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sexvimpulse · 4 years ago

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Elias: These girls bore me. [Snarls in irritation to Toussaint] Bring me someone different. All of them look the same to me. [Scoffs as he’s only been entertained by inexperienced 20 year olds] I want someone who knows what she’s doing. [Sticks his tongue in his cheek]

Vivien: [Is spoken to by Toussaint and is told to entertain the young heir. She saunters into La Soif, spotting him from a distance. She knows of his selfish, arrogant behavior and is usually bothered by it but doesn’t let it appear] Laisser. [Tells the girls as she stares down at him, a coy smile on her lips] Bonjour, Monsieur Elias. [Speaks charmingly] I’ve been told that you aren’t enjoying yourself. [Takes the seat next to him, crossing her legs] Why is that, Monsieur?

Elias: [Lips part as he sees her, thinking she’s exactly who he was looking for] Bonsoir, Belle. [Bites his lip as he stares at her, already feeling so much more pleased to have her] Comment tu t’appelles? [Tilts his head] You are exactly what I want. [Grips her face and leans in, staring at her mouth but he doesn’t quite kiss her yet]

Vivien: [Grabs a cigarette from her purse, lighting it before inhaling the smoke and blowing it out slowly] Je m’appelle, Vivien. [Smiles sultrily at him, drinking in his features. She gazes at the shape of his jaw and the way his eyes pierce into hers] And what exactly do you want, Monsieur? [Traces the shape of his jaw with her fingertips, surprisingly attracted despite how young he is] You want someone who knows what they’re doing, am I correct?

Elias: I want someone like you. [Growls as he looks at her] Oui. That’s it. [Bites his lip] Puis-he avoir un baiser? [Pouts] I want you.

Vivien: Many want someone like me, mon amour. [Enjoys the possessive look in his eyes, wanting to test him] Mm. If you want a kiss then take one. [Leans in as she places her fingertips over his lips before pulling back to make him chase after her. She gets off the couch and beckons him with her finger] Tell me, is it only my lips that you want? [Looks at him over her shoulder, making him follow her down the hall]

Elias: [Bites his lip and smiles as she tells him to take one. He closes his eyes and licks her mouth open before kissing her deeply] I want everything, Mon Belle. [Growls as she excites him so much] I have a suite reserved. Would you accompany me tonight, Madame? [Takes her hand and kisses her hand]

Vivien: [Takes pleasure in having him chase after her, finding amusement in it after being used to having to take care of much older men] I would love nothing more. [Speaks coyly as his kiss leaves a tingling sensation on her flesh] Would you be able to handle a woman like me? I’m not like this young little girl that you’re used to.

Elias: [Beams as she agrees, his sharp teeth showing with just how pleased he is] Oh I'll handle you, mon belle. [Bites his lip as he gets up and offers her his hand, he takes her up to the suite] I want you to know I have very specific kinks.. [Chews on the inside of his cheek as he pulls some rope from his bag] Is that okay with you?

Vivien: [Hollows her cheeks as she sees his charming smile, sensing a devilish charm in it as his fangs appear] What a lovely suite, Monsieur Elias. [Looks around and makes herself comfortable before raising a brow at him] Oh? And what might that be? [He has her attention as he grabs his bag. Seeing the rope she smiles coyly at him. She simply thinks that a young man like him is only experimenting but doesn't have all that it takes] Oui, Monsieur. You're welcome to do what you wish to me. [Saunters to him, feeling heated and curious about him. Holding up her perfect curled tresses, she turns her back to him] Would you mind getting my zipper, Monsieur?

Elias: [Beams as she agrees] The safe word is Armand. [Blinks as it’s what his mother would call him when she had enough of his behavior. He unzips her dress for her, kissing the nape of her neck]

Vivien: I'll keep that in mind. But it takes a lot to make me give in, Monsieur. [Speaks sultrily, her curiosity rising as she wonders if he knows what he's doing] Mmm. Merci. [Moans from his little kiss, becoming surprised at herself as it causes heat to run down her spine. She steps out of her dress, remaining in her lingerie before undoing his buttons] How do you want me, Monsieur? On my knees? On my back? [Lays kisses around his jaw before trailing her tongue down his throat]

Elias: [Moans softly at her kisses] On your knees. [Smiles darkly before he gets started with his rope. He binds her hands behind her and attaches them to her ankles so she can’t move] Hmm.. I like this. [His dick is already hard from seeing her tied up] Are you comfortable, belle? [Slaps her cheek before he drags his thumb down her pretty mouth]

Vivien: Oui, Monsieur. [Gets on her knees before him, her eyes locked onto his as he grabs the rope] Ughh.. [Her lips part as he binds her wrists perfectly. She starts to become more and more surprised by his skill as he wraps the same rope around her ankles] Monsieur.. [Gasps as she's completely restricted and bound. She stares at him heatedly, trying to see through his charming demeanor] Mmngh! [Parts her lips as his slap stings her perfect cheek--her body twitching in response until she whines as the rope holds her back] Not very much, Monsieur Elias. [Her little cunt clenches as she takes his thumb into her mouth, licking and sucking on it]

Elias: [Smiles at her words] Good. It’s not very fun for me if you’re comfortable. [Smirks as he watches her suck his thumb] You want a taste, don’t you, baby? [Grips her face, squeezing her cheeks so her lips are parted and spits harshly into her mouth] I’m going to use you up until you can’t take it anymore.

Vivien: [Brows furrow as his strong grip lightly bruises her face. She has no choice but to part her lips, becoming more submissive by the second] Ugh! [Moans sharply as he degrades her by spitting in her mouth. She's opens her eyes and stares at him darkly, unable to believe how soaked this man is getting her] Monsieur, don't.. [Plays into this game, sensing that he likes complete domination and resistance. She can hardly believe that he actually knows what he's doing] It's so uncomfortable, Monsieur.. [She tries to be more comfortable in her position but each time she moves the rope chafes into her wrists--even her soaked little cunt makes it hard for her to think]

Elias: [His dick is instantly harder as she pleads with him] Swallow it. [Demands as he lets her face go roughly and pulls back to undress. He takes off his jacket and unbuttons his shirt before taking it off, making her watch his movements] I’m so hard for you, Vivien. [Unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants before pushing them down and revealing his large member] I want to fill you with my cum.. your mouth, your cunt, your ass. [Laughs darkly as he pushes his tip into her mouth] God, you have a pretty mouth.

Vivien: [Obeys him as she swallows his spit, becoming stunned as she finds herself wanting to taste more of it] Monsieur.. Not in front of me. [Furrows her brows as she's forced to watch him. It slowly starts to stop becoming an act for her as her eyes follow his every move. Seeing his hardened cock beneath his pants stirs an ache inside of her] Mon dieu.. [Her mouth waters upon seeing every inch of his cock--feeling mesmerized and insatiable. Hearing his filthy words, she closes he thighs together, writhing and fighting against her restraints] Unghhh! [Groans he forces himself into her mouth. She wastes no time as her hunger makes her bob her head. Spit quickly lines her lips and makes his cock glisten as she keeps her eyes on him while her skilled mouth fucks him eagerly]

Elias: [Stares down at her as she eagerly sucks his cock, groaning as she takes him in] Mngh.. baby. [Grips her perfect blonde hair and starts to fuck her throat] Your whore mouth feels so good, Vivien. [Pulls his cock out and slaps her mouth with it] I bet your pussy is dripping for me. [Uses his foot to rub between her legs, the leather of his shoe against the lace of her panties as he stimulates her little clit] Tell me who you belong to, Vivien.

Vivien: [Slurps up her thick strings of saliva before spitting harshly on his cock, returning the favor until he starts throat-fucking her] Mngh.. Unghhh.. [Her throat constricts around his cock as she holds herself back from gagging. Cheeks remain hollow as she lets him have his way before gasping as he pulls out] Monsieur.. I've never had such good cock before. [Tells him truthfully before furrowing her brows as he defiles her further] Don't, Monsieur.. Not like this. [Her chest heaves, breasts nearly bursting out of her bra as if she's begging for his attention. She gazes down at his foot before whining harshly as he teases her cunt with his shoe] Mon dieu! Monsieur, s'il vous plait.. [Tries to move away from the tormenting sensation but the rope keeps her in place. Her thighs shake as he adds pressure to her clit] S'il vous plait.. S'il vous plait.. [Doesn't answer him as she can't think straight. She bites hard on her lower lip, involuntarily grinding on him and getting her slick juices to shine on his shoe]

Elias: [Laughs softly as she’s so desperate for him] Filthy little whore. [Lets her suck his cock a bit more as his foot continues to tease her pussy] Hm. [Suddenly stops] You’ve ruined my beautiful shoes, Vivien. Tsk. [says in a disapproving manner. He suddenly grips her by the bindings in the back and makes her lay flat on her stomach on the floor, her nose inches above the ground] Clean it up. [Places his shoe with the tip covered in her essence in front of her]

Vivien: Monsieur? [Stares questioningly as suddenly pulls away from her--adding more torment to her aching cunt as she no longer has anything to satiate her desperate self] Ughhh! Monsieur Elias.. [Gasps breathlessly as he takes the rope and handles her almost in a savage manner. Her breasts press against the floor, feet up in the air as her arms as still bound to her ankles. She's shocked to her core, unable to believe how blind she was to his charming facade] Je suis tres desolee, Monsieur.. I wasn't aware of how wet my little cunt is for you.. [Inhales the scent of her sex from the leather--but she's more intoxicated by his devilish nature. She doesn't resist as she exposes her tongue, dragging it over his shoe to where she can taste her juices] Forgive me, Monsieur.. You made me too wet. [Whimpers, clearly uncomfortable from her position but her pussy remains throbbing and aching]

Elias: [He watches in pure delight as she licks the taste of her pussy from his shoe. The fact that she obeys without protest makes him absolutely crazy and he can’t delay being inside her any longer. He grabs her again and puts her on the bed, keeping her tied up and right at the edge of the bed as he pulls out his knife and cuts her little panties open. He laughs at how wet the fabric is and how her inner thighs glisten for him] That pussy is aching for a taste of me isn’t it, Vivien? [He kicks off his shoes and takes off his pants before pulling her roughly to him and shoving himself inside her] Mngh! You’re so wet baby. [Watches her little pussy take him in] I can’t believe how much you love this. [Laughs darkly]

Vivien: Agh! [Whimpers as he handles her forcefully and roughly. Her tongue drags all over her lips, cleaning herself up as he places her on the bed with little effort] Monsieur, will you free me now? [Asks, despite knowing the likely answer. Her lips part as she sees the shiny blade, actually thinking that he'll let her go before she gasps as he cuts into the fabric of her panties--feeling the cool air kissing her overly sensitive cunt] Oui, Monsieur.. I've never been this wet before.. [Clenches her pussy as she tries to close her legs together, but in doing so she makes it more uncomfortable for herself] Monsieur Elias, s'il vous plait.. I want to know what it feels like to be used by you. [Bites her lip as he creates a side to her that she's never seen before--one that's truly submissive for a client. Feeling him tug on the rope, she moans out as he pulls her to him] Mon.. Ughhh! Monsieur! [Her entire body goes into shock as his thick cock tears into her tight cunt, ruining and satisfying her all at once] Mon dieu.. Mon dieu! [Her eyes roll back as he uses her cunt for his pleasure. She feels the rope digging into her wrists but the pain mingles with the pleasure, increasing her desperation] Merde.. S'il vous plait.. Not too much. [Begs as she almost feels too sensitive to handle him. She hears her pussy juices with his every thrust, even starting to smell their sex in the air]

Elias: [Loves the sight of this older woman begging and pleading for him. It gives him so much pleasure to fuck her pussy while she’s all bound up] You must have known I wasn’t like all of the others, belle. [Moans as his thick cock squeezes into her tiny pussy] Mm.. I want to feel something tighter, Ma Cherie. [Coos as he pulls out and slaps his swollen and slippery tip against her little asshole] Shall I take this too like you told me to take your lips? [Smirks as he pushes slowly inside, grunting at how tight she is]

Vivien: [Digs her nails into the palms of her hand as pleasure consumes her and makes her body writhe with every forceful thrust] Aghh..! Non, I didn’t expect this, Monsieur.. [Her pussy is even tighter given her restricted position that juices squeeze out of her each time he pounds into her throbbing cunt. As he pulls out she whines out of frustration] Monsieur, s’il vous plaît.. put it back inside of me. [Hisses in a more begging tone before her body tenses as he teases her tight little hole] Monsieur, don’t.. [Tries in vain to move away from him as she doesn’t allow any client to fuck her that way. She remembers the safe word but a part of her wants to be used by him] Don’t.. it will hurt.. [Moves her hips in an attempt to avoid him but his grasp keeps her in place. Hoarse noises spill out of her as his cock stretches her out, her walls tightly wrap around him as she has to adjust to the slightly uncomfortable sensation] Merde..! Monsieur slow.. Unnngh..

Elias: [Loves fucking her tight ass as she screams for him and the feeling of having complete control over her] I like hearing you scream, Ma Cherie. [Grunts as he grips her asscheeks before slapping them roughly] Tell me that you’re all mine, Vivien. [Picks up the pace, spitting on his cock as he fucks her faster] Tell me so I can fill your ass with my cum.

Vivien: [Completely forced into submission, she takes his savage thrusts almost helplessly and unresistingly--screaming and whimpering as her tight walls are sensitive to every movement] Anghhh.. Monsier, s'il vous plaït..! [Throws her head back as he leaves a stinging slap on her flesh, one that causes heat to burn through her. Her cunt seeps with her arousal, becoming more and more attuned to the pleasurable side as she adjusts to him] Ughh! [Trembles as he defiles her with his spit, secretly loving it after being so used to being worshipped and adored by other clients. She bites her lip, trying hard not to scream through his increased pounding] Je suis à vous! [Bounces her ass with what little mobility she has as she's has a desperate need to feel his cum in her and end the torment] I'm yours, Monsieur Elias! [Lipstick, sweat, and her juices stain the satins sheets as he fucks her viciously, looking like a complete whore for him]

Elias: [Pounds into her tight ass, making her take his entire length and as she gives in and completely submits he lets her have his cum] Mngh.. fuck! [Yells out, feeling completely high. He expertly releases her from her bindings and crawls to her on the bed, pulling her into his arms as he kisses her tear-stained cheeks and scratches her scalp, giving her much needed after care] You did so good.

Vivien: [HIs hips pound into her body, balls slamming against her aching pussy as her tight asshole willingly takes him inside of her. Over and over, she screams and submits herself to him--even feeling her own release rising] Monsieur, cum inside of me! [Pleads as she backs her ass into him as much as possible before crying out as his warm essence spills inside of her] Ughhh! [Trembles as she tries to milk him of every drop before it becomes too much for her that she ends up finding bliss] Ooh, Monsieur Elias.. [Her tight asshole grips his cock while juices flow heavily out of her cunt. Feeling weak and defiled, she finds relief as he frees her ankles and wrists, slumping on the bed until he takes her into his arms] Monsieur.. [Gasps as she hides her face against him, actually welcoming the aftercare after enduring the sexual torment he put her through]

Elias: [Lets her bury her face in his chest holding her and rubbing her back] Are you okay, Vivien? [Murmurs softly, his entire demeanor different]

Vivien: [Inhales deeply, trying to overcome the waves of pleasure of pain that courses through her before meeting his eyes] Oui, Monsieur.. I'm fine. [Places her hand on his chest while letting his touch soothe her. She doesn't enjoy cuddling by any means, but she finds herself welcoming this moment. Lifting her head from his chest she looks into his eyes, no longer seeing the devilish gaze he had moments earlier] Et toi, Monsieur?

Elias: Oui, I’m okay. [smiles as he gazes down at her] I’m sure I made quite the impression on you. [Laughs softly before he leans in and kisses her lipstick stained mouth softly] I want to see you again.. are you too afraid of me?

Vivien: Just okay? [Raises a brow with a soft smile on her lips] You just defiled me in every way possible, Monsieur. I deserve more than an "okay". [Closes her eyes as he steals a kiss from her, swallowing as it stirs something inside of her. She smiles coyly, lowering her eyes as he intrigues her] Whether I'm afraid or not, you can see me anytime that you wish, Monsieur. [Licks her lips, her body already feeling sore as she can't believe what she experienced with him]

Elias: [She genuinely makes him laugh, his fangs showing as he looks at her] I feel fucking amazing. [Closes his eyes and licks her mouth open again, kissing her lazily] Are you afraid? [Frowns as he pulls back, feeling guilty]

Vivien: [Finds his smile so sexy, wondering how it would feel to have him bite her before snapping out of her reverie] Bien, Monsieur. [Moans as he pries her lips apart. She kisses him back, already addicted to the taste and feel of his tongue] Quoi? [Exhales as she feels sated] Non, Monsieur. Surprised.. but not afraid. [Gazes up at him as she speaks truthfully] Seeing you that way.. excited me. I've never experienced that with a client before.

Elias: [Pulls the covers over them as he lays with her, he feels relieved as she wasn’t afraid, kissing the top of her head] Really? I would have assumed you’d seen it all.

Vivien: [Smiling deviousy, she raises a brow] Are you calling me an experienced whore, Monsieur? [Speaks teasingly] I meant that I never experienced someone who knew exactly what they were doing.. I didn't expect it.

Elias: [Bites his lip as he enjoys her sense of humor] And if I was? What would you do about it? [Leans in and playfully nips her neck] Hm. [Looks pleased] If I were to claim you as mine and pay the fees to make you exclusively mine, would you like that?

Vivien:Mmm. I would deprive you of having me again. [Hollows her cheeks as she stares at him darkly before moaning as she feels his bite--loving the sensation of it. Hearing his words, she smiles coyly] You haven't had enough of me, Monsieur? [Raises a brow in amusement. It's not usual for her to hear these requests, usually she turns clients down because she doesn't want to create any attachments] Well.. [Trails off as she makes a decision, finding it so tempting] I suppose you can set an arrangement with Monsieur Toussaint. [Leans in as she places a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth]

Elias: [Smiles as she agrees] I will arrange it then. [Cups her face] You are mine now. [Purrs as he holds her tighter, loving how tiny her frame is against his] Are you hurting?

Vivien: [Finds herself drawn to the young client, wanting to see how far he’s willing to push her. She rubs the hair on his chest before eyeing him, taking more of his possessive nature] Oui, a little sore. [Admits but secretly enjoys the pain] Have you done this with other escorts?

Elias: [Kisses her forehead, wanting to be sweet with her] Je suis desole, belle. [Scratches her scalp] There was no one I wanted to take it this far with until I saw you.. [Tilts up her chin]

Vivien: [Didnt realize how necessary it was for him to be sweet with her after what she endured with him] Mmm. How lucky for me. [Smiles coyly] I don’t usually let my clients go that far. [Eyes him as she seems to already have some sort of weakness for him]

Elias: You remembered the safe word, right? [Frowns as he eyes her]

Vivien: [Raises a brow as she looks at him curiously] Armand. [Whispers against his lips as she kisses him deeply]

Elias: [Melts as she says his middle name, returning her kiss as she makes his cock hard again] so you knew you could stop it at any time, right? [Runs his thumb over her lips]

Vivien: [Notices his hard cock but doesn't give him the attention taht it's begging for. With her fingertips, she traces his abs before scratching his happy trail] Oui, I did. [Parts her lips before welcoming his thumb into her mouth, sucking on it again] But I didn't want to stop it.

Elias: [Kind of likes how she ignores his cock] Hm.. I like that about you. [Pulls her lingerie off of her body and just holds her close] Can I have you again?

Vivien: [Presses the creamy flesh of her breasts against his chest before dipping her head to his neck, already insatiable for him] In what way, Monsieur? [Licks his neck while fingertips gently run over his hardened cock, giving it the attention he wants]

Elias: Any way you want this time. [Moans as she licks his neck] Mm.. Vivien.. I’m absolutely insatiable for you.

Vivien: Any way I want? [Eyes him darkly as she straddles him] Where’s the rope, Monsieur?

Elias: [Groans as she straddles him, feeling her pussy on his cock] It’s over there. [Nods his head, curious about what she’ll do]

Vivien: [Smiles deviously as she gets off of him and grabs the rope. She gets back on the bed, straddling him again] I think it’s time to return the favor, non? [Ties his wrists together and places it over his head, wrapping the tie around the bedframe] What would you like your safe word to be? [Teases him as she grinds her pussy over his hardened cock, leaning down to drag her tongue over his nipple]

Elias: [Beams as she ties him up, loving how she takes control] Merde.. [Bites his lip with excitement] The word will be “sanity”. [Murmurs before he moans as she teases him] Ungh.. fuck me.

Vivien: [Keeps his safeword in the back of her mind as she bites his nipple to elicit a groan out of him] Porquoi? [Tilts her head as she stares at him darkly, cheeks hollowing as she kisses her way down his body] Monsieur, look at how hard you are for me.. [Wraps her fingers around his cock, stroking him off before spitting on his throbbing head] What did you say about my mouth, Monsieur? That it was pretty? [Smacks his cock against her lips before taking him into her mouth. She tastes his cum and her juices from his flesh as she bobs her head, sucking him off hungrily]

Elias: [Whines, loving how she deprives him of what he wants already] So pretty.. [Mumbles as he watches her] Merde.. merde.. [Shivers as she sucks him off so good]

Vivien: [Her eyes are on his as she drags her tongue all over his cock, slurping her spit and his precum] Look at the mess you’re making, Monsieur. [Her pussy aches as she relishes in the sight of him restrained and unable to take her how he wants. Leaning up, she lowers herself on his cock, not taking him in yet, grinding her slick lips along his length]

Elias: [Tugs against the restraints as he wants to grab her, growling as she teases him with her pussy] I want to be inside you. [Clenches his jaw]

Vivien: [Calms him down as she leans over to kiss him on the lips] Relax, Monsieur Elias. [Reaches between her legs as she holds up his cock while lowering herself onto his tip] Unfhh.. I missed this already. [Her movements are slow as she circles her hips around the rim of his cock, clenching her walls so that it’s tight around her opening] Your cock is so perfect, Monsieur Elias.. I could take it all night. [Gives him what he wants as she sinks down on him, nails digging into his pecs as her sex is too sensitive from earlier. She rocks her hips forward and back, increasing her pace to the point where her breasts bounce]

Elias: [his chest rises and falls as he stares up at her, softening as she gives him a kiss] Ahh.. [Lips part as he moans from her wet pussy gripping his cock] Mm.. take it all night, belle. [Growls as he bites his lip to keep any more noises from escaping, especially as she quickens her pace] Merde. You feel so good. [Spits on their sexes, being a little defiant as she fucks him so good]

Vivien: [Hears the slapping noises of their flesh as she bounces up and down his shaft, roughly circling her hips at a few points to catch him off guard] Ughhh! [Trembles as he spits on her cunt, seeing the defiant look in his eyes. She takes all of his cock inside of her, groaning in bliss as he fills her pussy] You made a mess again, Elias. Tsk. [Mimics his earlier reaction as she removes herself from him, exposing his glistening cock] Clean it up. [Crawls up to him before placing her thighs on either side of his head, lowering herself as she grinds her pussy lips against his mouth]

Elias: [Growls as she stops fucking him, clipping his pleasure. As she straddles his face he spits again on her pussy before he gently bites her little clit, saying nothing as he gives her a dark look. Feeling sweet, he circles her sore little clit with his tongue before gently sucking on it]

Vivien: [Weaves her fingers through his hair, rubbing her push all over his mouth before he spits on her. She pulls his hair to punish him but as she feels his sharp teeth nipping at her clit, she whimpers and trembles] Elias! Mngh! [Almost pulls away before he seeks forgiveness with his tongue. Pouting, she lets him devour her aching pussy] Ooh.. keep being sweet, Monsieur.. [Pleads as she rolls her hips, riding his tongue before gasping once his mouth makes her clit swell with need] Don’t stop, s’il vous plaît.. I need you!

Elias: [Loves the sound of her whimper before he eagerly tasted her pussy, trying to look up at her and take in the view as he does so] Mngh.. cum on my tongue Mommy. [Snarls against her cunt before he flicks her clit with his tongue relentlessly]

Vivien: [Her eyes roll back as she completely melts from how his tongue skillfully swirls all over her swollen clit. Hearing him call her Mommy, her body loses control for him] Mngh! Oui, your Mommy is going to cum! [Rocks her hips relentlessly before her body spasms as her release shatters her] Merde.. Mon dieu! [Thighs close around his head as she trembles above him, her sex pours out of her before she moves off of him] Merde.. Mommy loves that mouth. [Unties his wrists as she drags her tongue all over her juices before biting down on his bottom lip]

Elias: [His eyes are alight with mischief as she reacts well to the name] Hm.. [Laps up the juices from her cunt as she cums for him. As she unties him, he rubs his wrists before returning her kiss and grabbing her] I want to cum in Mommy’s pussy now. [Rolls atop her and shoves his cock back inside her, rolling his hips to fuck her deeply] Mngh.. you feel so good. [Lets his spit drip into her mouth]

Vivien: [Swirls her tongue all over his before sucking on it as if it’s still not enough] Quoi? Elias, non.. [Furrows her brows, instantly regretting letting him go so soon. She tries to resist him but he’s much larger than her that she’s on her back before she can react] Elias, non.. don’t..! [Gasps as he forces himself into her still throbbing pussy. She digs her nails into his back while her eyes roll back from his movements] Ugh.. You’re so bad for raping Mommy’s pussy. [Swallows his spit, her cunt clenching as he does it. She slaps his cheek to “punish” him while grinding underneath his body]

Elias: [He loves her resistance as he slams inside her] Mon dieu.. [Hisses under his breath as she speaks the filthy words to him] Ugh! [Groans as she slaps him, holding her arms down as he pounds into her] Mm oui. I’m going to rape my mommy’s tight pussy and fill her with her son’s cum. [Laughs darkly, loving his fantasy so much as he pins her down and uses her to cum]

Vivien: [Narrows her eyes lustfully as he pins her arms down and viciously thrusts into her pussy. She fills the room with her screams and the sound of her sopping pussy] Ughhh. Don’t fill your mommy’s pussy with cum, Elias. [Scolds him, trembling as his laugh and the sinful look in her eyes makes her weak. He pounds into her savagely that her breasts bounce] Bad, Elias.. Mmngh.. [Bites his lower lip while she clenches and unclenches her cunt to tease him]

Elias: [Leans down to kiss her as he comes down from his high. He pulls out of her and lowers himself to kiss and suck at her breasts] Mngh.. I love fucking my whore mommy. [Coos as he nuzzles her breasts]

Elias: [Groans as she plays along, thinking she’s the perfect escort for him. He scoops some from her pussy and smears it all over her tongue and lips] You like being a filthy whore for me, don’t you, Mommy?

Vivien: [Closes her eyes as she swallows the cum that he feeds her, licking all over her lips before pulling him in for a filthy kiss] Mmm. [Forces him to tastes his cum before gazing at him heatedly. She has never felt so filthy or even played this kink before] Oui.. Mommy is a desperate whore for you. [Scratches under his chin as she stares into his deep eyes]

Elias: [Groans as she makes him taste his own cum on her mouth] Mm.. that’s right. [Sucks on her lower lip] You are mine. [Rubs her back as he hides his face in her neck]

Vivien: [Watches him as he takes her bottom lip, a weakness of hers] So possessive already, Monsieur. [Coos as she rubs his back, loving the smell of their sex in their and on him]

#otp: prix de l'amour #type: smut #type: au #au: young elias #w: la boite #c: noeuds

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leeuwchen · 5 years ago

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17 for Ringsy, please?

Hello Anon, not sure if you wanted 17 for Angst, Fluff or Misc. so I simply tried to put all of them into one prompt. It got a bit out of hand, I guess, and I was quite a bit soap-nostalgic along the way, but here it is [it does include spoilers and speculations about how things might turn out for some of the Schillerallee residents during the next weeks]If you don’t hug me right now, I think I might fall apartI’m here for youOkay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming It’s weird being inside the bakery these days. The room is as bright as usual, the walls painted in light colours, the pleasant smell of bread and rolls and the intoxicating smell of coffee hanging in the air. Still, there is this sombre tension radiating from behind the counter where Irene Weigel’s picture has been put up next to that of her late husband Wolfgang, all shiny and new and looking like it doesn’t belong there. Or maybe it’s just him adjusting badly to change. Easy knows that Saskia has struggled with the decision of putting the picture there, fearing it would unnecessarily hurt Robert even more than he is hurting already but he was all for it - telling Saskia that this was where Irene belonged, that it was all about the legacy of the place. So now she has joined her first husband in watching their bakery live on smilingly but the grave tension in the room remains and as Easy is watching Saskia strolling around restlessly behind the counter, he can’t shake off the feeling once more that there’s something else behind it than just Irene passing away. The soft sound of the shop`s doorbell lets him turn around and for a moment everything is – well – easy as Ringo is walking in, as gorgeous as ever, casually gesturing to a sign on the left-hand side of the store to place his order with Antoine and then letting himself slump onto the seat next to Easy, sighing deeply, obviously in sync with the room’s general mood.

“So I guess, your interview didn’t go well?”

Ringo nods tiredly.

“Let’s just say that with players like Huber in my neck and the Richters out wanting my head and Spohn still hating my ass, it is hard to get a fair review.”

“I’m sorry, honey.”

He lightly brushes his hand through Ringo’s hair and feels the slight turn of his husband’s head as he is leaning into the touch.

“Don’t worry about me, okay? Even if there is just one decent job they can’t meddle with, I swear to you I’m going to find it and have the last laugh!”

“Well, I know at least one person who wouldn’t care for anything that Huber, the Richters or Spohn says…”

Ringo raises one eyebrow warningly. They have been over this more than once and as for now it has always been in a light-hearted way but Easy knows that this could change in an instant if Ringo feels too hassled.

“I know, you are all for it, Easy, but… as much as I appreciate Paco wanting to do that… I’m just not made for it. The Turnhalle was fun… the best of times… but I never wanted that for life. It’s just not… you know… it’s not or me.”

“I know”, Easy says with a smile, then – because sometimes when Ringo gets like this, he just can’t help himself but has to tease him – he adds innocently: “Then again, you thought you wouldn’t be one to marry either and I have it on good authority that you are very good at it.” Before Ringo can react, Leni has walked up to them, placing his order in front of him. Smiling deviously, he looks up to her. “Can you believe it? Your stepfather just referred to himself as an authority figure. Weird, huh?” But Leni just smiles back at him. “You know, I listen to him.” She leans down a bit, her voice almost a whisper now. “And so do you.” Ringo shakes his head sullenly. “Yeah yeah, just gang up on me, will you? I’m still not going to open a new gym with your old man.” Amused by his sudden moodiness Leni pats Ringo’s shoulder pitingly.

“You mean, you are not going to open a new gym with my dad for now, right?”

“That’s it, I want to speak to your boss. You are openly bullying your customers, you little…”

The smile disappears from Leni’s face. “Actually, so would I. But Saskia has left again for no reas-“ Before she is able to finish her sentence, a customer walks in and smiling apologetically Leni hurries behind the counter to take his order. “Doesn’t sound like Saskia at all, does it? I really wonder what’s behind it”, Easy murmurs worried but Ringo just shrugs. “Cheating. That’s what behind it. I’m telling you.” Easy rolls his eyes.

“Oh yeah, I forgot. Because you could read that in Paco’s face when we asked him what was wrong with her.”

“Yes. I could indeed.”

“And if you are such a master of this art, Hase, with whom did she sleep then?”

Ringo takes a croissant from his dish and turns it around thoughtfully.

“Maybe it’s Antoine. I mean, a man who can bake heavenly stuff like that…”

“You better not have this then.”

With a swift move Easy tries to capture the pastry but his husband is quicker.

“Oi! No need to get all watchful, Bärchen, all I am saying is that the whole love at first sight, swept me from my feet, shiny white knight stuff they had going on maybe isn’t the thing to last forever, you know.”

Easy sighs deeply but can’t hide his amusement. Teasingly his hand gestures towards Ringo while addressing an imaginary audience.

“And today’s key-note speaker on our ‘Romance is dead’-panel… Richard Beckmann!”

Just as Ringo opens his mouth to shoot back an answer, his cell phone vibrates, and he takes it out to check the message. Now in a bad mood again, he pushes it back inside his pocket only seconds later.

“Well, romance might not be completely dead but my job life sure is. Took them about what… 45 minutes to turn me down. That’s a new record.”

Once more Easy reaches out and lets his hand slide through Ringo’s soft hair who closes his eyes thankfully for a few moments, but this time doesn’t lean into his husband’s touch and instead starts to straighten his tie and suit as if taking care of his armour before he continues to eat in silence.

It’s early in the evening and for the last twenty minutes Easy has been standing inside the kiosk, staring out of the window, contemplating the street’s fate… or something like that. He is a positive person in general and he knows that moodiness doesn’t suit him well, but he just can’t put his finger on what got into him today. There have always been bad times at Schillerallee 10. They’ve had to let people go, lost people, hated people, been at each other’s throats over small things or huge betrayal but still - just today - this one feels like the big one. With Irene dead, the Weigels in mourning, Saskia being all weird after probably (Ringo might be on to something here) cheating on Jakob, Bambi and Sina broken up after Sina’s secret abortion, Bambi not talking to either Tobias or Vivien because they’ve known about it, Sina dissociating herself from everyone including her family, Conor on the run or whatever got into him after breaking up with Eva and almost killing his own father, Leni going from sadness to defiantness over her mother’s visit, that strange Luke guy lurking around, Ute and Huber constantly fighting, Huber Bau going to the dogs without Ringo and Ringo constantly being turned down for no other reason than having made enemies for doing the right thing it’s hard to see the silver lining.

As if to prove him right a lanky shadow appears on the threshold, blocking most of the light coming from there. Ringo is wearing his sports clothes and he must have been running hard because he looks like hell – the kind of hell that makes you consider giving up heaven for it but still… hell. “Water, please”, he begs calmly and after Easy has given him a bottle he empties it in one long greedy gulp before focussing his blue eyes on his husband. “Who died and made you king of the funeral party?” Realising what he has just said, Ringo quickly shakes his head while pinching his own nose bridge with both thumb and index finger. “I’m sorry, that was… highly inappropriate. I just wanted to know why you look so glum. What happened?” Easy shrugs his shoulders.

“Nothing really. But I guess… somehow… all the sadness around me has made me sad, too. Kind of sympathy sadness, you know?”

“I see. That’s why I try not to have too much sympathy for people in general. Makes your life easier. But… since I married the most empathetic guy in the world, and I DO have LOTS of sympathy for him… let me help you. What exactly is making you sad?”

Easy starts looking around the inside of the kiosk feeling a bit clueless. Of course, he loves Ringo and his husband has been an understanding, soothing ally to him in more than one case but maybe this one is a bit out of Ringo’s league… too weird to understand, especially when you are a very structured controller. “Easy?” So apparently, he is not getting out of this by just looking around. He takes a deep breath.

“I know it’s silly, but I just can’t deal with everyone around here being sad. The Weigels understandably and Sina and Bambi of course, but it’s not only them… Ute, Eva, Leni, you…”

“I’m not sad. I’m frustrated.”

“But that’s the same thing really.”

Ringo is still leaning against the doorframe but now he has crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes determinedly.

“No, it really isn’t. I know that everyone thinks that I don’t have a lot of emotions and I quite agree but the emotions I have I want to have categorized correctly and I am not sad. I am married to the most wonderful man in the world which is something I would have never believed to happen. I live in a flat share with my stupid annoying idiotic half-brother and I actual enjoy it which is likewise a complete miracle. And in the flat next to us where - as I would have stated just three years ago - only boring losers and gullible push overs live, there are my best friend and his teenage daughter who somehow is my stepdaughter as well and in the maybe most absurd twist in my life I love that too. So yes, being out of work is as frustrating an experience as it ever was but I am not sad. In fact, I am happier than I have ever been in my entire life.”

For a few seconds Easy doesn’t know what to say and he wonders if there will ever be a day, he stops underestimating what greatness and candour and kindness Richard Beckmann is capable of. All of a sudden, all the glumness is gone… well almost gone. There is one more thing ne needs, however.

“If you don’t hug me right now, I think I might fall apart.”

“I’m all sweaty, Easy.”

“I don’t care.”

With a swift movement Ringo is inside the kiosk, pressing himself against Easy who equally slings his arms around the – indeed sweaty – body. For a minute or two they are just standing there before Easy starts to worry about the icy air and Ringo catching a cold in his wet clothes. Carefully one of his hand slips underneath the damp T-Shirt caressing the cold skin of his husband’s back.

“And why have you been running like this?”

Sighing deeply Ringo lets go of him and takes one step back.

“I talked to Bambi today. Now that he and Sina are broken up, he wants to sell the house and asked me if I would handle it on his behalf.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad.”

“It isn’t bad at all. He would even retransfer the money I had to pay him for sabotaging the house if I sold it at a good price.”

“And that’s a problem?”

“Not really, no. But it means selling it to Huber after all.”

“Oh, I see. Is there no other contractor who would be interested? You said it was a prime spot for a new business park, didn’t you?”

“There would be others, yes, but not right away and Bambi wants it to be done quickly. Huber already has – thanks to me – all the numbers and calculations ready so there was no other option than calling him.”

“Oooh”, Easy exclaims, finally understanding the problem. Sure, there isn’t an open war going on between Ringo and his former boss. Huber even had a good time at their wedding and with the kiosk save and sound Ringo had at least achieved one victory and therefore renounced from taking revenge but still, making a business call to his former work place must have hit his husband like a punch in the guts. “Didn’t he buy then?” Ringo snorts.

“Oh, he bought within a second and for a mighty good price without thinking twice.”

“But he didn’t offer you your job back?”, Easy asks tensely, supposing that somewhere deep down this is still what Ringo would want to happen. The other’s mouth twists into a sarcastic sneer.

“He did. Sort of. Of course, since my lack of loyalty is a given fact and the only reason, he is even considering doing so is the stroke of luck I’ve had with Bambi’s house, he announced right away that I would be demoted until I have proven myself worthy of the second chance.”

“He always was and always will be an asshole, Ringo. His business is going down without you.”

“Tell me about it. Still, since we disagreed strongly on who would be giving whom a second chance, I wished him good luck with Britta Schönfeld in charge of controlling and hung up. Then – as usual - I panicked and almost called him back but stopped myself from doing so and went for a run even though the thing’s not worth catching a cold for.”

“You could have come to me instead. I’m here for you.”

Grinning, Ringo nudges his nose against Easy’s.

“I know that, you idiot. But I thought since you are the only provider in our household, I shouldn’t keep you from making money. Had I of course known that you are standing here, scaring the customers away with that rainy-day face of yours, I would have come earlier.”

“You are very funny, you know that? But I didn’t marry you for being funny.”

“Course not. But I still think you could need some help around here.”

“What do you mean? I’ve got Paco and Gianni…”

“Yeah, but they are only here when you are not. I meant someone to help you when you get all blue all of a sudden these days. Someone funny maybe.”

“Are you applying for a job you just made up?”

“Yes. And before you ask… I myself cannot believe I’m that desperate for some work.”

With a serious look on his face, Easy scans Ringo’s outfit.

“And I cannot believe that you would wear this to a job interview, but I guess you could lose these clothes quickly enough.”

Taken off guard, Ringo raises one eyebrow and slightly turns his head, opening his mouth twice without saying something before he recovers.

“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”

“Neither did we.”

Without either Ringo or Easy noticing Tobias and Vivien have appeared in front of the window, looking inside now. Frowning, Tobias waves one hand through the air.

“Sorry to interrupt your kiosk sex talk and everything but Paco and Leni invited the four of us over. Apparently, they have been making tapas all afternoon and stuff got out of hands and now they are having a little get together with food, wine and really bad movies… or let’s say, with your playlist, Easy.”

The addressee furrows his brows. Having eaten nothing since breakfast he could indeed do with some food. But that is no reason to let Tobias get away with insulting his taste in movies.

“Coming from someone who likes to watch something called Naked Space Patrol that’s really harsh, Kotzmeister, so be thankful I like to spend time with you anyway. Let me just close the kiosk and I’ll be ready.”

Curiously he looks at Ringo, hoping his husband won’t feel pushed by his spontaneous decision but said husband is halfway through the door already. “I’ll just hit the shower then and be over after.” Satisfied Tobias nods. “Take your time. Stinker will have to hit the park first anyway.” The small dog barks in agreement. “And since his hubby sneaked out of it, I’ll help Easy pack up around here”, Vivien offers and starts taking down the magazines from the kiosk’s front wall.

As Easy steps out of the small building seconds later to get the ketchup bottles from the tables, he can still see Tobias walking away to the park, using his walking stick only every other step while Stinker is eyeing his owner watchful as if to make sure that the lawyer isn’t overestimating his strength. Turning his head a bit, Easy eyes catch Ringo striding into the inner yard of their house, taking huge, rather bouncy steps clearly looking forward to an evening with food, friends and fun – well, mostly food probably – but still, taking all these things into account, Easy can’t help but think that even the gloomiest of times aren’t that bad when you are living at Schillerallee 10.

#writing prompts #ringsy #ringo x easy #ringo beckmann #easy winter #vivien köhler #tobias lassner #stinker #schillerallee crew #uu spoilers #unter uns spoilers #anniversarys make me nostalgic #not my favourite feeling #25 jahre uu #25 jahre unter uns

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youswiminmywater · 6 years ago

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new perspectives on loneliness

it’s important to try to stay away from your bed sometimes. i never used to be the type to spend the entire day locked away in my room, but the past few months have been exactly that. i even rearranged all of my furniture one day just to change things up, update and organize everything in a way that made more sense. pointed my bed towards the tv. put my clothes in the closet, in my bed drawers (which is astoundingly a habit i’m still keeping up!). organized, alphabetized, and filtered through all of the stuff on my bookshelf, made better use of the space in my room. there’s still some stuff to throw out. there’s still dust accumulating. but it’s a snail’s step, a healthy move inside of a swampy situation. i don’t want this room for much longer, or at least i don’t want to be trapped in it all the time, but i’m glad i fixed it.

the other day, i went down to the cafe to get a salad and try to read a little in public, which is generally my go-to outing for when i want to get out of my house. it’s important to get out of the house sometimes. i’ve been trying to slog through “the faerie queene,” which is an old renaissance epic poem about knights and chivalry and greek mythology splashed into a weird christianity-focused landscape. i’m reading it most because i can, because i know what words like “weet” used to mean, because i’m comfortable reading spenser’s intentionally bizarre spelling and letter-swaps. just for context, here’s an example:

Nathlesse the villen sped himselfe so well, Whether through swiftnesse of his speedy beast; Or knowledge of those woods, where he did dwell, That shortly he from daunger was releast, And out of sight escaped at the least; Yet not escaped from the dew reward Of his bad deeds, which dayly he increast, Ne ceased not, till him oppressed hard The heauy plague, that for such leachours is prepard.

and i’m also reading it because the stories are fun to retell in my own words, whenever i can find an ear to gab into! a lot of old literature is like that, surprising you with a fun story. so i took my massive old book with queen victoria on the cover, got my salad, and decided to sit nearby a couple that looked like they were on a date so that i could eavesdrop on them.

boy is it easy to judge strangers! from what i could tell, he was an older guy, maybe grad student age, clad in nouveau punk garb, the band shirt with sleeves rolled up to his armpits, the rolled up jean shorts, stompy boots, thick rimmed glasses, the side shave haircut that everyone seems to be sporting these days, tattoos up his arms and half way up his neck. he was talking very adamantly about his classes, particularly with a recognizable pretension about how much of an intensely emotional and intellectual endeavor it is to both READ and WRITE in the modern age. something or other about how his professors just Don’t Understand, how they’re Taking the Magic Out of It. he was very particular about the genres he liked to read, and very particular about explaining it to her with confidence, caution, and exactness. she, meanwhile, was at least a few years younger than him (in fact, i’m pretty sure she was an acquaintance of mine, knew her tangentially through people i knew in high school), and it seemed like she hadn’t been to at least a traditional college in several years. the last i remember, she worked at this kind of odd farm-fresh fast-food joint, where they make you wear blue bandannas instead of brand hats. she looked like she went to art school maybe, studied photography. she was very supportive of his opinions on reading books, or whatever, and tried her best to come up with things to share back on the subject, but it was clear she wasn’t really That Into reading. she ran with the crowd that was used to doing, parties and skateboarding and concerts, not sitting at home over a notebook.

it just seemed like the kind of pairing that didn’t have much in common, but they were still fresh and enthusiastic and willing to blow past differences and have some fun for a while. in any case, i was in true goblin form, hunched over my salad, building stories for each of them in my head, telling myself they were communicating poorly and failing to connect with each other, telling myself they’ll be over and done within a few months, maybe more if the circumstances call for it. a stupid grin slapped across my brain while i half-read about some sinful queen named “lucifera,” who embodied Vanity itself in every way, even carrying around a hand mirror just to admire herself.

this is the cafe i used to work at, and so i knew a lot of the patrons and just about all of the employees; i spotted one person, the “new girl,” also enjoying a salad off duty a few tables away from me. she had been hired shortly after i left, though the two of us had developed a little bit of camaraderie between my frequent visits. i called her bree-bree, she called me bri-bri, it was something cute and fun between us. one of the few fond connections i have with the world outside my bedroom.

i made my way to the door, pretended to notice her, and sat down in the seat across from her, imposing in probably a very trumpian way, though she didn’t seem to mind, wasn’t nose deep in a book like i pretended to be. we got to immediately gossiping about the couple i was just eavesdropping on, my favorite hobby, talking about dating and relationships from a safe and frankly lofty position, dragging someone into my holier-than-thou mindscape to bond with them. it’s the magic of people-watching, really, and sharing that experience with someone makes you feel so much less like a wretched lonely creep. she nodded sagely when i talked about talking but not communicating, first dates in the cafe.

she told me a story about how she was on a first date with a guy and kept asking him questions expecting him to toss the ball back into her court, but at the end of his several monologues, the only thing he was able to bring back to her was “so, any more questions for me?” i told her he was probably trying very hard to impress her, and maybe felt interrogated. like it was his time to make a splash and show her how good and smart of a boy he was! and probably terrified out of his mind. you can’t chalk everything up to male vanity. she shrugged a maybe-probably. i declined to tell her a story about some of my first dates, not wishing to mirror the guy she just described to me.

i learned that she was dating one of the other guys that worked at the cafe, who was working there that day, though the whole thing was a sort of semi-hush. she said they dated but she didn’t really talk about it. she just gazed at him over my shoulder, dreamy-eyed. how do you get a girl to look at you that way? i admired it, appreciated it. i turned around and announced to the guy “i didn’t know you two were dating!” made him blush, show him that i was Aware and not threatening anything by having an intimate salad talk with his girl right in front of him. she told me she was moving to Cleveland in two weeks, and was bad with long-distance. she didn’t seem that bothered by it, though i still sympathized, knowing by now how those relationships end, the early 20s flings that always get bashed backwards by college schedules and other necessity.

her mentioning it gave me an opportunity to talk about vivien, for a moment. i told her i was a long-distance veteran. i forcibly showed off pictures of vivien, of the two of us together, because i was dying to show at least one person, even someone who could be barely considered a friend. i don’t know why i wanted to; maybe another opportunity to say “just so we’re clear, i’m not trying to come onto you, here’s a girl i already like!” or maybe it was a way to legitimize a connection in my life that seems to slip away more and more every day.

i offered to give her a ride, probably a minor misstep. she said she preferred walking, good exercise. i agreed, told her i wanted to ride my bike more often too. she insisted i make some desserts for her and the cafe before she had to leave, and i promised i would. left.

i had something of a panic attack that night. i don’t like calling it that, because the feeling wasn’t...well, maybe i’m just unfamiliar with panic. it was intangible. i was feeling manic, i could hear myself breathing, i wanted to get out of the house again (this was now around 11pm or so). i was feeling trapped, claustrophobic, lonely, forgotten. i went to a 24/7 gyro place to tap my foot, pick up dinner for me and my mom. wrote an obscure facebook status. sent a few oblique text messages. wanting attention but not wanting to attract it. wanting someone to care about me and show concern but feeling selfish and childish by offering out my hands.

i had a phone conversation with a friend of mine just before. my best friend, or at least someone i used to be really close with, now feeling more and more like a stranger, more like a burden, more like i destroyed something that was taking a painstakingly long time to fully implode. i was becoming less and less to her, and it showed in our conversation, and showed even more when she was telling me about other friends she was starting to hang out with more, or when she was having a conversation with her boyfriend that was so much more lively than the one she was having with me. it used to be the other way around. i sat on the phone and let my heart break, realized i was becoming alone again, and ended up at this gyro place an hour later.

it’s not that i’m particularly going to miss the life i’ve been living the past few years; i really hate feeling stuck, even if i had some great company while doing so, and shared a lot of myself with someone who has been very important to me. but trying to move on has blasted away a lot of stuff i took for granted, or didn’t realize i depended on so heavily. so i guess i had a panic attack, on both ends. i felt empty and heartbroken looking back on my past friendship; i felt worried and alone looking forward. i’m still not sure if i’m moving into anything real or not.

maybe i’m once again too much in my own head, but sometimes i get the feeling vivien is already done with me. we don’t really have any plans when it comes to moving closer to each other; i’m not even sure what she wants for her own life sometimes. we’ve both been through our own gauntlets, and we know long-distance isn’t really something we have the energy for anymore. all i know is that we happen to have landed in the same spot, together, right now. but i don’t know if we’re both going to leave this place together, or if we’re going to be facing the same direction when we do. we’re certainly not going to stay here for much longer. i only hope she isn’t already through with me. sometimes i feel like a needy puppy, begging for her attention, putting effort into something that i maybe shouldn’t be. i truly do adore her, and we resemble each other so much; we sometimes joke about being each other’s “twin flame,” soulmates. it still feels that way. but soulmates aren’t always lovers.

i’m just preparing myself for the worst. i don’t want it to be over yet.

today i listened to an “etiquette podcast” on the way home. it’s really hardly about etiquette most of the time; it’s just this married couple that started a podcast together, likely because the wife felt left out of her husband’s podcasting career and wanted an excuse to hang out with him. they pick random topics, the wife goes into a brief “history” of the thing, and then they talk about “the best way to blank,” “when is the right time to blank.” how do i ask for a raise without coming off as bossy? what’s the best way to end a phone call? what’s the proper thing to say when i fart on the train?

this week’s episode was about naps. the wife went into a personal yarn about how she had postpartum depression and took frequent naps that just felt Very Bad. like gigantic naps that felt too good, wasted the whole day. the husband likened it to eating ice cream when you’re starving. just the wrong medicine for the occasion.

when i got home, i took a 6-hour nap. i was still riding the wave of sadness from the day before, though without the manic energy. just the overwhelming feeling of aloneness, having no one to share anything with anymore. being alone really makes a lot of things feel pointless, when you’re in the headspace of, i want to do things so i have something to share with people. suddenly reading feels stupid. endeavors to work out feel pointless. long naps are a brief fast-forward through something that feels like it ought to blow away at some point. and it really doesn’t, at least, not in the way you expect it to.

i woke up and checked my e-mails, my school e-mail in particular, to remind myself that i was still a student and had responsibilities beyond trying to find love and companionship to enrich my future (snort!). cracked open my textbook, a chapter about plate presentation, and got quite lost flipping between dessert possibilities. really inspiring stuff, even though the book is a little outdated:

i’m sure this is somewhat a product of my mood...but looking at these foods made me really want to dive into my work as a pastry chef. become good at something, make all these sauces and coulis and collect a bunch of chocolate shavings and such and try out some plate designs for myself, likely in very bizarre, personal ways. “here you go mom, i made dessert, and i bought a special plate to put it on!” i mean, how else is a boy to practice? it’s a relief seeing stuff like this, because the class i’m taking right now makes me believe cake decorating is the alpha and the omega of pastry learning. and i just hate cake decorating! my boss told me that some people are decorators and some people are producers, and that i’m a producer. i feel good about that role. it’s encouraging.

i’ve written pretty freely and frequently about this belief i have, that people have a built in “fail-safe” system that keeps them from tolerating a bad feeling for too long. some motivation inside of them that keeps them from stewing in depression until they disintegrate. in the past, i’ve taken opportunities like this one i’m in to go on impulsive bike rides, usually in the dead of the night. i felt the same impulse washing over me today; however, i knew that my bike tires were flat and needed a pump. this is essentially the extent of my bike-repair expertise, so if they didn’t stay inflated, i was probably done for without a real concentrated effort to fix the damn thing.

i went outside to our backyard shed to try and find the bicycle pump. no luck. and our backyard was starting to look and feel overgrown, plants poking through fences and coming up to the windows. my mom says she likes the overgrown because it grants privacy, but i hated it in that moment. i wanted to clear everything away. in lieu of finding my bike pump, i grabbed some forgotten rusty shears instead, and just started going to town on these masses of towering plants. snipping bit by bit, shoving them into mossy old yard bags, grabbing thorns and twigs barehanded in my sleepwear and clogs. just fed up, burying my feelings in the impulse.

i started to imagine, maybe this is what i need to do from now on. just focus on cleaning the house, yard work. eventually move on to working out, getting stronger arms, losing weight, eating healthier. if i’m going to be a shut-in for the rest of my life, maybe this is the secret to accepting it. just obsessing over some kind of work and never thinking about loneliness ever again, except maybe by accident late at night, in moments of stillness. it made me feel kind of like boo radley. it was a familiar place, like one that i had recognized in writers and poets, or any other person that was considered isolated, in solitude. like a retired old dad, feverishly picking up hobbies to keep himself busy. emily dickinson with her botany and gardening (did you know she had a 66-page leather-bound book of pressed plants? it’s called an herbarium). or like a robert frost type, hauling wood to a cabin, reveling in the simplicity of it. after all, it’s easier to tear weeds out of the ground than it is to make friends. maybe it’s the kind of life i need to embrace, constantly becoming better and healthier, more useful, stronger, but for nobody. building a nice home and a nice life and only sharing it with someone if i get really lucky.

i didn’t really hang out with my dad much after my parents were divorced, and now that i’m older, and i’m realizing how badly i wanted someone to teach me how to be a guy. all the things i remember doing with him when i was younger, fishing, flying kites, swimming, are distant memories. i’m rusty. i’m gonna take my kids to do these things with nostalgia and fumble at it, because it fell out of my life a long time ago. i feel like being outside again, getting bug bites, tearing up the yard and putting it back together again...it’s a way of being a dad to myself. or i feel like my dad was supposed to teach me this stuff, like it’s a old secret, “now son, when you grow up and your life isn’t what you wanted it to be, just build a birdhouse. it’s the best remedy for depression!”

or maybe it was just a manic episode, me out there chopping away at the bushes. a cathartic release that’ll sink back into its deep slumber again come tomorrow. it was a shift in perspective, another way of making loneliness OK, a different kind of ocean to drown in. i wouldn’t mind if it stuck around.

i know i really don’t deserve much, i’m not exactly a very good person. but if i can find a way to turn all these feelings back in on themselves, and just focus on something...manual and productive, i think it’s a life i’d take. just needs some motivation.

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Victoria Grimes VI: Chaos

Chapter Fifteen: Taking Charge, But No Bullshit

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Warnings: some violence, and Gregory being an ass. Is that a warning? I feel like it should be...

Bamby

DPOV

I'd gone up with Vic and stayed with her while she explained to me that she and Maggie were going to talk to Gregory. But I hadn't cleaning up or anything. I didn't feel the need.

She'd also explained why she'd taken charge suddenly. Vic knew how her dad could be. She knew what he could and would do if his buttons were pressed in the wrong way. So she felt like it might be best if she pushed him to the side for a moment and stepped up to be the lead Deanna had wanted her to be.

It made enough sense, at least to me, which is why I'd let her go join Maggie while I waited down in the foyer for the two to finish with Gregory- who I'd already decided was an asshole.

Walking towards one of the front windows, I hadn't even realized Abraham was done here as well until he spoke.

"How long do you think Rick and Michonne been ugging bumplies?" he asked with a little grin.

Turning to him, I shrugged. "I don't know." it was true. I spent most of my time with Rick, and he'd never said anything. As far as I knew Vic didn't know either.

Standing from the chair he'd been on, he moved closer to me. "You and Vickie ever think about it? Really settling down? Doing what Maggie and Glenn are doin'? You ever think about havin' a pup?"

I didn't answer right away because Vic and I hadn't said anything to anyone about us trying to have a baby. I was beginning to wonder if we should. At least it might help keep her out of danger... But without really talking about it with her, I knew I shouldn't say anything.

Shaking my head, I lied. "Nah. We ain't ever talked about it." I told him before turning around and walking off. I'd wait for Vic somewhere else.

MPOV

I knocked lightly on the wooden door in front of me before opening it and stepping inside, Vickie right behind me. Gregory sat behind a wooden desk, turning to us as we stepped inside, a smile on his face.

"Gregory." I nodded.

"Natalie and Vivien, right?"

"Maggie and Victoria." I corrected.

He shrugged. "That's pretty close."

I shook my head, a polite smile tugging on my lips. "Not really."

He laughed getting up from his chair. "She calls them like she sees them. I like that. Come in, let's chat." he gestured for us to move ahead as he reached to close the door.

I looked over my shoulder at Vickie, who gave a short nod. Both of us moved forward, closer to the fireplace. Above it was a painting. I could tell it was old as I looked up at it, my eyes falling on the horse. It reminded me of one of the horses we'd had when I was growing up...

"Yeah. I came to this place once before, when it was a museum. With some Chamber of Commerce thing." Gregory started, moving to join us. "Love that painting." he gestured to the one Vickie and I were looking at. "I never figured it'd be mine, here it is. It's like it was waiting for me the whole time." he turned to us.

Looking away from the painting, I smiled sweetly at him. "Hmm."

I'm not an idiot, and neither is Vickie. It was obvious that Gregory was flirting with us, not that I was surprised. He seemed like the kind of guy that was used to getting his way, and what he wanted, no matter what it was. Unfortunately for him, Vickie and I didn't play that way.

Turning around, he moved to the couch, sitting in the middle, clearly leaving space for both Vickie and I to sit on either side of him. Instead we chose to sit on the two chairs opposite the lounge.

Moving on, Gregory began to talk. "Jesus told me your group saved Dr Carson. Obviously, a doctor's a rare commodity today, so I want to thank you for bringing ours back."

Vickie gave a short nod. "Our husbands saved him."

It had taken everyone some time to figure out Daryl had given Vickie a ring. They hadn't flaunted it or anything- they weren't like that- and they never really talked about what kind of relationship they had. So hearing her say husband let me know right away that she was sending Gregory a message to back off.

"I'll be sure to thank them, too." Gregory offered.

With that, I got to business. "This place, what you have here, has been here since the start?"

"That's right."

"And how..." I smiled lightly. "How is it... How have you survived here?" it wasn't an odd question. Our group had been in many communities before we finally found Alexandria.

He shrugged. "You're looking at how. I'm good at this. And I don't get hung up on the details." it wasn't an answer, but it's all he was giving before he went on. "Where you live, is it as nice as the Hilltop Colony?"

"It's just different." I told him.

"How do you feed everyone? Jesus aid you had land for gardens, but no crops."

"We just started planting." I explained.

"Planting what?"

"Cucumbers, tomatoes."

He shook his head. "No, crops. Soy, corn, hemp, sorghum."

"Garden stuff."

"But you have guns, so I assume you have a decent weapons cache."

"It's decent."

"And your infirmary, is it stocked?" he seemed to be getting a lot of information from us, it was time to turn the table.

"Is yours?" I asked. "We came here hoping to talk trade. Do you have enough here for that?"

He grinned cockily. "You see what I have here. You see what I've built. Jesus said that your food situation was challenged right now. You don't keep people fed, it comes apart. Let's speak the common tongue here, huh?" he leaned forward. "You don't have shit. Now, I'm happy to help. I'm a nice guy. But we can't just give things away for free. How's this? Since you can't offer much, I'll let your people work here for their share. You'd both be welcome additions to the community." he looked from Vickie to me. "Two smart and beautiful women. Getting back to that common tongue... I can tell ya, I can make it worth your while."

I leaned forward. "Let me stop you right there."

But he just went on. "Listen, honey-"

Vickie- who had been quite for some time now- cut him off. "Gregory, cut the bullshit. Stop coming on to us. Stop flirting. Just stop." he looked to her, a little surprised. "You don't have shit, either. Yeah, you have food. Yeah, you have some medicine. But let's face it, having food means nothing if you don't have protection. Without ammo, you're not worth much."

He leaned back. "Who said we don't have ammo?"

Ignoring his question, Vickie went on. "So let's speak the common tongue. We can help each other, if that's what you want."

But he just wouldn't give in. "What, are you gonna give us a bottle of aspirin and a box of bullets?" shaking his head, he got to his feet. "Thank you, Vivien, Natalie. Been a good talk." he said before moving towards his desk again.

I was up on my feet right away, following him. "We can help each other." I insisted.

"We're doing fine." he told me. "Are you?"

I could hear Vickie get up and move to me. "Come on." she spoke to me as she stood at the end on his desk, her back to Gregory. "He's just wasting our time."

After thinking it over for a moment, I nodded. "You're right." with that, we both turned for the door and left.

VPOV

I stood with Daryl behind dad, Glenn, Maggie, Abraham and Michonne off to the side. Maggie and I had told everyone what had gone down in Gregory's office, letting them know he wasn't interested in anything we had to offer. It was a lie, he'd shown not so subtle interest in Maggie and myself, but there was no need to tell everyone else that- especially Glenn and Daryl.

Once we told them everything, dad had sought Jesus out, needing proper answers.

"We want to generate trade, Gregory does." Jesus started. "But ammo isn't something we urgently need."

Dad shrugged. "Well, how's that?"

"The walls hold. We just brought in more medicine. Gregory wants the best deal possible."

Daryl, who hadn't stopped moving, stepped forward. "Yeah, well, we want things, too."

"We need food." dad noted. "We came all this way, we're gonna get it."

"I will talk to him and we will work this out." Jesus insisted. "Circumstances change. We're doing well now, and you will next. I will make him understand that. Can you give me a few days?"

Before anyone could say or do anything, I nodded, stepping up to stand in front of our group. "We can. But if you can't get Gregory to change his mind, we will."

Jesus looked at me, standing his ground as I stood mine.

When we were outside the walls of the Hilltop I'd made my mind up pretty quickly. I'd watched Jesus and the other's we brought back, and I decided to trust them- to a point. When I decided that, I also chose to step up and take charge. Dad wasn't exactly good with people, Maggie could be a little soft sometimes, and no one else was willing to do it, so I would.

Keeping our people's wants and needs in mind, I refused to show any sign of weakness. That's why I was hard on Gregory. That's why I was making threats now.

The front door of the building opened before Jesus could respond. One of the guys we'd brought back walked in, not looking very happy.

Right then, Gregory stepped out of his office. "What's wrong?"

They guy who'd just walked in came to a stop, looking at his leader. "They're back."

Gregory moved first, walking towards the front door with Jesus right behind him. I looked to dad, who nodded, before our group followed the others. We stayed back, watching Gregory and Jesus as they moved down the stairs and on to the dirt path, heading towards three people walking this way.

"Ethan, what happened to everybody else?" Gregory asked. "Where's Tim and Marsha?"

The guy walking in front of the group- Ethan- answered. "They're dead."

Gregory looked to the three people. "Negan?"

"Yeah." Ethan nodded.

Gregory was confused. "We had a deal."

"He said it wasn't enough." the other guy in the group spoke. "Was the drop light?"

"No." Gregory insisted.

"They still have Craig." the woman of the group told him.

"They said they'd keep him alive, return him to us, if I delivered a message to you." Ethan stepped up to Gregory.

"So, tell me."

Ethan rested a hand on Gregory's shoulder. "I'm sorry." then, moving quickly, he stabbed the older man.

That's when our people took action.

Dad and Michonne pulled Ethan away while Glenn, Maggie and Jesus helped Gregory down to the ground gently. Daryl, Abraham and myself got out our guns, ready to fight.

"Get off of me!" Ethan struggled against dad and Michonne. "I had to!" he pushed Michonne away and to the floor before moving to hit dad.

But dad was too fast and managed to knee Ethan to the ground. Once he was down, dad knelt over him, bringing his fist down on to Ethan's face, punching him over and over.

The other guy in Ethan's group moved to dad, grabbing him and pulling him off. But seeing my dad in danger, I rushed over, throwing my body on to the other guy, getting him off the ground and giving dad the chance to go back to Ethan.

The guy I was struggling with didn't seem to care I was a woman. Our struggling turned into a fight pretty quickly. We were kicking, punching, pushing and shoving all over the place, trying to get the upper hand. Anger was fuelling him, while I just relied on my skills and experience. Unfortunately I didn't notice the ditch in the ground.

As my foot landed, I rolled my ankle and fell. It dawned on me then that this guy could win...

Suddenly someone barged into the guy, knocking him to the ground. Looking over, I saw Abraham as he started to fight and struggle with the guy.

Daryl moved over to me. "You okay?" he asked, reaching forward, offering me a hand before helping me to my feet.

I nodded. "Fine. Help Abraham."

Not needing to be told twice, Daryl moved over and grabbed the guy who was on top of- and choking- Abraham. Daryl grabbed the guy's arm and broke it before pushing him away from Abe.

Reaching down to grab my gun off the ground where I'd dropped it, I instantly aimed it at Ethan, who was kneeling over my dad, a knife to his throat.

"Hey! Stay back!" Ethan warned. "Anybody who tries to stop me is killing my brother!"

Ethan didn't see her coming, but Michonne stepped up to him, hand on sword, ready. "Drop it."

Ethan looked up at her and that was enough to give dad his chance. I have no idea what he had in his hand, but whatever it was, dad used it to stab Ethan in the neck, causing blood to pour out of the wound and on to dad, killing Ethan.

Tossing the body aside, dad got to his feet, looking around as all the Hilltop people watched him. "What?" he shrugged.

"Ethan!" the other guy in the small group called, but didn't move as Daryl had his gun aimed at him. "You killed him."

"He tried to kill Gregory, then me." dad noted as if it was that simple.

The woman of the group stepped forward and swung her fist, hitting dad right in the face.

Michonne acted quickly, moving to the woman and shoving her to the ground. "Don't." she warned.

With all the commotion, the guards had come down from their posts. "Drop it now." one of the guards ordered, seeing us with our weapons aimed at his friends.

Dad shook his head, his gun now raised seeing as the guards had their spears aimed at us. "I don't think I will."

Jesus rushed into the middle of the gathering crowd. "Everyone, this is over! It's over. Ethan was our friend. But let's not pretend he was anything more than a coward, who attacked us. He did this. And these people stopped him."

When Jesus turned to him, dad nodded. "What can I do?"

"Put the gun away." Jesus told him. "You've done enough."

Just like that, dad lowered his gun, the rest of us following suit.

With that, Jesus turned to our people. "You need to know that things aren't as simple as they might seem. Just give me some time."

"Okay." I nodded, agreeing, looking around. "We'll be inside." I gestured to the house.

Seeing the scared looks on everyone's faces I had a feeling they'd like it best if they couldn't see us, if we disappeared. So going inside, away from the people, felt like our best option if we were to wait here. If they didn't want us here at all, well I guess we'd just leave. But these people needed us. Not in the way we'd thought and they realized, but I could see it now.

DPOV

"That name." Abraham started, taking a seat in the large room we'd gather in. "Negan. Daryl, Sasha and I, we've heard it before."

Rick turned to him. "When?"

"Back on the road when we were headin' home after leading the herd away. We came across a group of guys on bikes, blocking the road. Wanted all our stuff." Abraham answered.

Vic looked up at me, frowning, confused.

Neither of us had told each other what had happened while we'd been apart then. I hadn't told her about the people in the forest or the men on the bikes. She hadn't told me about what went down at home.

We usually told each other everything, but we'd pushed it all aside and moved on right away. I didn't want to tell her, and I guess she felt the same way. After we'd talked about making a baby it set it all in stone. As far as I was concerned, what happened in the past, could stay there.

But as Abraham went on, I could see Vic silently asking me why I'd never said anything.

"Head honcho wanted us to take them back to Alexandria. Told us everything we had belonged to Negan. When I questioned him, he threatened to kill both Sasha and myself. Daryl used the RPG, blew them to pieces."

As everyone took in the new information, I watched Vic. She'd turned away to look at the ground as if she was thinking something through. No one said anything else. The room fell silent as we waited for Jesus or someone else to come give us some news, I couldn't stop wondering what she might be thinking about.

Stepping closer to her, I spoke quietly so only she could hear. "What are you thinkin'?"

She shrugged, speaking just as low. "Jesus said it himself, they don't have fighters. We do. We're all fighters. They need Negan gone. We need food. Maybe we should do it. Maybe we should get rid of Negan."

The doors opened as Jesus walked in. "Dr Carson was able to patch Gregory up. He's in pain, but he'll live."

"So, what happens now?" Michonne asked.

"Things like that don't usually happen here, but, uh, it's settled." Jesus shrugged.

"We heard the name 'Negan'." Rick stepped forward. "A while back, Daryl and Abraham had a run-in with his men. Who is he?"

"Negan's the head of a group of people he calls the Saviours. As soon as the walls were built the Saviours showed up. They met with Gregory on behalf of their boss. They made a lot of demands, even more threats. And they killed one of us." this got all our attention as Jesus went on. "Rory. He was sixteen years old. They beat him to death right in front of us. Said we need to understand, 'right off the bat'. Gregory's not exactly good at confrontation. He's not the leader I would've chosen, but he helped make this place what it is, and the people like him."

"He made the deal." Maggie finished, reading into what Jesus wasn't saying.

Jesus nodded. "Half of everything. Our supplies, our crops, our livestock, it goes to the Saviours."

"And what do you get in return?" Glenn asked.

"They don't attack this place. " Jesus answered simply. "They don't kill us."

"Why not just kill them?" I asked. I'd heard what Vic said, but I need to hear him say it.

Jesus scoffed lightly. "Most of the people here don't even know how to fight, even if we had ammo."

"Well, how many people does Negan have?" Rick seemed to be coming to the same conclusion that Vic had.

"We don't know." Jesus shrugged. "We've seen groups as big as twenty."

I shook my head. "Now, hold up. So, they show up, they kill a kid, and you give them half of everything? These dicks just got a good story. The bogeyman, he ain't shit."

"Well, how do you know?" Jesus didn't seem too sure.

"A couple months ago, we took his guys out PDQ." Abraham told him. "Left them in pieces and puddles."

"Yeah, we'll do it." I nodded. "If we go get your man back, kill Negan, take out his boys, will you hook us up? We won't food, medicine and one of them cows." I gestured to the window facing their farm animals.

Jesus looked to Rick, who shrugged. "Confrontation's never been something we've had trouble with."

"You set it up and we'll play it through." Vic stepped forward to stand next to me. "You saw what happened outside, and we weren't even prepared for that."

Jesus looked from Vic, to Rick and then back, before giving a short nod. "I'll take it to Gregory." he said before turning and leaving the room.

VPOV

We stood on a balcony, looking down at the crowd of people gathered around the burning pile of wood, and Ethan's body which was set on top.

After hearing Abraham, and Jesus, and seeing everything Hilltop had, dad could see what I saw. These people were weak, and they needed protection. We were strong, and needed food. It just made too much sense not to make the deal we'd just made with Jesus.

"They have food, we don't." dad started, trying to explain the situation to the others. "We don't have enough of anything. Except us. What we can do." he turned to the rest of us. "This is the trade."

"It's gonna cost us something." Maggie noted, not liking the plan but not disagreeing with it either.

I'm not saying I enjoyed killing people, none of us did. If someone did, I'd be extremely worried and cautious when dealing with them. But over the years it had become clear. If you want to survive, you have to fight. If you decide to fight, you have to be willing to go all the way. If you don't go all the way, you end up dead.

Fighting for the people I loved, for the community and for our benefit made it okay with me. I'd been through the steps enough times to make myself numb enough to push through and do it again. So if we had to kill, I would do it, no questions asked.

The doors to the balcony opened before Jesus stepped out and joined us. "Gregory's up, he wants to talk." but when dad stepped forward, he stopped him. "To Maggie and Victoria. He wants to talk to Maggie and Victoria."

Maggie and I locked eyes. It was clear she didn't want to deal with Gregory again. But I simply gave her a look of determination, hoping she could see I was there for her.

Glenn turned to his wife. "You got this."

I nodded, moving to stand next to her. "We do."

Looking from me to Maggie, dad stepped forward. "Deanna was right about the two of you." he told us as he rested a hand on my shoulder. His eyes turned to me and I felt his pride give me a little more confidence.

Not needing anything else said, both Maggie and I turned to follow Jesus. As we walked, my eyes landed on Daryl, who was watching me carefully like he always was. I knew he'd be waiting for us to finish with this talk, ready to get out of here as soon as possible. It was clear he didn't exactly like this place too much.

"I'm sorry in advance, Gregory can be a real prick." Jesus told us.

"We know." Maggie noted as we disappeared into the house.

...

"Come in." Gregory called from inside the room.

Maggie opened the door and stepped inside first before I followed, shutting the door behind me. The room was dimly lit. The curtains drawn back over the windows, blocking out most of the natural light. The two lamps on either side of the bed provided a little more light which was softer and easier on the eyes. It gave an air to the room, making the place seem even older... and Gregory like an even bigger creep for some reason.

"Sorry for the gloom." he started. "They have me on these antibiotics that make me sensitive to the sunlight." he went on as we moved to stand at the end of his bed. "This is agony. It's like somebody's twisting my intestines with a cement mixer."

"It could have been worse. You're lucky we were here." Maggie noted. "Jesus told you about our offer?"

Gregory gave a short and weak nod. "He did. What makes you think you can do what we haven't done?"

"We've handled people like Negan." Maggie told him.

"How?"

I pulled out my knife, using it to catch the light of the lamps, looking down at the blade without a care. "They're dead." I shrugged.

Gregory turned to me, seeming both amused and a little scared. But he didn't say anything. He knew better than that.

Maggie went on. "We can get your man back."

"I don't know if Craig's worth the trouble. I mean, it's his brother who did this."

Maggie folded her arms over her chest, getting defensive. "He was fighting to save someone he loves. He was afraid."

"That makes him weak. Frankly, I don't know if I want him back in our gene pool."

"My dad used to tell me forgiveness takes more strength than anger." Maggie was big on family, we all were.

Gregory didn't seem to care. "Well, yeah, I guess. He's a hell of a cook. He makes these amazing baked eggs with green tomatoes."

Not interested in what he had to say, Maggie got to business. "You give us supplies. We'll save Craig and take care of Negan and the Saviours, permanently." she offered.

Gregory laughed. "I'm sorry, I find this whole conversation pretty funny. I mean, you baulked when I proposed that your people work for our supplies, but now... Isn't that exactly what's happening here? See, I had leverage and I used it. See, it wasn't personal."

"Yes. We need food, you have it." Maggie admitted. "We're willing to work for it."

"Then I'll get supplies for your people."

"Good." Maggie gave a short nod.

"I'll talk to Jesus and he'll make the arrangements." Gregory grinned. "See, this was fun. Exciting."

I stepped forward, a grin on my own lips. "Half."

Gregory watched as I stood right at the foot of his bed. "Excuse me?"

Maggie stood next to me. "Half of what you have."

"Right now." I added.

Maggie nodded. "We saw what happened out there. We heard what Ethan said. The Saviours' are expecting more. Soon enough, you'll have nothing. What happens then? Without ammo, without fighters... You'd be a dead man. So half of everything you have, right now, or the deal's off." a light smile played on her lips. "You see? We have leverage."

Gregory lifted his hands, applauding us softly. "Congratulations. You have yourself a deal."

Grin still firmly in place, I kept my eyes on the old man. "Now wasn't this fun? Exciting?"

"Do you want anything else?" he asked, amusement gone from his tone. "Kidney, maybe?"

"Not that." Maggie shook her head. "But I do want something."

RPOV

Michonne, Jesus and I were putting the supplies in the RV. Maggie, Glenn and Vickie were somewhere else, while Abraham and Daryl went to get the other guy that had been with Ethan.

"Even Negan didn't get this much up front." Jesus told me as we passed each other.

Seeing Daryl and Abraham leading the guy towards me, I came to a stop and turned to him.

"What?" he was clearly not happy. I didn't blame him though.

"Jesus said you've been taking supplies to Negan since the beginning. We're gonna get Craig back." I told him.

"The only way to get Craig back is to bring them Gregory's head." he noted.

I nodded. "We're gonna get Craig back."

"How?"

"We need to know what you know about Negan's compound. We need your help. We need you to come."

It took a moment. He looked around at first, looking at his people and then at ours before finally turning back to me and nodded. "Yeah. Okay." was all he said before he walked off.

Daryl stepped up to me before I could move. "Where's Vic?"

"I don't know." I answered honestly before moving to go grab a basket of supplies and take it to the RV.

Jesus walked beside me, carrying the last of the supplies. "You got room for one more, right? I mean, we're talking about righting the world here. Plus, you still have my knives." he added as he stepped in to the RV not really giving me a choice.

Michonne stood by the door waiting, so I moved to her. "Hey, you up for this?"

"It's gonna be a fight." she noted.

"We'll win." I told her. "We have to."

She nodded. "We'll win."

VPOV

Once Maggie and Glenn were done with the doctor, I'd slipped past them and into his trailer. It was silly, I know. I could have told them, I mean they're my best friends. But I had this gut feeling something was up, and I needed to talk to a professional before I decided to do anything else.

"Hello?" I called out.

Harlan poked his head around the corner, looking surprised to see me. "Victoria, right?"

I nodded. "Yeah, uh... Call me Vickie."

"Okay." he walked around coming to stand in front of me. "So what can I do for you, Vickie?"

Nerves bubbled inside me. I found my eyes looking everywhere but at him as my fingers began to fidget with the hem of my shirt. "I was wondering if you could, uh... Could you have a look at my, um... I wanna know-"

Stopping me from making a bigger fool of myself, Harlan gave a small smile. "I know the worlds turned upside down, but that doesn't change a doctor's ethic's. If you need to tell me something, I'm bound by confidentiality."

Hearing him say that made me feel a little better, even though I knew there wasn't anything stopping him from telling people stuff anyway. But still, I found my words flowing a little easier now. "My husband and I are trying to have a baby, but I don't know if everything's okay... You know... Down there."

"Ah." he nodded, seeming to understand. "Well, is there any reason why you think there may be something wrong?"

"Yeah, um... I've been through a lot. Physically. I've done so much damage to my body, I just don't know what's working right and what's not, anymore." I shrugged.

"Okay. It's hard to figure these things out for sure these days, but hopefully an ultrasound will tell us something. I'll at least be able to see what we're working with."

The nerves began to bubble again but I found myself nodding. "Okay."

"Great." he smiled kindly. "Why don't you follow me?"

...

"I'm sorry." Harlan's voice rang in my head as I leaned against Daryl, his arm around my shoulder. "I'm not saying it's impossible. But it is very unlikely that your body will be able to hold a baby... I'm so sorry."

Everyone had been wondering where I'd been while they were stocking the RV full of supplies. I'd lied, telling them I was in the bathroom, checking to make sure I hadn't been hurt in the fight. I hadn't even told Daryl the truth.

Now that I knew the chances of me getting pregnant were extremely low- like I had a better chance at randomly making a cure to kill all walkers- I felt as if I'd let him down. He'd been the one to say the words. He'd been the one to say he wanted a child. So the fact we might not be able to, and it was because of me, had my heart ache.

Sitting across from me, I watched as Glenn handed Michonne the ultrasound photo of his and Maggie's baby. He didn't say anything He just gave a small smile. Michonne smiled as well as she looked down at the picture, hope growing in her eyes. When she was done she looked up at Daryl and myself and handed the picture over.

Daryl took it, holding it so we could both see the tiny figure that was currently growing inside my best friend. His arm pulled me tighter as he pressed his lips to the top of my head.

It was too much. Seeing the tiny soon-to-be baby. My heart ached even more, which made me feel guilty, which just had me hurting deeper.

But I fought through the pain and looked up at my best friends. Glenn smiled at me and seeing him this happy healed my heart enough for me to smile back at him.

Bamby

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Chapter Sixty-Three: Our Fifteen Minutes

[Hey everybody! Sorry for the really long wait within chapters, and the sort of confusing order- this chapter was written and published AFTER the last one was. A lot of stuff happened [spoiler] [basically I Beatrice and Lorne died, and Lucky literally became a ghost, but then get famous came out and I was literally horrified that Beatrice had died before getting to be in a hollywood chapter so I made a fake family, revived her, and got famous. Anyway, sorry for any confusion, onto the chapter!!]

Dusty: “Gee, Lucky, I sure am worried about Taffy.”

Lucky: “I know! Ever since she got a crush on that Johnny guy, she’s been acting really different.”

Lucky: “I just wish she knew how cool she is when she’s being herself!”

Taffy: “Hi guys…”

Lucky: “Not too cool to play with us anymore?”

Taffy sighed.

Taffy: “I’m sorry I acted that way guys. Johnny...didn’t like me as much as I thought he did- I saw him kissing another girl after our beach date!”

They gasped.

Dusty: “Well, he’s stupid anyway.”

Lucky: “Yeah! And we like you just the way you are, Taffy!”

Taffy: “Aw, you guys are the best! I’m so happy that the Aristocrat family sticks together!”

The sound of canned applause starts as Beatrice walks into the room.

Beatrice: “That’s right, kids, stick together, that way you always have a wingman to make you look good in front of strangers. Oop, Lorne, sweetie, my simsmapol- oh, thank you dear”

She said as a new drink appeared right in her hand.

The kids laugh.

Beatrice: “Well, you look better, sweetheart. All that black makeup wasn’t doing anything for the bags under your eyes. Chin up!” She said, and sauntered away to the bar in the background.

Actual Lucky: “Aaaand...Cut!”

*one week earlier*

Lorne: “Breakfast! I made breakfast for everybody!”

The sound of groans and too many people for one house yawning sleepily down the stairs spreads out to the kitchen, where Lorne smiled and dished out the pancakes he made for everybody.

They all sat around the table, shoving elbows out of the way when they ate their food.

Lorne: “So, what’s on the agenda for today?”

Beatrice: “You know none of us really...work….right?”

Lucky: “Hey! Courtney and I work, we run our own business!”

Beatrice: “When was the last time you went to work.”

Lucky: “...”

Beatrice: “I’m not shaming you, sweetheart, I’m just stating a fact. Today, we are all going to lay in our respective beds, reading our respective magazines, and then take intermittent naps.”

Lucky: “And what would you rather do?”

Beatrice groaned.

Beatrice: “Anything- “ She held up a hand to preemptively silence her husband “But going to work.”

Courtney: “We could always volunteer as a family.”

Courtney was met with the iciest stare yet.

Courtney: “One day I’ll get you to do it.”

Beatrice: “But you’ve noticed it too, right, ever since this boring mr boring guy moved in, everything has been boring. I mean nothing fun has happened to us since my last awesome party.”

Lucky: “No. We are not throwing another party. It’s too much. Nobody ever shows up wearing the right thing and we have to stay there for days without sitting because nobody can stand still long enough to take pictures. Out of the question.

Beatrice: “Fun things used to just fall in our laps! The phone would ring and it would just be somebody telling us what awesome thing to do next!”

Lucky’s phone started to ring.

Beatrice: “Oh thank god I wasn’t sure it would work that time! I wish I had a fancy hat!”

Beatrice: “Oooh, this is fun, isn’t it?”

Patty Alexander: “Lucky, how have you been?”

Lucky: “Aunt Patty? It’s been good, how are you?”

Patty Alexander: “No time for chit-chat, Lucky. I recently found a VHS tape, I watched it out of curiosity, and it was the pilot that your Glammother made for a reality show. It had been recut by my father, but the show never got any traction at the agency. I work at the agency now, and I think we could come up with a project based on you legendary family, don’t you agree?”

Lucky: “Um...yes?”

Patty Alexander: “Great, come up with ten ideas by tomorrow I will call you at exactly 8 am to talk about it.”

Lucky: “8 am? Really?”

Patty Alexander: “Pleasure doing business with you.”

Day 1 of Production

Chloe: “I can’t wait to be famous, guys!”

Pierce: “I don’t really think this is going to take off, what about you, Vivi?”

Vivien: “If it doesn’t I’m going to drown in a sea of ennui. This is a chance to really let my creative prowess as an actress shine!”

Lucky: “Okay, everybody, say hello to the cast. Let’s just stay cool about this, it’s just a little sitcom. I think if we keep it light and fun we’ll all come out of this ahead- yeah?”

Lucky:Cherish will be playing my mom, Beatrice. My mother is not on set today, value this time, Cherish, it will be the last productive moment for you on this set.”

Lucky: “Darren, you are my dad, Lorne. All you have to do is smile, agree with anything my mom says, and constantly be churning out drinks from the bar in the background. Do not stop even for a moment, even if the bar is completely covered in undrunk Bridgeports, you keep going.”

Lucky: “Leslie is playing Glamma Astrid, uh...I dunno. Act ignored. Like you had a lot of potential and then no follow up. You’re Walt from Lost. I don’t have my step-grandpa in here, the casting fell through since I couldn’t find someone with as perfect a head of hair. Courtney- make a note to find a wig guy, and then find me a Roscoe.”

Lucky: “Tessa is playing my older sister Taffy. She’s smart, lovesick, and a snitch. I want a cross between Rory Gilmore and the sister from Phineas and Ferb.”

Lucky: "My niece will be playing Three, the alien girl that we found in the woods. She’s not here today- we’re gonna film her when I’’m supposed to take her to the library next week, nobody tell her dad.”

Lucky: “And, of course, these are my three children, Chloe, Pierce, and Vivien. Chloe will be playing me, you’re the main character, you’re brother is missing, shenanigans ensue. You love dogs and antagonising people, you know the drill.”

Chloe: “Yes!”

Vivien: “But I thought I would play you!”

Lucky: “Pierce you’re playing my brother Dusty. He’s kinda dorky, and then finds this alien girl in the woods and bonds with her. It’s cute.”

Pierce: “I think I can handle that.”

Lucky: “And lastly, Vivien, you will be playing my little brother Milo, who is kidnapped in the begining and then we find him later. Any questions?”

Vivien: “Wait- am I even in it?”

Lucky: “Um….yeah. Eventually. You’re gonna do great, cutie. Everybody read through the script and be ready to shoot the first scenes by tomorrow!”

Day 4 of Production

Luchloe: “Quick! Hide! Mom is coming this way!”

Fake Beatrice: “Hey cuties, gotta go do a video kiss kiss please subscribe!”

Fake Two: “She didn’t look up from her magic rectangle.”

Dusty Pierce: “Shh!”

Lucky: “Okay, I think she’s gone. Phew. For a second there I was really worried she would catch us and Strider and we’d have to take him back. Good boy!”

Dusty: “Also the alien girl we found in the woods, Lucky.”

Lucky: “Yeah, but that’s a person, mom is definitely not going to notice some random kid in our house if she doesn’t make a mess. This is a good puppy!”

Real Lucky: “Cut! Nice job, guys, let’s take 30 for lunch!”

Vivien: “Mother. I’m going to have to insist that you switch my role with Chloe’s. I have ten times the acting chops she does! Not to mention how much I work drama into every day life!”

Lucky: “Don’t worry, Vivien, nobody would ever forget about that.”

Chloe: “Hey, Vivi, wanna eat lunch?”

Vivien: “No! I’m running lines, trying to prove that I’m actually serious about the business to my mother. Chloe, I swear, you getting to play our mom in the sitcom that she’s making about her childhood is the finest example of nepotism I have ever seen in my life.”

Chloe: “Didn’t we all kinda get hired because of nepotism, though?”

Vivien: “Ugh! I’ll be in my trailer!”

Chloe: “No fair! Why does Vivien get a trailer!”

Lucky: “Oh, no, honey, she just went to pout inside the puppet theater.”

Courtney: “Hey, girls. I have the latest shots for you to look at, babe. Great take, Chloe, you’re a rockstar. Where’s your brother? Why are you rolling your eyes.”

Chloe: “Because he’s trying to talk to Tessa again.”

Lucky: “Oh, for god’s sake I told him….I’ll go handle it.”

Pierce: “So, you know, just because we play brother and sister on this show, doesn’t mean we can’t date in real life.”

Tessa: “Oh my god, I didn’t even see you there. Did you need something?”

Pierce: “Yeah...you’re heart- hey!”

Lucky: “Sorry, Tess. Won’t happen again! You did great today!”

Lucky: “Pierce, I told you to stop bothering the actresses.”

Pierce: “But we’re in love!”

Lucky: “No, you’re not. Keep dreamin, kid. She’s not into you. Okay, back on set in five, people!”

Cherish: “Hey, yeah, I feel like my character is just like...a super bad mom? Can we do something about that in the script?”

Lucky: “These are all based on true stories. You’ve met her. She was on set yesterday, is it really that surprising?”

Cherish: “No, I get it, but, like, that magazine just released that story about me being, like, a really bad mom. And I don’t want people to take it the wrong way, y’know?”

Lucky: “Um, use it in your performance. We have a schedule to stick to everybody! Two minutes!”

Day 6 of Production

Vivien: “Mom! I need to talk to you!”

Lucky: “Sweetie, I love you, but I don’t have time to talk about your part right now. Right now I need to keep your Glamma away from the actors.

Beatrice: “Why is she out of costume. Lucky, you’re the director, do something.”

Lucky: “Fine. Excuse me, Cherish? Yeah, my mom wants to know why you’re not wearing the costume.”

Cherish: “I think my character would wear this. I have a rockin’ bod, if I have to dress conservatively, I’m gonna do the bare minimum.”

Lucky: “You’ve really….taken to your character, haven’t you? Keep the dress, honestly, if I wasn’t constantly lowering her hemlines she’d have put that on already.”

Beatrice: “You’re the one that keeps adding fabric to the bottom of this dress? Lucky! It’s practically down to my knees!”

Lucky: “Good, you’re too old to be wearing clothes like that mom. Cherish- you look fine, Mom, you also look fine in exactly what you’re wearing.”

Beatrice: “I could still pull it off! I’ll show you!”

Lucky: “I’m not looking forward to how that turns out. But maybe she’ll do it off set. Hopefully.”

Lorne: “No, you idiot, you don’t shake it like that, you shake it like this.”

Darren: “Isn’t that what I’m doing?”

Lorne: “No, and, ugh, what are you wearing?”

Darren: “The costume notes just said to dress up like Willy Wonka’s brother that runs a flavored vodka factory.”

Lorne: “Gosh, y’know, Lucky is just the sweetest daughter, isn’t she? Keep it, it’s fine, but I expect you to keep up the color, alright? Navy blue. It’s a brand.”

Lucky: “Hey, you kids doing ok? Pierce, great job out there, looking silent and quiet and waiting for your turn to speak. Very Dusty, I love it.”

Vivien: “Mom- why can’t I play you? I’m not even in it and I have to play you’re kidnapped little brother? This stinks! I’m a ferrari, you don’t keep a ferrari in the garage and roll out a barbie jeep and a tricycle.”

Chloe: “We can hear you.”

Vivien: “I’m speaking from the heart of an actress, Chloe, you wouldn’t understand.”

Chloe: “We’re all child actors, dude, chill out.”

Lucky: “I’m afraid I’m going to have to side with mini me, cutie. Chill out a little, Milo is a great part.”

Vivien: “Milo now would a great part.”

Lucky: “I really hope you have no idea what you’re saying, keep reading through your lines, I’m gonna watch the last runthrough. Love you!”

Pierce: “You know, if I was your boyfriend, I would never kiss another girl.”

Kelly: “Excuse me?”

Pierce: “I mean...I….bye….”

Pierce: “I couldn’t do it. I tried, but she’s too pretty. I was blinded by blonde.”

Chloe: “You know that she’s playing your sister, right?”

Pierce: “I know. She’s not my sister, though.”

Viviens: “You two are barbarians, I’m going to read lines.”

Chloe: “Nerd!”

Pierce: “Teacher’s pet!”

Chloe & Pierce: “Nice.”

Day 9 of Production

Lucky: “This is no good.”

Courtney: “Why not? What’s wrong with it?”

Lucky: “It’s not saying anything. We’re talking about self esteem here, this is real gritty stuff! We could change lives, Courtney.”

Courtney: “I mean, it’s a sitcom we made starring our own untalented children. I don’t think expectations are going to be that high.”

Lucky: “Courtney, Courtney, Courtney,”

Courtney: “Yes?”

Lucky: “Courtney, Courtney, Courtney, Courtney, Courtney,”

Courtney: “Please stop saying my name like that.”

Lucky: “We’re making art here, baby. Expectations are higher than they’ve ever been.”

Courtney: “Um…”

Lucky: “Let’s take it from the top, guys, and remember, the words are raw, and gritty. E M O T I O N A L, do you hear me people? She’s changing who she is for a man is that acceptable?!”

A non committal murmur of ‘no’ calls out from the cast.

Lucky: “Yeah. This is serious. TAKE IT FROM THE TOP!”

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Chlucke: It’s okay, Taffy! We like you just the way you are!”

Lucky: “Cut!”

Chloe: “What’s wrong?”

Lucky: “Baby, you have to think about the stakes here, your sister is heartbroken, she’s lost her whole identity, she’s on the verge of collapse, you need to feel this.”

Actual Taffy: “I thought it was fine. I mean, it was just a crush. I wore that dress with the storm clouds on it for a couple of days but-”

Lucky: “Taffy,”

Courtney: “Oh no.”

Lucky: “Taffy, taffy, taffy, taffy.”

Taffy: “Yes?”

Lucky: “I remember this. I saw the pain in your eyes. Johnny was the love of your life, and he threw you away like garbage.”

Taffy: “He still works at the movie theater so I think it’s fine. I’m married and happy. I have two kids that you didn’t cast in you’re show- thanks for that, by the way. What’s gotten into you, Lucky?”

Vivien: “I can do it mom! I can deliver the line with vivacity.”

Chloe: “She’s been waiting to use that one.”

Vivien: “You! Taffy! Don’t lose yourself in the sea of the unwashed masses! You shall rise above them! Walk among the stars as the women you are and will become!”

Pierce: “Yeah...that…”

Lucky: “That’s pretty good. Lucky, do that.”

Vivien: “But it was my monologue!”

Lucky: “I know, but it wouldn’t make sense coming from you, you’re still kidnapped.”

Vivien: “No fair!”

Lucky: “Honey, you’re not in this shot.

Day 11 of Production

Chloe: “Pierce, I do not want to go back in there.”

Pierce: “Me neither. Maybe if we just hide in here she’ll just recast us and let us go home.”

Chloe: “Is she being crazy? It seems like she’s literally gone crazy.”

Lucky: “Where are the children!? I need them! For my art!”

Chloe: “Oh no. She’s gonna make us do the heart to heart scene again, I know it.”

Lucky: “Vivien, where’s your brother and sister? You’re on today.”

Vivien: “I am?! Really?”

Vivien: “CHLOE! PIERCE! You’d better get out here now or I will cyberbully you forever!”

Chloe: “She’s gonna find us eventually.”

Pierce: “Maybe if we stay here, mom will let her play our roles.”

Vivien: “Found them! Saboteurs!”

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Luchloe: “I sure am glad you’re home, Milo! I can’t believe we found you!”

Milovien: “Happy that I’m home?! Is that all you have to say? Since you’ve abandoned me to the wills of a madman in an underground bunker? I may be shy,”

Milo: “I may be talented in a quiet way- but that does not mean that I do not have something to say! Hear me, brother and sister! For I don’t know if I can forgive your indifference in my heart, and I know for sure, that I will never forget it. But ho-”

Lucky: “Cut!”

Vivien: “What’d you think, mom?”

Chloe: “Here we go.”

Lucky: “It….was…..exhillerating. We’re gonna win an oscar for this, guys.”

Chloe: “I don’t think they give out oscars for single-camera sitcoms, Mom.”

Lucky: “Vivien, you and I will create art. Baby, we’re going to hollywood!”

Day 15 of Production

I live for my art

I breathe for my art

I live for my art.

If I can just get the hug at the end right. I know.

I just know.

I can make a difference.

Day 22 of Production

Lucky: “From the top!”

Chloe: “Mom, there’s only so many times we can hug. We’ve been doing this for days.”

Vivien: “She said from the top, Chloe! We have to do this right!”

Chloe: “Why though? I just wanna go hoooome!”

Vivien: “Mother? Permission to slap an actress.”

Lucky: “What? No, Vivien. But you do have to take it from the top! Take two hundred and eighteen!”

Courtney: “You know, Luck, I think we’ve got it.”

Lucky: “We don’t have it.”

Courtney: “Maybe take a break and do some other scenes? Or let everybody go home? I’m sure that we got it and-”

Lucky: “Are you questioning my vision, Courtney?”

Courtney: “Um...no?”

Lucky: “Good. Because if you were questioning it, then I would have to fire you.”

Lucky: “I’d fire all of you if I could! I’ll star in the show myself! Me and Vivien- my only talented daughter, who isn’t afraid to commit to something!”

Vivien: “Yeah!”

Lucky: “So if all of you want to quit! Fine! Quit!’

Chloe: “Is that an option?”

Lucky: “Only if you think you can live with yourself, Chloe.”

Chloe: “I mean….yeah. I quit. Right guys?”

Pierce: “Yup.”

Everybody: “Yeah, bye”

Day 27 of Production

Courtney: “Hey...Lucky?”

Lucky: “What do you want, traitor?”

Courtney: “Well, you’ve been sitting here at an editing table in the middle of an empty warehouse set in the dark for 5 days.”

Lucky: “The show is due in 2 days, and since everybody abandoned me, I had to to do it myself.”

Courtney: “Nobody abandoned you, Lucky. You just got a little crazy. Plus, we did film all the scenes from the original script. The only ones we didn’t do are those really rambly meta ones you added later. I think if you stick with what we thought of at first, then you’d see that we made something pretty cool.”

Lucky: “I don’t know if I can do it- cut apart my vision…….”

Courtney: “Do you want my help?”

Lucky: “..........Yes please.”

Premiere Day

Chloe: “This is so exciting!”

Vivien: “We’re gonna be on tv!”

Courtney: “Lucky, you gonna join us?”

Lucky: “Oh… I don’t know if that’s such a good idea. I know I ruined everybodys tv experience by getting too in my head about it. I was in an art spiral, there’s no excuse. I’ll just go watch it upstairs by myself so I don’t bother anybody…”

Chloe: “Mom! Come watch with us!”

Pierce: “Yeah, we’re not mad.”

Vivien: “You had a celebrity meltdown. Very chic.”

Beatrice: “I’m with Vivien- an epic meltdown is a very Beatrice move. I’m proud of you!”

Lucky: “So...we’re all a happy family again?”

Courtney: “A big happy family that’s about to watch itself on tv for the first time! C’mon, it’s starting!”

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That’s all for now! Thanks for reading and don’t forget to drop a comment if you liked it!!!!!! Also thank you so much to boolprop for making us January’s story of the month that was awesome!

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