says, raising his glass.

‘Cheers.’ She turns off her iPad. She needs something else right now, something to keep her mind off of all the shit that’s happening. She thinks of Little Beaumont and his answer to everything. She shrugs. Maybe he had a point. No harm in trying, right? ‘Hey Rashad, wanna play Never Have I Ever?’

*****

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08

Chris:

One Weeks Later:

Miami: Monday May 21, 2018 8:25 PM

I have one pissed off female sleeping in the room next door to mine, and a jealous female sleeping on my couch and here I am trapped in my room in the middle of it all too damn afraid to go face either of them.

After the weekend in Fort Meyers, I came home to a literal shit show. We couldn’t see Em, our court date was postponed, stormy bailed on my ass because of how sick she was, and on top of it all she was offered the job at her interview and was expected to start two days later so I had to make the best out of my weekend on my own. I thought I would live on that high forever hearing that I would start off the next NBA season as pro.

As soon as I got home though, Mimi was begging me to come back. Literally begging me. And, of course, Stormy was on my ass about the whole situation because of course, she didn’t want Mimi anywhere around... So, here we are in this big ass mess. The first night Mimi crashed on the couch, she threw an entire pity party because she saw Stormy in my bed. And, because I told Stormy that we should respect her feelings and sleep separately now she’s royally pissed off at me making it all the worse.

“Knock knock” Mimi called out poking her head into my room “I’m going out for a few drinks. Will you make sure the door is unlocked for me?”

“Can’t you just use your key?”

“Oh..” she giggled “Duh. Sorry. I guess it’s just a new found habit since being at Deja’s.”

“Yeah, alright. Well be careful.”

As soon as I heard the front door close behind her, I was up out of my bed and on my way to Stormy’s room. I missed being around her, and I was tired of her being mad at me. I gently pushed open her door and quickly closed it behind me. I followed the sound of the shower running and quickly stripped to join her.

“What do you want, Chris?” she muttered as I stepped in behind her.

“To be around you. Baby, I miss you.” I admitted snaking my arms around her. She turned to face me with a plain face “I missed the lips.” i muttered kissing her frown “Quit being mad at me baby.” I pleaded 

“Fine.” she took in a deep breath as her face turned a slight green “I need to get out before I empty my stomach in here.”

“You’re still not feeling well?”

“No. It seems like I feel worse as each day passes.”

“Well, let’s wash up and get in bed so I can make you feel better.”

“Sounds good.” she sighed “But, I have to get ready for work.”

“Work? Now? It’s almost nine?”

“Yeah. I know. I work the bar shift tonight. Nine til two.”

“Man.” I sucked my teeth and stepped back from her “I really don’t like the idea of you out here serving these drunk, sloppy ass niggas.”

“Chris.” 

“Na, I’m serious. I’ll be there at two to get you.” 

“Alright, alright.”

She washed up and was quick to get out but I stayed in a little longer and enjoyed the hot water. When I finally got out, I saw her standing in front of the mirror primping herself. It was cute, and it definitely brought a smile to my face. But that smile quickly faded when I saw the shorts she was wearing. I wanted to give her a piece of my mind knowing damn well she shouldn’t be around them scummy ass drunks in tight clothes like that... but I knew it was a fight I wouldn’t win so I let it go and left her alone to finish getting ready. 

Stormy:

Later in the evening:

The thought of how much I loved my job crossed my mind frequently every day but even more so tonight as I stuffed twenty after twenty into my apron. I’ll admit to myself, but never out loud to Chris, it was difficult to deal with the pervs, but most nights I just dealt with it. It was a lot easier than you think when you get those big bills as a reward for just doing your job and being pretty. Talk about easy money.

“Storm, go ahead and give the last call and wipe down. You’re free to go. Great job tonight. There may be a lot more bar nights for you in the future.” 

“Thanks.” I smiled wide as I wiped down my area and made sure all the glasses made their way back to the dish pit. “You heard ‘em boys, wrap it up. Last call. You don’t gotta go home, but you cant’t stay here.”

When I saw that it was almost 2:30 as I was clocking out, I put some pep in my step and rushed outside...I was really surprised that Chris wasn’t there. I hadn’t realized how tired I was until I sat down on the curb and felt the relief on my feet. Before my eyes passed twenty, and then thirty minutes, and at that point I was just aggravated. Why promise me you’ll be here just to leave me hangin? I gave up on waiting and called for an Uber and thankfully, I was home in less than fifteen minutes. The house was so quiet when I walked in, I figured he’d just fallen asleep on accident so I quickly changed from my work clothes and tip toed over to Chris’ room, but to my surprise his door was locked. I knocked lightly a few times and I was surprised once again tonight to see Mimi poke her head out

“Hi sweetie.” she whispered “What’s up?”

“Baby, what are you doing?” I heard Chris call out

I felt a burst of range roll through me and busted the door the rest of the way open sending Mimi to the ground with an over-dramatic shriek. When he saw me standing there his face dropped.

“Screw you Chris!” I spat

“Stormy...”

He called after me but I ignored him. I didn’t want to hear anything else either of them had to say. I locked my bedroom door and crawled into bed with tears falling down my face, and before I knew it I was sobbing into a drenched pillow.

The next times my eyes opened, it was almost three in the afternoon. I wanted to hide out in bed all day until I had to work but I desperately needed advil which just so happened to be in the kitchen drawer. It sounded fairly quiet out there so I made a rush for it. Just as I was walking though the living room, I heard their voices raise from the kitchen.

“Mimi I don’t know why you’re so damn pissed at me!” Chris snapped “You knew she and I were messing around”

“But you said you wanted to be with me again!”

“Dammit I do!” Chris huffed “She had fair enough reason to be upset last night! It all caught her off guard. It’s not my damn fault she barged in and pushed you. Besides, you’re just fine.”

“Are you seriously sticking up for her right now? You know the damage she could have done Chris!”

“Mimi she doesn’t mean anything to me! Okay! She was just a hook up. Nothing more. I will talk to her later and explain.”

“You promise?”

“Yes baby, I promise.”

I hurried back to my room and sat there too afraid to move. I felt like the next move I made my heart would break into a million pieces and it was making me sick to my stomach.I felt like I could hardly breathe. I barely made it to the bathroom as my stomach was turning on me. After emptying my stomach for the third time, I heard Chris walk in behind me.

“Stormy, are you okay?”

“Get out! Get away from me Chris!:

“Stormy...” he sighed “Can we please talk?”

“Talk? You wanna talk? Okay. Let’s talk about how you left me stranded at work at two thirty in the morning! All alone! Mind you, right after you preached to me about how worried you were for me to work that shift. And then, to come home and see that? I don’t think we have anything else to talk about Chris.”

“Please...”

“Then what!?” I snapped “What else could you possibly have to say to me right now?”

“She’s pregnant, Stormy. Mimi’s carrying my child.”

“What?” I shouted

You have got to be fucking kidding me!

[caramara3]

What I want (EXPECT) from the WWE IN 2018:

Better booking for Finn Balor

Bobby Roode to become United States Champion

A legit feud for the US Title between Roode and Corbin

Kevin and Sami getting a run as Tag Team Champs

Better booking for Finn

Shinsuke vs. AJ for the WWE Championship

Brock Lesnar to drop the Universal Title before Mania

Finn getting either a run as IC Champion or finally getting his rematch for the Universal Championship

If Samoa Joe wins the IC title on Monday, have him in a title feud with Finn

For them to stop FUCKING around with this Shield bullshit reunion and stop adding replacements when someone gets sick or injured

Heel Sasha

Asuka to win.... EVERYTHING

I said better booking for Finn right?

That blonde thing to just GO AWAY

Make the first Women's Royal Rumble really good and not bullshit

For Dean to come back and automatically get his Tag Title back from Jason Jordan

And if that doesn't happen, he turns on Seth and they feud up til Mania

GIVE FULL CREATIVE CONTROL TO TRIPLE H ALREADY!!!!

LET'S ADD SOME MORE!!! LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU WANT (EXPECT) FROM THE WWE IN 2018!!

[imsarabum]

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Anonymous said: OH MY GOD IT WAS SO GOOD!!! I may or may not have laughed when she said “it’s Dracula,” but I can’t wait until the next part! There’s something about your writing that draws the reader in, and I feel as if I’m really in the story. You describe things in such a way that it’s like it’s happening to me, and I’m feeling the same things that they’re feeling in the story. You’re so talented and I hope that, if you enjoy it, you never stop writing because you’re so amazing at it.

Ahhhh thank you so so much! It’s so good to hear that you can really feel all the emotion as if you are truly there. You’re so sweet and kind and yes, I really do enjoy writing so I won’t be stopping! haha thank you for reading and messaging me too :)

Anonymous said: Oh dear I’m not gonna survive the next chapter am I? Please have mercy and don’t kill me entirely, you’ve already done half the job in this chapter

Hmmm I wonder c: hehe thank you so much for reading and despite being half dead, I hope you enjoyed the chapter!

Anonymous said: WHY DO YOU DO THE THINGS YOU DO!? DO YOU KNOW HOW AMAZING YOUR STORY IS!? DO YOU KNOW KNOW HOW MUCH STRESS AND PTSD IT GIVES!? THIS IS AMAZING AND THE CLIFFHANGER AND EVERYTHING JUST URGHHHHHHHH

I apologise for any stress and PTSD caused! D: You’re welcome for the cliffhanger :P It seems I’ve caused a little distress with it - whoops :) hehe thank you so much for reading the chapter!

Anonymous said: Omg just read the new chapter and I don’t know how u do it. I literally felt like I was feeling her every emotion, like seriously you should have seen me, I was shaking in my chair from the anxiety! I love your work and will continue to follow you and read everything you write!! LOVE YOU XXX

Awww poor babe but I’m glad I could make you feel the emotions she was feeling in the chapter! Thank you so much my love and I greatly appreciate that ^^ I love you too!!

@omelys-space said: OH MY LORD THINGS WILL GET REAL NOW !!! Holy Shit I am so excited 😍 And Jungkook is such a babe man I wish I could date someone like him such a gentleman  Protect your girl!  So cute and Taehyung and Jimin just yes 😍 Thank you for this update it is amazing and a huge thank you for updating every week ❤❤❤❤

I know right when will I ever had a protective Vampire boyfriend to keep me safe from evil Vamps like Yoongi :c hehe~ Thank you so much my love and I’m so happy that you enjoyed it!

@semisweetsuga said: AAAAAAAAAAA THAT WAS. SUCH A GOOD CHAPTER I’M DECEASED AHHHHHHHH

HELLO KOTO THANK YOU BABU I’M HAPPY THAT YOU WERE THOROUGHLY SHOOK

Anonymous said: OK I’VE JUST FINISHED IT AND OMG CAN YOU NOT WHY DO YOU HAVE TO LEAVE IT ON SUCH A CLIFFHANGER although on a calmer note I’m so so so happy we’re now getting to the actual climax of the story 🎉🎉 - silent anon (cont.) Aside from being more-hyped-than-necessary for next week already, I also can’t wait to see how the rest of Jungkook’s family are going to react to OC calling Yoongi ‘Dracula’ - silent anon (not so silent anymore) (cont.) Also Happy Valentines !!! And I want to second what jiminiespinkie was saying about you being better that many published writers - she is 100% correct, you’re such a good writer you could honestly just get a writing career right now. I hope you were just being modest when you said you’ve got a long way to go before publication, and that you’re well aware of and are completely confident in how good of a writer you are - silent anon (So sorry for the spam, I keep forgetting to add things 😷)

You think this is the climax of the story?….that’s…interesting. c: Thank you so much for reading and I hope you’ll enjoy next weeks as much as this weeks! And yes, Happy Valentines Day to you too (even tho it’s not Valentines Day any more now but I still got a lot of love to give lol) And in regards to the publishing idea, I HAVE looked into different options, but tbh it makes me so anxious haha. Like, it feels really pretentious of me to actually charge money for people to read what I write. Like real talk, I would feel really weird asking people like even for £1 for a book lol but who knows what will happen in the future. Maybe you’ll see a published author called Sara Eren in 10 years time or something haha. Thank you so much for your lovely and encouraging words, they really made me happy and I smiled so much ^^ You’re so wonderful!

@jauntyjin said: I CABT FUCKING WAIT U TIL NEXT TUESDAY TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS

YAY I HOPE YOU’LL ENJOY NEXT WEEK’S UPDATE TOO! :D Thank you so much :D

Anonymous said: Happy Valentines Day Sara! ❤️ Your writing is something I live for, and I’m so blessed you’re blessing us with a new chapter of “I Won’t Stop You” on this day ✨✨

Happy Valentines Day lovely anon! You’re so welcome and thank you so much for reading it in return ❤️

@moonlighthollow said: Ok first of all I’m SO impressed on how well described &matching(if that’s even a word to describe someone idek😂) your characters are,i mean i can totally imagine taehyung being like this even tho he isn’t gay(･ิω･ิ)but his behavior, the way he talks &the way you describe his expressions are SO on point idk if that makes any sense😂besides of that i love this story so much i think it’s my fav. Story of all so far cause it’s so well written &researched😍& OMG I’M DYING YOONGIS PART IS NEXT OMFG

I’m really happy to know that you think everything is well described ^^ Don’t worry, it makes perfect sense! I understand completely what you’re saying hehe ^^ Thank you so much my darling and I hope you’ll like next week’s update too! :D

Anonymous said: Oke-No. I’m not okay. You know, I’d want to hit u, but that’s not nice and u are SUCH AN AMAZING WRITER. So I’ll just go into cardiac arrest until next monday. Bye.  R.I.P

Pls don’t hit me I’m very small and unaggressive and I’d probably cry my eyes out lolol Thank you so much! I’m really glad you liked(?) the chapter haha! Thank you again my love ^^

@wonderful39530 said: If I could have a pic that could express how I’m feeling about chapter 18 on I Wont Stop You lets just say it’ll be all over the place!! I LOVE LOVE LOVE IT!!!!

Awwwww thank you so much babe! Thank you for enjoying it and reading it, that means so much to me ^^ Stay awesome my dear!

@hayley797-blog said: You killed me.You killed my non existent heart.I wish you could update sooner I can’t wait a whole week…but I guess I just have to wait.Omg I loveee your stories

I apologise for killing you *tries to bring you back to life) haha :c I wish I could update more often too but it takes time to write each chapter unfortunately! Thank you so much babe, I’m so happy that you’re enjoying it!

@fashionkilla124 said: THATS IT IM SELLING MY SOUL TO KFC FOR 5 DOLLARS I CANT NOOO YOONGI WHY

NO DON’T SELL YOUR SOUL TO KFC. SELL IT TO ME INSTEAD. ;D

Anonymous said: Ah I love your writing! Do you know how many chapters might be in IWSY so I know the date I will die? Fighting!

Thank you so much darling!! And no, I’m sorry but I have no idea how many chapters there will be!

@audreymv said: IM NOT READY OMG WHO JUST WALKED IN???? Omg i am on edge and like beautiful. Your writing makes me want to cry and i might just like how. You are so amazing Sara. How dare I not read this for 1 week like. This is my favorite series and you are one of my favorite writers, too. Why are you so amazing. Just i am so overwhelmed. Like please let something not go wron

YOU DON’T KNOW WHO JUST WALKED IN??? xD Ahhh don’t worry about not reading for one week, it’s okay! You can always come back to here because it’s not going anywhere! Thank you so much my love, you’re so sweet and lovely to me and I really appreciate it more than I can describe ^^ Thanks for reading and I hope you’ll enjoy next weeks’ chapter too! :D

Anonymous said: And yet again you slayed me with your amazing writing skills, seriously, you never fail to make me happy every single thursday -cat anon

Hello Cat anon! Yay, I’m so happy it slayed you hehe~ ^^ I’m so happy I can make you happy every single week and I hope I can continue to do that for you as the story continues as well! Thank you so much my dear :D

Anonymous said: I’M MAD AT YOU BUT I REALLY LOVE YOU AT THE SAME TIME BUT LIKE SERIOUSLY YOU CANT JUST END THE CHAPTER LIKE THAT BC AAAHHHHHSMJISMID. IDMMXKSM C M J. SKAK,SMIC. IWSY IS GREAT KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK

PLEASE DON’T BE MAD AT ME ;; It seems I’ve caused a few people some distress with my cliffhangers once again, but…it’s fun :P I’m innocent I swear! heheh thank you so much for reading the chapter my dear it means a lot to me!^^

Anonymous said: hOLY FREAKING SHIT. THAT ENDING WITH THE GUYS (Yoongi, Jhope, Rapmon and Jin right?) LEFT ME DYING I WANNA KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT OMGOMGOMG I HAVE TO WAIT ANOTHER WEEK??!?!?!? I WONT SURVIVE I HAVE TO KNOWWWWWWWW

DING DING DING WE HAVE A WINNER! lolol c: You’ll have to survive another week to find out my love, but thank you so much for reading and I hope you’ll enjoy it again next week! :D

Anonymous said: OMG THAT CHAPTER I’M CRYING IT WAS SO GOOD also I’m a Lil confused so like what must one do to become a full vampire?? Like what was it that made jimin so relieved?

Thank you so much my love! And in regards to Jimin, I guess you’ll just have to wait for the story to explain as the chapters continue! Sorry, no spoilers ;D

Anonymous said: FUCK👏 ME👏 UP 👏WITH 👏THIS👏 NEW 👏CHAPTER 👏 Like I swear whenever Jungkook gets all playful I DIE! And that Yoongi reveal at the end literally is so great to the plotline. I swear you are one of the best writers out here and thanks for taking your time with such a masterpiece 😊

Yessssssss I’m so happy to know that! And ikr right? Playful and flirty VampKook got me feeling so hmhmmgkflmgspg lolol c: Thank you so much for your wonderful words, they mean the world and more to me, you have no idea ^^

Anonymous said: Your fanfic is amazing, I really love your writing, pls write some smutty blood sucking thnk u <3

I may or may not have a Jackson Wang oneshot Vampire!AU planned in the future~~ blood sucking smut included heh~ But you didn’t hear that from me! c: Thank you so much my love ^^

Anonymous said: SARA NOOOOOOOO. WHY YOU DO THIS?? I’ve been literally dying for jungkook to tell y/n what he really is omg I wanna know what’s gonna happen to them. AND NOW YOONGI SHOWS UP?? AND SHE RECOGNIZES HIM OMG. CRAP IS ABOUT TO GO DOWN. PLUS I WANNA KNOW WHAT Y/N IS OMGOMGOMG STAAAHHPP. How are you such a good writer omg.  - 7:45 anon

Hello again 7:45 anon! I’m so happy to know that I caused you a great deal of panic with this chapter :D hehe~ Thank you so much for reading and I hope next week’s update can evoke the same feelings, too :3 I hope you’re having a great week!

Anonymous said: SARA!!!!!!! HOW COULD YOU STOP THERE OH MY GOD!!!! I FEEL LIKE MY HEART IS GONNA BEAT OUT OF MY CHEST PLEASE TELL ME WHATS GONNA HAPPEN!!! IT WAS ALL GOING SO WELL AND THEN BAM THE D R A M A ABOUT TO UNFOLD

It’s always most calm before the storm c: Hehe I hope you enjoyed reading the chapter and thank you so much for reading it! ^^

Anonymous said: Tuesday is so far away 😩. How could you end it there oml. This is not a cliffhanger if I’m being thrown over the edge already. Great job great job. Tuesday can’t get here fast enough

Awww I’m so sorry my lil babes :c *pulls you off the cliff* it’s okay~ hehe Thank you so much and I hope that you’ll enjoy the next chapter!

@sehkii said: ooomg i love i won’t stop you sm and the way you right just??? blows my mind??? likE HOW??? i love how you’ve kept us on edge with everything going on and i think i figured what the mc is? at least what she can do? i mean you basically put it out there in the newest chapter but i’m pretty sure the mc speeds up the vampire transition time? aND THE REASON YOONGI WANTS HER IS TO CREATE AN ARMY OF VAMPIRES TO GET BACK AT THE JEONS??? THis is my theory but honestly i’m ready for anything fuck me up

Yes - it certainly appears that it is one of the powers that her ‘condition’ is made up of. But, I wonder if there is a deeper reason or meaning to it? Hm? c: Your deduction is clever and on the right path, so thank you for being so observant and picking up on that aspect, it makes me smile so much as the writer to see that :D Thank you also for reading it and messaging me afterwords with your theory, I enjoyed it quite a lot ;D hehe^^

Anonymous said: IM JUNGSHOOK. CHAPTER 18 GOT ME ALL THE WAY F***ED UP (excuse my language) LIKE EVERYONE IS LIKE 'Aye party lit af’ then it’s like *doors swing open* 'omfg ashdvnglf he’s arrived* and I’m just sad and lonely and upset but still extremely happy and in love with you. But like why you do dis. We have to wait a whole week to see what happens next. I love you 💜 ~LilKookie Anon

Hello LilKookie anon! LOL AYE PARTY LIT AF hahaha I laughed too much at that - why did I imagine Namjoon screaming that when I read it? xD Please don’t be sad and lonely, I’m always here for you ^^ and I love you too! Thank you so much for reading it and enjoying it my love, it means a lot to me! ^^

Anonymous said: Hey, I just wanted to let you know that your fics are still part of my self care routine. It’s Tuesday nights now :) Love your writing!!! - self-care anon

Hello self-care anon! Long time no talk my dear, how are you keeping? Have you been taking care of yourself? I hope so! And YAY I’m so glad I can still be a part of your self-care routine ^^ Thank you so much my love!

Anonymous said: I. AM. SCREAMING. OH MY GOSH. When she started chatting with the family I thought “oh man, what if Suga comes.” AND THEN AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. NO NO NO. Lolol Serrena super confused though. “what’s wrong wth the human???” Wow. You can’t just end it there!!!!! Wow. I am, wow. WOWOWOWOWOWOOWOW. Help. #IWSY

Lol yes! Because Serrena has no idea that the reader even knows who Yoongi is! The only people who know of her past thus far is Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin bc of the Montgomery’s essentially fucking up and not realising that there was a young girl being left without parents too…:c Thank you so much for reading the chapter my love and I’m so happy you enjoyed it!

Anonymous said: OH SHIT ALL HELL WILL BREAK LOOSE. THEY WERE GONNA TELL HER WHAT THEY WERE BUT FUCK YOONGI WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUNGKOOK WILL KILL YOU ALL THE JEONS REALLY. JUNGKOOK MUST BE SO CONFLICTED LIKE KILL YOONGI OR STAN WITH YN TO PROTECT HER. AND YN OH SHIT SHE IS GONNA PISS HER PANTS, FOR A GOOD REASONS. SARA I’M FUCKED UP SHIT OMG NO THIS CLIFFHANGER WRECKED ME I’VE SAID I NEED TUESDAY TO COME BUT NO NOW I REALLY REALLY NEED TUESDAY TO COME OMG POOR YN. JUNGKOOK FIX IT TTUTT OMG I’M SCREAMING SARA AHH

I APOLOGISE FOR WRECKING YOU WITH THE CLIFFHANGER BUT LETS BE HONEST YOU SHOULD EXPECT THAT FROM ME BY NOW ;D lolol Thank you for reading and again I apologise for any distress I caused with the cliffhanger muhahaha c:

@coppertopging said: AHFBEKDIVHNEKSIFNGNEKWFHRJR!!!! YOU ARE THE QUEEN OF CLIFFHANGERS!!! WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!??! *proceeds to ugly sob* i don’t like you right now…

*bows* yes, that I am ;D PLEASE LOVE ME I PROMISE I’M NOT THE EVIL CLIFFHANGER QUEEN I CLAIM TO BE :c lolol But…I hope you enjoyed it? xD Thank you for reading my love ^^

Anonymous said: HOW DARE YOU YOONGI OMG

*shakes fist* DAMN THAT RASCAL

Anonymous said: SARA I LOVE  YOUU THANK U SO MUCH FOR TGIS SERIE OMG THIS SO GOOD I NEED A DRINK

I LOVE YOU TOO AND YOU’RE WELCOME THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING - also, I take no responsibility for driving anyone to alcoholism due to my stories :x

@fragmentedxmemory said: OMG I Won’t Stop You is an AMAZING story!!! Holy cow so much emotion in the last chapter!!! I’m in love with this story and I’m in love with your writing talent. Keep up the great work and can’t wait for part 19. 😍😍😍👌🏽👌🏽

Hello lovely! Thank you so much for your wonderful words, and I’m so happy that you’re enjoying the story so far ^^ Thank you for reading and I hope you’ll enjoy the next one too!

Anonymous said: Jungkook: talks about how precious the reader is to him  Me: *is a crying mess*

Fun fact; my mum reads these chapters before I post them and she was a crying mess at that part. She thought it was so endearing of him to say and it made her very emotional aww c: Thank you for reading my dear!

@jynxy24 said: NEWEST CHAPTER MADE ME- URGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I couldn’t wait for school to be over. Hahaha, I’ll have to study for an exam now, thanks so much for this amazong chapter, Sara! ^^

Ahhh Jynxy thank you so much for reading babe! I hope you can study well but don’t overwork yourself either! I hope you do well in your exam my love :D

Anonymous said: I LOVE THIS CHAPTER SO MUCH I’M SCREAMING - wedding anon

HELLO MY LOVE THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING I’M SO HAPPY YOU LOVED IT :D

Anonymous said: (IWSY is amazing my every message is by default talking about that haha) ANW thanks to you Sara I actually looked into got7 and Guess who just found a new bias 🌚 Choi youngjae 💙  -eggyook anon

Hello eggyook anon! Thank you so very much for reading the chapter and enjoying it ^^ You’re so awesome! AND OH MY GOD REALLY THAT’S AMAZING YES YOUNGJAE IS SUCH A PERFECT RAY OF SUNSHINE HE WILL FILL YOUR DAYS WITH ENDLESS LAUGHTER AND RADIANT LIGHT you made an excellent choice c: I’m so happy you could look into them because of me, that makes me so so happy c:

Anonymous said: IM SCREECHING YO THAT CLIFF HANGER THO HOW DARE U. THIS SHIT REALLY BUTTERS MY EGG ROLL U KNOW. IM SO HYPE FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER OML. I WANNA CRI FML. Also ilysm and I hope you’re happy and healthy ok bye 💕

“That shit really butters my egg roll” I’M FUCKING DYING NO STOP I LITERALLY PEED NO I HSDBGSKJDNGSN oh ym god i can’t breathe that fucked me up I’m using that in my own life now thank you so much for this eloquent expression LOL thank you so much for reading the chapter and I love you too! I hope you’re having an amazing week and I hope you are also happy and healthy my dear ^^

@cynicalspacehoe said: Oh. My. God. Chapter 18 had me extremely shook to say the least. Amazing job as always!

Thank you so much my dear I’m so happy you liked it! ^^

Anonymous said: Omg I.. The newest chapter of IWSY was amazing! It made me feel all kinds of things. I was so happy and nervous and terrified (and aroused) when the protagonist was feeling those things. UGH. YOURE AMAZING.

Yay I’m so glad you could feel all those wonderful things :3 YOU’RE EVEN MORE AMAZING thank you so much for reading it my love ^^

@ineffabl-y said: EVERYTHING CONNECTS AND MAKE SO MUCH MORE SENSE I’M SCREAMING AHHHHHHHHH🤸🏿‍♀️🤸🏿‍♀️🤸🏿‍♀️🤸🏿‍♀️

Yes yes yes everything will connect and things will all start to be revealed c: Thank you for reading honey! :3

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rules - answer and tag 20 people :)

i stole this from @mildlincrs :) tagging anyone who wants to do this!

last:

1. drink - mint tea! (with honey, so yummy *u*) 2. phone call - my best girl @barefootjezebel 3. text message - my coworker miyah! 4. song you listened to - EXO’s Power 5. time you cried - Monday night! 

have you:

6. dated someone twice - like dated, broken up with, and then dated again? no. but i’ve been on 2+ dates with the same person before :0 7. kissed someone and regretted it - nope! though to be fair i’ve only ever kissed someone once 8. been cheated on - yes-ish? i was not technically cheated on bc i found out that my partner was LOOKING for someone to cheat with and i broke up with him then so :/ 9. lost someone special - yes 10. been depressed - i have been since i was 13! 11. gotten drunk and thrown up - no

3 favorite colors

12-14: turquoise, royal blue, orange 

in the last year, have you:

15. made new friends - yes 16. fallen out of love - no 17. laughed until you cried - yes! 18. found out someone was talking about you - ohhhhh yes 19. met someone who changed you - yes! 20. found out who your friends are - Y. U. P. 21. kissed someone on your Facebook list - no

general:

22. how many Facebook friends do you know in real life? probably 90%? 23. do you have any pets? yup! my kitty named Izzy :) 24. do you want to change your name? i wanted to when i was younger but never settled for what i would change it to. i’m more okay with it now. 25. what did you do on your last birthday? i worked (and the kids surprised me with a cupcake and singing happy birthday), i went out to dinner with my current crush and we walked around a park. 26. what time did you wake up? 6:15 a.m.! 27. what were you doing at midnight last night? sleeping! 28. name something you can’t wait for: Saturday! I can sleep in and marathon the X Files.  29. when was the last time you saw your mom? Monday! They were in town to see me, I wish I could see her more often.   30. what’s one thing you wish you could change in your life? i wish i were more confident/bolder. i’m a lot stronger now but i’ve always been very shy and very self-conscious.  31. what are you listening to right now? dan’s last live-stream 32. have you ever talked to a person named Tom? i’m sure i have 33. something that is getting on your nerves - some anxiety i’m having due to insecurity 34. most visited websites - facebook, youtube, 8tracks

random:

35. mole(s) - one! 36.mark(s) - so many @.@ 37. childhood dream - forensic scientist 38. hair color - dirty blonde/light-brown 39. long or short hair - long-ish 40. do you have a crush on someone? yes i do!!!!  41. what do you like about yourself? i stand up for what’s right and i am a hardworker. 42. piercings - none 43. blood type - no idea oop 44. nickname - kit kat, katizzle 45. relationship status - single 46. zodiac sign - leo 47. pronouns - she/her 48. favorite TV show - Fargo, Ghost Adventures, X Files 49. tattoos - nope, but if i still want the one i was thinking about in march of next year im gonna get it!!! 50. right or left hand - leftie! 51. surgery - nope 52. hair dyed in different color - i wish i could :(  53. sport - dance! and i want to learn tennis and get back into volleyball 54. was missing from the previous person’s post 55. vacation - i want to go back to europe so badly :((((( 56. pair of trainers - trainers.... are shoes? right? 

more general:

57. eating - bread and brie! 58. drinking - water, mint tea 59. i’m about to - set up my queue for my aesthetic blog (@amberstiara) 60. mood: sleepy, fine 61. waiting for - water to heat in the kettle! 62. want - to laze around and watch x files 63. get married - only if it’s financially beneficial to me or gets me dual citizenship 64. career - juvenile probation, opening a studio, or becoming an author, and i’ve been thinking a lot about podcasting/documentaries??????

which is better:

65. hugs or kisses - hugs 66. lips or eyes - eyes 67. shorter or taller - i am a sucker for every height 68. older or younger - ???? probably older? i’m very young so people younger than me are like... teens..... 69. movies or books? fuck. fuck. i love both of these things so much. what the fuck. 70. nice arms or nice stomach - i was gonna say stomach but i just keep thinking about the biceps of a certain ghost hunter and i have to go with arms. im sorry abs.  71. sensitive or loud - sensitive?? loud maybe if its about passions or something??? 72. hookup or relationship - relationship, i’ve never had a hookup :0 73. troublemaker or hesitant - hesitant. i’m the troublemaker. (i’m lawful good)

have you ever:

74. kissed a stranger - no 75. drank hard liquor - no 76. lost glasses / contact lenses - no but i’ve broken them lmao 77. turned someone down - yes. so many times. so many creeps. 78. sex on the first date - nope! #asexual 79. broken someone’s heart - probably, but i tend to get weird stalkers so 80. had your heart broken - yes!  81. been arrested - not yet 82. cried when someone died - yes 83. fallen for a friend - hhhhhh yes

do you believe in:

84. yourself - yes and no. usually no but fake it til you make it 85. miracles - somewhat? not especially 86. love at first sight - nooooo 87. santa claus - nope 88. kiss on the first date - MAYBE, i’ve never been that into someone on a first date

other:

89. favorite book - Crime & Punishment 90. current best friend’s name - Rachel, Ben, William <3 91. eye color - blue/grey 92. favorite movie - too many to count god pls talk to me if you wanna talk movies