#cassidy watches gossip girl

[fearsomeandwretched]

I'm sorry but it's sooo funny that after 5+ years of back and forth and all these dumbass love pacts Chuck and Blair made it takes Blair possibly having to testify against him for them to get married

[1shot-wonder]

5 Times Colin Bridgerton Fell In Love and One Time He Did Something About it (Colin Bridgerton x Fem!OC

(GIF Credit to bridgertonland)

Okay, disclaimer: This is not an x reader. I’m sorry! I just really liked this 5 +1 idea but I couldn’t figure out how to make it work and I really really really just have baby boy on the brain. I will be adding the main three Bridgerton boys to the request list as well, but only for the show. Below the cut will be the summary and more info! Thank you so much for reading!

Masterlist

This fic takes place in the show timeline, not the books, since I am only two books in and also wanted to use the Marina plot. However this is an AU where Penelope is not in love with Colin. Takes place basically when S3 will be, during the marriage season following Kate and Anthony’s wedding.  This will actually be 14 parts. I cranked out a prologue and all six moments for Colin and intend to write the OC POV but it will take a while since I only got this out today bc it’s the holiday and therefore I did not have class.

Summary: After his heartbreak over Marina Thompson and a wonderful trip abroad, Colin Bridgerton is finally starting to get his feet back under him. And when a new lady debuts on the marriage market, he may be ready to give love another chance.

Warnings: One mention of parental death. Spoilers for Bridgerton on Netflix. But other than that, none. Fluffy fluff and just softness all around. I am a Benedict girly at heart (maybe. I say that, but I may be converted) but I do want to offer some love for this sweet boy.

Prologue:

Colin POV: Word Count 288

“Have you all heard the news?”

“Oh no.” Benedict groaned when Riley took his seat with the brothers at White’s. “I do not care about whatever gossip you have heard about the debutantes.”

“Not even that there is a new one?” Riley joked. “Present by one of your acquaintances from what I’ve heard. Sir Henry Granville and his wife’s new ward.” Benedict raised his eyebrow. 

“Alright. I’m listening.”

“Apparently her father was Sir Granville’s cousin, passed away last year. Bad heart.” Riley explained. “And her mother died of consumption when she was young. So they took her in. Her parents had been rearing her for the marriage mart. And now that the grieving period has ended…”

“The girl’s father passed away last year and now she’s being pushed into the marriage mart?” Benedict asked. “That doesn’t sound like the Granville’s.”

“The girl has already pushed her debut back quite a bit. I believe she is twenty.” Riley waved their shock away. “She can’t wait forever.”

“Kate was twenty-two.” Benedict pointed out. 

“Do not patronize me, Bridgerton, I know your brother did not exactly propose.”

“Anthony loves Kate. As do we, so watch your tongue.” Colin snapped. 

“Alright. Alright. The point still stands that twenty is older than average for a debut. Just as twenty-nine is a tad old for a proposal.” Benedict rolled his eyes. That was a no. He was grateful to Granville, but he did not think he could be a member of his family and not let something slip. Colin was the one who actually mustered up a response. 

“Thank you for the information, Riley. If our mother ever runs out of gossip with which to entertain us, we will know just where to go.

Cassidy (OC) POV: Word Count 382

“So.” Lucy smiled at Cassidy as they settled into the parlor. “It is time to discuss your desires before we go to tonight’s ball.”

“What do you mean?”

“I must know what men to steer you towards and away from.” Lucy explained. “So, I suppose my first question is this- do you desire a love match, or would you be content with a marriage of convenience, of friendship.”

“I- I would like to marry for love. If I can.” She admitted. “But why does that matter?”

“There are men who have no interest in such a match, and therefore they are not worth our time. And, of course, some men who can not give you that.” Cassidy nodded in understanding. They had revealed the nature of their marriage to her, not wanting any secrets between them. She had offered more acceptance and grace than they had expected. She was a sweet girl. “So, what sort of man do you wish to marry?” Cassidy tilted her head in thought. 

“That’s a complicated question.”

“I suppose it is.” Lucy laughed. “Then what do you wish to avoid? What is an absolute requirement?”

“Well…he has to love music. Or at the very least like it.” Cassidy stated. “I’ve always imagined myself playing the piano for my husband on quiet nights.” Lucy smiled softly. “And I want him to enjoy being outside. And travel.” She sat up. “I must marry a man who enjoys travel and will take me with him.” Lucy laughed. 

“You seem to know what you want more than you thought.” She observed. “What about his humor?” She asked lightly. “Do you want him to be impertinent and joke like you? Or would you prefer a serious man to balance you out?” 

“Maybe not quite as impertinent.” Cassidy admitted. “But he must be willing to indulge me.” Lucy nodded sagely. 

“It is very important for a husband to indulge his wife.” She agreed. “How else would I have gotten you that beautiful gown for the night?” She giggled. “So. A traveler, who likes music, and nature. And who has a sense of humor that may occasionally offend some of the more stately members of the ‘ton.” Already, a list was forming in her mind. “I believe we can find a man like that.”

I will start posting Colin’s POV’s tomorrow!

[summercassidy]

"the archer"

The archer symbolises the secret, 3am thoughts of a hopeless optimist. The person who wants to hope for the best, but internally expects the worst-case scenario. The person who wants to be in a committed relationship, but can't escape the reputation both devised from the outside world and from their own mind. Overall, the archer is the person who devises a thick, impenetrable mask to hide any signs of cracks or walls crumbling. Secretly, desperately, they want someone to finally look beneath that mask.

INTRODUCING SUMMER CASSIDY

&. BASICS

Full Name: Summer Cassidy

Nicknames: Sum

Age: 35

Gender & Pronouns: Female, She/Her

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Date of Birth: August 4th, 1988

Place of Birth: Kismet Harbor, OR

Hometown: Kismet Harbor, OR

Time in Kismet Harbor: 22 years initially; recently returned

Neighborhood: Emerald Mist

tw: death, attempted coercion & sexual assault, injury, fire

&. MORE BASIC INFO

Languages: English

Education: GED

Occupation: Actress

Drinks, Smokes, & Drugs: Drinks recreationally. Does not smoke or take any drugs.

Allergies: Shellfish.

&. PERSONALITY

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Likes: Watching movies, hot yoga, gossiping, talking about herself, shopping, helping others

Dislikes: Rude people, reading, the smell of cigarettes, confrontation

Love Language: Soft touches, words of affirmation

Habits: Drumming fingertips, humming, flicking her hair, calling people pet names.

Hobbies: singing, dancing, acting, running

Fears: obscurity, loneliness, embarrassment 

Five Positive Traits: generous, patient, warm, funny, open-minded

Five Negative Traits: narcissistic, naïve, impulsive, conceited, dishonest.  

&. APPEARANCE

Height: 5′6″

Hair: naturally brunette; dyed blonde.

Eye Color: blue

Tattoos: none

Piercings: Ears

Aesthetic: here

&. FAMILY INFORMATION

Parents: Elizabeth Cassidy née McDermott (mother, deceased), Harry Cassidy (father, estranged).

Siblings: Prudence "Prue" Cassidy

Relationships: Quentin James (Ex-husband)

Children: Sadie Elizabeth James (14); Lucas "Luke" Gene James (11)

&. INSPIRATIONS

Alexis Rose (Schitt's Creek); Barbie (Barbie); Cher Horowitz (Clueless); Gabrielle Solis (Desperate Housewives); Rachel Green (Friends).

&. BIOGRAPHY

Elizabeth Cassidy hadn’t yet thought of a name for her baby girl. Her indecisiveness held her back from firmly deciding on anything. However, as soon as she held her daughter for the first time, she knew her name was going to be Summer, to reflect the warmth and light the young child emulated. For the first few years of her life, it was mainly just Elizabeth and Summer. Harry, her father, was often away on business trips, but Summer never minded. She enjoyed being the centre of her mother's universe. They would spend every Saturday eating pizza and watching different Old Hollywood films - Summer was always enchanted by the glamour and passion the actresses had. When Summer was seven, she told her mom that she wanted to be an actress too, and Elizabeth immediately enrolled her into acting, dance and singing lessons. She even picked up a second job to make sure Summer could work towards her dream.

When Summer was ten, her mother revealed that she was no longer going to be an only child and that she was going to have a little sister. Summer didn't know how to react to the news, feeling like she was going to lose her mom to the new sibling. She was always quite estranged from Prue, the two girls seeming to have more differences than similarities. Regardless, Elizabeth loved them both and treated them both like they were the centre of her universe. When Summer was thirteen and her sister was three, they learned that their parents were divorcing. Harry had been cheating on Elizabeth during his business trips, and it was the first time Summer had witnessed true heartbreak. They had joint custody of both Summer and Prue, but Summer was never able to see her father in the same way, always trying to find reasons to stay with her mother.

Summer made friends easily all throughout her teenage years and was considered to be popular. She had boyfriends, made the cheerleading team and was becoming a very talented actress, often winning the leading roles at school shows. She was even crowned Prom Queen at her Senior Prom. Life was going swimmingly until Summer was eighteen and she got a phone call that changed everything. Her mom had been involved in a car accident and died on impact. All at once, Summer lost her mother and her best friend.

Summer’s loss made her even more determined to achieve her dream, wanting to make her mom proud and ensure that all the hard work she had put into her lessons didn’t go to waste. While working in local productions, she was introduced to Quentin James. The two immediately hit it off and entered a relationship. Two years later, they married in Kismet Harbor. Summer made it clear that it was her ambition to move to Los Angeles to progress her career, and her husband made the decision to join her there to practice medicine.

Summer didn’t have much luck during her first few years in LA in terms of acting. She managed to get some work as an extra, small speaking roles in television shows and even got a leading role in a television pilot that was never released. While her acting career was struggling, her family live was thriving as she and Quentin welcomed Sadie, their first daughter. Six months after Sadie was born, Summer went back to work. She was doing a commercial when she was spotted by a successful agent who hired Summer and began earning her more lucrative roles, including a long stint on a popular soap opera. People were beginning to recognise her and she was working more frequently than before, but still, she wanted more. In 2012, she had another child, Lucas, and went back to work again only after a month. It was at this time that Summer was becoming a household name. She starred in movies that made millions of dollars and was able to choose the most lucrative deals. However, with the work came the fame. Summer kept much of her life, including Quentin and the kids, private, and the press didn’t like that. Paparazzi began showing up at Quentin’s hospital, Sadie’s school and even their home. It seemed they couldn’t escape, and it only got worse the more Summer worked. She had to leave her family for long periods of time, and when she forgot Luke’s birthday, it became the final straw for Quentin. He filed for divorce and took the kids back to Kismet Harbor. Summer was devastated to lose her family, but she knew that she still had a lot to prove and goals to check off her bucket list. She stayed in Los Angeles, the kids staying with her for summer vacations and holidays. Both children, especially Sadie, blamed Summer for the destruction of their family, and became hostile towards her.

Finally, things started looking up again when Summer got the lead in a much-anticipated movie directed by an extremely influential director. Things were going well, until the director began making passes at her when they were alone. It escalated when he drunkenly tried to kiss her, which she rejected. The director told her that she either slept with him or he would ruin her name in Hollywood. Summer still refused, and she was ultimately fired from the movie and false allegations about her conduct on set and with co-stars and crew began flying around. Quickly, no production companies wanted to work with her anymore and her upcoming work was either cancelled or postponed. Summer tried to clear her name, but the director had more power than she did. Ultimately, she had no choice but to return home to Kismet Harbor, wanting to be with her children instead of icy LA.

Summer didn't receive the welcome she had been expecting when she returned home, and instead found herself often seen as the villain. Her children didn't want to see her, and Quentin's family thought she was nothing but bad news. Eventually, Summer and Quentin managed to bury the hatchet and rekindled their romance. It was then that Summer received a call from her publicist, who was thrilled to find out that she had returned home to her family. Her publicist generated an idea to get Summer bac on the map, but it involved allowing the paparazzi to capture Summer and Quentin together, cementing her role as the 'girl next door' yet again, which would allow her to recapture peoples' hearts. When Quentin found out about the plan, however, he broke things up with Summer permanently, seeing that he wasn't going to be able to pull her out of the Hollywood bubble.

Feeling at rock bottom, Summer had made plans to return to LA. That all changed, however, when a storm hit Kismet Harbor. Summer had tried to spend the day with her daughter, but they had ended up in the eye of the storm during a trip to the mall. A freak accident in a candle store ended in a tragic fire, and through her maternal instinct to save Sadie, Summer ended up with life-changing burns on her legs. She has still yet to come to terms with the injuries, but she knew that her Hollywood career would never be what it was. Sadie and Summer ended up having a long conversation following the incident, and Summer decided to stay in KH to be with her children.

This is the fresh start Summer had wanted, it just wasn't in the way she planned. Still, she is continuing to grow into a new and improved person.

Nobody said it would be fast, though.

TLDR:

Originally from Kismet Harbor and moved to LA at 23

Was married to Quentin James but they are now divorced

They have two children: Sadie and Lucas “Luke”

Became a famous actress but was blacklisted from Hollywood by a prominent director

[ultralightpoe]

Sleepovers - Bucky Barnes

Description: Bucky meets one of his neighbors, it’s not a normal introduction though. 

Warnings: Cussing, rude roommate 

Authors Note: This was just a small blurb that I wrote and I am debating doing a part 2. Would anyone be interested? Feel free to send in requests for marvel characters. ENJOY!!

Word Count:1,419

MAIN Master List - - Marvel Master List

          The apartment on the second floor of the cheapest apartment building in town was silent throughout all hours of the day until night came. The apartment, 2B, became a popular mystery for all the residents living there. 

             Charlie, from 3B, said the noises that came from below him were moans of a man. The old gardener speculated that a prostitute rented it out and worked through the night, sneaking her clients out before anyone saw.  Mrs. Davenport, the old widow that lived right next door to 2B in 2C, would always laugh and tell the old man he was a fool. Instead, she claimed that the apartment is haunted, that there was no moaning instead only screams of pain and grief. 

             Laney Gibbs, who lived on the first floor with her mother, often came up to hear the ghost stories Davenport liked to share. Stuffing baked goods and candy into her face, Davenport treating Laney like a granddaughter and all. She would never admit to her mother where she had been or what she had eaten, nor would she admit to anyone that she had seen the man living in 2B, for she liked the mystery they all talked about. 

              The apartment across the hall from 2B, otherwise known as 2E, was far less of a mystery to everyone else. In fact, the two girls that lived within that apartment were well known to everyone. 

               Cassidy was the one with the music at all hours of the day, no regard for anyone else as she blasted the punk rock sounds so loud you can feel them when you walked. Charlie liked to say that she was sacrificing the devil in their apartment, using the music to hide the screams as she prayed to the dark lord. Davenport would argue that she would never get away with it while you were living there, because while Cassidy enjoyed pissing people off you were…… well you were better.

              You were the one listening to music through headphones, a book in hand at all times and often conversed with everyone in the building. You were the one that helped Laney out of the trash chute when she got a little too carried away with the spy games, you were also the one that let Davenport hide her Pomeranian in your room while the landlord fixed her sink. (Phineas was named after her late husband…..and he ate your favorite pair of shoes). You were also the one that helped Charlie with the garden outside the apartment whenever the day was nice, and you weren’t working. 

             The residents had never seen the renters of 2B, but they all knew the girls of 2E very well. Which was why it was so odd when it all changed. 

             It was a Monday night, Bucky had just gotten back from a mission with Sam in Hungary, and he was less than thrilled on returning back to his apartment. He honestly hated the building and all the residents living there. The old man above him watched far too many romance movies while stomping around all day and the old woman beside him was a major gossiper who was never off the phone. Bucky knew far too much about her friend's daughter and her love issues. 

             Not to mention the girls across from him blasting the most outrageous music all the time. The assassin hated most of what his upstairs neighbor said, but he would admit that the devil worshiping theory had some reason. 

           But it was this or the Avengers compound with Tony Stark and the rest of the do gooders that Steve loved. (Not that he really had a problem with any of them, it was just weird). So as annoying as his neighbors were, and as embarrassing as his nightmares were, Bucky stayed.

          It was extremely late, Bucky was sure that everyone would be asleep by now, but when the elevator doors pulled apart with a ding he was greeted with you sleeping against your door. 

           You were on the floor, back to the door frame with headphones blasting some music that sounded like disco, gummy worms and an open book on the floor beside you. 

           Bucky stood there and stared for a moment, unaware of what to do in this situation. He didn’t want anyone in this building knowing who he was, he had already been kicked out of the last two apartments when everyone found out that ‘THE Winter Soldier’ was right next door. But what if something was wrong? 

          Finally deciding to at least see Bucky moved a bit closer, but not close enough to scare you. He tried clearing his throat loudly, muttering a small “Excuse me” but you obviously couldn’t hear him, Stayin Alive now blasting through your ears.

          Just walk away and leave her, Buck. He thought, looking to his door. But the little girl already knew who he was, so what was one more person? If this backfired well then he would suck it up and live with the others.

            He kneeled to your height, reaching out with his fresh hand to gently shake your foot which has you launching up. You woke up with a start, screaming a bit as Bucky rushed back too fast, his metal elbow making a dent in the wall. “Shit. Sorry. You were….were sleeping on th-the ground and I just wanted to make sure everything was alright.”

              He refused to look at you, keeping his arm semi hidden while trying to hide the dent he made in the wall. It was silent for a moment while he waited, the sound of your music (loud enough to be heard clearly through the headphones) filling the hall with the sound of Bee Gees. 

            “I’m so sorry. I really didn't mean to give you a fright.” You laugh nervously, causing Bucky to look up at you in shock. Your eyes were wide, mascara smudged under them, and they were also red and swollen. You have been crying recently. “I was just planning on reading for a while so my roommate could calm down.”

             “It’s fine. I just didn’t want to scare you too much” Bucky answers, still trying to hide the wall. “You and the roommate fighting?”

            “Yeah. She kicked me out.” 

             “She kicked you out? Out of an apartment you share?” 

              “Yup.” You snap, standing up and fixing your sweater. “I tried knocking on Mrs. Davenport's door but she had book club tonight and when she has book club she won’t wake up until 3 tomorrow. Heavy on the wine, those old ladies.”

              Bucky took a second to imagine being that old with Steve, meeting up every other week to discuss books and shows the grandkids recommend. He was also extremely grateful he missed this week's meeting, the 6 ladies often gave him a headache when he heard them through the wall.

              “I would need a lot of wine to suffer through the cheap romances they read too.” Bucky tries to joke, until he notices you hiding a book behind your back. You were the 7th person that never talked. Shit. “Not…not that those books are bad. Wine just makes everything fun.”

Lame. What a loser you are Buck.

“I wouldn’t know.”

“Not 21?”

            “Not a drinker.” You smile before holding out the hand that wasn’t hiding the book. “I’m Y/n. I live in 2E. You new to the building?”

            Bucky tried not to get a little hurt by the question, he had never let you see him before, well until now with your hand outstretched waiting for his. 

             Here was the problem, your right hand was hiding the book behind your back so you stuck your left hand out….. But he was hiding his left arm. 

             “No. I live in 2B. James.” He mutters, looking away from your hand. Seeming to take the hint you pull your hand back uncomfortably. 

              “Ah. 2B or not 2B?” You joke softly, putting your left hand behind your back as well, looking to your door. Shit. I made her uncomfortable. Fix this Buck. 

             “I travel a lot…. And I smell like an airport” He lies, gesturing to the bag he set on the floor. 'She locked you out or something?’

             “She did.” You sigh. 

             “Well……. W-well I have a couch.” He announces lamely, looking to the ground. “You can sleep there instead of the floor.”

            “Yes. That would be absolutely great!” You exclaim, rushing to hug him. He catches you easily, shock crossing through his body. 

             “It’s no big deal.”  Why was he excited?

Should I do a part 2?

[femslashrevolution]

Changes to the Popular Pairing List

Over nearly 9 years of Femslash Revolution, we have watched the popularity of many, many pairings rise and fall again. In order to better reflect this, we have decided to switch how we define our popular pairing list, which determines which pairings are too popular to be posted on Rarepair Thursdays.

Previously, posts were added to the list when they had appeared on the blog over 20 times across its whole duration. Under the new system, we will look at the number of appearances in the 10,000 most recent posts, which reflects approximately the last 18 months of content. Any pairing with more than 10 posts in that time span will be added to the list, while older pairings which no longer receive so many posts will be removed.

The full contents of the new Popular Pairing List appears below the cut.

Abby Holland x Harper Caldwell (Happiest Season)

Abigail x Tallie (The World to Come)

Addy Hanlon x Beth Cassidy (Dare Me)

Adena El Amin x Kat Edison (The Bold Type)

Adora x Catra (She Ra: Princess of Power)

Aerith Gainsborough x Tifa Lockhart (Final Fantasy)

Aino Minako x Hino Rei (Sailor Moon)

AJ Campos x Paige Evans (Crush)

Alana Bloom x Margot Verger (Hannibal)

Alex Danvers x Kelly Olsen (Supergirl)

Alex Nunez x Paige Michalchuk (Degrassi: The Next Generation)

Alexis Rose x Twyla Sands (Schitt’s Creek)

Alicia x Leighton (The Sex Lives of College Girls)

Alina Starkov x Genya Safin (Shadow and Bone)

Allison Argent x Lydia Martin (Teen Wolf)

Allison McRoberts x Patty O'Connor (Kevin Can F**k Himself)

Alyssa Greene x Emma Nolan (The Prom)

Amae Rali x Elida Al Feyr (Vagrant Queen)

Amalia True x Penance Adair (The Nevers)

Amanda Clarke x Emily Thorne (Revenge)

Amanita Caplan x Nomi Marks (Sense8)

Amity Blight x Luz Noceda (The Owl House)

Amy Silva x Kirsten Longacre (Vigil)

Ana Servin x Mariana Herrera (Madre solo hay dos)

Andi Agosti x Emília Alo (Rebelde)

Andi Mack x Buffy Driscoll (Andi Mack)

Andrea Sachs x Miranda Priestly (The Devil Wears Prada)

Andromache of Scythia x Quynh (The Old Guard)

Aneela x Delle Seyah Kendry (Killjoys)

Anissa Pierce x Grace Choi (Black Lightning; DCU)

Ann Walker x Anne Lister (Gentleman Jack)

Anne Shirley x Diana Barry (Anne of Green Gables; Anne With An E)

Anne Shirley x Diana Barry x Ruby Gillis (Anne With An E)

April Stevens x Sterling Wesley (Teenage Bounty Hunters)

April Young x Rebekah Mikaelson (The Vampire Diaries)

Arizona Robbins x Callie Torres (Grey’s Anatomy)

Asahina Aoi x Ogami Sakura (Dangan Ronpa)

Asami Sato x Korra (The Legend of Korra)

Aster Flores x Ellie Chu (The Half Of It)

Audrey Jensen x Emma Duval (MTV Scream)

Aurora x Mulan (Once Upon A Time)

Ava Daniels x Deborah Vance (Hacks)

Ava Sharpe x Sara Lance (Legends of Tomorrow)

Ava Silva x Sister Beatrice (Warrior Nun)

Barbara Howard x Melissa Schemmenti (Abbott Elementary)

Beauregard Lionett x Jester Lavorre (Critical Role)

Beauregard Lionett x Yasha Nydoorin (Critical Role)

Beca Mitchell x Chloe Beale (Pitch Perfect)

Becky Baker x Imogen Moreno (Degrassi: The Next Generation)

Bella Swan x Rosalie Hale (Twilight)

Bellatrix Lestrange x Hermione Granger (Harry Potter)

Bernadetta von Varley x Edelgard von Hresvelg (Fire Emblem)

Blair Waldorf x Jenny Humphrey (Gossip Girl)

Blake Belladonna x Yang Xiao Long (RWBY)

Bobbie Draper x Chrisjen Avasarala (The Expanse)

Bonnibel Bubblegum x Marceline Abadeer (Adventure Time)

Bonnie Bennett x Nora Hildegard (The Vampire Diaries)

Bradley Jackson x Laura Peterson (The Morning Show)

Brittany Pierce x Santana Lopez (Glee)

Buffy Summers x Faith Lehane (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Caitlin Snow x Iris West (The Flash)

Caitlyn x Vi (Arcane: League of Legends; League of Legends)

Calliope Burns x Juliette Fairmont (First Kill)

Cameron Howe x Donna Clark (Halt and Catch Fire)

Camina Drummer x Naomi Nagata (The Expanse)

Candace Powell x Lilly Fortenberry (Astrid and Lilly Save The World)

Carina Deluca x Maya Bishop (Station 19)

Carol Danvers x Maria Rambeau (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Caroline Forbes x Valerie Tulle (The Vampire Diaries)

Carrie x Flynn (Julie and the Phantoms)

Casey Gardner x Izzie (Atypical)

Cassandra x Rapunzel (Disney Princesses)

Charlotte Murchison x Mary Anning (Ammonite)

Cheryl Blossom x Toni Topaz (Riverdale)

Christina Braithwhite x Ruby Baptiste (Lovecraft Country)

Christine Chapel x Nyota Uhura (Star Trek: The Original Series)

Claire Novak x Kaia Nieves (Wayward Sisters)

Clarke Griffin x Lexa (The 100)

Clary Fray x Isabelle Lightwood (The Mortal Instruments)

Cora Hale x Lydia Martin (Teen Wolf)

Cosima Niehaus x Delphine Cormier (Orphan Black)

Cristina Soto x Joana Bianchi (Skam Spain)

Dana x Rachel (Mythic Quest)

Dani Clayton x Jamie (The Haunting of Bly Manor)

Dani Núñez x Gigi Ghorbani (The L Word)

Dani Ramos x Grace (Terminator: Dark Fate)

Daphne Blake x Velma Dinkley (Scooby Doo)

Debbie Ocean x Lou (Ocean’s Eight)

Deena Johnson x Samantha Fraser (Fear Street)

Dina x Ellie (The Last of Us)

Dina x Sydney Novak (I Am Not Okay With This)

Dinah Lance x Helena Bertinelli (DCU)

Dot Campbell x Fatin Jadmani (The Wilds)

Eleanor Shellstrop x Tahani Al Jamil (The Good Place)

Eleven x Max Mayfield (Stranger Things)

Ellen Waverly x Pam Horton (For All Mankind)

Elphaba Thropp x Glinda Upland (Wicked)

Elsa x Honeymaren (Disney Princesses)

Emily Dickinson x Sue Gilbert (Dickinson; Wild Nights With Emily)

Emily Prentiss x Jennifer Jareau (Criminal Minds)

Emma Swan x Regina Mills (Once Upon A Time)

Eve x Mazikeen (Lucifer)

Eve Polastri x Villanelle (Killing Eve)

Fatin Jadmani x Leah Rilke (The Wilds)

Fatou Jallow x Kieu My Vu (Druck)

Finch x Josie Saltzman (Legacies)

Fleur Delacour x Hermione Granger (Harry Potter)

Flynn x Julie Molina (Julie and the Phantoms)

Fran x Marla Grayson (I Care A Lot)

Francesca Findabair x Fringilla Vigo (The Witcher)

Frankie Bergstein x Grace Hanson (Grace and Frankie)

Gabrielle x Xena (Xena: Warrior Princess)

Ginny Weasley x Hermione Granger (Harry Potter)

Ginny Weasley x Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter)

Greta Moreno x Riley Luo (Generation)

Gwendolyn Briggs x Mildred Ratched (Ratched)

Haniwa x Wren (See)

Hannah Miller x Sarah Fier (Fear Street)

Harleen Quinzel x Pamela Isley (DCU)

Helen Sinclair x Liv Chenka (Doctor Who)

Helena Wells x Myka Bering (Warehouse 13)

Héloïse x Marianne (Portrait of a Lady on Fire)

Hen Wilson x Karen Wilson (911)

Hermione Granger x Narcissa Malfoy (Harry Potter)

Hermione Granger x Pansy Parkinson (Harry Potter)

Himemiya Anthy x Tenjou Utena (Revolutionary Girl Utena)

Hope Mikaelson x Josie Saltzman (Legacies)

Hope Mikaelson x Lizzie Saltzman (Legacies)

Imogen Temult x Laudna (Critical Role)

Jackie x Shauna Shipman (Yellowjackets)

Jadzia Dax x Kira Nerys (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine)

Jen Harding x Judy Hale (Dead to Me)

Jennifer Check x Needy Lesnicki (Jennifer’s Body)

Jeong Seo hyeon x Suzy Choi (Mine)

Joan x Zoey Clarke (Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist)

Joann Owosekun x Keyla Detmer (Star Trek: Discovery)

Jules Thomas x Ophelia Mayer (Sweet Vicious)

Jules Vaughn x Rue Bennett (Euphoria)

Kaioh Michiru x Tenoh Haruka (Sailor Moon)

Kara Danvers x Lena Luthor (Supergirl)

Karolina Dean x Nico Minoru (Marvel Comics; Runaways)

Kate Whistler x Lucy Tara (NCIS: Hawai'i)

Kathryn Janeway x Seven of Nine (Star Trek: Voyager)

Keeley Jones x Rebecca Welton (Ted Lasso)

Kelly x Yorkie (Black Mirror)

Kim Kelly x Lindsay Weir (Freaks and Geeks)

Kira Yukimura x Malia Tate (Teen Wolf)

Lady Hideko x Sook Hee (The Handmaiden)

Lauren Bloom x Leyla Shinwari (New Amsterdam)

Lavender Brown x Parvati Patil (Harry Potter)

Lucy Westenra x Mina Murray (Dracula)

Margaery Tyrell x Sansa Stark (A Song of Ice and Fire)

Maria Hill x Natasha Romanoff (Marvel Cinematic Universe; Marvel Comics)

Max Baker x Sophie Sanchez (Ginny & Georgia)

Maya Hart x Riley Matthews (Girl Meets World)

Mencía Blanco Commerford x Rebeka Parrilla de Bormujo Ávalos (Elite)

Michael Burnham x Philippa Georgiou (Star Trek: Discovery)

Moiraine Damodred x Siuan Sanche (Wheel of Time)

Molly x Nick (No Good Nick)

Namaari x Raya (Raya and the Last Dragon)

Nancy Wheeler x Robin Buckley (Stranger Things)

Neopolitan x Yang Xiao Long (RWBY)

Nicole Haught x Waverly Earp (Wynonna Earp)

Nyota Uhura x T'Pring (Star Trek)

Nyssa al Ghul x Sara Lance (Arrow)

Paris Geller x Rory Gilmore (Gilmore Girls)

Raelle Collar x Scylla Ramshorn (Motherland: Fort Salem)

Raffi Musiker x Seven of Nine (Star Trek: Picard)

Regina Mills x Ruby (Once Upon A Time)

Rey x Rose Tico (Star Wars)

River Song x Thirteenth Doctor (Doctor Who)

Root x Sameen Shaw (Person of Interest)

Ryan Wilder x Sophie Moore (Batwoman)

Seo Ji wan x Yoon Sol (Nevertheless)

Shane McCutcheon x Tess Van De Berg (The L Word)

Shelby Goodkind x Toni Shalifoe (The Wilds)

Tara Maclay x Willow Rosenberg (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Thirteenth Doctor x Yasmin Khan (Doctor Who)

Tissaia de Vries x Yennefer of Vengerberg (The Witcher)

Vivian Shing x Wilhelmina Pang (Saving Face)

Weiss Schnee x Yang Xiao Long (RWBY)

[violetharmonsangels]

Some random characters with rooms similar to Violet’s

Jenny Humphrey (gossip girl)

Saw this picture the other day & thought it was Vi’s bedroom, the colours r so similar.

Sabrina Spellman (the chilling adventures of Sabrina)

Aria Montgomery (pretty little liars)

Lux Cassidy (Life unexpected)

I haven’t watched this but I saw this on Pinterest & she has an attic room that looks really similar, with similar colours and lighting.

Harry Potter (the chamber of secrets)

Ik his doesn’t have much in it and is much more basic but it reminds me of hers idk why.

Emily Fields (pretty little liars)

[tharros-auris-black-asimi]

What you want

Pairing: Dominant Carter Baizen x Submissive Female Reader

Summary: Coming out of grief isn't always easy. For you and your boss, Carter Baizen, it's what brought you two closer together. As a Submissive, you keep your feelings towards your Dominant boss kept away, not wanting to abuse your position as his PA or as a Submissive.

Carter though, well, let's just say he completely disagrees. With everything.

Warnings: This takes place in a modern setting, but no Gossip Girl. In this world, people either identify as a Dominant, Switch, or Submissive. So a BDSM verse, so to speak. Heavy references to past character deaths are mentioned, as well as past grief/mourning. And mentions of technical child abandonment? I don't really know what to call Jenny's situation with Cassidy, but I'm putting that mention just in case. Oral and vaginal sex, with a mild spit used as lube, a mild spanking kink, and a daddy kink.

Additional Notes: This is an older fic off of my AO3, but you can blame @buckysswinter for convincing me to post this. Hope you're happy bestie. 10k word vomit, just for you.

As a side note, I've also never seen Gossip Girl, so I'm terribly sorry if any of these characters seems OOC!

As always, if you'd like, you can read this fic on AO3 here.

Word Count: 10,300

“Auntie!”

The eight-year-old Cassidy Humphrey was running towards you, in the little apartment, the two of you shared in the Upper East Side of Manhattan.

Dressed in a unicorn t-shirt, and blue jeans, along with her fuzzy socks, you smiled as she stumbled her way into your arms.

“Good morning Cassie. Did you have a nice bath, baby?”

It was eight AM.

Cassidy Humphrey was ready to take on the world.

Looking at her made your heart hurt still sometimes. That familiar ache would show up whenever you thought about her mother.

She looked so much like Jenny. It hurt.

Cassidy had Jenny’s blonde hair and her blue eyes. She looked like a carbon copy of Jenny.

“Uh-huh!” The eight-year-old replied happily, bobbing her head in a yes motion.

You had woken up Cassidy at seven AM, softly singing to her and watching as she opened her eyes groggily. She had mumbled something along the lines of, “don’t wanna get up,” and soon her groans had turned into fits of giggles because you had tickled her. Her happy shrieks of laughter had filled the room. She had gotten up with your help. You had already started her bath, so it was nice and warm for her. You had helped her into the bath and helped her bathe. Afterwards, you got her clothes together and allowed her some privacy so she could get ready for the day. You didn’t start work until nine. It was okay.

New York, as usual, was thriving. You heard the loud noises of New York in the streets. Hearing cars in streets. People walking. Loud conversations.

Living in New York never really got old. You had moved here for college. After college, you decided to make New York your home.

Especially after college.

You had been working as a waitress, to pay the bills as you tried to look for a job with the degree you had gotten from college. Your life had been one of just a hustle.

Until Cassidy.

Jenny had come to your apartment the same day you had unfortunately lost your job. A customer being too grabby. Your boss had apparently had a stick up his ass so he fired you. You had been eating a tub of ice cream and watching some Rom-Com on Netflix when you heard the knocking at your door.

You had walked to your door. There was a click as you unlocked your door and opened it, seeing Jenny and Cassidy. Cassidy was crying. You noticed Jenny had a tight hand on what looked to be a suitcase.

“Cassie? Jenny? Come in, come in,” you ushered the two of them inside.

“Auntie? Can I go into my room?” Cassidy asked you. A little small. A little scared. You gave her a quick nod, helping her into the spare room that had been changed as a guest room whenever she and her mom came to visit you. Her suitcase was put in the corner.

“Stay here while I go to talk to your mommy, okay?” You told her. Cassidy nodded.

As soon as you closed her door and walked back to Jenny, there was a feeling in your gut. It twisted inside you tightly.

“Where are you here, Jen? Tell me what’s wrong,” you spoke to your best friend.

“I can’t take care of her anymore.”

Jenny Humphrey had never wanted to be a mother. It had been a mistake, getting drunk that night and having sex with Cassidy’s deadbeat father.

Because sure. She was financially stable. But mentally stable?

No. Not at all.

Which was why she was going to give Cassidy over to you.

And it wasn’t like she didn’t love Cassidy.

She did.

But she couldn’t take care of her anymore.

Jenny would just be a burden to her daughter, and she didn’t want her to go through that.

She only wanted the best for her daughter.

Even if that meant giving her up to you.

“What?” was the only thing that came out of your mouth. Jenny began to shake her head, her eyes becoming watery with tears.

“I can’t take care of her anymore. I can’t stay here. I don’t want to be a burden to her. She deserves better than me. You’ll take good care of her. Better than I ever could.” Jenny’s voice shook with thick emotion as she looked at you and smiled. But her smile didn’t meet her eyes.

The gravity of the situation suddenly weighed on your shoulders. Your eyes began to water. Swell with tears.

“No…”

“I’ve already made up the debts that I owe. I signed Cassidy’s custody over to you. I’m going on my flight tonight.” Jenny told you. Holding your hands. You couldn’t stop the tears from falling down.

“And you told her? That you’re leaving?” You demanded.

“Yeah. I didn’t tell Nate or Serena.” Her voice trembled.

“What?” Your voice rose a little. Jenny flinched a little.

“Why not?” You asked her.

“They wouldn’t get it,” she admitted. “I’m not mentally fit to raise her. I don’t want her to grow up like that. You gotta understand. I don’t want her to stay in an orphanage either.”

Because Jenny wasn’t that cruel.

One day. One day, Cassidy would understand why she did what she did.

“Please. There’s no one else I thought of who could do it.”

Your heart trembled. Beat loudly in your chest. You heard almost heard it thump.

Your lower lip trembled when you spoke. Your entire body trembled. Your voice filled to the brim with emotion.

“Is… is this goodbye? This gonna be the last I see you?”

“I don’t know.”

Because she didn’t know. Truly, she didn’t. Maybe she’d see you in the streets when the two of you were old and grey. Or maybe she’d bump into you because the two of you would be living in the same neighborhood by chance later in life.

“You’re going to be okay, right? Send a postcard every year?” You asked her as she began to walk to the door.

A small smile appeared on jenny’s face as she got her luggage. Your door unlocked as she opened the door. Stepping out into the hallway. She turned to look back at you.

For the first time that night, she looked happy. Relaxed. Content.

“I’m gonna miss you, Jen,” you confessed. Jenny offered you a soft smile. One that met her eyes.

“I'm gonna miss you too,” she responded back to you. When the two of you shared a hug, you could smell her favorite perfume she wore so much during your years at college together. Another thing you would miss since she would be gone.

The door closed. Cassidy walked out of her room. Her lower lip trembling as tears threatened to fall down.

“Come here, baby.” you extended your arms out. She ran over to you, being engulfed in your hug. Smelling the familiar perfume you had spritzed on earlier in the day that reminded her so much of home.

“Don’t leave me,” the four-year-old sobbed.

“No.” your voice shook. Thick with emotion.

“Never, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Auntie? Can you grab the cereal box?”

Cassidy had slumped into her chair at the table. She watched with curious blue eyes as she blinked innocently at you.

“Do you want Cheerios or Captain Crunch?” You asked her as you started to walk to the cabinets.

“Captain Crunch!” Cassidy’s response was full of enthusiasm. A chuckle came from you as you grabbed the box of Captain Crunch and poured some in her bowl with milk. You put it in front of her as you got the Kewpie mayo and sesame seeds from the fridge and the cupboard, respectfully. You made a zigzag pattern of the Kewpie mayo on top of your cheesy, fluffy made omelet, and uncapped the sprinkle side as you sprinkled some sesame seeds on top. Closing the sesame seed container with a smack, you put the container back into the cupboard as plopped the mayo bottle back in the fridge.

“Ewwww,” Cassidy said with a wrinkle of her nose, “Eggs.”

“Cassy, eggs are good for you.” You reminded her. Cassidy just made an unimpressed noise as she began to eat her cereal and you began to eat your fluffy, cheesy omelet with a fork you had gotten from the drawers where you kept all the forks and spoons.

With the sounds of New York looming in the streets, you could hear it.

The sounds of conversations. Loud shouts. Cars in the streets.

Because New York never slept.

It was what you loved so much about it. New York was always upbeat.

After Cassidy finished her cereal, the girl managed to get out of the chair with your help, and she made her way to the sink, hopping onto the stepping stool and washed her hands. You head her singing “Happy Birthday” under her breath as she lathered her hands with the hand soap. She hopped off the stepping stool and quickly dried her hands with the hand towel. It was around that time that you finished your omelet, so you washed the dishes quickly.

Once Cassidy had her things ready, you had looked into the mirror that was on the wall near the door, just making sure that your makeup was all ready to go, you heard Cassidy close her door and run down the hallway. Beaming at you.

“Happy Birthday Auntie,” Cassidy said as she slipped on her shoes.

“Cassy. You know my birthday’s tomorrow.”

Cassidy just giggled. Might’ve given you a grin too, as she hid her mouth with her hand.

“Thank you though, baby,” was your response as you slipped your lipstick in your purse, smoothing down your skirt, turning to look at her as you gave her a smile. She giggled.

“C’mon Cassy, let’s get you to school. We don’t want to miss the subway,” you said to her was a teasing tone in your voice.

Cassidy just giggled again.

“Mr. Baizen?”

Carter Baizen looked up from where he had been emailing someone. His blue eyes blinking as he looked at the receptionist who worked at the front desk in the lobby in the building.

That someone, being you.

And okay, it wasn’t an email.

More like a text message on his phone.

He had your personal number. You had his.

For business and personal reasons.

They had started off as business. Just in case you were going to call in sick or text him that you’d be running late for work, which usually wouldn’t be the case since you started at nine-thirty AM every day.

But then after his parents passed away, everything changed.

Three and a half years ago, everything had gone to shit. Everything had crashed and burned. Carter’s world had changed.

Sure, he had grown up with rich ass parents. And okay sure, he had Caroline too. As far as he knew, she was living in LA. He had no other siblings other than Caroline. None. Nada. It didn’t bother him. Not that much. He loved her a lot. His little sister was going to come down, to visit him in a few months. He missed her a lot. Due to work, he couldn’t see her as much.

And it wasn’t like he hadn’t loved his parents. Carter had loved his parents very much.

After his parents had passed though, everything seemed to screech to a halt.

Three and a half years ago, Carter had been on a business trip in California when he had gotten the news. His parents had been flying to the Bahamas for their anniversary when their plane crashed. They hadn’t made it, having died on the operation table when they had been rushed to the hospital. Those months he had spent planning the funerals, picking out the tombstones and the burial site… it had become so much for him. He slipped into a depression. He didn’t go out. He didn’t see anyone. The company, as in his father’s will, had been given to his heir. Carter had inherited the company. It was on him now, to control the Baizen Mantle and take care and finish what his father started.

Carter had been a playboy back in his day. Back in his early twenties. Partied a lot. Slept around a lot. He was careful though. He made sure every person he slept with was clean. No STDs. He always made sure to use protection if someone wasn’t on the pill. He liked sex. He was still a very sexual creature. But after a while, he stopped going to parties and sleeping around, because he needed to get his life in check. Besides, he was thirty-two now. He needed to get his life together.

If he hadn’t had you by his side through all the funeral planning, going to the funeral site, making sure everything was in check, Carter didn’t know what he would’ve done. You had helped him, guided him through the darkest part of his life, and made sure he had been back on his feet again. You had suggested he even get a fucking therapist. Not to say his therapist was bad, he really helped. You suggested a guy therapist and not a woman, because man to man, guy to guy, it would be easier. Not that you were wrong. You were right. As per usual.

Tomorrow was your birthday. He knew you really didn’t have much planned. Maybe a small cake and you were going to be hanging out with him and Cassidy as usual. As you always had done. You were fickle when it came to having a routine. You never liked big birthday bashes, anyway. Neither did he. Carter wasn’t really a big gathering kinda guy. A small party, with the closest people in his life, would do it.

“Yes?”

Blair Waldorf sighed. Even pinched her nose. Her brown hair was nicely styled and fell loosely down her shoulders. Her brown eyes were full of frustration. She had an urge to smooth down her pencil skirt again for the millionth time.

“C’mon Baizen, focus.”

Snapping her fingers, she had Carter look at her.

“Are you still coming to the little get-together I got planned for Cassidy’s aunt?” she asked him, on the cusp of sighing and banging her head on his desk in frustration.

“Yeah. Wait hold on, you told her about this, right?” Carter questioned her, an eyebrow raised as the Dominant man leaned back in his chair.

Rolling her eyes in annoyance, Blair snipped, “Course I didn’t, Carter. That’s why it’s a surprise.”

“You just said it was a get-together.” Blair groaned loudly.

“Ugh! Can it, Baizen! I’m doing this so you two can finally just admit your feeling towards each other! It’s gross having to see you two give each other please-fuck-me eyes.”

Blair was downright pissed.

This little circus the two of you had been doing was going to stop.

Tomorrow.

Not today. Tomorrow.

Endless hours of hearing down at the front desk about how the two of you would give each other heart eyes… made her want to puke.

It was truly driving her nuts.

Carter’s jaw tightened. Blair might’ve even seen a vein pop on his neck. From where he was sitting in his chair on the highest floor in the building that he owned, his pink lips curled into what started to look to be a scowl. Or maybe a frown. Or a snarl.

“Blair,” he said slowly, veering between annoyed and a little angry, “I’m sure you know what a relationship between us would be like. Imagine the tabloids. My parents would raise from the dead if we got together.”

And it wasn’t like he didn’t want to be with you.

Because he did.

Carter knew he loved you.

He always had.

When his driver found out that the crush on you wasn’t quite a crush anymore, well, it certainly put things into perspective.

It wasn’t like he could do anything though.

You had been avoiding him the past couple of days up to your birthday. That was tomorrow. You would see him tomorrow. Carter had grown frustrated. Any conversation with you would just be a “here are your things, Mr. Baizen,” and then you’d be going in and out for the rest of the day. Then, before you would leave to go and pick up Cassidy, you’d pop in for a short, “have a good day Mr. Baizen,” and flee outta there before Carter could say anything else, or maybe ask you out to dinner next time.

Needless to say, his dick was in full agreement with his current mood. Carter had woken up every morning sporting a full morning wood. Spending at least an hour jerking off was what Carter spent his morning doing now. He was getting tired of having to be in his bed, hand tugging his cock as he jerked off to you. Even now, as he was looking at Blair, he was feeling his dick twitch in his pants.

Blair pursed her lips.

She understood.

They had grown up in similar social circles.

Blair’s family had been rich. Probably just as rich as Carter’s. They had grown up together. Her. Serena. Dan. Carter.

But you?

You had come from nothing. When you had come to New York and became friends with Jenny and she took you to a family gathering that had consisted of her, Dan, Serena, Blair, Blair’s boyfriend Chuck, and Carter- all of them had been surprised by your attire. You were dressed so plainly. So causally. You had been looking at everyone else, at a loss for words.

You couldn’t afford Gucci. Or Saint Laurent’s. Prada. Dior. Not the big-name brands. Target was the most expensive you could buy.

You had kept staring at the other six people in the room, suddenly feeling so uncomfortable. So alien. All conversations had stopped when everyone looked at you. There you were, dressed so plainly compared to Serena van der Woodsen’s Dior dress. Not to mention her Dior perfume that you smelled later.

It had been a lot.

It had taken a while for you to slowly warm up to the others. Become friends with them. To accept on going to the spa with Serena and Blair. To get your nails and hair done. Now, now you could afford that if you wanted to splurge. Being Carter Baizen’s personal assistant meant that you could. You had been his father’s PA before the accident. Only for a year. Then everything had flipped onto its head.

Of course, you always had a soft spot for Carter. You always had a little crush on him. You’d see him often since he had always accompanied his father to meetings. Shadowing him. But after his parent’s death, you didn’t make a move.

Because you were the Submissive. In a world like Carter’s, you were not safe. Submissives had been seen as nothing but baby makers for so long. People to make Arrangements to ensure an alliance together.

You were not rich. You didn’t come from a wealthy family. As much as you loved Carter, you couldn’t. Couldn’t do it. Even now the laws and rules were more flexible, you didn’t want to see the eventual backlash that he would get. Carter had a good reputation. You didn’t want to ruin it by being a sentimental person going after someone who was seven years older than yourself.

No. No, you would not do that. You would not ruin Carter’s good reputation. And you weren’t going to make a move on a clearly grieving Dominant man that had just lost his parents. It was improper. So you didn’t. You buried all those emotions deep inside of you and acted like a coward whenever you had seen him these past couple of days.

“Okay, first of all,” Blair informed him in a no-nonsense tone that had Carter rolling his eyes already like the two of them were teenagers again, “Your parents are dead. Their input isn’t gonna matter. Sure, the press and the paps and the media are going to be bitches and vultures, but at the end of the day, they don’t know you. They don’t know her either. Besides… if you don’t tell her, then do you really want someone else to? Another Dominant who’s going to sweep her up?”

Glaring.

Blair could feel his glare shoot through her like a laser beam. Carter looked absolutely irritated at those words.

“Carter… look, sometimes, you just have to take what you want.”

Sometimes you just have to take what you want.

Carter wasn’t a greedy person. He didn’t always need to have control over everything. Nor did he need to hold over anything or anyone.

But the thought of you with another Dominant or heaven forbid a Switch, made him feel uneasy. Like something was eating at him.

And it was around the time both he and Blair heard your voice floating down the hall, greeting friends and colleagues alike as you walked down the hall to Carter’s office. To go and greet your boss before starting your very long, (and tedious), day.

“You know what to do,” Blair spoke to him lowly. The door opened, revealing you on the other side. You looked at both Blair and Carter.

“Morning Mr. Baizen. Morning Blair.” You greeted the two of them as you closed the door behind you. Beginning to walk towards the two of them with a smile on your face. Blair allowed herself to smile.

“Morning. Hey, are we still up for that spa meet-up this weekend?” Blair asked you. You blinked and had to think about it for a split second.

“Ohhh… the one tomorrow? In the afternoon, right?” You replied to her.

Nodding. “Yeah, Serena asked you if she’s still picking up Cassidy after school.”

You nearly allowed yourself to release a heaving sigh.

You hadn’t wanted to send the little girl to her aunt’s house, all the way in the Upper West Side of Manhattan. But, it would do the little girl well to see her aunt and uncle again. Cassidy was going to stay at her aunt Serena and uncle Dan’s penthouse for the entire weekend. Of course, with your birthday tomorrow, she’d come and see you. To wish you an actual Happy Birthday on the day. Other than that though, she would be with her aunt and uncle.

You always missed her when she would be gone. It was like a piece of yourself was gone. Cassidy was the only part of Jenny you had left. Jenny had been your best friend. The one that was with you through thick and thin. After she disappeared from New York, you had been in a funk after she left.

Carter though, was there to pick up the pieces. He always came over during his free time. Came to the apartment to see if you were okay. Brought food for you and Cassidy. For so long, he was always Uncle Carter. Uncle C. Not just Carter. Not just Auntie Serena’s friend. He was much more than that.

It was why you could never sabotage the relationship you carefully built with the older man. You could never make that crucial move that you always wanted to make. It wasn���t like you didn’t want a relationship with him. You were mentally stable. You hadn’t had a boyfriend in years. You weren’t in the con camp when it came to dating. You had failed Tinder dates in the past that you weren’t going to speak about.

Nope.

You were not going to mention Mr. Grabby-Hands. How were you supposed to know Mr. Grabby-Hands thought you were supposed to suck his dick on the third date? It was the third date! You had barely not even told him where the hell you worked, for God’s sake! And then he wanted you to suck his dick?

Yeah. No. Wasn’t happening. Didn’t happen. You had left his ass at the table. You had given your waitress a very nice tip and shoved all the breadsticks in your purse and didn’t pay for the bill. You weren’t able to get banned from your favorite restaurant in Queens. Nope. Nada. You loved their food there. You weren’t about to risk it all for your favorite burger that had Brioche buns that were toasted. Hell to the no.

“Yeah… Cassy’s got her shit packed and everything. Clothes for the next two days and a night. Toothbrush, her favorite Disney toothpaste that’s blue, her phone, tablet, and… her Teddy. She told me it’s urgent that she bring her trusted Teddy. She can’t sleep without him.” You allowed yourself to smile, just a little bit more.

Cassidy’s relationship with her teddy bear had been one of great amusement and care. Ever since the two of you made her teddy bear from Build-A-Bear at the mall, she couldn’t let go of him when she was sleeping. It was a requirement that she and Mr. Teddy sleep together. Everywhere she went, Mr. Teddy followed. Always.

“She loves her Teddy,” Blair snickered.

“She does. She requires him every night when she sleeps. One time she didn’t have him and she was so sad.” You nodded in a serious tone.

“Where was he?” Blair inquired.

“In the washer.”

Blair and Carter laughed. Carter’s laugh made your stomach flip as you looked at your boss.

Carter Baizen. The owner and CEO of Baizen Mechanics and Technologies. The one that led the Baizen Mantle. Dressed in his usual blue suit and a white button-up shirt with his cufflinks. All put together. Some scruff was showing on his chin. He’d probably have a beard there in the ever-going future.

It made you swallow. Just a little. Blair hadn’t noticed.

But Carter had.

His brain was firing at him.

His eyes were dark as they looked at you. Almost like he was pulling you apart, and was determined to put you back together.

“… Do you have the report?”

That seemed to snap you out of it. A little flushed, you replied with, “U-Um… yeah… it’s in my office. I’ll go get it for you, Mr. Baizen.”

You had never turned around and bolted out of an office as quickly as you had done ever in your entire life. Your cheeks were probably burning. Your vagina throbbing. You wanted to bang your head against a wall. You needed your sex toys. You needed to stay the hell away from the man that was Carter Baizen so badly.

And you had lost yourself in his godforsaken eyes again.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Add that to your list of Things You Needed To Stop Doing. Unlike your list of Things I Need To Get Better At. Like fucking learning how to parallel park or some shit like that.

Why were you like this? Why did he have to look so good all the time?

Stupid Dominants. They were a curse on your life.

Reaching your office, you opened your door in a hurry and your lights flickered on. Throwing your purse down, you hastily got the report from your office drawers. Nearly slamming it shut as you closed your door and ran back to Carter’s office. Blair was gone. She probably had gone downstairs. Now, it was just you and Carter.

“Close the door.”

How could you disobey him when he was talking like that? In the voice that made you weak in the knees? In the voice that he only used when he was at conferences when he was at meetings?

You couldn’t disobey him.

You couldn’t.

It was in your nature as a Submissive to obey your Dominants. Or Switches. Swallowing, you closed the door and walked up to his desk. The report still being held tightly to your chest as if you were holding a bomb. The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Preferably a butcher knife. You were holding in a breath. Waiting. You could almost hear the ticking of the clock in Carter’s office, on the wall.

“Sit down.”

The sound of the chair squeaking against the marble floor was heard as you pulled the chair out and sat down.

“Put it down.”

There was a thunk.

“That’s a good girl.”

Warmth spread all the way from your head, all the way down to your toes. You could’ve sworn you felt a pulse down there. Your cheeks were probably heating up again.

He was smirking.

The little shit was actually smirking at you!

The audacity of this man.

“Sir, we’re at work. I don’t know if you know this, but we have to follow a work policy,” was your mouthy response.

“You forget,” Carter bit back, “that I was the one who created this work policy? I don’t have to follow it.”

“Your dad created the policy. So you have to follow it,” You said as you gave him an eye roll.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

You were inwardly smirking. Carter’s eyes narrowed. For a moment, you really gave into the thought of, what if he decided fuck it, and threw you over his desk and fuck you over it. You’d never tell him, about your fantasies. About how you thought about him, throwing you over his desk and lifting your skirt up, yanking your panties down to your ankles, keeping them there to remind you who was in charge. To humiliate you. Remind you who was at the top. Pounding into you from behind, hands gripping your hair.

You wanted it.

Badly.

You knew what you liked. You weren’t a blushing virgin.

But with the man of your dreams, literally right across from you?

That was a dream. It would stay a dream because you couldn’t do it.

After all of your hard work.

You didn’t want to risk it.

Carter was fighting the feeling, the urge to yank you by your hair and throw you over his desk. God, he wanted to fuck you on every inch in his office. You were younger than him, so what? He didn’t care. He didn’t care that he was older than you by a couple of years. He was thirty-two now. You were twenty-five now. You were both adults. He knew what he wanted. He wanted you. He wanted to take you out on dates. He wanted to be your Dominant. He knew he loved you. He always loved you.

“You’re a brat,” Carter glared at you. You gave him a coy smirk. Your lips stretched out with a shit-eating grin.

“Someone’s gotta keep you on your toes and keep you alert, Carter.” Your sassy remark made him smile.

“What?” You let out a laugh. Carter leaned closer to you. Grinning.

“You called me Carter.”

You just rolled your eyes, getting up. Your eyes went down to the report that you had written him, and then back up to the blue eyes that made your heart thump.

“Have a good day, Mr. Baizen.”

His smile turned into a frown.

You turned and went to the door. The sound of the door opening and closing was all Carter could hear as he scowled. Hearing the door click behind you. He took in a deep breath, flexing his palm. His palm grazed over his already half-hard cock.

It was going to be a long day.

It all went to hell when lunchtime started.

You had been on your lunch break, with Serena at the little restaurant near work that the two of you always went to.

Everything had been great.

Good, even.

You had your usual order and Serena had her usual order. You had been sipping away at your sweet tea while Serena was sipping her water.

“So, Blair told me that Cassidy’s still coming over?”

You put your sweet tea down on the table.

“Uh-huh,” you replied back to her, “she’s got all her stuff packed and everything. Including Mr. Teddy.”

Serena cracked a smile at the mention of Mr. Teddy.

Of course, her niece would bring Mr. Teddy.

Cassidy was never anywhere without Mr. Teddy when it came to sleepovers, especially when she went to her Auntie Serena and Uncle Dan’s house. Or when she went to sleepovers with friends.

“So what are you doing tonight? Since Cassidy isn’t going to be home?”

You took another sip of your sweet tea before you put it down.

“I’m staying at the office a little late tonight,” you admitted to her, “there’s work I need to do for Carter. Just to get ahead so I don’t have to deal with a lot of stuff over the weekend. Since tomorrow’s my birthday. I don’t want to be too stressed out.”

Serena nodded in understanding.

Your phone pinged. Taking it out of your pocket, you unlocked your phone with your thumb. Clicking into your iMessage app, you saw it.

Carter: Can you pick up my coffee at the usual coffee shop across the street? I’m going to a meeting right now and I can’t go.

“Is it Carter?”

You looked up from where you were typing a message back to him.

“Yup,” you replied to Serena, even popping the p just for funsies. She only looked thoughtful.

“Are you ever going to tell him about your feelings? We’ve been waiting forever,” the blonde-haired woman spoke to you. You chewed on your bottom lip, feeling that familiar feeling creep up in your throat. It might’ve been bile. It might’ve been fear. It might’ve been horror.

Eventually, though, you decided on shaking your head no.

“No, Serena, I already told you. I’m not going to put his reputation in jeopardy,” you protested.

Yes.

Yes, she knew this.

She knew that you didn’t want to put Carter’s reputation in the sand. You did not want him to flock around you, take you out on dates, because even though you had thought about it, fantasized about it, the chances of it happening were slim to none. That was where you put your foot down. No matter how hard you pined after the man.

You couldn’t date him, couldn’t be with him because of the repercussions that would come with it.

Cause sure, it wasn’t the old days anymore.

Not everyone gave a shit about who dated who, and you doubted any random person on the street would care about your relationship. The general public wouldn’t give two fucks.

But the upper-class? The elite? The rich people?

Oh, they’d have a fucking field day. They would talk about you and Carter nonstop. And it wasn’t that you were sensitive. You just didn’t know if you’d fit in. Someone like you in Carter’s world? It was laughable.

“What’s the least people like us are going to do? They might talk about you for a week, two at the max. But after that, you’ll be old news.” Serena waved it off.

She knew how the ultra-rich worked. Talk about it for a few weeks, be catty bitches about it, and then they’d move on to the next hot topic. It was pretty pitiful in her opinion. But would it affect you and Carter’s happiness in the long run? Not really.

“Listen, I’m not saying you need to go to his office and dramatically announce your love for him like you’re in a shitty Rom-Com movie, okay? All I’m saying yes, take it slow. Go on a date. Or a couple. Then do all the sex stuff after. Or before, I dunno. Bang on the first date. People do that. Besides, it’s been forever since you dated too. Take Carter out to your favorite place that has those toasted Brioche buns. You like that place, right?”

Indeed, you liked that place a lot.

“Uh-huh…” which was a sign for her to continue talking. “So, look, you’re not going to hurt him. Or his reputation, okay? It’s not going to suffer because of you. He’ll be okay. You’ll be okay. Don’t you want to be happy?”

You faltered. Your grip on your fork tightened. Your jaw might’ve even ticked a little.

You did.

You did want to be happy with him.

So badly.

Maybe not the whole “riding off into the sunset” thing just yet. You weren’t ready for that stuff yet.

Not yet.

“I mean… yeah.”

Serena hummed. Even lifted up her straw up to her lips and taking a sip of her water.

“Kay. Then go for it. What are you waiting for?”

You were chewing your lip in anxiousness. Allowing the words to sink in.

And then your phone rang.

So you managed to get Carter his coffee. Which, you know- was good and all. And then you want right back to work. You sat at your desk, in your office for the next couple of hours. Cassidy had FaceTimed you, exclaiming that her Aunt Serena had picked her up from school, bouncing Mr. Teddy at the camera for you. You couldn’t keep the smile off of your face as the young child blabbed to you, promising that she would be on her best behavior for her Aunt and Uncle.

After that, it was right back to work.

And oh boy, did it drag on.

And on.

And on.

And on.

Quick typing echoed in your office as you typed away at your laptop, eyes focused on the screen. You only answered Carter’s requests and calls with a crisp, “Yes Mr. Baizen,” or “Right away Mr. Baizen,” or even “Yes, I’ll make sure to get that for you, Mr. Baizen.”

It was a lot.

Even for you.

Was this a strike now?

You weren’t quite sure.

At approximately 5:15 PM, your phone rang.

No, not your personal phone. Your office phone. The sounds of you picking up your phone at your desk, and you put your phone to your ear were a little reassuring to you.

… Until you heard the voice on the other line.

“My office. Right now. If you don’t come in the next five minutes, I’m banging on your door.”

Never you had slammed your phone down so fast.

Your eyes were wide and you were pretty sure your heart was racing. Probably even going through a flipping marathon.

Your thoughts were pretty much like this:

What the hell?

What the fuck crawled up his ass?

Who was he to order you around like this?

Who the fuck was he? YOUR Dominant?

What century was this? The twentieth century?

The audacity of men.

The audacity of Dominants.

You swore you were going to grab a baseball bat now.

Sadly, you didn’t have any of that in your office. Putting your laptop to sleep and stuffing it in your work bag, you took a deep breath in and out, to try and calm down your heartbeat that currently felt like it was shooting more than 1,000 beats per second.

It was just Carter.

Carter.

You’d be fine.

Right?

Getting off of your rolling chair, you smoothed your clothes down in one final attempt to calm down your nerves.

You’d be okay.

You’d be fine.

Everything was okay.

Opening your door and closing it behind you, you were met with the thickening silence of the hallway when you stepped out. Mostly everybody had gone home to their families. You had seen the elderly lady who was in an office cubicle right outside of your office peek into your own office earlier, telling you that she was leaving to see her grandson at the park. And that she was bringing her poodle with her to the dog park. Which, you know- good for her.

Now it was mostly empty.

Your footsteps carried you towards the familiar big door that had Carter’s name on a golden plaque. Just the sight made you wet. You visibly swallowed. It was gonna be one of those nights. Chandler the bunny toy was going to be used a lot tonight once you got home.

You raised your hand to knock, but the man from the other side stopped you in your tracks.

“I know it’s you. Just come in. Door’s unlocked.”

Well. Wasn’t he a peach?

Scowling, you twisted the doorknob open and it revealed Carter Baizen in all of his glory. Sitting and leaning back in his chair. All normal, as if he hadn’t called you via your work phone like a cat being rudely awoken from its slumber. Come to think of it, Carter truly looked like one.

Not a cat.

No.

He looked like a predator ready to ensure his prey.

The overwhelming, long, deep silence made you uneasy. Nervous. Your nerves bubbled up to the surface as your throat suddenly turned tight. You had even begun to nervously fiddle with your hands. A nervous tick of yours. A habit. Carter could tell that was the signal for you showing your nervousness.

“Door.”

The sound of you silently closing the door was heard. Carter didn’t even make a come hither motion with his hand like he did sometimes. Usually to other clients. Employees. Or another CEO's that were downright fucking assholes.

You were really trying hard to not look at him. To make eye contact. The room already felt stuffy due to your sex drive kicking it from a ten all the way to a hundred. You almost wanted to yank off your jacket, because you were feeling so horny and sweaty.

Dominants… you couldn’t live with them. You couldn’t kill them either.

But your feet started moving.

“Did I say you could move?’

You immediately stopped. Dead in your own tracks.

Again, you swallowed. Your response came out timid.

“N-No.”

“No, sir.”

Your cheeks colored.

In embarrassment or because this man, this freaking man who was built and sculpted like a frigging Greek god had the audacity to say that to you. Between your dampening panties, you were deciding on the latter.

All you could do was gape like a gaping fish. You opened your mouth to protest, but then closed it.

“I don’t-”

“If you’re going to apologize,” Carter spoke to you slowly, drawling, “do it properly.”

Oh, this smug little bitch.

“No, sir.” You sassed him right back. You felt that triumph feeling rush through you when you saw the man scowled. And okay, alright, you might’ve smirked too. Showing Carter just how much you were enjoying making his life miserable.

You watched as he pulled something from his desk, your report, you realized with wide eyes. When he slammed it on his desk, you nearly jumped.

Only then did you see him make the come hither motion with his hand. Swallowing, your feet carried you to his desk.

“Sit.”

The screeching noise of you pulling out of the chair was heard as the pair of blue eyes watched you intensely, making you shudder. His eyes were so focused on you that it made you even wetter. You were pretty sure that you were definitely going to use Chandler the bunny toy tonight. But a toy could only give you so much pleasure. Because at the end of the day, you knew without a doubt you wanted the real thing.

But how would you even tell him?

Oh hi, I know I’ve been distant from you for the last couple of days, but it’s because I’m just really into you and I want to skip all the coffee date stuff because I don’t do that stuff anymore and I really want to be dicked down by you and I secretly fantasize you taking me over your desk?

Please.

You didn’t even want to think about it any further.

So naturally, you thought about it further.

Carter slid the folder over.

“Open it.”

Opening it, you peered inside.

Red circles were everywhere.

Misspelled words everywhere.

As you flipped through the pages of your report, more and more of the red circles popped up. Until you reached the last page. You looked up.

Carter was pissed.

Downright pissed.

Never, ever, in the history of for-fucking-ever had you EVER made these many spelling mistakes when you typed things for him. Reports, notes, presentations… ever. You were always so clean. So thorough with your words.

But this?

This?

He was baffled.

Face shrouded in disbelief with his jaw tight, he spoke.

“One-hundred mistakes.”

You blinked.

“What?”

“You’ve got one-hundred mistakes in the paper,” Carter snapped at you, clear anger shining in his eyes. You blinked. Your mouth agape, all you managed to say was, “Oh.”

Oh?

Oh?

That was all you could say?

Oh?

Carter didn’t know if he was going to rip his hair out in frustration, or bend you over his desk and punish you himself.

So he pushed your report towards you. All eleven pages in the folder.

“Never in the history of for fucking ever,” seethed Carter, “have you ever made these many mistakes before. Why have you been avoiding me too, huh? Does the report have something to do with this? Am I not paying you enough? Is this your way of tellin’ me you wanna quit your job?”

Bullshit.

You could not believe your ears.

Nor could you believe the shit Carter was spewing.

You? Quit your job?

Absolutely fucking not.

No.

Nu-uh.

He was totally off his rocker now. You were certain that he had lost all of his marbles now.

“What? Are you actually crazy?”

Now he was getting angry.

“Me? You’ve never had any fucking mistakes since you got here! None! So tell me, why are you fucking up now?!” Carter demanded.

“Oh my go-d Carter! I’m allowed to fuck up from time to time! So what if I fucked up? Does it matter?!” You shrieked. Slamming your hands on his desk, you stood up from your chair in all of your glory, standing over him. Looming over him. Looking so pissed off that Carter wanted to do nothing but bend you over his desk.

Your sass.

Your mouth.

How funny. How amusing, that you were going around like this, trying to act like a goddamn comedian. If Carter hadn’t been so angry at this moment, he would’ve made a snide comment about you being funny. That you should really look into doing stand-up in your spare time.

He got up. Walked around his desk, and then his hands came to grip your jaw, forcing you to look into those blue eyes that were now black. Black with rage. Anger rolled off of him in waves as Carter panted against you, trying to gather his wits.

You were wetter than you ever had been in your life. Something about a very angry Carter Baizen was really giving your vagina the heavy tingles. Maybe you’d spoil her tonight.

Yes, her.

Only a her could withstand a Dominant like Carter Baizen. And not only that, only a her could be in sync with you. Fully and completely.

“You are the best fucking PA my dad’s had. I’ve had. So why are you fucking around, huh? You tryna play this game with me? I’m getting real sick and tired of this fuckin’ cat and mouse game we’re playing. So don’t try and keep pullin’ this shit with me.” Carter seethed right through his teeth.

“I’m the only fucking PA you’ve ever had.”

Something deep inside Carter snapped. It could’ve been the amount of fucks he had given. It could’ve been his sanity. It could’ve been his temper. Whatever it was, all caution was thrown out the window when he didn’t move from his spot. Nor did he loosen his grip on your jaw. If anything, it was getting tighter.

Undeterred, or maybe you were feeling extra spiteful, even considering your current position, your sass decided to make itself known again.

“What? Cat got your tongue? Really Baizen?”

A hand rose to palm against your back, and suddenly Carter was pushing you forwards towards the desk. Bending you over as you let out a shriek of surprise. There was a slight thunking noise as you landed. Your breasts pressed against the coolness of his glass desk. You could feel it through your blouse.

“I told you,” came Carter’s hiss, “stop fucking around with me. M’ sick and tired of these games.” His hands yanked at your pants, popping the button.

Pop.

You were wet.

Oh so wet.

Your panties were probably beyond soaked now. You’d probably need to buy a new pair at this point.

Or several.

Several sounded good.

Your pants were yanked to the floor. Your panties were shoved down to your knees too. When Carter’s hands came to pluck the buttons of your blouse open, your entire body shuddered.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like forcible and spontaneous lovers.

You didn’t.

In fact, you were into that shit.

But this?

This?

This was even better than any of the fantasies you had of the man.

Not that you would tell him that.

No.

Never.

Panting, your body feeling like it was on fire, Carter bunched up your blouse and piled it around your stomach. With your front still pressed down hard on his desk, Carter took the small chance to actually breathe. Inhale his surroundings. His dark gaze came down you. Your pants and panties shoved down to your knees. Your back arched due to being smacked right down on his glass desk. He could see your chest moving up and down against his desk. Heard your pants.

He was going to do it.

He was going to end all of your damn sufferings tonight.

You heard it.

The sounds of him unzipping his pants. The popping of buttons. A shoving down of boxer briefs.

Pop. Pop. Pop.

Pop. Pop. Pop.

If possible, your body hummed in anticipation. Your vagina throbbed.

One of Carter’s hands came up to your mouth. Hovering.

“Spit.” It was an order.

Confused, you made a noise of confusion.

A sharp, loud smack against your ass made you cry out.

“I’m not gonna say it again. Spit.”

A loud spitting noise was heard as you spit into his hand, making his hand feel wet.

There was a beat of silence.

And then you heard it.

Groans and grunts came from behind you.

Pump. Squish. Pump. Squish. Pump. Squish.

Carter couldn’t help himself. As he pumped his cock in his hand, just like how he rubbed one out this morning thinking of you, he let out a hiss when his thumb stroked the head of his cock that leaked of pre-cum.

Your cheeks flamed in embarrassment.

Was he…

Another loud grunt came from Carter. A loud snapping sound and a gasp came from you in response.

That was your bra.

You knew that was your frigging bra. You heard your bra being tossed somewhere on the floor.

When Carter came, he came all over your back with a grunt. His eyes rolling into the back of his head. You were so full of shame and embarrassment that you couldn’t make a catty, mouthy response. Thrice he came again on you, coating your backside with white. You were wet. Beyond wet now. You were sure you were leaking down your legs now. Carter was panting from behind you deeply. His forehead was damp with sweat. His cock was half-hard.

Slowly, your head turned to look at him.

“In me…” you were pleading, “Put it in me. Please, Daddy.”

Daddy.

Carter swore his balls had never been as hard as they had been then in this moment.

“Color,” his voice was ragged, “give me your color.”

“Green,” you breathed out, even wiggling your ass up for him a little, almost like reassurance, “so green, Daddy.”

That did it.

Carter kicked your legs apart and entered you in one simple thrust. The first thrust, he was in four or five inches, at the most. The second thrust, he was fully inside of you. Filling you up. You cried out at the sensation, feeling every throbbing vein of his cock buried deep inside of you. You swore you could feel him all the way up in your chest by how deep he was in you.

“Hold onto that desk, princess.”

You did as he asked. Your hands gripping the glass desk so hard you were sure your knuckles turned white by how hard you were gripping it.

The anger that was fueling him was gone. Mind cleared, Carter mercilessly pounded you into his desk. Every hard thrust sent you gasping and gripping the desk even harder. You were pretty sure you felt the desk shaking too. His hands snaked up to grip your breasts in his hands. Your tits fit perfectly in his palms. His face was buried in your neck, pressing kisses, sucks, and bites into your skin. Marking you. Making your skin all red and bruised. All you could do was take it. Take all he gave you.

Your breath fogged up against the glass. Every thrust of his cock hit your g-spot, the thick head of his massive cock bumping your cervix. His dick was so big that you were fully convinced that his cock was a freaking chainsaw and was ready to saw you in half.

Screaming.

You came screaming.

Above you, against your neck, Carter sank his teeth in your neck as a low growl rumbled through his chest. Your walls throbbing and clenching down on his cock, locking him like a vice. Your pussy was so wet and slimy.

But Carter didn’t care.

He continued to plow into you, his breath against your neck making you feel sweaty. His grip on your tits became harder as his thrusts went even deeper if that was even possible. Your second orgasm came over you just as quickly as your first. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“… ease… don’t stop Daddy… please…”

And how could he really say no to that? When you were begging him so prettily?

Pump. Squish. Pump. Squish. Pump. Squish.

Sloppy, wet noises came from your pussy as the mixture of your cum and Carter’s ejaculate trickled down your legs. Every powerful thrust of Carter’s cock into your messy cunt was edging him closer to his orgasm. His balls tightened, signaling that he was coming. Carter came with a grunt against you, filling you up.

He didn’t stop.

Oh no, no, no.

He took you again.

And again.

Till the two of you were nothing but sweaty, messy, cum-covered, and smelled like pure debauchery. Carter reveled in it.

You were gasping. Panting for air. White danced in your vision as your heart pounded in your chest.

You were an absolute mess. Still dwelling in that glowy afterglow. Your back was pushed flush against his front. Making his abs glisten with the mixture of his sticky cum and your sweat. He’d need to shower. Wash his clothes.

“… Don’t quit.”

To which, you gently and slowly turned your gaze so you could look. Gaze into those blue eyes that weren’t black anymore. The lustful, almost primal look in his eyes was gone. Now he was just plain ole Carter.

“… What?” your voice was breathless. You began to shake your head no.

“No… no, no, no… I’m not quitting… I’m not turning in my two-week resignation notice… why… why would you think that?” You replied to him, pure horror in your voice.

The voice in your head was screeching. Hollering.

Men were so stupid sometimes.

Carter’s jaw clenched again.

“You’ve never had these many mistakes before,” he said to you, a hand sliding your report back to you. Making you see the mistakes circled with the red marker.

You couldn’t help it.

Your pussy clenched.

Carter, who was still buried balls deep inside of you, let out a hiss.

“So that’s it…” his voice was hushed as the realization smacked him right-side on the head. Like the final nail in the coffin.

A small smirk crossed over your lips. You let a breathless laugh as you leaned against him.

Well, you were almost there, until you heard a very loud smack against your ass again.

“Ow!” you whined, “you’re such an ass-mmph!”

Him slanting his mouth against yours shut you up real quick. Your arms came to wrap around his neck. His came to wrap around your waist, where your blouse was bundling up. The two of you broke apart soon after. Foreheads gently pressed together. A little hum coming from you.

“Mean it though. Don’t quit.” Carter mumbled. You let out a snort.

“Are ya deaf? I said m’ not quittin’, Daddy. Geez. You Dominants are so-”

“I love you.”

It was so sudden.

Out of the blue.

It made you freeze. Your mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again, as if you were about to say something this time. Then your voice just gave up and your mouth shut completely.

“I… I love you, too.” Your voice was shaking.

And then he was pushing you over his desk again. Cock gripped tight in his hand, bottoming out of you in one thrust.

Two voices cried out.

Much later that morning, in Carter’s penthouse…

You were spent.

Sleeping.

Naked, in his bed with him. Softly snoring away. In deep sleep. From where Carter was laying beside you, having woken up from a nice dream that oddly involved pizza for some reason, he gazed at his clock that was on his nightstand.

5:15 AM.

He knew you wouldn’t be going out with Serena and Blair to your spa joint until much later in the afternoon. Which meant you could sleep in late.

His housekeeper, Melinda had gone home already. Paycheck in hand, the Korean woman thanked him. Told him to have a good night. Then she went home. Carter told her to say hello to her one-month son before he came back to bed to you.

Which led him to now. Seeing you peacefully sleep.

And now, naked as the day he was born, he saw his blanket on you. You had shifted in your sleep, making his blanket be shoved down a couple of inches.

He watched.

How could he not?

From where his blanket had been thrown over you, it had been shoved in your sleep down to your hips. Mumbles came from you in your sleep. It sounded oddly like Cassidy’s Mr. Teddy. Something about you telling Dream Cassidy that her Mr. Teddy was still in the washer. Then you flopped back over onto your back. Pushing and shoving that blanket down further until your entire body was exposed to him.

Carter couldn’t help himself.

His hand traveled down to the V in between your thighs. His thumb brushing over your clit as two fingers slid into your still slimy, wet pussy. A noise came from you in your sleep when you subconsciously felt his fingers curling against your g-spot. Your chest began to move up and down a little quicker at the sensation. A soft, pleasurable sigh escaped your lips.

“… she’s tired…”

She?

He was a little confused.

“Hmm?” was all that came from Carter.

“… my vagina’s tired, Daddy… you overworked her too much…” your sleepy voice made him come back.

“Oh? It’s a she now?” he sounded amused. Slowly, and irritatedly, your eyes opened. It was still dark out. You could barely register the sounds of some New Yorkers down below you. You knew you were in Carter’s penthouse though. In his room. You knew that much.

“Mmmhmmm…”

“… only a she could survive all the shit you did to me… my body hurts… my vagina hurts… you’re gonna make my ass hurt too…”

Now he was curious. Call him a fiend. But a dark eyebrow was raised at the mention of butt stuff. Not that he was opposed to doing anything, even putting his dick in your ass, no. Quite the opposite, really. He was very with that idea. Very much.

“You never mentioned ass stuff to me, princess. But now that you’re talking about it…” Carter trailed off as he stroked your hair. A noise of deep discomfort came from you. “Noooo… no, no, no. Daddy. No. Noooo. Not when m’ asleep. You can do whatever you want… just no ass stuff…” you were still sleepy. Your voice thick with sleep.

A smirk came from Carter at that. Slowly pulling his fingers out with a wet popping noise, a shrill cry came from you when he suddenly plunged them back in, curling right up against your g-spot.

Now. Now you were awake. Your eyes flew open.

But he didn’t notice. Wet, slimy, squishing noises were heard from your pussy as he continued his torture. In and out his fingers went. All messy and moist with your cum. Or his. He wasn’t quite sure yet.

“Daddy… daddy, daddy… don’t stop… m’please…” was all he heard from you as he slipped into a third finger. It made you gasp. Whine. You even gripped the sheets. So hard that you were sure they were white. Or that they were going to pop.

And then he was leaning down. His tongue licking. His mouth sucking on those wet pussy lips. More desperate noises were coming out of your mouth as your hips moved, meeting the deep thrusts of his fingers.

You cried out when you came. Your tight grip on the sheets was forgotten as your body spasmed before your back slumped over. Your body going limp. Deep pants coming from you.

Now you were awake.

Like, awake, awake. Your eyes closed for a split second before you opened them again. Carter pulled his mouth from you, wiping his mouth with his hand.

“Happy birthday, princess.”

A blissed-out smile appeared on your lips.

“Thank you, Daddy. Love you.”

A dreamy sigh of content came from you when he dipped his head down. A kiss planted on your forehead.

“I love you too, princess.”

Taglist: @bxnnywriting, @greeneyedblondie44, @hawsx3, @sunflowerfive

[aquietwritingcorner]

Writers Month Day 1: Protective/School Word Count: 3165 Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating: G/K Characters: Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye Warning: NA Summary: Fourteen-year-old Roy Mustang makes some observations about ten-year-old Riza Hawkeye, and decides to do something about it Notes: Young Roy and Riza friendship is cute! AO3 || ff.net

 ____________________________________________

 Protective/School

 Fourteen-year-old Roy Mustang sauntered down the road, a carefree smile on his face. The day was a warm with a breeze, the perfect day for a walk into town, as far as he was concerned. He had finished all of the work that Master Hawkeye had assigned him, and Master Hawkeye was focused on his research at the moment. So focused, in fact, that he had handed Roy a list of supplies and told him to go to town and take his time. Naturally, Roy had taken his master’s request to heart.

Roy didn’t come into town too often, despite having been here over a year. Usually, he was kept busy with his studies, and when something was needed from town, young Miss Riza seemed to usually have it taken care of. Actually, she seemed to have most things taken care of. She took care of the house, the garden, the animals, the meals, hunting, and her schoolwork too. Honestly, Roy had no idea how the ten-year-old did it. He wasn’t half as responsible at her age. Then again, he had a lot of older sisters to look after him. Miss Riza had no one.

Still, he wasn’t about to waste a chance to take a walk into town and get out of the stuffy Hawkeye Manor. He wanted to socialize with people, see what was new, and wave at some of the girls. The girls here seemed to find him charming, and he just couldn’t disappoint them, now, could he?

Roy figured that most of the girls around his age were either working or in school at the moment, so showing off would be a little more difficult. He knew, though, that his path would take him by the school. He could at least wave to the girls who saw him through the windows of the one-room schoolhouse. Maybe he’d even take his time and walk back by when school let out. He couldn’t help the grin that grew on his face as he thought about that.

His grin faded, however, as he grew close to the school yard. Most of the voices he could hear came from inside the building, but he caught wind of a few that were coming from outside of it. He frowned, not liking the tone of the voices at all. They seemed harsh, and he had to wonder what was going on.

The voices weren’t coming from the side of the school that faced the road, and so Roy, not liking what he was hearing, walked on to the school property with just a minor glance around. No one was outside to stop him. He had just rounded the corner when he saw a water bucket being thrown down, and a familiar girl shoved back. He watched with wide eyes as she tripped over the bucket, tumbling down, and the three boys laughing at her.

“Can’t even carry a bucket of water!” one of them was saying. “How useless are you? Even your own dad replaced you!”

Riza said nothing, just stayed put, and kept her eyes down.

Roy saw red, and he quickly strode forward. “Hey!” he called out, grabbing all of their attention. “What are you doing?”

One of the boys—Thompson, Roy thought his family name was—turned towards him. He was bigger than Roy, but Roy wasn’t going to let that stop him. “It’s none of your business, City Boy,” he sneered.

Roy knelt by Riza’s side, reaching down to help the younger girl up, but his eyes stayed on the three boys in front of them. It had been a while, but he had scrapped plenty of times back in the city. These were unfair numbers, and he was pretty sure that these boys were stronger than he was, but he couldn’t just let this happen. Especially not to Miss Riza.

Before any of them could reply, the bell began ringing, indicating a break, and students came running out of the doors. The boys obviously didn’t want an audience, because they moved away with little more than sneers and muttered promises about “next time.”

Roy watched them for a moment, before turning his attention back to Riza. The girl was on her feet now, trying to brush off her dress, and wasn’t looking at him. Roy reached down for the water bucket, holding it out to Riza.

“Are you okay?” he asked her.

Her cheeks flushed, and she grabbed the water bucket from him. “I’m fine,” she said defiantly.

“Are you sure?” Roy asked her again, not sure he believed her.

This time she did look up at him, glaring at him with such ferocity that he nearly took a step back. “I’m fine!” she snapped at him again, and then turned abruptly with the water bucket in her hands.

Not sure of what else to do, he followed her. “I’m sorry, Miss Riza. I just wanted to be sure.”

He watched as she attached the bucket to the rope and lowered it down into the well. “Well now you’re sure,” she said. “So go away. You shouldn’t be here anyway. You should be studying whatever my father left for you to do, so I could have just dealt with that like normal and moved on with the day.”

Roy’s brow crinkled at her words, but he moved passed them quickly. “I’m out on an errand for your father. I think he wanted to be left alone to research today.”

Riza’s lips pursed, and she hesitated only a moment before she began pulling the bucket back up. “Then it’s best you and I both stay away until time to fix supper,” she said, not pausing once in what she was doing. “Although you can probably risk going back sooner than I can.” She had the bucket back at the top by now and turned away with it in her hands. “I will see you this evening, Mr. Mustang.”

It was a clear dismissal, something he had gotten used to from the younger girl. Still, he couldn’t help but stare after her as she made her way back up the hill towards the schoolhouse. Something about what she had said bothered him. He didn’t want to let it go, but he wasn’t sure what else he could do.

Frowning, Roy reluctantly turned away. He had no business being here, and Roy was pretty sure that, if someone had been watching him this whole time, he had vastly overstayed his welcome. Roy continued on into town, taking his time there. Chris sent him a little pocket money each month, although he didn’t always have the chance to use it. Maybe today he would.

It was lunch time before he drifted back towards the school, sandwich in hand. The students were out as well, and Roy scanned them to see if he could see Riza. She wasn’t in amongst the other girls who were sitting together and eating. She wasn’t over with the younger kids who were playing. He didn’t even see her among the boys, which, after this morning, was a relief. He finally spotted her up near the school building, looking as if she were emptying out some water. He frowned. Was she working through lunch? Maybe she was in trouble.

“Roy!” A voice caught his ear and he looked over to see Cassidy Wiseman waving at him. “What are you doing here?”

He grinned and made his way over to her and the other older girls. “Just getting some supplies. Master Hawkeye is doing some research and sent me to town for him.”

“Oh, I see,” she said, grinning at him and batting her eyes a bit. “And what brings you by the school?”

“Curiosity,” he said with a grin. The girls tittered with laughter, and movement caught his eye again. It was Riza, still up near the schoolhouse. His own smile faded a bit. “Say, Cass, think you could answer a question for me?”

“For you Roy, anything.”

He gave her another dashing grin. “What’s up with Riza? Did she get in trouble or something?”

Cassidy and the other girls glanced up to where Riza was just emptying something else. Cassidy’s smile faded a little. “Her?” she snorted. “No. She sticks around the school a lot. Teacher’s pet, that’s what she’s trying to be. Besides, even on the days when she’s not doing work for the teacher, she’s always doing something else like reading, or doing calculations or something. She’s a bit… odd. Never does anything with us, even if she has food.”

“She is odd,” one of the others pipped in. “What’s with her hair? She always keeps it so short.”

“I heard she cut it off so her father can’t use it in alchemic experiments.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Nah, it’s because she’s trying to hard to be a boy. I mean, the short hair, the hunting—and look at her dresses. Patched and bare and out of style and never any stockings.”

“She’s hardly respectable.”

“She’ll never find herself anyone that way.”

“Can you imagine what a disaster it’ll be when she finally starts maturing?”

The girls laughed, but Roy ignored their gossip for the moment, his eyes back on Riza. Things were starting to add up for him. “I’ll be right back,” he said. “Forgot something Master wanted me to do.”

Without so much as a goodbye, Roy made his way across the school yard and towards the building. “Hey! Hey, Miss Riza!”

Riza stopped, wastebasket in her hands and glared up at him. “What do you want, Mr. Mustang?” she asked him.

He didn’t miss the way that her eyes lingered on his sandwich for just a moment. “Not much. I mean, it looks like you’re busy. But, well, I bought this sandwich, and I only really wanted a half. I thought you might be interested in the other half.”

Her eyes lit up with interest, but they were quickly guarded again. “And why should I need you to give me anything?”

Right. Her pride. Even at ten she was stubborn. “You don’t,” he said with a shrug. “But it won’t last more than a few hours, probably. I didn’t want it to go to waste.”

She looked at him for a long moment, then sighed, setting the waste basket down. “Alright,” she said. “It wouldn’t do to have something go to waste—at least, no more to waste then buying a sandwich that you can make for free is already.”

She held her hand out, and he reached into his bag and pulled it out for her, giving it to her with a grin. “Hope you enjoy it!” he said.

She just frowned at him. “Thank you,” she said, fairly quietly.

There was an awkward pause, and Roy wasn’t sure what to do next. “Uh, say,” he said. “I still have to finish my half. Any chance I can sit here and eat it with you?”

Riza blinked at him in surprise. “Wouldn’t you rather go eat with the other girls?” she asked him.

He shook his head. “Nah. They’re busy talking about dresses and hair. I get enough of that from my sisters.”

“Oh.”

He glanced at Riza, but she wasn’t looking at him, just at her sandwich. After a moment, she sat down, and he did as well. But he kept an eye on her as they ate, noticing how her hand came up to her brush her short locks more often than normal.

Lunch was a short affair, and soon he was off, killing more time and exploring the town and the surrounding area. He supposed he could go back to the Hawkeye house, but instead he felt the need to stick around. By the time that school let out that day, Roy was waiting nearby, the supplies Master Hawkeye had requested with him, and a bag of apples as well. He smiled and waved at the girls that walked by, smirked at a boy or two who looked at him jealously, and then grinned when Riza walked up to him. In the distance he could see the boys from earlier scowling at him.

“What are you doing here?” she asked him, hands on her hips.

He shrugged. “I had to take all of this stuff back anyway. I just thought it made sense to go back together.” He paused and held out an apple to her. “Apple?”

Riza still looked at him a little suspiciously, but after a moment she agreed. They worked out the packages among them, and started walking back towards the Hawkeye home, Roy doing most of the talking on the way, but Riza chiming in a little.

Over the next few weeks Master Hawkeye stayed focused on his research, giving Roy some work to do, but mostly leaving the boy on his own to self-teach. He did his assigned work, attempted to help out around the house, and did a lot of exploring of the area. It gave Roy a lot more time to talk to Riza too, and he found himself paying a bit more attention to the things she said or the ways that she acted. He had always known that she was treated poorly by her father. But before now, he hadn’t realized that she was having trouble with other kids as well. It was only when she came home one day, her dress torn, and Riza herself looking roughed up, that Roy decided to take matters into his own hands.

Roy liked Riza. Yeah, she was four years younger than him, but she usually seemed a lot older than that. Besides, when you got through her shell, she was funny, caring, and more than capable. He hadn’t quite breeched it yet, but he had seen glimpses of it. He genuinely liked the younger girl, like she was a little sister or a neighborhood kid that he was fond of or something.

It was with that feeling in mind that Roy made the decision to walk Riza home from school every day that he could manage it. Riza was suspicious of him at first, but she could find no real reason to object. The few objections that she did bring up—usually that he should be studying or else her father would be mad—he quickly dismissed. After all, what was alchemy without practical application? And wouldn’t that be better done outside?

Even as the fall temperatures moved further from the warm summer and towards the cold winter, Roy found himself keeping up this habit. Riza slowly started to warm to it as well, coming to expect him. She offered him little smiles, and small bits of biting humor as they walked. When the harvest came in, he would pick her up with things like apples and squash in bags, and she would turn them into meals and desserts. As the weather grew colder, his jacket often found its way around her shoulders.

Even at the Hawkeye Manor, their relationship improved. He would often sit at the kitchen table with her to study or puzzle out texts out loud in front of her. She would do her homework and start cooking. Roy started doing alchemy around the house more, supposedly as “practice” but really as an excuse to fix up what he could and help Riza in any way possible.

It was only when he presented her with a nice, warm winter coat—one made from several too small and too thin coats he had used as source material—that she questioned him.

She took the coat from him, the coat a soft, deep blue with black buttons, thick wool and in a fashion that he had knew was a classic style his sisters love. She felt it, but didn’t say anything, and his enthusiasm for the gift started to fade.

“Miss Riza?” he asked. “Is something wrong?”

For a moment she didn’t say anything, just kept her head bowed over that coat, her thumbs stroking the material.

“I don’t understand,” she finally said.

His brows scrunched up. “What do you mean?”

She looked up at him, and he was surprised to see tears in the corner of her eyes. “I don’t understand,” she repeated again. “You walk me home. You buy things I like. You help me around the house. You fix things. You help me with my schoolwork. You seek me out to spend time with me. And now you’ve given me a coat.” She shook her head. “I don’t understand, Mr. Mustang. I’m no one. I’m just a ten-year-old girl who isn’t smart enough to learn alchemy. My own father doesn’t pay attention to me. But… you do all of these things. I don’t understand why.”

Roy was stunned. It had never occurred to him that she might feel this way. “Well, I mean… because I care, Miss Riza.”

Her head jerked up at him at that, eyes wide, almost as if she had been struck. And then, she was whirling away from him, coat still in hand. “You shouldn’t,” she said. “Thank you for the coat, but you should focus on your studies more.”

“Wait.” Roy reached out and grabbed her shoulder. “Miss—Riza. Riza wait.”

She stiffened under his touch, but looked back at him, clearly startled at the lack of formality.

“Why shouldn’t I care?” he asked her. “Why shouldn’t I care about you?”

“Because Father only wants you to care about alchemy. He wants you focused only on that. He won’t stand for distractions, and if he thinks I’m one then… then I’m not sure what he’ll do, but he won’t like it.” She turned to face him a bit more, and he could see that her lip was trembling, and her eyes were wet with tears she hadn’t let fall. “I’m not worth caring about. Your studies are much more important. I—”

“No,” Roy said, and said it so firmly she stopped, and stared at him. “No,” he repeated. “My studies are not more important than you.” He knelt in front of her, digging in his pocket for a handkerchief and using it to wipe her eyes. “Listen to me, Riza. No matter what anyone says or does, you’re worth caring about. Even if I’m the only one who ever does it, you’re worth caring about, okay? But I can promise you that there are plenty of other people out there that will care about you. You just haven’t found them yet. But you are worth caring about.”

She stared at him for a moment longer, trembling, and then she threw herself into his arms, sobbing. He held the young girl, rocking her back and forth as she silently sobbed on him. Roy was fine with this. He’d take care of her while he could, even if that meant walking her home from school every day until she graduated.

No one deserved to think that they weren’t worth caring about. And he’d prove it to her one day.

[blairwaldcrf]

Top 10 ships Involving POC in 10 different fandoms (🌟friendship edition🌟)

tagged by creator @a-lil-bi-furious

i tried to pick ships i would never romantically ship which was ROUGH for my friends-to-lovers self but i finished!

1. Raphael & Magnus (shadowhunters)

2. Lito & Wolfgang (sense8)

3. Scott & Derek (teen wolf)

4. Vanessa & Dan (+nate) gossip girl

5. Eve & Kenny (killing eve)

6. Margo & Eliot (the magicians)

7. Bonnie & Elena (but I have Thoughts for the racist ass writers) the vampire diaries)

8. Rosa & Jake (yes it's copaganda i know, I'm not watching it going forward) Brooklyn Nine Nine

9. Chidi & Jason (the good place)

10. Liv & Clive (izombie)

tagging: @takaraphoenix @acelandonkirby @missbrunettebarbie @fonduaunoire @chasingshhadows @legendsofentity @laufire @renserizawa @welldressedllama @bisexualdanhumphrey @chasecordelias @beth-cassidy @dylanobrienisbatman @girlpash @queeraliens @sakebytheriver @strideofpride @zaritomaz

[persefoneshalott]

Ten favorite female characters from ten different fandoms!

Tagged by @missbrunettebarbie

This was very hard to do and felt like choosing between my children :' I chose from the last shows I've watched or that just came to my mind right now.

Here goes: Hanna Marin (Lion/Lion) - Pretty Little Liars Beth Cassidy (Snake/Lion) - Dare me Jenny Humphrey (Badger/Snake) - Gossip Girl Viri Gomez (Snake/Badger) - Skam España Maia Roberts (Lion or Badger?/Lion) - Shadowhunters Paris Geller (Snake/Bird) - Gilmore Girls Heather Duke (Snake/Bird) - Heathers Dee Reynolds (Lion/Lion) - It's always sunny in Philadelphia Abigail Hobbs (?? i've seen different sortings for her) - Hannibal I am tagging @nocakesformissedith @paint-the-ravenclaw @the-phoenix-heart @awinterrain @burnt-oranges and whoever else wants to do it! no pressure

[fearsomeandwretched]

"Dear Rufus,

Last night was the best night of my life. For years, I'd hoped to find the passion that I feel when I'm with you. I thought it was our youth that accounted for that depth of feeling, our unbelievably powerful bond. But it wasn't youth - it was us."

[youjustwaitsunshine]

Hi, I would like an extremely factual essay about Leclerc and why he is in love with Vettel, please

la gazzetta della formula-whine presents:

✨Ferromance✨

As always, we examine the evidence:In this image, charles tries to impress seb with his bike skills.

This, of course, reminds us of the iconic scene from butch cassidy and the sundance kid where butch cassidy takes his live interest etta out on a ride on his new bike.

(i assume, i only watched the top gear special where they talk about that scene)

Moving on, here we can clearly see charles trying to get closer to seb - even on track, he feels attracted to him!

To stay with the cinematic parallels a little longer; their positions and even the coloring in this image are almost identical to those of lightning mcqueen and sally carrera in cars (2006)

Some might see this as pure coincidence but cars (2006) and ferrari have multiple other factors tying them together: seb himself voiced characters in both cars 2 and cars 3, as did michael schumacher who had a cameo in the original movie.

But the most important piece of evidence tying all this together is guido the forklift, italian ferrari enthusiast. And where else, besides as a character in cars (2006) and its sequels can guido be found?

Exactly, tattooed on the arm of one of sebs mechanics. Guido is lightning mcqueens mechanic, seb is in this instance the embodiment of lightning mcqueen. As we can clearly see, there are too many parallels to just dismiss this as coincidence.

by the rules of filmmaking, charles and seb were always predestined to be together, but the longevity of their romance is written in another book.

Of course, this is only a small aspect of the epic love story that will be continued another day

xoxo, gossip girl la gazzetta

[hookd]

ABOUT THE MUN

nickname: cassidy star sign: scorpio height: 5′4″ favorite music artist: i don’t really have a favorite that i can pick out last TV show you watched: the fairly oddparents, i think. what kind of stuff do you post: writing, things relating to harry. i try to keep my blog harry-centric, with as few ooc posts/posts that have nothing to do with him as possible do you have any other blogs: yes! a suffering multimuse @belovedstars and max wolfe from the gossip girl reboot, @loneewolfe​ !! why did you choose your URL: charlie chose it and gave it to me. but i assume from “get you hooked” hogwarts house: jkr is a raging transphobe pokemon team: the cutest ones u can find. squirtle and growlithe are a must favorite color: pastels pastels how many blankets do you sleep with: three!

tagged by : @biteofwinter​ tagging: YOU!

[vmheadquarters]

We’re still playing our game of written hot potato! Dozens of your favorite authors are taking turns to tell a Veronica Mars mystery story. Each writer crafts their chapter and then “tosses” the story to the next person to continue the tale. No one knows what will happen, so expect the unexpected!

Follow the “vmhq presents” and “murder we wrote” tags for all the installments, or read the story as it develops on AO3. --Chapter Nineteen of MURDER, WE WROTE is written by @elliebear75​. And stayed tuned next week for Ch.20 from @beezlebobble​ -tag, you’re it!

—————————————————————————————————— CHAPTER NINETEEN by @elliebear75​ 

Della adjusted her blond wig in the mirror, giving a cursory glance up at the screens across the wall. She was more than a little miffed that no one recognized her as the ghost of Lilly Kane yet, all the times she let them get a quick glance at her before she disappeared again into the secret passageways of the house. 

“You’d think that the blond hair and fabulous attitude would be a dead give-away,” she smirked as she followed the action on the screens. 

A tinier than usual Veronica hobbled across the television as fast as she could with Logan as her support.  They crossed from the second screen to the third and stopped near the corner screen when they found Wallace at the bottom of the kitchen stairs, unconscious.  She held her breath and hoped that the trap only winded him as it was supposed to, and not done any real harm.  All it took was a press of a button, and Della sent him flying down the wooden staircase, but instead of just landing on his butt and sliding, like so many others before him had done, Wallace seemed to take the tumble hard, rolling all the way down to the bottom.  A tinge of regret dropped like a stone in her stomach, but she pushed it aside when she saw him come to.  She watched as he wavered when Logan helped him to his feet, but seemed none the worse for wear.   

“Sorry, Wallace.  I had to do it,” she sighed.  “Blame Veronica for getting you into this mess.” 

Wallace had once stood up for her when Madison and Gia cut in front of her in line in the cafeteria, and she didn't want to hurt him; it was just an inevitable consequence of her plan. Like Leo. She didn’t mean for her partner to kill him; it just happened.  Della felt terrible about that as well since he had been instrumental in getting the information she needed to make this plan work. But it wasn’t like she killed him; it was her partner. He just went a little too far. 

Leaning closer to the mirror, she ran her tongue over her teeth and puckered her lips as she checked her lipstick. That retainer was annoying, but her parents were right—she did look better in the long run. In fact, Della looked so good that with some professional make-up tips, contact lenses, and her dyed black hair, hardly anyone recognized her in Neptune anymore.  Which was fine.  When she graduated last Spring, she left Della Pugh behind at Neptune High with the Pirates. 

Now, she was Ruby.  Ruby Jetson. Actually, that wasn't true. During the week, she was Ruby Jetson, a fixture on the Neptune Karaoke circuit. On the weekends, she was Madame X, taking over for her mother, the original Madame X, and father, Mister X, who started this murder mystery business after her grandparents left them this property with no sustainable income to support it.  When she was a child, Della helped her parents set unwitting traps for guests who gleefully screamed at every turn.  With her crooked teeth, frizzy blond hair, and thick glasses, she was born to play the “creepy girl” in the castle. She was pretty proud that she once made a guest pee herself when she appeared in the guest’s bedroom in the middle of the night, dressed in an old-fashioned white dress and powdered make-up as if she was a ghostly apparition and asked the woman if she had "seen her mommy."   

But that was why people had come to the island in the first place—for the thrill. Over the decades, her parents hosted Hollywood celebrities, members of Congress, and even a Prince or two (of the musical variety and actual royalty.) No one at school ever suspected that poor little Della was actually a star, on most weekends.  Unfortunately for her parents, the business didn't clear a lot of money, so her family was never able to move to a house in the 09er area, and that fact had kept Della the perpetual underdog and general bully-bait all through school. 

Veronica Mars wasn’t an 09er either, but somehow, she conquered it all.  And Della hated her for it.  Not an 09er, but she managed to have a best friend and a boyfriend who were—Lilly and Duncan Kane. Oh, and she acted so much like an 09er back then too, gyrating her way onto the Pep Squad thanks to Lilly.  One would have thought that not being one of "them" would have given Veronica some empathy for the little guys, like Della. But when Della caught up to her one day and asked her the reason why Della was rejected from the Pep Squad, Veronica just shrugged and told her to "dance better." 

"Dance better," Ruby snarked at the screens. She leaned over the console and pressed her thumb over Veronica's face, focusing on Logan standing next to her. 

“Logan. Logan freakin’ Echolls. What in the world do you see in her?  Is it the blond hair, because sweetheart, I’m a natural blond too.  Is it the drama, because I can give you drama, baby.  You just never gave me the chance to show you.” 

What really chewed at Ruby was even after Lilly's death and Veronica’s fall from grace, she still managed to eventually date Logan.  Logan.  The boy who stirred things in young Della (and older Ruby) like no other boy ever had or ever would.  Once in tenth grade, she sat behind Logan in the bleachers at a basketball game and just the sight of the back of his neck kept her dreaming about him for years after. That was one of the advantages of being ignored by most of the student population and her "performances" at the mansion—she became good at flying under the radar.  Logan and that dumbass friend of his, Dick, never noticed her sitting on a blanket on the sand every Sunday morning, watching them surf at Dog Beach.  Never saw her sitting a few rows behind him at the movie theatre. Never noticed her sitting in the lobby of the Neptune Grande the summer after he graduated, as he walked right past her, holding hands with Veronica, looking at her like he would make love to her right there, in front of everyone, if given the opportunity. 

Veronica. 

Again Veronica. 

“I was a freaking teenage outcast too. Why the hell did he have to pick you?” She removed her thumb from over Veronica’s face and hissed at the screen.   

When Veronica disappeared to Stanford, Della took it as a good sign.  But the night she happened to find herself in the same dive bar as Logan and Dick, he was still whining to Dick about how to get on with his life without Veronica. It was pathetic.  Logan was a strong, virile man with so much love to give, and Veronica had crushed his soul...just like she had once crushed young Della’s Pep-Squad dreams.  To see Logan stagger drunkenly out of that bar alone tore her heart to shreds, but also made Ruby hate Veronica even more. She had to be stopped.  Veronica Mars was not the amazing and brilliant girl everyone thought she was. It was all an act.  There was no “magic” to Veronica solving crimes.  Just dumb luck.  The Veronica Mars that Ruby knew was a snob and a fake and an asshole.  She was just very good at making people seem like she was helpful and caring.  And this weekend, Ruby would make sure that everyone realized what a phony Veronica truly was. 

Walking away from the screens, Ruby adjusted her sparkly purple sweater and smoothed down her tight black jeans as she paced, keeping herself moving in the chilly space.  Even though Logan couldn’t see her, she wanted to make sure she dressed her best for him.  Or at least her best so she wouldn’t freeze. 

“The way these So-Cal beach girls are running around in the snow, I’m surprised they all haven’t died of exposure,” she laughed, pausing to run her hand over the soft nap of her fake-fur coat, hanging on the wall near the door. 

It all started when Jen decided to bring on Cindy “Mac” Mackenzie to help her on the weekends.  Ruby immediately recognized her through the surveillance screens as the poor girl who had the unfortunate luck to be dating Cassidy Casablancas and be friends with Veronica Mars.  As she listened in on Jen and Mac gossiping during their time on the island, she realized that she could orchestrate an even bigger production from even further behind the scenes, one that could right one big wrong in her life.  Ruby could lure Veronica and all the people she hated most in school right here, onto her turf, the island with no 09 in the zip code. Then, one by one, she could torment them as she had been tormented by them in school.  She would deprive them of food, of sleep, of any sort of psychological rest, and see as they all began to turn on Veronica for not saving their sorry asses. For one weekend, Veronica would be Enid Curtis and know what it truly meant to be the loser, just like Della was for years in school. 

Glancing back, Ruby smiled as the players all scurried across the screens.  “Who’s dancing for who now, Veronica?  Just keep practicing.  You’ll get better at this murder-mystery thing.” 

It was all going according to plan.  Well, almost. The only thing that wasn’t to plan was Leo.  And Madison.  She didn’t really mean for them to die.  It seemed that her “muscle” in this venture ended up being a bit of a loose cannon, something Ruby didn’t really account for. But then again, Jen had proved herself to be mildly unreliable as well.  As Madam X, Ruby left exact instructions about who to invite tonight. The fact that Duncan Kane appeared was as a surprise to her as the rest of the guests. 

The door to the control room opened, and Della spun on her heels, watching as the figure shook the snow off his black parka hood and stomped his heavy boots off on the ground. 

"Okay. I got rid of that Deputy's body and hid it where you told me."  Lenny Sopher removed his hood and ran his fingers through his hair.  "Now what?" 

"Now? Now we wait.  And you stop killing people.”  Ruby folded her arms over her chest, protecting herself from the chill Lenny brought in with him. 

His throaty chuckle resonated in the small room.  Slowly, methodically, he peeled off his parka and hung it on the old wooden hook, next to Ruby’s. 

“Look, you have your fun with them, and I’ll have mine.” 

“I just want to expose Veronica as a dumb-bitch, so Logan finally realizes he’s better off without her and moves on.  Make her a laughing-stock.  Possibly make Gia Goodman wet herself with fear.  But that last one is a pie-in-the-sky sort of fun.  You’re out there actually killing people, and it’s not cool.” 

“Not cool?” Lenny turned, a smirk crossing his face as his fingers made air-quotes in front of his face.  “Not cool?  What the hell was I supposed to do?  When Leo recognized me from that forgery thing last summer, he threatened to take me in. I had to do it so I could stay on the island and help you!” 

Ruby tossed her fake blond hair over her shoulder and huffed.  “Well, you didn’t have to kill Madison.  I mean, I didn’t like her, but still, it was overkill.” 

A sharp laugh rose from Lenny’s throat that rolled and rolled in a way that terrified Ruby. It wasn’t a laugh of a person who thought this was humourous—it was the laugh of a man who was enjoying himself immensely.

“Overkill! That’s a good one, Della!” 

“Ruby!” She stamped her foot and gasped. “You know what my name is now, you jackass.  Now, stop killing people for real or I’ll…” 

“Or you’ll what?”  The laughter stopped, and the grin fell from Lenny’s face in an instant. “Or…you’ll…what, Ruby?  Call the police? On your favorite cousin? Plus, you're what you call my accomplice now.  Hell, with all the Madame X stuff linked directly to your side of the family, I can even say you’re the one who did all this.” 

Ruby stiffened as Lenny approached, trying not to show any fear.  He sniffed the air like a dog, and she cringed, knowing he was mongrel enough that he could probably smell it on her. 

“So, you continue to play your game, Ruby-Della-X.  And let me play mine.”

[shouldiwritetoday]

Nanowrimo Week 1

Days 1-8

Words: 6668/50000 | 6668/13336

So, I’m like four days behind. Whatever. I’ll get over it. The point is that I’ve written at least like a hundred words each day. Which is a win. For me. I wrote the most today (2656). I’m just finding it really hard to find the motivation to write.

Anyway, I’m writing a story about a soap opera actress whose character is going to be killed off, but before that can happen, she suddenly wakes up in the world of the show and everyone is calling her by her character’s name, so now she has to figure out a way to not die.

Snippet:

The studio was like a second home. When Bee had first been cast, on her first day at work, she couldn’t imagine ever feeling comfortable in such a formidable building with hundreds of people coming in and out, doing heaven knows what at all odd hours of the day. Hell, she couldn’t have even imagined that she would have ever made it this far in her career.

Lyla Blake was her breakout role into stardom. Lyla was a friend Bee could never shake off by now. More soft spoken, less abrasive than she really was. She had unintentionally adopted some of Lyla’s mannerisms after practicing them for hours on end. For example, Bee had never twirled her hair before it became Lyla’s signature way of thinking. Lyla was always more simple minded, a little too eager to please, a little too willing to forgive. She had a near perfect life — a nice home with a nice husband with a nice family supporting her. Well, except for her brother-in-law, but that was another dramatic story all together. The only thing Lyla was missing was children and Bee desperately hoped that this new story arc Lowry was announcing included them.

She greeted those she knew, politely acknowledged those she didn’t but who had welcomed her in. As she made her way over to the offices, she wondered about the fates of other characters in the show. While she liked to believe Lyla was the one and only really important character, soap operas were ensembles and even just one scene could throw off an entire character arc with developmental issues that needed seasons to fix.

Jackson Blake was Lyla’s husband. He was played by, of course, Will Fairfax. He had been struggling with the fall out of his brother Elijah (Ryan Kelsey) abandoning him and the rest of the family upon marrying Lyla. The relationship never recovered and they had yet to figure out the reason why Elijah despised Lyla so. 

Meanwhile, Emma Caroll (played by the amazing and Emmy-award winning actress Scarlett Agapov) was recovering from a particularly bad case of pneumonia after she had been locked out of her house in the middle of a storm with a dead phone and her husband, Ian (Phillip Nicolaides), hadn’t realized she was missing as he had fallen asleep watching movies on the couch with their two children Hannah and Travis. Ian was currently in therapy for almost inadvertently causing her wife’s death. If Brandon Tran (Daniel Ho) hadn’t been coming home from his late night affair with the older and married Mrs. Theresa Martines (Vera de la Cruz), then Emma very well could have died. 

And there was that business to consider. Brandon and Elijah were best friends. Both of them schemed behind Jackson and Lyla’s back. Mrs. Martines was, after all, the wife of Jackson’s boss. However, to further complicate things, Mr. Ricardo Martines (Julio Montoya) had had a past relationship with Lyla’s father in their school days which was coming back to haunt him after the reintroduction of the Michaels family after the wedding. Mr. Martines was right back at it again with questioning his sexuality, thereby leading his wife to have an affair as they were childless. That is to say, whatever plots Brandon and Elijah cook up to pass onto Theresa to then enact on Jackson and inevitably foiled by Ricardo who wishes to do right by the husband of the daughter of his first love. Because there was a missed opportunity or something.

Not to mention, Bee also knew that with this new story arc a new character would be added. Arabella Jones. Bee didn’t know who the actress for her was yet. Some unknown, to be sure. She was also eager to learn her purpose. Most importantly, she hoped that they would get along because nothing was worse than having a coworker she couldn’t stand. The only real friends she had on set were Will and Cassidy Carmichael, who played Olivia O'Malley, the physical therapist who had an on again/off again relationship with Elijah.

Cassidy greeted Bee over by the coffee maker. Skylar went off to talk to a producer, remarking that they would chat again later.

Cassidy Carmichael was a tall woman of thirty. Her straight blonde hair came to her cleft chin in a sweet bob, extenuating the faint roundness of her cheeks. Hazel eyes sparkled at Bee like the day had grown infinitely more interesting. “So,” she said, “d’you think I’ll break up with Eli over five times, or less?”

“Hmm…” Bee pretended to think. “You’re going to break up with him twice, he’s going to call it off three times, and for extra shit, giggles, and drama, when getting back together the last time, he’s going to skip straight to proposing and you two will elope.”

“No way,” Cassidy said. “I’m going to propose.”

Bee laughed. “Right. Because Olivia loves to walk straight into fires unprotected.”

“Nah. It’s ‘cause she’s a right bitch who tries so hard to make her own life difficult.”

They shared a smile. It was one of their favorite pastimes to think up possible plot lines that the writers were thinking of and why they deemed them suitable. Guessing relationship statuses were almost too easy. Cassidy had called the exact season, episode, and page of the script where Jackson proposed to Lyla like she was some sort of soap opera prophet. Those participating in that particular bet had been thoroughly impressed.

Later, Cassidy had told Bee that she had slept with Andrew and dug through his files while he was asleep. Bee laughed for days afterwards.

“So,” Cassidy continued, a sly smirk on her face. Bee prepared herself for whatever provocation was about to be unleashed. “It’s been three months since you-know-who broke up with his girlfriend.”

Clearing her throat, Bee maintained a neutral expression. “So?”

Cassidy nudged her, grinning. “Make your move, Bee. Before some other young filly snatches him up or Catherine comes back to stake her claim.”

Bee rolled her eyes and shrugged, her gaze shifting to her shoes. “I don’t know, Cass,” she sighed. “They were together for three years. You don’t exactly get over a three year relationship in three months.”

“You might, if the next girl to come along has been one of your best friends for the past five years and is super hot.” Cassidy paused to consider her next words. “And, you know, if you’ve already had steamy make out sessions with her.”

“Those were for work!” Bee cried, which only gained her a shrug in reply. “I don’t exactly have a way of knowing if he’s interested in me, nor do I know how to make it clear to him that I am.” This earned her a short laugh, to which she glared at. “Seriously, Cass. I can’t just walk up to Will and say—”

“Ooh,” a low, baritone voice that rang like a heavenly choir cut in. “What kind of gossip can you not just walk up and tell Will?”

[avengerscompound]

The Two Cassies

The Two Cassies:  An Ant-Man Fanfic

Avengers as Parents Drabbles Thor | Clint | Natasha | Bucky | Sam | Bruce | Tony | Rhodey | Scott | Wanda | T’Challa | Steve

Buy me a ☕

Character Pairing:  Scott Lang x F!Reader

Word Count:  917

Warnings: Parenting Fluff

Synopsis:  Blending a family together can be hard. But having two daughters with the same name is just trouble.

The Two Cassies

It was quiet.  A little too quiet.  Normally in your house, there was constantly sounds of trouble happening.  Footfalls down the hall, giggling and conspiratorial whispers, shouting and the sounds of games being played.  The noise was never a concern.  It was the quiet that bothered you.

“It’s gone quiet again.”  You said looking to Scott.

He grinned at you his big puppy dog grin.  “This is gonna be great.”  He replied.

You laughed and punched him in the arm.

“Hey!  That’s modeling really bad behavior.”  He said with a smirk, catching your hand and twisting it behind your back.

“I think they’re going to be modeling their own bad behavior.”  You laughed leaning in towards him.  “Now go check.”

He leaned forward and snapped his teeth before pecking your lips.  “Wish me luck.  Cassie squared equals big trouble.”

Scott got up and headed to the girl’s bedroom.  The relationship between you and Scott had happened pretty fast.  Your daughters had met in school.  Initially just forming a friendship because they found it funny that they were both named Cassie.  His Cassie a Cassandra yours a Cassidy.  It wasn’t long until they lived in each other’s pockets.  Having playdates, and sleepovers.  Gossiping on the phone.  Then one day after having a Cassie squared sleep over Maggie called to say that Cassie’s biological dad would be picking her up.

That was when things changed forever.  Even though you’d been warned he was an ex-con.  That he was flaky and unreliable.  That he would disappear for weeks on end.  In the end, it didn’t matter, because he was funny and kind and loving and weird in that way that kept things exciting.

Also, he was Ant-Man.  A superhero you’d never even heard of until you walked in on him in the suit.

It was a weird relationship, but you were weird people.  Now you were two years in.   Married and the Cassies called you both mom and dad.

The Cassies were also supreme trouble.  It made sense given who their parents were.  They were constantly doing things like deciding that their room needed a mural and just painting it.  Giving the dog makeovers. Sneaking out to try and sell flowers they stole from the neighbors garden to the other neighbors.  Having them both in the house at the same time was a full-time job for two people.

Scott wandered down the hall keeping an ear out for the girls.  As he got closer to their room he could hear hushed whispering.  He slowly opened the door and then shouted.  “What’s going on in here?”

The Cassies were sitting on the ground surrounded by ants.  Cassandra had the ant neural transmitter on and when he startled them the girls jumped with a scream, the ants scattered off in all directions and both girls started giggling.

“Girls!  You know you’re not supposed to play with my equipment.”  Scott said, trying to sound stern, but coming off slightly exasperated and slightly excited.

“Sorry, dad.  We were just trying to make friends with the ants.”  Cassidy said, sheepishly.

Scott sat down on the floor watching out for the scattering ants and held his hand out.  Cassandra placed the headset into his hand.  “You know you have to come talk to me if you want to play with the ants.”  He put the headset on and had the ants all move into an organized group between the three of them.

“But dad, you never let us do it.”  Both Cassies whined.

Scott took the headpiece off and fixed it onto Cassandra’s head.  “It’s not easy.”  He said as the ants started scurrying away again.  “You have to think really clearly what you want them to do.  Not in a complicated way.  Just a simple; go here.  Pick this up.”

Scott watched as Cassandra’s face scrunched up.  The ants started to move back in small groups until they formed a strange amorphous mass.

“Look at that.  You’re a natural.”  Scott said, putting his arm around Cassandra’s shoulders and giving her a squeeze.  “You want a go, Cassie?”

Cassidy’s eyes lit up.  “Yes please.”

He took the headset of Cassandra and put it on Cassidy.  Cassidy focused hard on the ants.  It took a moment, and Scott could see she was getting frustrated.  Her face screwed up and started turning red.

“Relax, kiddo.  Take a deep breath and just think of what you want.”  He said, putting his hand on her shoulder.

Cassidy whined and took a deep breath.  “It’s easy.  Just think only that one thing.”  Cassandra told her.  “You just gotta make your head empty.”

“Easy for you maybe.”  Cassidy teased and both girls broke down giggling, make Scott laugh too.

“You might want to try again before all the ants scarper?”  Scott said as he watched the ants spread out through the room.

Cassidy took another deep breath in and closed her eyes when she opened them again, Scott watched as she stared at the ants.  They slowly started to line up and then picked up a piece of paper on the floor and bought it over.

“Nice one, Cass!  You girls are gonna take my job away from me.”  Scott cheered.

You sat in the living room reading a book.  After what was maybe half an hour you realized Scott hadn’t returned on his mission to check on the Cassies.  And it was quiet.  A little too quiet.  You sighed and got up to try and find the source of the trouble.