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inky-duchess · 4 years ago

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21 History Ancedotes for my 21st Birthday

So today I celebrate my 21st birthday and I have decided to gift you all with 21 of my favourite historical Ancedotes. Some are funny, some are sad and some are plain bizarre but I hope the make your day 💜

Mary Maloney, an Irish-born suffragette in England followed Winston Churchill around while he was campaigning for a seat in Parliament, drowning out everything he said with a very large bell and calls for him to apologise for his comments on women's rights and suffrage movements.

Clodius Pulcher was a well born Roman noble during the last day's of the Republic. He gave up his Patrician status to become Tribune of the Plebs (an office in which one had to be a Pleb) by being adopted by a much younger Plebian man who became his "father". Clodius was a bit of a riot, sneaking into religious festivals dressed like a woman to sleep with Caesar's wife, building a shrine to Liberty in the ruins of the Conservative Cicero, vetoed the last speech of one of the Consuls (who basically did nothing all year and was apparently going to roast Caesar) and burned down the Senate House with his funeral pyre (the Plebs who loved him literally tearing up the furniture to build his pyre). He was honestly the best fun.

When laying on her deathbed, Queen Caroline of Ansbach turned to her husband George II of England and told him he should marry again. George refused to ever wed again... But added he would have mistresses. Caroline said , likely with a roll of her eyes, "oh my god that doesn't matter."

Florence was a pretty cool city in the Renaissance until Savanorola came to town. He disliked the loose living artists that crowded the city, with their naked pagan gods and rampant homosexuality. He expelled them all with help of the French hoping to make Florence Holy Again. When the Borgia Pope excommunicated him and sentenced him to death, one man in the crowd was reported to have said. "thank God, niw we can return to sodomy." One Floretine man in the 1490s said Gay Rights.

So this list couldn't be complete without an entry of the only American politician I love, Alexander Hamilton who was just a walking entity of sass. I could go on about his sharp sarcasm or his disaster bi vibes with John Lauren's but my all time favourite Alexander Hamilton ancedote has to be this exchange with Thomas Jefferson "There are approximately 1010300 words in the English language, but I could never string enough words together to properly explain how much I want to hit you with a chair."

Caterina Sforza was an Italian noble woman during the Renaissance. She was apart of the powerful Sforza family, which drew many enemies to her. One fateful day at Forli, Caterina's children were snatched as hostages. The besiegers threatened to kill her children if she did not cede the castle. Caterina refused, lifting her skirts and shouted to the besiegers that she had the means to make more children.

Hannibal Lecter's creator Thomas Harris was happy to end his great character's story with the original trilogy. However his publishers forced him to write an unneeded prequel explaining why Hannibal became Hannibal. Thomas Harris agreed lest he lose the rights to his character so he wrote Hannibal Rising, where Hannibal as a young man hunts down the Nazis who ate his sister with a katana.

Nell Gwyn is my favourite mistress of Charles II, mainly because of her sass. Once while trapped in the middle of a riot where Londoners swamped her carriage thinking she was Charles's Catholic mistress. She popped her head out the carriage and told the people "Pray good people be civil. I am the Protestant whore." She also dosed her rival Moll Davis with laxatives in order to free up some of Charles's time and she once flashed her underwear at the French ambassador after asking him why the Franch King did not pay her to spy on Charles because she was with him every night. A true Queen.

Emperor Ai of the Han Dynasty of China once rose from his bed to go do some ruling when he realised his lover, Dong Xian was sleeping on his sleeve. Rather than disturb his lover, the Emperor cut his sleeve off at the wrist to leave Dong Xian nap. Nothing has ever been more romantic than that. Y'all could never.

Princess Margaret the sister of current Queen Elizabeth II was a socialable Princess and often tasked to visit the up and coming music stars of the day on behalf of the Crown. When meeting the Beatles one evening, she noticed George Harrison was acting a little odd. When she asked what was the matter, he replied "We arent allowed eat until you go." Princess Margaret laughed and promptly left so the Beatles could get some dinner.

During the Siege of Jadotsville, Irish soldiers under the flag of the UN were attacked and besieged by local insurgents allied with the Katanga Regime. The insurgents numbered thousands while the Irish only had 158 soldiers, all who were lightly armed. They radioed to their allies assuring them that "we will hold out until our last bullet is spent. Could use some whiskey though".

Napoleon was famous for writing raunchy letters to his wife, the Empress Josephine while he was away. She used to reply with really mundane letters or not at all. She really just could not be bothered with him.

Josip Broz Tito was so fed up with Joseph Stalin sending assassins to kill him, he wrote to Stalin personally to say "If you don't stop sending assassins to kill me. I will send one to Moscow and I won't have to send another." It didn't work but Big Dick Energy.

Successful Roman soldiers returning from war often got to march along in parades known as Triumphs. During this, it was customary for them to sing bawdy songs about their commander. One surviving one about Caesar goes like this "Romans, lock up your wives. Here comes the bald adulterous whore. We pissed away your gold in Gaul and come to borrow more."

Matilda, Lady of the English was a woman so badass that history cannot handle her. She was the daughter of Henry I who left his throne to her after the death of her brother. She was away in France when her father died and her throne was snatched by her cousin Stephen. They battled back and forth for years with neither side ceding any ground. Matilda was once besieged in a castle during a snow storm, with Stephen's men all around her. Instead of fighting her way out. She simply donned a white cloak and walked out of the castle. Just walked out without any of Stephen's men seeing her.

Pedro of Portugal once fell in love with a beautiful lady in waiting called Inez de Castro. For years, they lived as man and mistress, popping out a few kinds. Pedro's dad really did not like Inez and wanted Pedro to find a legitimate wife so he had her killed. Pedro returned home to find the mother of his children dead. Pedro went a little crazy. He had all his father's assassins killed, ripping out their hearts as they had done to him. When Pedro ascended the throne, he demanded the Pope legitimize his children by Inez. The Pope not wanting to upset the King, said he couldn't because Inez was never crowned Queen. Pedro dug Inez up and crowned her as Queen, having all the nobility swear loyalty to her corpse. The Pope had no choice but to agree to his request.

A famously clever general once saved an entire city with an ingenious stragety to sit outside the city waiting for the attacking army to come. The attack had come to fast for the city to ready themselves for a Siege so, the general had to move quickly. He evacuated the city and took his place waiting for the army to come. The enemy forces stopped and took one look at him and bolted, thinking he meant to lure them in one of his famous traps.

Michaelangelo was really badly treated by the Vatican when he was painting the Sistine Chapel. He constantly fought with the Popes over the design and his work, which he was paid peanuts for. Michaelangelo got his revenge in his work, painting the gates of Hell behind the Papal Throne and an angel flipping the ol' fig (the Renaissance version of the bird) toward the Pope's chair.

Peter the Great was not a perfect guy. He kept serfdom as a practise in his kingdom, he had his son tortured to death and he could be an unpleasant guy. But Peter was a dreamer. He wanted nothing more to build a fleet for Russia and bring Russia beyond its borders. Peter took a gap year from ruling Russia to wander around Europe. When he stopped in England, he was granted Leicester House to chill in while he did his shipwright studies. It was here that Peter found a new passion. The wheelbarrow. Cue Peter and his new found English buddies drinking in Leicester House, punching the artwork and rolling each other around in barrels across the house's Great gardens.

Diogenes is hands down a walking shit post. He was a great thinker in Greece during the reign of Alexander but a rather dry, sarcastic wit. He lived in a pithos/a jar because he shunned all vanities and values of society. He trolled other philosophers, attending their debates to heckle them and eat loud foods through them. When Alexander the Great came to fan boy over him, saying that if he were not Alexander he would like to be Diogenes to which Diogenes just said "yeah me too, now get out of my sunlight."

Cosimo de Medici was the son of a Floretine banker with a great knowledge and love of art. Cosimo wished for Florence to release its potentially and join the Renaissance. He hired Filippo Brunelleschi to finsh the Great Dome of Santa Maria del Fiore which had láin unfinished for over a century, a symbol of a failure of ambition. The builders had lost the knowledge of creating a dome so large so it remained unfinished. Despite much opposition from the other nobility and denouncers of the Renaissance, Cosimo's dream of the completion of the dome was completed, making it the largest brick dome in creation at that time. There is nothing like achieving your dreams and certainly nothing like leaving a lasting reminder that screams 'I was right and you were wrong' to stand for centuries.

#Instead of doing shots I decided to give you all a gift #History is our greatest gift #And it's filled with dick jokes and idiots #Anyway happy birthday to me #Go forth and enjoy this great gift #history dump #History Ancedotes #History bites: kinda?

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ramseysdevorak · 4 years ago

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Big rant ahead <33

pixelberry needs to realize that their new writing styles/books are making so many people mad omg they're so inconsistent and it's just nnnnnnnnh

That clusterfuck we call open heart 2 and 3? That just made me mad. At this point the funeral in book 2 should have been for Kyra seeing as how she never came back ??? What the hell? There's so many unanswered plots tbh. I don't want a fourth book because I couldn't stand 2 and 3 hardly, but I mean they could have concluded the other plots. How's Ethan's mom doing outta recovery? How's that patient with the blood clot thing doing? How's VOVO OH MY GOD???

Open Heart was my favorite series. Honestly. Everyone that follows me on Instagram knows how into the series I am. Ethan is my Li, yes, but honestly I was sick of him. I didn't like the fact his writing was being changed. Yes, I did like him opening up to Mc because they are in love and yadda yadda yadda, but I hated his childish behavior and the fact he didn't think Bloom would retaliate. Ethan Ramsey. Diagnostician. Didn't think that big bad bloom would honestly try harder to get him out of this job? HAHAHA that's hilarious. So many people already knew Bloom was behind the case?

Now I was an OG Bryce Stan, so seeing Bryce's character change did hurt my wee little heart. What the hell was up with him not wanting to walk out the room with Mc in bk3ch1? Confidence Lahela didn't want to flaunt and show off someone he was with????? That was weird even for me. I'd wish he had gotten more screentime and that Mc would legit ask what the hell it was about ://

Raf and Jackie were there too but PB screwed those stans over (especially Raf stans in bk2) so much that I'm sorry they had to be treated this way. It's so unfair that while Ethan Stans were getting content at every scene, y'all were over here HOPING your li would even be in a frame of a chapter, let alone get a diamond scene. PB talks about more diversity and how they are gonna try to listen more to their fans and start treating every LI equally but then hardly gave Raf and Jackie screentime. Newsflash, PB, not everyone wants to be with the forced male li :)) Listen to your fans in the right ways. Not doing what y'all wanna do. Yeah, I'm an Ethan Stan and I know since OH is over there's no point in addressing this, but it's still ridiculous. There are three other Lis in that book and y'all hardly even acknowledged them in the first half of book 3. Sure, there was some time here and there in the latter half, but that's no excuse. It's just ridiculous. Even when they did give some time for the rest of em, they're paywalled so the only way the other stans could get some content is spending gems. That's so lame and unfair to the other players.

I don't play that many books in Choices anymore, unless it's the older books that have lovely writing and characters. I can't bring myself to waste time on new books and writing styles that make me feel annoyed. It's just basically old Wattpad/AO3 smut and some fluff scenes sometimes.

I really miss the peak 2018-early 2019 era of choices where books had me excited to play them. They were so good too. I miss playing HSS or Perfect match and actually having a decent plot with lovely characters.

All I can say is Blades 2 better be great or I'm not coming back to that app unless I'm feeling nostalgic and wanna see Jake, Kamilah/Adrian, or Ajay. Tyril my dear, I apologize in advance for what PB might do to you :( I know it's at least a year away, but I can only hope they get their damn act together and start acting on that diversity they promised.

#pixelberry #choices stories you play #playchoices #what even was open heart 2 and 3 #ethan Ramsey #oph #open heart #blades of light and shadow #tyril starfury #bryce lahela #jackie varma #rafael aveiro #at this point i just ranted about open heart whoops #kyra santana

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clareguilty · 5 years ago

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Sharing a Stolen Name

Read it here on AO3! Arthur Morgan/Reader Rating: Explicit | No Warnings Word Count: ~5500 Thank you to @verai-marcel for looking over this for me <3

You stroll into Rhodes head high and eyes wary. You've never been this far south before, but you need to speak with Hosea, and his letter said Lemoyne was the place to find him.

Fear races down your spine as the door to the sheriff’s office bursts open. You've been here for less than five minutes, and you really can’t afford any trouble.

A greasy sonovabitch comes racing down the street towards you, chased by a few harried lawmen. Just as the fugitive gets closer, you swipe a kick at his ankles and he goes flying into the red dirt.

An outlaw for sure. Not that you’re any better. The man curses you and tries to scramble to his feet, but you knock him back to the dirt.

"Thank you for that, miss," the sheriff pants when he catches up, ordering for his deputies to round up the man. "And who might you be?"

"Callahan," you give him the first fake name you've got. This sheriff looks like a fool but you have no doubt he can read a wanted poster.

"Callahan? You got siblings?" The sheriff asks, a wave of recognition crossing his features.

"No, sir," you answer quickly.

"Huh. We got another Callahan back in the office right this moment. He's working with some fine gentlemen around here. Figured y'all might be kin."

Another Callahan? Might be no one. You had borrowed the name, and this Callahan may very well be authentic, but you can't keep from asking.

"Arthur?"

"Yeah, that's him."

"Arthur's here? In the sheriff's office?" Is he in trouble? It didn't sound like it. Why would Arthur be hanging around lawmen?

You follow the sheriff, fear and worry stirring in your chest. Every worst case scenario plays out all at once in your head.

The sheriff pushes open the door and you're surprised to see Arthur leaning back in a chair, lazily smoking a cigarette. Even stranger is the silver badge on his chest.

"Arthur!" You run to his side, unable to contain your relief. He’s safe. He’s… deputized?

"Well, would you look at that. Mr. and Missus Callahan," the sheriff teases.

Arthur hesitates a moment, surprise and confusion crossing his face. He hasn’t seen you in months, yet here you are, sharing his stolen name. You throw your arms around his neck, whispering to him. “Looks like we’re married this time, Mr. Callahan.”

He plays along, rubbing circles into your back and leaning into the embrace. “Darling,” he says loud enough for the other men to hear. “I’m glad you made it.”

“I missed you,” you place a hand on his cheek. You mean the words, and you hope Arthur can see that even through the act.

“How touching,” one of the other deputies drawls. “Didn’t know you was married,” he raises his eyebrows at Arthur.

“She’s been working in the city these past months,” Arthur lies easily. “I ain’t seen her since she left last winter.” His hand wraps around your middle, settling on your hips. “Now, gentlemen, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to give my wife a proper welcome.” He begins to usher you to the door, and you flush bright red as the sheriff and the deputy whistle and howl their congratulations.

Arthur helps you onto his horse and slips into the saddle behind you, riding quickly out of town. You whistle for your own horse to follow behind you. A peal of laughter escapes you, ringing out across the meadows. “Thanks for being so quick back there, cowboy. Saved our skins.”

“You weren’t bad yourself, Mrs. Callahan.” He chuckles. “May need to find yourself a new name, though, unless you wanna stay tied to me?”

You roll your eyes. “Did you see that sheriff? He was eating the whole thing up. Everyone’s a sucker for love.”

“If I see them again, I just know I’m gonna hear more about my lovely little wife.”

You’re glad Arthur can’t see your face. You’re positively pink. Lovely. Arthur called you lovely. Even if he was just teasing.

This was your problem. When you had first joined the gang, you hadn’t been able to stop yourself from falling for Arthur. He’s kind, handsome, strong. You had tumbled head over heels before you had even realized, and by then it was too late. Arthur was in love with Mary. He was going to propose.

No matter what you did, your feelings hadn’t subsided, but you knew there was no use in torturing yourself. With Hosea’s blessing, you had gone off on your own, only returning to the gang every few weeks. It was easier that way. You could ignore your feelings and throw yourself into your work, whatever that may look like. But you knew you always had a home to go back to.

So you lived that way for years. Staying away from the gang longer and longer each time. It hurt, every time you returned and every time you left. Arthur was still your friend, but things had to be this way.

Yet now Arthur was calling you lovely. Arthur had held you. The danger had passed and you could only think about how you wished the embrace was real.

“What brings you around?” he asks.

“Needed to talk with Hosea. I was doing some honest work for a family near strawberry, but there’s a lot of money in that town, and I think he could work his magic on the rich folk.” The town attracted wealthy northerners like flies to honey. Hosea loved nothing more than stupid rich people who wouldn’t know what hit them.

“Honest work? What sort?”

“There was a widowed gentleman who needed help. He has two young kids and no one to care for them. He paid well, and the house was nice. I grew rather fond of the children. I may go back for a few months if he’ll take me. I could see myself having some kind of life there.”

Arthur makes an indignant sound. “You were some kind of nursemaid?”

“More of a governess,” you correct him quickly. “I’m smart. And I know my way around polite society. I’m more than just an outlaw or a farmhand.” Arthur’s comment had gotten under your skin. You were respected in that house. Mr. Rochester was kind, and he treated you as an equal.

“You are,” Arthur says. “But is that really what you want? To live in another man’s house and care for kids that ain’t even yours?”

“What choice do I have, Arthur?” you snap. “I don’t have a house of my own. I don’t have kids of my own. I was married today for all of ten minutes and the whole thing was a lie. People like us don’t get a happy ending. You said so yourself.”

He’s silent the rest of the ride to camp, and you’re thankful for it.

Your return is joyful, despite your argument with Arthur. Mary-Beth is enamoured with your life at Mr. Rochester’s home, and she keeps you up well into the night with questions.

“He paid for your clothes?” she asks, eyes wide.

“Anything I wanted,” you grin. “I just marked it in the catalogue and gave him my measurements.”

“And you had your own room?”

“And I could use the washroom whenever I wanted.”

“What about the children? Were they terrible?”

“Oh at first, yes.” You laugh and shake your head. “But they weren’t expecting me to fight them back. They were much more interested in their lessons when I promised them stories of the great van der Linde gang.”

Mary-Beth’s eyes go wide. “You didn’t?”

“I sure did. All about Arthur Callahan and company.”

Mary-Beth watches you carefully. You can tell she knows. You’ve never been able to get over your feelings for Arthur. No matter how long you spend away from the gang.

“What about the man of the house? Was he kind?” she asks.

“Oh very,” you nod. “He’s a gentle soul. He wants to do right by his children, but he knows he can’t care for them by himself. He misses his wife every day. He’s very interesting. Funny, charming. He didn't ask too many questions about where I came from although I’m sure he knew it was nothing but trouble.”

Mary-Beth thinks for a long moment. “Do you think he could fall in love with you?”

The question makes you start in your seat. “Why would he do a thing like that?”

“You’re living in his house. Caring for his children. It seems like the perfect ending.” She wears a wistful expression.

“I- I couldn’t, Mary-Beth. You know that.”

She nods. You love Arthur. As much as you wish you didn’t. There is no one else for you.

“Pardon the interruption-” Both of you jump and turn. Hosea has snuck up on you. “Dear, you know we care for you, but I worry about you. All this time and you still can’t let go of something that’s clearly hurting you. I think Miss Gaskill is right. You deserve a happy ending, one that doesn’t involve lawmen hot on your heels.”

You know where Hosea is going with this. The thought makes your heart twinge.

“You understand, don’t you? If you have a chance to make a life for yourself, one that is better than this, you should take it.”

“But Hosea-” you start.

“Don’t ‘but Hosea’ me,” he shakes his head. “It’s time for you to make the hard choice. You’ve lived far too long without doing anything, and it’s time to brace yourself for the pain.”

Tears well in your eyes. Mary-Beth takes your hand. You can tell she’s glaring at Hosea. “She’ll make her own choice in her own time.”

Hosea’s hand squeezes your shoulder. “I hate to see you suffer.” And he’s gone.

The next day, you can’t forget Hosea’s words. You find him in the afternoon, reading a book in the shade. He doesn’t acknowledge you when you sit next to him; he’s waiting for you to speak.

“You’re right.” You hate to say it, as if Hosea needs to be reminded. He doesn’t say anything, so you continue.

“I’ve been holding on to Arthur for too long. All these years I’ve been stuck waiting for something to change. I need to move on and do what’s best for myself.”

Hosea is watching you. “And what does that look like right now?”

You focus on a knot in the wood of the table. “I’m going to tell him how I feel — not right now, but when I’m ready to leave again. I need that closure at least. He needs to know why I’m leaving, and I need to know once and for all that he doesn’t love me. Then I’ll return to Mr. Rochester and ask if I can continue working for him.”

Hosea places his hand over yours. “You’re very brave and very strong.”

You shake your head. “I’m a coward, always have been and always will be.”

A few moments pass. “If I leave, I’m not coming back.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to,” Hosea doesn’t even blink.

“I’m going to miss you.”

“It’s not time for goodbyes yet.”

Knowing that this will be your last time with the gang fills your days with a strange melancholy. Every conversation feels more important. Every night feels more like a dream. It’s not hard for those close to you to realize something is wrong.

“Is everything okay?” Arthur asks. The last person you can bear to see. But he’s still one of your closest friends.

“Everything’s fine Arthur.” You’re still upset with him from a few days before.

“I’m here if you need me,” is all he says.

Dutch, either oblivious or uncaring of your strife, asks for your help on a burglary.

“I’m so glad you’ve come back to us. There’s a small plantation that is in need of your skills.” He claps you on the shoulder and leads you to a map. “Arthur can ride out with you, keep a lookout while you’re inside.”

Your stomach drops. Of course.

“I don’t need a lookout, Dutch. I’ll be fine on my own.”

“Nonsense,” he waves his hand, “You’ll leave at sunset.”

Sunset comes far too quickly. You’re brushing down your horse when you hear Arthur approach. “You ready?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you saddle up and start riding before Arthur even has a chance to catch up.

He catches up to you easily, falling in beside you and riding silently for a few minutes. You try to convince yourself that everything would be fine. It was just one job.

Arthur looks on the verge of saying something for several minutes before he actually speaks. “I never, uh, apologized -- for what I said a few days ago. I spoke out of line and I shouldn’t have. You’re doing right by yourself, and if you’re happy, then I can’t say nothing against it.”

His apology floors you. You had known Arthur to own up to his mistakes -- one of the many reasons you loved him -- but you had never seen him lay himself so bare before you. It was more of an apology than you deserved.

“Thank you, Arthur,” you finally manage. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you anyways. I just need to do what is best for myself. I’ll be on my way again soon.”

Arthur looks about ready to ask you something, but thinks the better of it. The question must have eaten away at him though, because he caves eventually. “Why do you spend so much time away from the gang?” He shakes his head as soon as the words leave his mouth. “Stupid question. I just -- you always seem half in half out. Not like Trelawny is either, it’s like there’s something keeping you.”

He was right. He saw right through you but somehow missed the mark. Did he not know that he was the reason you never truly left? That he was the reason you couldn’t bear to stay?

“It’s something I need to get over myself,” you answer. It was cryptic and vague, but you couldn’t tell him now. You weren’t ready yet. After the job, maybe? You could leave first thing tomorrow and ride back to Strawberry.

Arthur pulls up close and reaches for you. “I’m here, you know. If you need me. I can help. Lord knows you’ve been there for me all these years.”

You pull away, unable to even respond. His words are like a douse of ice cold water, like desert sand rubbing you raw.

The plantation is a moderate size, wealthy enough but not so much as to be crawling with guards. You and Arthur ditch the horses at the fence line, creeping up to the big house without any trouble.

One of the windows at the back of the house pushes open, and you tug your boots off and hand them to Arthur. “Hold on to these, I don’t want to be too loud in the house.”

He takes the boots and dutifully lifts you so you can climb through the window.

As unassuming as the property was, the inside speaks of wealth. Gilded, polished, velvet. You’ll make out of this with plenty of cash.

Watches, jewelry, pins, and pens. You fill your satchel and your pockets before you even make it to the stairs. There are some stacks of bills in the downstairs office that you shove into your shirt, but no safe or strongbox. There has to be one somewhere.

At the top of the stairs you’re faced with several closed doors. Low light flickers from beneath one, and you hear snoring from behind another. At the end of the hall, you find a room that looks to be cold and quiet. Picking the lock, you slip inside, lighting a match to see around the room.

It’s dark, a study of some sort with shelves along the walls and a heavy wooden desk. Your match burns down and you move over to the window, sliding the curtains aside and lifting the pane. Once you’re sure no one was about, you let out a long low whistle, easily mistaken for a dove.

But doves weren’t out this time of night.

Arthur hears the signal and rounds the house a moment later with your boots in tow. You wave to him before gesturing back inside. You just need to check this last room.

The strongbox is in the bottom of a wardrobe under some thick winter coats. You shove as many valuables as you can into your pockets and even your trousers. Arthur can take some of it off your hands when you get outside. Even with the window open, it’s very dark in the study, and you fumble blindly through the desk drawers for anything else.

You’re on your way to the door, ready to creep back down the stairs, when your socked foot catches on an end table. You’re able to suppress your cry of pain, but you can’t stop the loud crash as the table topples over and everything on it scatters to the floor.

“Shit,” you hiss, hopping back to the window.

Arthur must have heard the commotion as well because he’s looking up at you with an exasperated expression.

You hear a door down the hall slam followed by the sound of footsteps. Good thing you relocked the door behind you at least, buying you another half second hopefully.

Redrawing the curtains, you climb through the open window, hanging from the sill as your feet dangle uselessly an entire story off the ground.

The door to the study opens.

“Push off and jump,” Arthur hisses. “I’ll catch you.”

“What?” you ask, but do as he says anyways. It’s a half second drop before you land against something broad and grouchy. Definitely Arthur.

You’re both sprawled on the ground, but he drags you to your feet, shoving your boots at you. “We gotta run.”

“No shit,” you take off towards the fields, hoping the sugar cane will give you enough cover. Arthur, surprisingly, lets you tug your boots on once you’re shrouded in the tall plants. Both of you listen for sounds from the house.

“Take these,” you start pulling stolen items from your clothes and pushing them into Arthur’s arms.

“I thought you felt lumpier,” he says as he shoves everything into his satchel. You glare at him.

The two of you steal through the sugar cane at a snail’s pace, wary of anyone that may be looking for the burglar.

“What did they do to deserve Dutch’s attention?” you asked. There was definitely money in the house, but Dutch usually had motivations beyond just that.

“Look around you,” Arthur shakes a stalk. “Who do you think works these fields?”

“Ah,” It dawns on you, “Well paid white folk.” There’s no missing the sarcasm in your voice.

“Exactly,” Arthur grabs your hand and pulls you along. “One of the ‘workers’ gave Dutch the tip, in exchange, we’re splitting the take.”

“Sounds fair,” you try to keep pace with Arthur, but your foot catches on the sugar canes and you tumble forward.

Arthur turns to catch you, only to be flattened for a second time that night. You’re sprawled on top of him, cursing up a storm.

He shifts beneath you, and you realize his hands are pinned between your chests. “A lot less lumpy, now.” His grin is crooked, and his eyes shine. You huff and scramble to your feet. “Sorry,” he says as he dusts himself off.

“Let’s just get to the horses.”

Arthur picks through your findings as you ride back towards camp. “Damn,” he whistles, “I hope you make as good a governess as you do a burglar.”

His words hurt. You still aren’t ready to face that yet, but now may be as good a time as any.

“I’m leaving again,” you say. Your throat already feels tight and you know you won’t make it through this without crying.

“So soon? You’ve hardly been back a week!” Arthur looks almost angry with you.

“This time, I’m leaving for good. I talked with Hosea already; he says I should do what’s going to be best for me.”

Arthur doesn’t say anything, but his brows pinch together. You can’t understand what he’s feeling.

“Arthur,” your voice breaks. You can’t speak for several moments as you try to lessen your tears.

“I don’t get it.” He cuts in, “If leaving is going to hurt you like this, then why go at all? You’ve never liked it out there. You always hate leaving — I know you do.”

“Arthur,” you find your voice again, “You’re one of my dearest friends. All these years, you’ve stood by me. I made the foolish mistake of falling in love with you, and I’ve been too much of a coward to let you go. But I can’t lose any more years to loving you. I have to start a new life some time. I’m going back to Mr. Rochester. I’m going to live an honest life and teach two beautiful children, and maybe one day I’ll love someone the same way I love you. I’m sorry for burdening you with this, but I can’t leave until I know I’ve ended things here.”

The silence is suffocating. You feel like you’re drowning and you can only hope the current will wash you ashore.

“You love me?” Arthur looks dumbfounded. “You’ve left all these years because you love me?”

You don’t say anything. You’ve said enough. All that matters now is getting out of camp as fast as possible. You don’t even care about the money you’ve stolen. You’ll be gone by daybreak.

“You’re a fool. A damn fool.” His voice is raw.

It’s the last thing you want from him. Pity, mockery. You know how stupid you are, he doesn’t need to rub it in. Spurring your horse forward, you race back to camp, ignoring Arthur calling after you.

You make it back to camp. It’s late in the evening and only a few people are still awake, one of whom is Dutch, eagerly awaiting your return. He catches your expression and instantly reaches for you. “Is everything alright, dear? Where is Arthur? Is he safe?”

“Arthur is just fine,” you snap. He’s probably not far behind you, which means you only have a few minutes to leave before he gets back.

You begin dumping your spoils on the ground before Dutch, who is desperately trying to determine the source of your anguish.

“I’m leaving,” you tell him firmly. “I’ll pen a letter to Hosea as soon as I can.”

Dutch follows after you as you head to gather your things.

“Come, now,” he says. “You’ve only been back for a few days. At least rest some. You can leave once you’ve slept and eaten.”

You shake him off. “I’m going, Dutch.”

He doesn’t say anything more, just stands by as you pack your things and grab supplies from Pearson’s wagon. You approach him just before you mount up, unsure. “Thank you, Dutch. For being there for me.”

He looks at you, eyes seeing something you couldn’t even find in yourself. “You’ll be back.”

It’s not threatening, not angry or even sad. It’s something he knows.

Well, he’s wrong.

“Goodbye,” you squeeze his hand and turn back to your horse.

The poor beast is tired, but you push as hard as you can towards the heartlands. You’ve got to get as far away as you can before sunrise.

Except the crack of a pistol makes you and your horse start, and you search wildly for the source of the shot.

Three men on horseback appear from the brush. You were so caught up in your frustration you didn’t even see them.

“Stop,” the leader of the three demands.

You reign your horse in, already reaching for your pistol.

A lantern is raised. “Hey, aren’t you Missus Callahan?”

You squint in the low light and recognize the Rhodes Sheriff. “Yessir,” your voice is still shaky. You pray this isn’t your end.

“What are you doing out? Don’t you know there’s outlaws about ma’am?”

You shake your head. “I… I didn’t know.”

“Ma’am, are you feeling alright? You certainly don’t look too well.” It’s the deputy. The sheriff shoots him a harsh look.

“I’m fine, just needed some air is all,” you need to make your lie believable. “Arthur and I, we got into a fight.”

The lawmen have never looked more useless. They’re clearly out of their element trying to console an upset wife.

“Well,” the Sheriff smoothes his mustache, “what do you say we ride back into town. You can have a drink and a few hours to yourself, and we’ll see where we go from there.”

“Oh, no I-” You need to be gone. You can’t go back. “You must have important business. I couldn’t trouble y’all.”

“Nonsense,” the sheriff waves his hand. “It’s too late and too dangerous for a pretty young thing like you to be riding by yourself.”

If you protested any more, you would only rouse suspicion, so you give in and follow the three men back to town.

A long drink of whiskey later and you find yourself slumped asleep in the comfiest chair in the Sheriff’s office.

“Mr. Callahan,” a voice greets, “Just who we’re looking for!”

You blink awake, pushing up the brim of your hat up. Arthur looked terrible. You wondered if he had slept at all.

“Heard you had a bit of a lover’s quarrel last night, found your other half out in Scarlett Meadows near moonset.”

Arthur sees you and staggers forward. You’re surprised when he throws his arms around you, crushing you in close to him. “I thought you’d gone,” his voice was shot.

“I tried,” you tentatively return Arthur’s embrace.

“C’mon,” he tugs you towards the door, “Don’t worry. We’ll get everything sorted out.”

You didn’t trust him.

“Thank you,” Arthur extends a hand to the sheriff. “I appreciate you looking out for her.”

Against your better judgement, you follow Arthur. He leads you to a pasture by the lake, sliding out of the saddle and rolling out his bedroll. “If I sleep, will you still be here when I wake up?”

You eye him, but don’t say anything.

“Look, neither of us has slept in far too long. Get a few hours of rest and I promise we can sort everything out. I’m tired.”

You were tired too, so you rolled out your own bedroll. A few hours of sleep.

“You’re still here?” Arthur looks surprised.

You shrug. “Thought about leaving.” But Arthur had looked so peaceful in his sleep. Your weakness had kept you from abandoning him.

“I’m glad you didn’t. I can’t stop you if you want to go, but I can’t let you leave just yet.” He stretches, watching you as though you were startled prey.

“Don’t make me regret staying.”

Arthur chuckles. “I can’t promise that. But I need to get something off my chest.”

You glance at him, curious. What could Arthur have to say to you?

“Last night, you said you’re always leaving because you love me. That for some reason you can’t stay because of that. But you never told me. Why?”

It hurts. You fight down the pain in your chest and set your jaw. “I cared too much for you -- for everyone -- to ever truly leave. But I couldn’t bear to stay when I spent every day dreaming of something I couldn’t have. That’s why Hosea let me leave. I wanted things to work out for you. I wanted you to be happy with Mary. But the gang is my family.”

Arthur takes a slow breath. “All these years? You’ve been running away from me all these years because…” His brows pinch together as he struggles to find the words.

“I just…” you hold back tears. “I couldn’t bear to lose you. I have to let go sometime. I can have a life out in West Elizabeth. But I’ll miss you, Arthur.”

“You can’t leave.” He says the words and immediately grimaces. “I mean — you can, I just — I want you to do what is best for you… because I love you.”

Everything stops. The words nearly don’t register.

“How long?”

“What?” He looks bewildered.

“How long have you loved me?”

“A while,” he sighs. “Year or so? Since Vegas at least.”

You can’t believe it. “That long? And you never said anything?”

“Neither did you,” he counters.

“You were going to propose!” you hiss.

“She turned me down,” he looks to the ground.

“I’m sorry,” you place a hand on his shoulder. “You have to understand why I couldn’t stay.”

“I do.” Arthur looks up at you with sorrow in his eyes. “I think you can make a life for yourself with this… Manchester?”

“You think I’m going back to Mr. Rochester?” You blink, incredulous.

Arthur rubs his jaw. His eyes shine. “Seemed pretty set on it.”

His foolishness makes your heart hurt. “Arthur, I’d stay here — if you’d have me.”

He pulls you into his arms, crushing you to his chest. “I think we can take some time to figure it out. What do you say?”

“I say we’ve taken enough time, wouldn’t you?”

Dutch smirks when you ride back into camp with Arthur and collapse together in his tent. The whole day is spent whispering to each other, refusing to be apart for more than a few minutes. Arthur shows you pages in his journal when he had written about his feelings for you, and you talk about the many times you fell in love with him again and again.

Night falls, and Arthur pulls you into his arms before you can even think about leaving to sleep somewhere else. “I’ve got a lot of years to make up for. You’d best be ready for me to never let you go again.”

You rest against his chest, finally able to have the closeness you have dreamed of for years. The life you had wanted, together with Arthur.

You wake long before the sun rises, still nestled against Arthur. He’s awake as well, tracing shapes into your skin absentmindedly.

“You alright?” you ask.

“I’m perfect.”

You giggle -- actually giggle -- and press your lips to the exposed skin of Arthur’s chest. His breath hitches. You glance up in surprise.

“Darling,” he turns you to face him, gaze intense, “Can I make love to you?”

Your heart is going to beat out of your chest, and you’re sure you feel like hot coals the way your blood heats up. A shaky nod.

Arthur kisses you with so much heat and passion, gripping you tightly, trying desperately to memorize the feel of you against him. His lips trail over your jaw, down your neck. He rips open the front of your blouse and muffles your squeal of surprise with his palm. “Just let me take care of you,” his voice is low, breathy.

You’re heaving and shaking at his ferocity. It’s overwhelming, but you want this as much as he does. He drags your trousers down, lifting you easily and moving your hips to where he wants them. You’re surprised when he continues his trail of kisses from the crook of your knee up your thigh. “Arthur,” you gasp, “what are you-”

His tongue touches your heat and you gasp. He’s determined, a kind of fire and will that makes men cower before him. Instead, you’re crying and shaking as he drags his tongue over your clit and slips a finger inside of you. His other hand holds you so tightly, you may very well have bruises.

You come over his lips, quicker than ever in your life. And while you’re still dazed and reeling, his hand is on your cheek. You meet his eyes and see that the fire hasn’t subsided. “Can I take you, Darling? Please?”

You lean up to kiss him, one arm wrapped around his neck and the other reaching for his hard cock.

He slams into you to the hilt, muffling your screams with his lips. “Thank you,” he whispers against your skin. “I love you.”

You try to respond in kind, but he’s fucking you hard and fast. The roughness would scare you coming from anyone else, but this is Arthur. He’s holding you so closely, eyes fluttering and lips parted. You cling to him as well, years of pain and longing washing away as your fingers skim across his bare skin.

His cock fills you like nothing ever before. His hands are rough but gentle against your skin. You could stay like this forever.

You come again, vision going white as you drag your nails down Arthur’s back and feel only a little remorse. He follows shortly after, spilling over your stomach before collapsing on top of you, knocking the wind out of you.

“Arthur,” you wheeze. “I love you, but I can’t breathe.”

He rolls to the side, dragging you in close and nuzzling into your hair. “We can wash up in a few minutes. I just need to hold you.”

You press a kiss to his lips, soft and gentle, one of thousands more to come.

#look #this isnt my best work #but i just want it gone #i tried my best #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan/reader #rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #smut #lemons #my rdr2 fic #arthur callahan #fake marriage

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mlqcconfessions · 5 years ago

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Can I request a some hurt/comfort? How would our guys react to MC being in a coma and waking up from it? Take care of yourself!

We are always reminded of MC’s unnecessary courage, especially towards the later chapters. Every time she gets into trouble, the boys are there to save her.

But from Chapter 10+, we see that they won’t come to our rescue every time.

And that made me really sad (I JUST WANT HAPPY ENDINGS Y'ALL)

So I’m using this opportunity to write alternate endings for some of the darkest stories for each of the boys (and I had to use my imagination for these, so they may be a little lacking)

This took me a LOT LONGER than I expected, so that’s why my headcanons weren’t updating lately

Warning: There are spoilers for the main story (Ch 11-15)

MLQC Headcanon - As long as you’re here

Victor (Spoilers for Ch 11)

He’s been through this once already as kids

He’s never been prepared for another one

He always thought...since he’s here with you now.....he would be able to protect you

He believed he had changed

That he was no longer the weak boy from years ago

This is why he’s taking it so hard on himself

You were the only thing on his mind (even work was irrelevant)

He’s looking at you sleeping so soundly in the hospital bed

It’s as if you would wake at any moment

But he knows.....it’s not good to raise hopes

How long has it been.....8 days?

He glances around the hospital room (a daily routine he does)

Just to make sure everything is in pristine condition

But he doesn’t realize that he himself was in shambles

He prepared the best amenities for your hospitalization

The nurses kept talking about him, the CEO of LFG

Some attempted to get noticed by him (which did succeed to a certain extent)

They paid more attention to him than to you

“Are you going to keep doing your job halfheartedly?”

“P....pardon?”

“I have no need for unprofessional workers who can’t focus in front of their patients. Please leave” (The hospital’s Chief had to bow his head in apology)

Of course, Victor didn’t care about such trivial matters

All he was concerned about was your health

He had been watching over you nearly 24/7

He regularly calls Goldman to bring over his work to the hospital (he says he can’t go himself because then he’ll have to leave you)

For once, Goldman doesn’t care that he’s not paid enough

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You wake up to blinding lights, forcing your eyes to stay closed

After getting adjusted, you look around

Am I....in a hospital? (your eyes fall on the IV drip above you)

You turn your head (a short pain rings in your back), finding Victor laying his head on the bed

His hands are tightly grasping yours, knuckles shaky and pale

You raise your other hand to smooth his hair (it’s a little oily?)

He slowly opens his eyes, realizes the hand on his head, and quickly shoots up

His mouth is open, but he’s not saying anything

You laugh a little at this new Victor (you wish you could’ve taken a picture)

“Haha...good morning, Victor”

It’s only until you show him your usual smile that he regains himself

“......dummy....”

He bends down to pick up some papers that had toppled over

You don’t notice that he wipes a tear that was falling on his face

Kiro (Spoilers for Ch 14)

He didn’t want to have to do this

But it was the only way to save you (to keep you safe)

He hadn’t planned on using absolute control on you

After all, he knew you wouldn’t want to leave him by himself on that rooftop

But he had no choice

He would much rather sacrifice himself if it meant protecting you

And there was no telling what he would do if you got hurt

He dare not meet your eyes when he made you walk by him

There would’ve been a resisting force, making him want to hug you right away

It took him everything he had to not cancel his evol at that moment

As soon as he heard the door lock with a click, he turned to focus on his enemy

There wasn’t much to the fight anyways (his evol was overpowering)

But he couldn’t help but worry about you on the other side of that door

He figured you would be crying your eyes out, but there was nothing he could do

You, on the other hand, were trying your hardest to break Kiro’s control

But to no avail

All you could do was pound on the door, until your hands started to bleed

This went on for who knows how long

At this point, you were slumped over on the ground (your poundings have gotten much weaker)

You balled up your hands into fists, your last attempts to stay focused

Your nails dig into your palms, but it doesn’t faze you one bit (although it does quite hurt)

Was it fatigue, or was it exasperation.....but you started to lose your sight until everything was pitch black

Meanwhile, the noises outside come to a halt

Kiro hobbles over to the door (he wasn’t injured, just overwhelmed with fatigue)

He’s surprised to find you lying on the floor, unconscious

As much as he wants to take you to your home, he knows he doesn’t have the right to do that (not after what he just did to you)

But....it’s even more dangerous to leave you here

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He treats your hands with the first aid kit in your apartment

You slowly wake up to see Kiro struggling with the bandages (he was never great at things like these)

With your other hand, you reach up to cup his face

He’s startled (he wasn’t expecting you to wake up this quickly)

“Kiro.....”

He doesn’t say anything, but just looks at you with a pained expression on his face

He gets up to leave, but you grab onto his shirt

“No...please.....don’t leave....”

He turns around, bites his lower lip, and gently tugs your hand off from him

“......I’m sorry....I command you....”

“Kiro.......!”

“.....go to sleep”

You don’t remember anything after this point, not even the fact that he tucked you in

Or the fact that he stayed a little longer by your side (to burn you into his memories before leaving)

“.....sweet dreams, MC”

Lucien (Spoilers for Ch 13)

He knew you were brave

But he also knew you were careless

You hadn’t realized how deep your punctured wound went, and quickly lost consciousness

He wanted to rush towards you, to catch you in his arms

He wanted to apologize that he’s made you go this far

But he just stood there, looking at your fragile figure with indifference

He slowly walked over, and got on one knee to inspect your condition

He had to pry Iridescent out of your hands (for fear that you would try to stab yourself again)

All the while, he remained calm

As if what he just saw affected him no less than a falling leaf

But of course, the truth was much different

If he showed the slightest bit of emotion, the men would take you away from him

He was already being suspected of a traitor by them (it’s more advantageous to be seen as your enemy......for your sake)

“She’s fainted (he pushes some hair out of your eyes). I’ll take care of things from here”

“Ares, you can’t—!”

“We need her alive, wouldn’t we?” (the other agents can feel the hostility in his voice)

After he receives silent confirmation, he picks you up in his arms and takes you to his apartment

He rests you on the bed, and prepares everything to treat you

He effectively manages to stop the bleeding, but he’s unable to close the wound

It’s going to scar.....

As he looks at you, his heart becomes foggy

He has so many things to say.....so many things to explain

If only you realized his true feelings

But he knew it would only bring you harm if you got close to him

After all, HE was the one deceiving you this entire time

And that’s all you needed to believe

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When you open your eyes, you realize you’re back in your house (it’s dark except for some light from outside)

As you try to stand up, you flinch as your neck stings in pain

It’s bandaged.......Lucien!

You quickly look around the room, grabbing on to the slightest hope that he would be here

Your shoulders slink back as you laugh to yourself (at your own foolishness)

He lied to me.......he......

You cover your face with the pillow, trying to take everything in

You reach out to the bedside table for your phone, dropping something in the process

As you go to pick it up, your heart feels like it’s about to explode

Iridescent is lying on the floor, the tip no longer covered with your blood

As if it’s unaware of your muffled cries, it shines brightly in the moonlight peering through your windows

Gavin (Spoilers for Ch 15)

The wind had been blowing for hours on end, keeping his tears from falling down his face

There wasn’t much he could’ve done to prevent this

To prevent you from taking a bullet to your shoulder

No, he thought

I was right there next to her.....

There were so many things he could have done

That he SHOULD HAVE done

He looks down at you, writhing in pain, clutching at your shoulder

He knows how bullet wounds feel like (all the more reason why he’s so hard on himself)

Luckily, the two of you managed to escape STF during that chase

That doesn’t mean he was unscathed, as well

When heard you scream, he lost control of his evol

It did throw the STF agents off-course (but it also pushed you along the edge of a cliff)

He quickly grabs hold of you, twisting his body so he breaks the fall

The currents help soften the landing, but the rocks and branches leave scars on his body (he’s just relieved that you’re alive)

He brought you inside an abandoned warehouse, a beat-up Sparky guarding the front door

Lots of thoughts run through his brain while he’s treating your wound (now he knows who his true enemies are)

He skillfully manages to reduce the bleeding (but it doesn’t stop completely)

Meanwhile, your breathing becomes heavy and your heartbeat spikes up

He quickly takes off his shirt to dab the sweat off of your forehead (it’s not the cleanest, but it’s better than nothing)

He looks around for a water source

No luck (but he does find some wood for the fireplace)

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He quickly returns to the warehouse, nervous about leaving you alone

“..Gavin....”

The firewood in his hands clatter as they fall to the ground (without a moment’s hesitation, he’s by your side)

“MC....?” (the tears he had been holding back are now falling, each drop hitting your hand that he’s desperately clutching)

You find it hard to speak, only capable of muttering sounds

There’s so many things you want to say...that you NEED to say

But the sounds of agonized crying fills your ears (you’ve never heard him cry before, let alone this loud)

Little did you know that these tears were not of pain, but of relief

He’s holding onto you so tight, as if he’s trying to make sure you don’t leave him

The sun slowly rises once again, a gentle breeze blowing over the fallen leaves in the silent environment

Welp this was more hurt than comfort

This is not what I had initially planned.

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jisungshotfirst · 4 years ago

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get to know me better tag !

tagged by ; @masterninjacow thank you love <3

- what do you prefer to be called name-wise?

Kit is fine ! And Christopher, Kitty etc

- when is your birthday?

December 15th

- where do you live?

Dublin Ireland

- three things you’re doing right now?

Lying in bed :] mentally packing for a trip, and on tumblr oh and my cat just walked in so petting my cat

- four fandoms that have piqued your interest lately?

Mhmmmn.... Thai drama fandom, too the kpop group... I honestly can't think of any others

- how has the pandemic been treating you?

It's been okay I'm luckier than most. I was able to take a trip with friends as normal and I'm pretty good being by myself inside

- recommend a movie.

The way he looks ! Pure adorable gay fluff , friends to lovers , almost zero drama. It's one of my fav films of all time !

- how old are you?

- school, university, occupation, etc.?

Going into first year of uni

- do you prefer heat or cold?

Heat ! I love the sun I hate it here it's too cold

- name one fact others may not know about you.

Mhmmmmn

- are you shy?

In general not really, and if I'm in a very comfortable situation even with new people I'm not shy but if anything's uncomfortable or just off I can be very quiet

- do you have preferred pronouns?

He/him

- biggest pet peeve?

Ignorance

- what is your favorite ‘dere’ type?

I just did a quiz and got deredere and yeah that's prob accurate from the description

- rate your life from 1-10, 1 being really crappy and 10 being the best it could ever be.

I mean it's great but obvs there's a lot of stuff I'd change ... 7?

- what are your main blog + side blogs?

Only this one we die like men

- is there anything people need to know about you before becoming friends?

They just gotta be allies :]]

- relationships / breakups?

🤷‍♂️

- siblings?

One older sister

- pets?

My dearest girl Boo who's best cat

- surgeries / tattoos?

Nope but both are coming in the future I hope :]

- countries you’ve been to?

Ireland, England, Scotland, Wales, Portugal, Spain, France, Monaco, Germany, Belgium, Italy, Austria, Croatia, Bosnia, Montenegro, Greece, Cyprus, USA, Cambodia, Vietnam ... I think that's them

- been in an ambulance?

Yes but I think only once

- sang karaoke?

Yep ! But years ago

- been ice skating?

Yep I love it

- been on a cruise?

- driven a motorcycle?

It was probably a little closer to a moped but yes

- ridden a horse?

Yep twice

- stayed in a hospital?

Yes but I think only overnight once

- favorite fruit + color?

Cherries + yellow

- last text?

"I am healed 🥺" only context is yeosang

- coffee or tea?

Iced tea only

- favorite pie?

Apple ? I rarely have pie

- favorite pizza?

Throw any veggies on there bar olives and tomatoes

- cats or dogs?

Cats

- favorite time of year?

Early summer

- met a star?

I don't think who I've met would qualify, Irish stars are funky. Jedward came to my school tho , Ik y'all should be jealous

- flown in a helicopter?

Nope I wish

- been on tv?

Not that I know of

- broken a leg?

Never broken a bone !

- seen a ghost?

Nah

- been sick in a taxi?

Nope

- last song listened to?

Hot air balloon - cravity

- favorite musicians?

Skz, Ateez, tbz, day6, exo, bts .. literally every bg under the sun. Lana Del Rey, nothing but thieves, Coldplay, Lorde, panic! Etc

- last shows watched?

Love revolution for my boy younghoonie. But full shows He is psychometric

- favorite fictional characters?

Kit herondale from the shadow hunter chronicles, noah sweetwine from ill give you the sun, Dante from Aristotle and Dante, Niel Perry from dead poets society

Done :]]]

Tagging: @lucyepiccrash @loonizpink @pendulumandthepoet @timothytheowl @honeysticksandflowers if you want to <33

#taggy tags #kit shit

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msbigredmachine · 6 years ago

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The Roman and Jaida Series, Part 2 - We Are Closer

As Roman and Jaida deal with the aftermath of their passionate encounter the night of Blizzard Raw, a new challenge arrives in the shape of a face from one person's past. The sequel to "We Are Fire".

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"So..." Summer Rae started as she picked on her chicken salad in the hotel restaurant, "You hear Roman tapped Dana Brooke last night?"

Alicia raised an eyebrow. "The Kaitlyn clone from NXT? Really?" When Summer nodded, Alicia chewed her breakfast and then sighed. "Well, you can add another name to the list," she smiled, raising a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice to her lips.

"Not surprised," Summer said with a shrug. "You shoulda seen her last night. You left the bar early. She was all over him."

"And now she's been under him too," Alicia concluded. "I hope she's not expecting more 'cause that's how far she's gonna get with him."

Sitting between the two women, Jaida took her time sipping her orange juice, refusing to partake in the discussion. Inwardly she wished they didn't talk so much about the man in question. It was common knowledge that both ladies had given in to the charms of the Samoan powerhouse, but neither knew that the seamstress, only a week ago, had also done the same. And if she had her way, they would never know about it. She had no interest in being dragged into lewd conversations and comparing sexual notes about him all the time. "So…what are y'all doing for Valentine's Day next week?" she asked, hoping to change the subject.

"Nothing," Alicia said grumpily, still smarting from her recent break-up with Wade Barrett. Jaida winced at her own insensitivity.

"We could room together," suggested Summer, "Watch shitty chick flicks and eat Ben and Jerry's Cookie Dough ice cream."

Alicia laughed. "Sounds utterly pathetic, but I'm down for that." She then looked over at Jaida texting on her phone. "What about you Jay? What are you up to next week?"

Summer said, "Probably hooking up with that hunky guy she's been talking to all week. Your ex, right Jaida?"

And then there was that.

Alicia sat up straighter, looking back forth between the two women eagerly for the fresh gossip. "Ex? What ex?"

Summer faced Alicia to fill her in. "His name's Lincoln, and he's coming over today to pick her up and take her out on a date. That's why she's not eating anything."

Jaida shook her head, glancing out the massive glass window of the restaurant. "You need to quit bein' so damn nosy." She looked back inside to see Roman walking in, accompanied by former Funkadactyl Cameron, and her train of thought was temporarily derailed. "And it's not a date. We haven't seen each other in a long time. He's in town so we decided we're gonna catch up, that's all."

"Can I see a picture?" Alicia asked, and Jaida passed her phone to her. "Holy shit, he's hot! Why do you keep all this juicy shit from us, Jay? I thought we were friends," she whined. "What else are you hiding, huh?"

Oh, you don't wanna know. Taking another glance at her phone, Jaida rose to her feet and picked up her bag. "I gotta go, guys. I'll be back in an hour, two tops. Y'all don't need me, right?"

"He's here already? Aren't you gonna introduce us?" asked Alicia.

Jaida scrunched up her nose. "Hell no. I'm not bringing him near any of you," she said, pointing an orange fingernail at both of them.

Alicia shook her head. "Fine, be selfish. Get one in for us though."

"Ain't nothin' to get in. We're friends."

"For now you are," said Summer, hugging her goodbye. "Don't be too long, we've got Main Event and SmackDown tonight."

Jaida made her way out of the restaurant, walking past Roman and Cameron's table like they weren't there. Ever since their little tryst, the seamstress was doing everything in her power to keep away from Roman. It was easy to pass it off as her continued hatred for him since most of the roster already knew the two were constantly at loggerheads. But if the sexual tension was meant to dissipate after their night together, it hadn't gotten the memo yet because if anything it seemed to get even worse for Jaida. She had her game face down pat in public, but behind closed doors was a different scenario. She couldn't get him or the amazing sex they had out of her mind or her dreams; sometimes she would wake up in the middle of the night sweating and, to her horror, her hand between her legs. The man himself wasn't making things any easier. The backbiting hadn't stopped, but his remarks were more innuendo-laden and the look in his grey eyes was more loaded than usual. She hadn't forgotten about him wanting her to stay the night. To her knowledge, none of the girls he fucked slept over. Jaida could only chalk it down to his vulnerable state of mind at the time. If she hadn't been the one to show up at his door, it would have been someone else and he would have told her the same thing. He'd probably said that to Cameron and now there she was by his side. He'd moved on to the next one so it was time she moved on too.

Outside the restaurant she looked for an approaching vehicle, as was said in the text message, and rolled her eyes with a huge smile when a black stretch limousine pulled up in front of her. Only one person she ever knew was capable of such a thing. The back door opened for her and she shook her head with a grin.

"Some things never change," she muttered. She climbed into the limo, unaware of the narrowed pair of grey eyes that had watched everything from inside the restaurant.

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"You look different," Jaida observed as she ate her chicken salad. The handsome man across the table from her did look different. His head was shaven and he had this five o'clock shadow thing going on that looked really good. He'd put on a bit of lean muscle, filling the black business suit he was wearing very well and further accentuating his good looks.

Lincoln flashed her a familiar thousand-watt smile as he sipped from his water glass. "In a good way, I hope?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "Still stylin' and profilin' I see, with the limo and everything."

"What can I say? Life's been good. And you are still as beautiful as the last time I saw you," said Lincoln.

Jaida smiled at her ex-boyfriend. "You're too kind. It's been a while." She'd missed him and had thought about calling him a number of times. When she saw the email he sent her a couple of days ago, they got to chatting again like they'd never been apart. It turned out he was in town this week, so they agreed to meet today.

"It's been too long, actually. I've missed you constantly badgering me about the horrible sneakers I used to wear to work," Lincoln laughed, though Jaida didn't miss the tinge of longing in his voice as he spoke. He continued before she could make a comment. "And speaking of work, how's it going? WWE, huh? Never imagined you being there."

"I know, right?" Jaida went on to chronicle her interesting several months working for the biggest wrestling promotion in the world, designing and making ring gear for the WWE ladies. It wasn't the glitzy catwalks of Milan and Paris that she always dreamed of, but the squared circle of the WWE was just as huge a global platform to show off her talents. Lincoln listened attentively, as she expected him to. He always was a good listener.

"Wow, that sounds amazing," he said, nodding approvingly. "You're obviously having a blast."

"I am. And what about you, Mr. Chief Marketing Officer? How's it going over at our favorite magazine?

Picking up his cutlery, he focused on a piece of his steak. "No idea. I left."

Jaida's eyes grew wide. "What? When?"

"About three months after you did. I felt terrible about the way the company treated you before you left. It takes two to tango, and it wasn't like any of those hypocrites weren't doing the exact same thing we were doing."

Jaida remembered it like it was yesterday. Only eighteen months ago they were colleagues. She was his secretary at her last job at a world-renowned fashion magazine, and it was the reason her poker face was as foolproof as it was today. About six months into her job they became romantically involved and it went on in secret for over a year, until a jealous ex-girlfriend of Lincoln's exposed their relationship. The fallout was so humiliating that it prompted Jaida to sever all ties with Lincoln, uproot herself from L.A. and migrate to the East Coast. She needed space and time to regroup and rebound, and it eventually came in the form of the job offer from the WWE.

"So, I handed in my resignation letter and was gone by the summer," Lincoln went on. "I couldn't take it anymore. Plus I got tired of being the son of the owner of the company. It was a crutch I didn't need and it ended up wrecking my chances with the woman I loved," he said, staring intently at Jaida as her eyes softened. "So yeah, I seized that opportunity to move on and do something else with my life. So I got my own business now. It's not a Fortune 500 company, but it's doing great."

"You're your own man now. The ladies must be falling over their feet to get to you, more so now than ever," said Jaida.

Smiling, Lincoln shrugged. "Maybe. But I'm not interested in any of ‘em."

"Hmm."

Their eyes locked together in an intimate stare. Leaning forwards, Lincoln rested his elbows on the table. "So…who's the lucky guy I have to contend with now? Or maybe not, seeing how gargantuan they all are," he added, chuckling at his little joke.

A certain Samoan flitted through her mind that very moment, and she immediately chastised herself, horrified. "There's no one. Free as a bird," she answered.

"I guess that's good for me, right?" He looked right into her eyes, and Jaida knew that look anywhere. Swallowing, she shook her head. "Linc-"

Reaching across the table, he took her hand in his own. "I've missed you, Jay-Jay. I think about you every day, and I wish things didn't end the way they did," he said. "I want to start over with you as friends. I know it's too soon for anything more, but I'd really like to have you back in my life." He kissed the back of her hand. "So what do you say? Is that okay?"

Jaida still cared about Lincoln. In their time together they had developed a strong connection, physically and emotionally. Having not heard from him since leaving her old job and being so busy with the WWE slowly diminished that connection. A lot had changed between them, but starting again as friends didn't sound like a bad idea. Maybe eventually, they could grow to become something more again.

"Okay."

More importantly, maybe it could help her forget about him.

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Looking around the vast Catering area, Roman's gaze fell upon the entryway, where a young dark-skinned woman strolled in arm-in-arm with Natalya. "Who's the girl? Been seein' her around lately," he asked Seth next to him.

Seth looked up, and then looked back down at his phone. "Jaida. Sandra's new assistant," he answered, "Heard she came in from one of those chick magazines. The girls have been raving about her sewing skills or something."

So she was a seamstress. It didn't really surprise the Pensacola native. One could tell she was fashion-forward with the way she dressed, though there was an effortlessness about her style that he liked. She wore a baggy monochrome chiffon blouse with a short black pencil skirt and ankle strap heels, a maroon bowler hat perched on her head. He could tell that she had a cute little body; perfect for twisting into various raunchy positions...

"She's a cool chick," Dean spoke up, biting into a chicken leg. "Seems a little high-maintenance though. Like, buy her fake designer shit and she'll call you out."

"Sounds like every other broad in this joint. She'll fit right in," Seth laughed, saw the look on Roman's face, and groaned. "Oh God…dude."

Roman was still looking at the woman, but an eyebrow was raised for his Shield brother's benefit. "What?"

"I see that fuckin' look in your eye, man. You're makin' a play for her already."

"And?"

"Do you always have to nail every woman that passes through this company?"

"Hey, they come to me. Who am I to deny them?"

"One of these days one of 'em will kick you in the balls, or break your finger when you grope them. I guarantee it."

The trio finished up their breakfast and then went their separate ways. With nothing to do for another hour, Roman decided to search for the newbie, wanting an up-close look for himself. Who knew? Perhaps it could be the start of a beautiful…friendship…between them.

He found her backstage outside the women's locker room reading a magazine. A cocky smile tugged his lips. "Hi."

She looked up, and Roman was instantly drawn to her eyes; wide and almond-shaped with a mix of green and grey that he had never seen before. Her pretty face was contorted into a frown.

He extended his hand. "I don't think we've met. I'm Roman."

She glanced down at the outstretched hand. A second or two passed before she put her hand in his for a quick handshake. "Jaida," she said coolly before returning to her reading.

Roman quietly blew out a breath. They always tried to put up a front, only for their resolve to crumble soon afterwards. She would be no different. "Jaida. Beautiful name." He leaned against the table next to her. "So how you doin'?"

"Good," she replied uninterestedly.

"May I ask why a pretty lady like yourself is sitting all alone?"

Jaida shrugged. "I don't know," she said, refusing to look at him. "Definitely not to listen to the cheesy one-liners you're about to throw my way."

"Cheesy one-liners? Come on."

"Yeah. The other day I saw you chatting up one of the girls while she dreamily twirled her hair in her finger," said Jaida. "If you expect the same from me, sorry to disappoint. I'm not very good at playing the dumb floozy."

Roman had an amused look on his face. "I think we're starting off on the wrong foot."

"No, I'm perfectly fine where we've started. Shouldn't you be off somewhere keeping your little girlfriends in check or something?"

"I don't have a girlfriend, sweet pea. I'm free as a bird."

"It's Jaida, not sweet pea," she snapped.

"I kinda like sweet pea. Suits you. So if that's what I want to call you, that's what I'ma call you."

"Because you always get what you want, don't you?" Finally, she turned to face him, a look of annoyance on her face.

Roman stared at this mouthy little woman, growing annoyed himself. No woman had ever talked to him this way before. Ever. "Hey, I'm trying to be nice here. There's a lot of ladies, and I mean a lot," he bit back, "that are dying to be in your place right now, getting all this attention I'm giving you."

"Then go find them and leave me alone."

"Why all this hostility, sweet pea?" Roman said, unwilling to give up just yet. "I mean, we're going to be working together; we might as well take this time to get to know each other, ya know?"

Jaida rolled her eyes. "I think I know you just fine, Reigns. But thanks for the offer."

"So you do know my name."

"I don't have a choice. You and your buddies seem to be the shit around here. Though I don't see why," she said, giving him a disapproving look up and down.

"You got quite the mouth on you, sweet pea," Roman said, moving closer. Raising his hand to touch her cheek, his voice dropped an octave. "How 'bout you show me what else that pretty little mouth can do later tonight?"

Her eyes widened in disbelief. Then, she did something he never in a million years expected her to do. She twisted her face and sank her teeth into his index finger. Hard, causing him to yelp in pain.

"Oww! What the fuck!" he cried, shocked. Did this bitch just bite him?

"My name is Jaida. I don't want your so-called attention, so unless you got problems with your ring gear I suggest you stay the hell away from me," she warned. With that she stormed away, her high heels clicking angrily on the concrete.

Rubbing his finger gingerly, Roman narrowed his eyes at her retreating form. "Crazy bitch," he murmured angrily. She had another thing coming if she thought he was going to leave her alone. She hadn't seen the last of him, not by a long shot.

As pissed off as she had made him, he was also very much aware of how much this little altercation had aroused him.

Roman was used to having Jaida Leonard on the brain most of the time; thinking up new ways in which to get on her nerves and generally make her life miserable. Fucking her was also somewhere on his to-do list, and he figured that once he did that, she would lose her appeal. But he had fucked her, more than a week ago, and since then all he could fucking think about was her.

Her poker face impressed the hell out of him though. She was damn smooth about it too. Other girls would have acted out, hunting him down demanding answers or openly casting pathetic, lovesick glances from a distance. Nothing from her. Even when he stoked the fire by dropping obvious hints or parading another girl on his arm, she completely ignored him, and it was starting to aggravate him. He preferred it when they were constantly fighting. He knew something was very wrong with him when he saw her drive away in that limo with that guy in the back seat earlier this morning and his chest felt clogged. A tingling sensation settled in his stomach every time he thought about her or looked at her, as opposed to his groin. That wasn't a good thing. Tingling sensations belonged in his dick, not in his stomach or his chest or anywhere else.

This was all her fault. Why did she have to be so goddamn irresistible?

Turning a corner, he came to an abrupt stop and rolled his eyes. Speak of the damn she-devil.

At the end of the hallway, Jaida stood by her sewing station, engaged in friendly conversation with Lana. Keeping himself hidden from their view, he took the chance to observe the seamstress. Dressed in a sleeveless yellow crop top, a high-waist A-line skirt and black wedges, her curled hair framing her face and shoulders, she looked like a doll. Lana then waved and continued down the other end of the hallway while Jaida disappeared round a corner. Looking around to ensure he wasn't being watched, Roman followed her.

This was crazy. He'd banged her. He'd gotten what he wanted; he had no clue why he still craved her attention but here he was, scurrying after her like a big-ass rat.

He found the seamstress searching for something in a closet, that backside he fantasized about in his downtime poking out, causing his tongue to dart out over his lips. Quietly, he came up behind her and placed both hands on her hips.

She jumped with a shriek, spinning around. "Jesus, Reigns! You fuckin' scared me!"

"Sorry." The stupid little grin on his face indicated that he was anything but.

Rolling her eyes, Jaida subtly stepped back from him. "Did you want something?"

"You know the answer to that, sweet pea," he replied. "I was wondering earlier; do you get fancy limos to come pick you up in every town we're in? You gotta hook me up with that shit."

Laughing, she placed a bunch of folded clothes on top of the equipment crate. "And here I thought you couldn't detach your face from some trick's pussy long enough to see what's goin' on around you," she said.

"Funny. So who was he?"

Jaida met his eyes with a smirk. "Why do you care? Is someone jealous?" She threw the word out there to see what his reaction would be.

Roman snorted derisively. "You wish."

Pursing her lips thoughtfully, Jaida leaned against the equipment crate and crossed her arms. "He and I used to work together."

"And let me guess, y'all hooked up." Her prolonged silence and averted gaze told him much more than he expected. "Oh, you dated. Interesting," he sang. "You gotta thing for your co-workers huh?"

Jaida scoffed. "I do not have a thing for my co-workers. And just 'cause you and I fucked one time doesn't automatically mean I have a thing for you," she said, unable to keep the agitation out of her voice. "And who are you to talk about co-workers when you're the one fucking half the girls on the damn roster? I see Cameron's the latest victim. Go find your new girlfriend why don't you?"

"She's not my girlfriend. And if I wanted to see her I'd be where she is right now." Taking her by the hand, he maneuvered her out of public view and into a darkened area where more equipment crates were stationed. He then backed her up against the one furthest in. Jaida's eyes were wide the entire time. "Reigns, what are you doing?" she demanded, watching him place his hands back on her hips.

"What's it look like I'm doing?"

"You can't! And someone could see us!" she hissed, glancing over her shoulder cautiously.

"No one will see us, look where we are. And even if so, what's wrong with that?"

The seamstress glared at him. "The whole world don't need to know you've sank your claws into me."

"Ain't the only thing I've sank into you, is it sweet pea?" he whispered with a devious smirk. He loomed over her, his big body surrounding her and invading her space. Being so close to him was both making her uncomfortable and turning her on, and she wasn't sure which emotion too choose. She wanted to push him away, and at the same time she wanted him so badly she could taste it. Avoiding his eyes, she said, "You've already fucked me, Reigns. What more could you possibly want from me?"

Roman caught her chin, gently tilting it up so that their eyes met again. "I told you I'd have you again, and I always make good on my promises. You gonna pretend you don't want that too? Huh? You wanna act like you don't think about the night we shared? Because I know you do."

Without warning, he lifted her up and sat her on top of the equipment crate, wedging his body between her legs. He pressed himself against her, and his nose dipped into her hair, inhaling its appealing scent. Reflexively Jaida put her hands on his chest, but not to push him away. She felt the firmness of muscle, the heat exuding from his olive skin. "Reigns…" she drawled.

"I remember everything clearly, baby girl," Roman said in her ear. "Your hot breath on my neck, your tongue in my mouth; the way you moaned my name over and over as your tight-as-fuck pussy clenched my dick…I get fuckin' hard every time I think about it." He ran a hand up her bare thigh, a small smile forming when she shivered in response. "Wonder if that man of yours makes you feel like this," he mused, his gruff voice even huskier, his teeth nibbling her earlobe. "If his touch makes you shiver the way mine does."

Jaida had forgotten how to breathe. Visions of their night of passion sparked wildly in her mind, which was now hazy from the kisses Roman was trailing up the left side of her neck. His hand boldly made its way into her crop top, leaving goose bumps on her skin in its wake. As he placed his palm over her right breast and squeezed, a moan she couldn't control escaped her lips. She wrapped her legs around his waist and used her leg strength to draw him closer, weaving her fingers through his hair. He continued to suckle her neck, the spiky hairs of his goatee tickling her skin. His hand slipped inside her skirt to cup her mound, rubbing her through her dampened panties. "Wow, sweet pea. All this wet pussy for me?" he asked.

Before she could conjure up any coherent words to respond, he slipped two fingers inside her and stroked her wet core. She rewarded him with a long moan and eyes that fluttered shut. He plunged his fingers deeper, brushing the pad of his thumb over her clit, and she squirmed in a very satisfying way. He kept at it, relishing the sounds of her heavy breathing, then pulled his fingers out, pleased at the way she whimpered in protest. With a smirk, he pushed back in, curling his fingers inside her.

"Fuck, Roman…" It was pleasure overload for Jaida. Her forehead rested on his shoulder, clutching his massive biceps to support her weakening frame. Her entire body was on fire and tingling from head to toe. His mouth found hers the instant she lifted her head. They kissed fervently, the sound of their lips meeting and parting filling the heated silence. He drew her tongue into his mouth, sucking hard on it. His fingers plunged deeper, thrusting faster until she was moaning and rocking her hips against his hand. His arousal pressed insistently against her inner thigh. She was helpless, only cognizant of her raging need for him. She let herself luxuriate in his touch, enjoying the boldness of it, the intimacy, the sensuality of him confidently exploring her body.

The shrill, off-putting sound of her cell phone ringing permeated through the thick haze of passion. They were both more than willing to ignore it, but a few more insistent rings forced Jaida to break the kiss. On the equipment crate, Lincoln's name lit up her phone screen. Shifting so that Roman’s fingers slipped out of her, she pushed off the crate, landing on her feet, and picked up the device. "Gotta take this," she muttered dazedly, a hint of an apology in her green eyes.

Roman cleared his throat. "Whatever." He took a step back from her, hating how disappointed he felt at that very moment. But as he turned to leave, he felt her grab his arm. With her phone at her ear, she pulled his hand up to her mouth and sucked the fingers that had been inside her. He swore under his breath as he watched her taste herself, her tongue rolling around his fingers, and the erotic contact lit a fire within the Pensacola native like never before.

Jaida forced herself to let go of him, and with a wink, she walked away, more turned on than she already was. As she refocused on talking to Lincoln, one thought ran through her mind.

Boy, am I in big trouble.

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Valentine's Day

"Jaida! Presents for you!"

At the sound of Sasha Banks’ chirpy voice, Jaida turned around, her perfectly manicured eyebrows coming together in confusion, and it took her a few seconds to register the items in Sasha's toned arms; a sizable bouquet of red roses wrapped in green paper, and a large box of chocolates. "For me?" she said. She wasn't expecting any gifts.

"Yeah, and guess who sent them. Starts with an L, ends with an N," the Boss said, wiggling her eyebrows at the seamstress.

Unable to suppress a smile, Jaida reached for the bouquet, scooping it out of Sasha's hands and bringing it close to her face to inhale their scent. "Oh wow. They're beautiful," she said.

"I know right?" Sasha agreed, reading the card that came with it. "My darling Jaida, so happy to have you back in my life. Thinking of you now and always. Love, Linc." She sighed dramatically. "Honey, you are so lucky I'm with my man. I'da found a way to steal that hunk from right under your nose."

"I don't doubt that for a second," Jaida chuckled, touching one of the roses, feeling its velvety softness beneath her fingertips. At the thought of Lincoln, she felt a pleasurable tingle within her. Things were going well between them. They weren't officially dating, but it was heading in that direction. Recently they kissed for the first time in over a year, and while it was as nice as she last remembered, it didn't quite compare to that of a certain long-haired, tattooed individual.

Yeah. Him. She still couldn't get him out of her head, and it was starting to get on her nerves.

The hairs on her arm suddenly stood on end, and she felt the sensation of being watched. Glancing up, she found Roman's gaze on her. Of course. He was a number of feet away but she could still see his face clearly. His expression was unreadable, making her wonder what was going through his head at that moment. They were back to ignoring each other, right after their make-out session the night of the tapings. She thought she had him figured out but she found him more befuddling than ever.

Jaida remembered the first time she laid eyes on him, all those months ago. She'd gotten lost in the Joe Louis Arena in Detroit and stumbled upon him in a deserted hallway, making out with some girl, who she now knew was Eva Marie. The two were clearly on the way towards more explicit activity so she'd quietly gone the other way unseen. In retrospect, she wasn't very pleased that she was now lumped together with the redhead as one of his probably many backstage frolics. Only hours later he was flirting with Summer, the woman twirling her finger in her hair as she stared adoringly at him. Jaida knew what he was all about from then on. He was a guy that evidently got what, or who he wanted whenever he wanted, and she wanted no part of it. She'd lashed out at him when he hit on her, but deep down she knew that sooner or later they would cross paths in more ways than one, and she was right. She finally understood the hype though, and she was coming to terms with the fact that she may like him a little more than the boundaries of mere physical attraction permitted. But she knew better than to let her feelings cloud her judgment and dive into something she could not get out of. She knew what she was like. If she slept with him again she would fall, just like she'd fallen for Lincoln. And unlike Lincoln, there was no certainty that the feeling would be mutual with Roman. After all, what made her so special that she was the one, of all the women he'd been with, he would change his habits for?

This was not a fairytale. Life did not work that way and she didn't feel like waiting around crossing her fingers and hoping that it did. So yeah, distancing themselves from each other was for the best. Now she had to figure out how to distance herself from him mentally.

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After a long evening, Jaida was relaxing on her bed in the hotel room she shared with Summer, biting into a piece of Lincoln's truffles and listening to her R&B playlist on Pandora when there was a knock on the door. A hotel employee stood outside, holding a long rectangular box sealed with a thin red bow. "I have a delivery for Miss Leonard?"

Jaida was pleasantly surprised as she took it from him. "Thanks."

"No problem, ma'am. Happy Valentine's."

She said the same to him and shut the door. She scanned the box for a moment, a smile on her face as she pulled off the ribbon and opened the box. Nestled inside was a long, single-stem red rose. She took it out and inhaled it. Aw, he was so sweet. Taking her phone, she dialed up his number, grinning giddily.

"Hey. Was just thinking about you," Lincoln greeted.

"As I you," Jaida said, making her voice as seductive as possible. "Someone's been generous today."

"Oh, really?"

"Uh huh. Flowers and candy in the morning, a single rose this evening…you're spoiling me, Linc."

Lincoln chuckled. "Trust me darling, I'd like nothing more than to take credit for something that's made you so happy," he said, "but not this time. The rose didn't come from me."

It was like a record had scratched in her head, bringing everything to a screeching halt. "Wait, you didn't send this?"

"No babe. Looks like you got a secret admirer. I'm not surprised, beautiful girl like you…"

Lincoln was still talking, but Jaida could no longer hear him. Her heart was pounding wildly, slamming against her ribs. Lincoln hadn't sent her the rose. And if it wasn't Lincoln…

And then she saw it. A small white card inside the box. Jaida picked it up and flipped it open, her eyes growing wide when she read the words written inside.

Happy Valentine's Day, Sweet Pea.

An unpleasant foreign sensation began to envelope her, making her lightheaded, but Jaida fought it off so she could refocus on Lincoln, hoping, praying, that her voice didn't betray her true sentiments. "Oh, uh, guess what? I just found the little note that came with the box. Turns out the rose is for Summer. I found it on my bed so I assumed...My bad." She forced a giggle, trying to sound embarrassed. "I better put this back then."

"You sound disappointed," said Lincoln. "If you want I could send you another bouquet."

Jaida forced a smile into her voice. "Oh no, that's okay. You've done more than enough for me." She feigned a loud yawn, desperate to get out of this awkward situation. "I should go to bed. I have an important meeting tomorrow."

"I'll let you go. I got some work to finish up myself." He paused. "I miss you."

She could tell there was something else he wanted to say. "Miss you too. Goodnight."

As soon as she hung up, she lunged for the hotel room phone on her nightstand and with trembling hands dialed a room number. A familiar deep timbre resounded from the other end of the line.

"Hello?"

"What the hell do you think you're doing sending me flowers, Reigns?" Jaida hissed into the phone. "Are you fuckin’ kidding me?"

Roman's voice danced with amusement. "Is that your version of a thank you, sweet pea?"

"No jackass! What are you playing at? If this is your idea of a joke it's not funny."

"You are one ungrateful broad, you know that?"

Jaida frowned. "And you are an ass. Anyone ever tell you that?"

"Every day, baby. Now where's my thank you? I'm waiting."

Rolling her eyes with a heavy sigh, she relented, forcing herself to calm down. "Thank you for the rose. It's beautiful," she said. "Happy?"

"Very."

Silence fell between the two of them for a long moment. "What'cha doin' right now?" Roman finally said, his voice softer.

A warm smile crossed her features. "Nothing. I'm in my room. Summer went off with Fandango I think, so I'm all alone tonight."

"Yeah, I saw them. You sound like you're having fun."

"Come over," she blurted out.

Again, it went quiet, and Jaida immediately regretted opening her mouth.

"Boyfriend ain't around to tuck you in?" Roman taunted, and the teasing rumble of his baritone voice sent embarrassment through her. "You know what, forget I said anything," she mumbled.

"Make up your mind, woman," Roman chuckled. "You want me to come over or not?"

Jaida chewed her bottom lip. This was wrong. So wrong. And yet it was all she wanted. "Yeah."

"Fine. I'll be there in ten minutes. Wear something pretty so I can take it off of you." And he hung up without another word. Jaida stared at the phone before slowly replacing it on the receiver. Oh boy. There was no turning back now. She might as well get dressed. Or rather, undressed.

When the door opened, Roman walked in, holding up a bottle of Rosé and two glass flutes. "I brought champagne. Hotel provided a complimentary bottle to all the Superstars." He smiled as he looked Jaida over. She was dressed in a thigh-length satin red robe, concealing her curvy frame, and her wavy hair cascaded down over her shoulders. She had on a pair of sinful-looking heels that pumped lust and desire through the Samoan's blood. He noticed her hardened nipples through the thin material of the robe, and he suspected it was all she was wearing. "You look smokin', doll."

So did he, even in a simple black tank top and grey sweatpants. The visible dick print, along with his smoldering gaze, brought a blush to her cheeks. Fuck, he was sexy. "Thanks. So do you," she said. "So who else did you send roses to today? Must've spent a lot of money trying to cater to all of your women."

"I sent roses to two people today, one of them being my mother. You can figure out for yourself who the other person is." Setting the champagne and the glasses on a nearby table, Roman turned and saw Jaida standing right in front of him, her hands slowly tugging at the belt around her waist.

“I’m flattered,” she said, her voice low as she pulled her robe open, “But we ain’t here to talk.”

She eased the robe off her shoulders, and as it slid to the floor, Roman felt his mouth go dry. She was completely naked, wearing nothing but those devilish heels and an even more devilish smile. He thought a lot of women were hot, but Jaida was a thing of beauty all to herself. “Jaida,” he whispered, casting his gaze hungrily over her body.

Jaida shivered when he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her flush against him. With his deep, husky tone and that 'I'ma sex you so good' expression on his gorgeous face, the only thing she wanted to feel right now was that big dick of his inside her. As Roman's lips met hers in a string of small, fleeting kisses, desire and something else she couldn't place shot through her veins. Throwing caution to the wind, she pushed her mouth against his, exploring him with her tongue. She reached down to stroke his dick through his sweatpants, smiling when he groaned in response. His hands snaked around her butt and thighs to lift her up into his arms. She thought it was so hot how easily he did that. Wrapping her arms and legs around him, Jaida returned every one of his heady kisses. She held onto him as he blindly staggered over to her bed without breaking their kiss. He sat on the bed and raised his arms to allow her pull off his tank top. Her fingers then raked through his ponytail, setting his hair loose while he fondled her breasts. His touch sent heat instantly flooding through her body. She began to grind her ass into his crotch slowly, feeling him harden against her. With another lustful growl Roman took her hair in one large fist and tugged back, exposing the tender skin of her throat. She inhaled sharply as he attacked the sensitive spot, his mouth hot and delicious on her flesh. His fingers traced the blue rose tattoo on her breast. "Your tattoo's so hot," he observed.

Before she could respond, he scooped her breast into his mouth and sucked, squeezing the other with his free hand. Jaida swore softly and tipped her head back, welcoming the sensations he invoked within her. As he pulled back, she caught sight of the open box of chocolates on the nightstand. She glanced at Roman and then back at the box, smiling as a delicious idea popped up in her head. "Lay back," she instructed.

Casting her a questioning look, Roman did as she asked, and Jaida relieved him of the rest of his clothes and mounted him. Picking out a few pieces of chocolate, she squished them together between her hands and then offered her index finger to him. Roman took the digit in his mouth and sucked slowly, never taking his eyes off her face, and his darkened gaze sent shivers down her spine. Her palms smoothed over his upper body, spreading chocolate over him like paint on a canvas, and she swirled her tongue over his heart, while Roman looked on hungrily. "Nice. I like where your head's at, baby girl," he grunted, rubbing her back lazily.

"I knew you would." She licked along his body, placing wet kisses on his stomach, accompanied by slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue. She heard his hiss of pleasure when she dipped it into his navel. "Mm babe, you taste so good," she said, tracing his abs with the chocolate and licking it off.

Roman was fixated on her every move, his lips parted and his breathing labored as she made her way further down, her seductive tongue causing goosebumps to break out all over his skin. Jaida paused at the scar from his surgery a few years ago. Looking at him, she placed a gentle kiss on the scar, and the unexpected gesture sparked a ripple of affection through him. She moved down to his dick, which stood proudly at attention. Her tongue swished briefly over her lips as she stared at it, then squeezing some more chocolate onto her hand, she closed her fist around him, slowly stroking up and down, smearing chocolate from the base up to the plum-shaped tip. Roman moaned his approval at her touch. He watched his dick disappear into her mouth, her sigh vibrating against his most sensitive skin. He caressed her hair, pushing it back from her face. "How does my dick taste, sweet pea?" he asked.

"It tastes great baby," she answered before engulfing him again, his girth stretching her mouth.

"Mmm. That's right beautiful, suck my dick." His voice was a gasping whisper as she ate the chocolate off his penis, sparing no inch of him. The flat of her hot tongue gave long strokes along his shaft and balls, her lips sliding and pulling along his coated erection. "Fuck, so good," he groaned, his grip on her hair tightening.

Jaida continued her ministrations for several seconds, sucking, tonguing and stroking him. Then, without warning, she took him all the way in the back of her throat. The sensation that surged through him caused his hips to buck off the bed instinctively. "Jesus, Jay…wow." His head fell back, mouth open and panting with pleasure. Damn, she was good. The way the tip of his length kept hitting the back of her throat, the way her hands massaged his balls nearly tipped him over the edge. She started to suck him harder and faster, and he knew if she carried on he was going to explode. He grabbed her shoulders roughly, and with one twist of his body, she was the one on her back while he loomed over her.

"My turn," he announced, smirking at the challenging expression on her green eyes as she was aware of how worked up she had made him. He would wipe away that smug look soon enough. Taking a piece of chocolate of his own, he surveyed her thoughtfully. "Now, where do I start?" he mused.

She gathered her hair up and pointed at her neck. "Here."

Smiling, Roman rubbed the chocolate over the spot and sucked on the sensitive skin. He expected her satisfied sigh and got it. He cupped her bare breasts and lathered both with chocolate, paying particular attention to her tattoo. Jaida bit back a moan as he leaned down to slowly lick the treat off her twin mounds. He liked her tits; they were soft and supple and fit into his hands very nicely. He took his time, smiling at the way her breath hitched each time his teeth pulled her hardened nipples. He licked down her stomach, her thighs, her legs, slurping and sucking the chocolate off her skin. He returned to the juncture between her legs and smirked at how wet she already was. He slipped a clean finger inside her before withdrawing it and putting it in his mouth. "Best taste of the bunch," he remarked, then he dipped his face between her thighs, his tongue swiping greedily at her pussy.

With her chocolate-covered hands caressing her breasts, her heavy breathing intensified as his mouth pressed further into her. She reflexively lifted her hips to grind against his face, but he abruptly shoved her hips back down to the bed. Holding her legs wide apart, he thrust his tongue deep inside her. A loud, guttural groan escaped Jaida as hot pleasure surged through her system. The feeling of his tongue relentlessly stroking her was driving her insane.

Having his fill of her feminine essence for now, Roman crawled over her body and met her face to face once more. Jaida promptly pulled him down and crashed her lips to his. There was something extremely erotic about the way their nude bodies were streaked with confectionery and writhing against each other. Their tongues tangled together hungrily, and Jaida couldn't get enough of the chocolate flavor mixed with his natural taste. She wanted…no, needed, more of it, more of him.

Roman himself had reached his breaking point. Reaching for the condom he'd brought along, he sheathed himself in record time. Laying Jaida on her side, he sidled up behind her in a spooning position, then slid his knee between her legs. They both moaned as he pushed his dick through her entrance, sliding slowly inside her. She was so hot, so wet and ready for him.

"Take me," she gasped, rolling her ass back against him. The wait was becoming unbearable. "I need you, Roman. Fuck me."

He didn't need telling twice. He snapped his hips once, driving his dick hard into her, and reveled in her scream, which quickly became a groan of pleasure as he started moving in and out of her. He twisted her face towards his and muffled her moans with hot, wet kisses, as she reached up to tangle her fingers in his long locks. Her breasts were at his hand's mercy, molding and massaging, plucking the hardened nubs of her nipples. His thrusts were deep and commanding; her moans were throaty and orgasm-inducing. Then, as she was nearing her release, he slowed down, going in and out of her in a tortuously measured tempo, savoring her heat and moist warmth. Jaida moaned loudly, overwhelmed by the dizzying sensations. "Fuck, Roman…yes, just like that, oh fuck…"

Roman watched the pleasure contort her beautiful features, memorized the euphoric look in her breathtaking green eyes, the way her hair clung to her face, the way she groaned his name. The Samoan found himself proud to be the one to bring her to this state of bliss. "Such a tight little pussy, sweet pea. So wet for me," he breathed heavily in her ear, accentuating the statement with another single hard, deep thrust that caused her to cry out. Rolling her onto her belly, he adjusted himself on top of her and increased his pace as he fucked her from behind, pistoning deep into her inviting heat.

"Oh god!" Jaida moaned noisily into the sheets, her toes curling as she crept closer and closer to her climax. Roman was hitting every spot she owned with amazing precision. She was vaguely cognizant of his warm mouth suckling her neck, his pelvis smacking against her ass as he long-stroked her pussy. His fingers snuck back between her legs, probing her clitoris, and gripping the sheets tightly, Jaida screamed as she came hard, trembling uncontrollably in Roman’s arms. Groaning, he pressed her down into the mattress and hammered into her, desperate for his own release.

“Fuck, Jaida, I’m comin’...fuck!...” He moaned out loud as the orgasm seized every muscle in his body, leaving him temporarily without the ability of speech or thought. Relaxing against her, he gave her breast a feeble squeeze then let go, flopping onto his back to catch his breath.

On the nightstand, Jaida's message alert beeped. Finding the strength to move, the seamstress picked the phone up, finding a text from Lincoln, bidding her goodnight and that he would dream of her.

From where he lay, Roman could see every word in the message, the little smile on her face. "You like this dude." It was more of a statement than a question, his hand wiping away stray chocolate on the curve of her hip.

Jaida turned towards him, searching his face as she tried to gauge the casual tone of his voice. A few seconds passed, and biting her lip, she nodded.

He brushed his thumb across her cheek. "Fair enough. It got nothin' to do with what we're doing, right?" he asked, a meaningful look in his eyes. He didn't give a shit about Jaida getting together with this Lincoln guy, as long as he got his own special piece of her.

Jaida's eyes narrowed curiously at him. So he wanted this to be a thing now? As much as she should have questioned the wisdom of this decision, she found herself not wanting to, not when this was as incredible as it was. Switching off her phone and putting it away, she took his face in her hands and wrapped his lips with hers, over and over. "No," she murmured against his mouth.

“You sure?”

“Mm-hmm.” She swung a leg over him and straddled his sweet, sweat-ridden body. "Don't worry about it."

Roman stared up at her, a mix of amusement and lust in his grey eyes. "You want more, baby? Can't get enough of this good dick?" he smirked.

"Not quite," Jaida stated, a challenging glint in her eyes. "Now let's see what you're really made of."

Roman's smile mirrored her own as he braced his hands on her hips. "Careful what you wish for, sweet pea," he murmured, right before her mouth covered his once again.

Jaida wasn't sure where she and Lincoln were going, but she knew exactly where she and Roman were at. They would indulge in each other, and when the next day rolled around they could pretend like nothing happened. She'd done it before, with Lincoln and in more treacherous circumstances. This wouldn't be a problem for her. She would find a way to make it work.

And with a dick game as stellar as Roman Reigns', she definitely wanted to make it work.

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whatbutandreil · 6 years ago

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i had an ask sitting in my inbox for a couple of months bc i didn't really know what i wanted to say, but i lost the ask:/

unfortunately, when i tried to save my response to my drafts, tumblr just,, fuckin deleted it, so im sorry to whoever asked it:/ but i have my response now. the ask said "what(or who) got you into tfc?" to the person who asked this question, thank you. this has been a really great reflection. so uh,, here's my answer:

i kinda hate the way i came into tfc bc it was in a way that didn't respect the wishes of my, now friend on twitter, ziegenkind.

basically, i was scrolling on pinterest, as you do, and i fell into a hole of like,, gay fanart? (not a question, just a little self-reflection on how fucking queer i am. how did i not fucking know?)

anyway, so, i was scrolling, as you do, and i found @ziegenkind 's stunning painting of andrew and neil on the bottom bunk of the dorm bed (y'all know the one) and i was like "whooooo,, the fUCk are these two cuties (ʘ‿ʘ)??"

PSA : DONT REPOST PEOPLE'S ART WITHOUT THEIR PERMISSION, ESPECIALLY IF SOMEONE EXPLICITLY SAYS NOT TO. THIS COUNTS AS REPOSTING IF YOU POST SOMEONE ELSE'S ART TO PINTEREST, INSTAGRAM, TUMBLR, TWITTER, FACEBOOK, ANY SOCIAL MEDIA. DO NOT QRT PEOPLE'S ART ON TWITTER IF PEOPLE SAY NO. YOU ARE NO EXCEPTION. AND DONT FUCKING ERASE PEOPLE'S WATERMARKS AND DEFINITELY DONT REPLACE THEM WITH YOUR OWN. DONT FUCKING DO IT. to the lovely ziegenkind, (it's julian from twitter (^o^)丿) it's so fuckin unfortunate that i found your art through reposts and it's fucking horrible that people don't listen, but thank you for being my bridge into this fandom and im very grateful to have found you and been able to talk with such an angel. you quite literally changed my life forever and i can't thank you enough:') im eternally grateful for that. BUT DONT FUCKING REPOST DIPSHITS

anyway, so, naturally, i sat in my bed for 3 hours at 1am on a school night, as you do, scrolling through andreil fan art and trying to figure out who the fUCK they were and what they were from. i found tfc and immediately downloaded it on my phone

i didn't get to reading it for a bit tho:/ abt a week later, i was brought to the emergency room bc i was planning to kill myself. id been diagnosed with depression for around a year, who knows how long i was suffering before that, and i was hitting my lowest. it was abt 2 weeks after new years and on new years eve, i was planning on ending it bc i couldn't fathom dealing with it for another year. another year of feeling nothing or everything all at once. but my mom had called me downstairs to go to a new years party, so i didn't go through with it. abt 2 weeks later, i had seen my therapist again, and i was deflecting hard core, and she saw it, and she sent me to the ER. i was evaluated all night, but i wasn't kept for observation since i told the nurse that the thoughts had passed. i was taken out of school and put in an outpatient program where id have group for 4 hours and school for 2. every morning for abt a month, i would get picked up at my house in a minivan and id have a good 20-25+ min drive to program.

every. single. morning. on the van, i would read tfc. every morning. i was going through, what i thought to be the worst time of my life (i now know that it in fact DID get worse and now we're going on a new level of bad, but then it was the worst id experienced) every morning i was reading about neil and him running from his father, something ive wanted to do for years. reading about andrew struggling with depression and self harm like i am and despising most touches bc of people in his life that ruined it, similar to how someone ruined it for me and doesn't understand that "no" means "no". reading about nicky learning to love and accept himself for being gay, for being who he is like ive been trying to accept myself being a queer ace trans boy. reading about kevin trying to cope with his anxiety, even if it's in an unhealthy way, the same way i do. reading about renee growing up one way and wanting to become a better person, something that i want to do every day. reading abt matt overcoming his addiction and loving his friends with his whole heart. reading about dan standing up for herself and being proud of who she is. reading abt allison cutting away the people in her life who wanted to hold her back. reading about aaron and andrew work through their differences to try and salvage their relationship. reading about neil taking his life back and living it the way he wants, on his terms, like i so badly crave to do. reading about neil and andrew finding a respectful and loving relationship, one where all boundaries are respected, not crossed, where there is comfort in being together and a certain understanding on a level that others could never wrap their mind around. the kind of relationship that i have always, always, yearned for, where i feel safe and loved and respected.

these books taught me not only to die for the ones i love or kill for them, but to live for them, and to me, that is a much more daunting and difficult task.

All For the Game gave me hope, something i never thought id have again. it gave me hope for tomorrow. and the day after that. and a month after that. and it gives me hope that one day, i will get away from my father, i will be comfortable with who i am and love myself for it, i will find ways to cope with my anxiety properly, i will be proud of the person i have become, i will have friends who i love and who love me, i will stand up for myself and be proud to be the person ive become, i will surround myself with good people and cut away those who treat me wrong and hold me back, i will work to repair and maintain good relationships.

it gives me hope that i will finally break away from the pain and start to live my life the way i want, as the person i was meant to be, the way i was meant to live my life.

it gives me hope that i will overcome my depression, that i will find the strength to stop harming myself to cope, that i will find the strength to push through, even after ive been given every reason to just give up.

it gives me hope that one day, i will find a person who will love me for who i am, love me despite my past and the scars i carry, love me in a way that i'll never be able to explain or understand. that i will find someone who respects my boundaries, who asks "yes or no?" before touching me, who respects if i say "no" and still fucking loves me regardless. someone who can feel like they can be completely themself around me, and that i can feel the same around them. someone who will fall in love with me a little more every day. someone who i'll fall in love with a little more every day.

it gives me hope that one day, hopefully someday soon—but i think im willing to wait—i will be happy.

All For the Game quite literally changed to course of my life, and i can say with confidence that without it, i would not be here right now.

people say that books and shows and movies change there life all the time, but i know that i wouldn't be here without it. these books saved my fucking life. i wouldn't have experienced those mornings, walking into program with a goofy smile on my face, practically vibrating with what i now know was joy, blabbing to every person i ran into that morning abt a boy with scars and a sharp tongue on the run and the small, depressed and angry blond who told him to stay. or nights when i sobbed and sobbed for those boys who deserved better. and i wouldn't have gotten black armbands to cover my scars and match with my two biggest inspirations. or when i have a bad impulsive thought, i wouldnt have a voice in the back of my head going "what would andrew say? what would neil say?" and the vivid image of the small blond giving me a stare, face carefully blank, yet eyes swimming with a mix between disapproval and hope, and the boy covered in scars tentatively giving me a hug, a bit awkward at first, but he's a lovely hugger and eventually, awkwardness turns into comfort. without it, i don't think id know what pure, honest love is supposed to look like.

sorry, i suppose this got quite a bit off track from what got me into aftg, but once i started writing, i couldn't stop.

TLDR; i saw fanart on pinterest, DONT REPOST ART WITHOUT PERMISSION, and my life was saved and changed for the better by a book that i stumbled upon, purely by chance.

i don't believe in fate, but i do think that i found these books for a reason, and that my life changed because of it. i suppose you could call it the butterfly effect.

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rosesnink · 6 years ago

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Interview to Hayley Parker and Ernest Sinclaire (Modern!AU) [D&DAW]

Hello my fellow friends!

Today is the last day of D&DAU and it's sad but don't be blue,babies! Because I have one final plate prepared for y'all!

I had the chance to collaborate with the fellow host @mrsbriarmarlcaster aka Ana, who made an interview to my characters from my D&DAU fanfic The Detective and The Buissnessman,Hayley Parker and Ernest Sinclaire! I know the saga is barely begining because of my slow updates,but to make it less stressing for every 7 years I update a chapter,we brought you an interview with these married lovebirds!

Let this interview commence with out interviewer... Ana!

[Ana enters the room greeting with a grin the guests as the couple awaits her and they greet her as they take a seat]

Ana: What are some annoying habits of other couples that irritate you the most?

Ernest: Of other couples? More like what habits. I'd say when they treat their partners poorly,like mere dogs. ‘Control your girlfriend’ or ‘don't wear that skirt /suit’ ‘you're looking like a slut like that’ that's not a way to treat your partner. A relationship should be based in support,trust and respect. Telling them how to behave,dress or talk is not good,you're treating your partner like an animal or a trophy to presume and we're talking about people,humans. If you treat your partner like that,are you really in love with that person? Or you just want to own him or her?

Hayley: *mumbles* you're so sexy when you talk like that,jesus. Ahem. It annoys me when they are controlling over the other. I mean,what the fuck? Giving your partner all your passwords? Telling them constantly where are you and with who? Are you dating a person or your dad? It's disgusting. I would never do that with Ernest. He's an adult and deserving of privacy as I am.

Ernest: Of course,my dear. I know that you can most certainly defend yourself from the other people *peck her in the lips*

Ana: If you could ask each other anything and they HAVE to answer truthfully, what would it be?

Hayley: *looks at Ernest thoughtfully* Good question indeed.

Ana: Oh God, now I'm scared *laughs nervously*

Ernest: I'd ask her if she ever regretted do something with me before we started dating

Ana: oof... *looks at Hayley expectantly*

Hayley: *bites her lip* well... I did and then I did not. It's complicated. I felt so alive when I kissed you for the first time, but I also knew I was betraying my vow to never get too attached and always leave. When I realized I loved you, I decided to go for it,to let you break my heart if necessary. As for what I'd ask Ernest is if he misses his old life truly

Ernest: I mean... I had an stable girlfriend,a state to take care and a court where I was kind of wanted, but that life felt to simple and empty... But then I met you and even if things fell apart,I never felt so alive or whole. I love the perfect mess we have,how I can also learn from the bad things. Now I am a brave, new and more confident man who haves the life that I always desired with true goals. Even if it hurts to live this new life, I still want it. I'd leave the simple behind to live this life all over again, because at the end of the day you're by my side.

Ana: You two are literally the cutest! *grins softly*

Ana: Do you remember the first thing you said to one another?

Ernest: Humm,as a sentence,I told her that I was hoping to meet her personally because I heard a lot about her and her lifestyle in Madrid and I was eager to hear about the endeavours of the famous Spanish city.

Hayley: I told him he was pretty hot.

Ana: *laughs* Oh God,why I'm not surprised?

Ernest: *chuckles* that's subjective but I guess you're also quite––

Hayley: Ernest,just say that you also find me hot *rolls eyes with a smirk*

Ana: You two are real dorks

Ernest: Ahem,moving to the next question,please

4. Ernest, how do you feel about the dangers and risks involved in Hayley’s job? Hayley, is there something you dislike about Ernest’s job?

Ernest: I know Hayley is perfectly capable and trained for this and I trust her gut,but I do feel anxious and frightened that she will never come back home one day,that's why every time she haves a day free I make the most of the day with her *squeezes Hayley's hand*

Ana: You're such a brave and devoted husband *sobs*

Hayley: *smiles fondly at him and kisses his cheek* You're so corny. And about the job,I have 0 complains. I mean,he works by helping the ones who cannot help themselves and fights against human trafficking and poverty as he can,alas our jobs sometimes cross paths. He knows when a woman or a teenager is in trouble and I like it because we understand each other's job better

Ana: I stan two powerful people

Ernest: I wouldn't call myself powerful... More like influential. I'm doing what other people would've

Ana: What is the best “relationship advice” someone has ever given you? Would you ever pass that advice on to your friends / children?

Ernest: My mother told me once that when you deal with an illness of your partner,you shall never focus on cure them,but give them love,support and respect their times.

Hayley: A good advice indeed. His support helped me to get through the losses at my job and when my mother died. As for an advice my father told me,it was that before loving someone else,you should at least respect yourself. And that self love have helped me to build this relationship and marriage with Ernest, so yeah,i'd pass it through everyone I can *they both take the other's hands and gaze on each other*

Ana: *mutters* I'm so lonely...

Ana: You’re both each other’s lover but are you also each other’s best friend?

Hayley: Absolutely! We talk about everything! And if we have a secret,we don't pressure on each other. Our trust is 100%

Ernest: I did told you on our wedding that you're my best friend besides Bart. I can tell her that I killed the Queen and she'll help me to hide the body.

Ana: You're so goals and powerful...

Ernest: You're too kind

Hayley: *pushes him lightly* and you are too humble! Let her flatter you as you deserve!

Ana: What are your biggest fears about your relationship?

Ernest: *gazes down the floor and bites his lip* Not being a match for her and she'll find another better than me

Ana: Oh no! Don't say that!

Hayley: Ernest... *hugs him tight* no one will ever match you. You're the man of my dreams. I will never leave you. I rather die first. And as for my fear,I *swallows hard* i'm scared for not being the wife you need. I'm always hunting down criminals and following them everywhere and–– i'm scared that you'll get tired of me *rests her head on the crook of his neck*

Ernest: Hayley,you're the best wife I ever seen. You're perfectly imperfect. I like everything of you. I love you as you are. Even if that means hiding behind the sofa when your chocolate dissapears and you have a knife in hand *he teases*

Ana: someone bring me tissues,I think I'm going to cry...

Hayley: *chuckles and punches him teasingly on the shoulder* idiot

Ana: The words that best summarise the goals of your relationship are...

Ernest: Trust,passion and unconditional support

Hayley: Partnership,complicity and trust

Ana: Do you have any nicknames for each other?

Hayley: Ernest sometimes in bed calls me Hayls *grins mischievously*

Ana: Uuh,I like it

Ernest: *blushes* Well,she calls me mon amour or honey

Ana: Aww,so cute! I knew you were a softie!

Hayley: *chuckles* only my best side for my best man *pecks his cheek with her index and middle finger*

Ana: Think of one other person that you love, could be a friend or another family member, how is your significant other different from them?

Ernest: The other person I love is Bart. He's like a brother and ally to me. He's been there since childhood and gave me the love and support when I felt like drowning. I cannot live without that walking mess. Alas,he's my right-hand on my job.

Hayley: Briar is my sister,my best friend,my fiercest ally and my biggest support after Ernest. She saved me and I saved her. We're bound by love,support and we're on the other's debt. Without her,I'd be dead. Or worse. I cannot live either without her. I couldn't face a life without her.

Ana: It is true that she did saved your ass and Bart helped you through your feelings for Hayley. Aaah,what a gem of people

Ernest: They're indeed. Even if both had threatened me to kill me if I didn't made at least one move

Hayley: Now you're talking about my Briar *grins proudly*

Ana: When did you realise you had romantic feelings for one another?

Ernest: *puts a hand on his chin thoughtfully* hmm,that's a good one. I think it was when I attended a concert of Katy Perry,dancing with her. I had her in my arms and I looked at her and I just knew it.

Hayley: *smiles happily* It was when I kissed him on the cheek for the first time. It was a year after meeting and I was feeling angry and sad because my boyfriend in those times cheated on me and I was still hurt. He told me an experience of his own and told me that he wished that he were half the strong I am in my weakest times. I smiled and next thing I remember,I was kissing his cheek. He asked me ‘for what was that for?’ an I answered ‘for being you’ I started falling for him like you fall for a book. At first it attracts you and then,you look at it and you know your souls cannot be parted.

Ana: You two are the cutest,stop!

Ernest: *blushes and kisses her cheek,embracing her* I love it when your soft side comes out.

Ana: What would you consider a perfect life together?

Hayley: Our life is already perfect! Catching the bad people,being badass,having the best husband and not depending on anyone's judgement and being my own woman with a man who loves me like that and he's his own man. I love it just as it is. With the good and bad things.

Ernest: I agree with you,my dear. I have my own job,a job I like,a wife that I love and she loves me,great friends and enough sources to live happily. What more I could ask for?

Ana: Literally the best life! Moving on...

Ana:Do you get jealous?

Ernest: Jealousy represents a toxic behaviour. It represents insecurity and controlling behaviour and a disrespect towards your partner's life and you violence their privacy. So,no,I trust 100% my Hayley despite my fears because I know her.

Hayley: 100% agree. Yeah,i get it,ny husband is influential and hot,alas he's very sweet and rich, but I trust him and I know he's loyal to me and I would never forbid him to live. We both have the right to have male and female friends, dance with another and have our own life outside our marriage. Afterall, he's my husband,not my owner. I am ny owner, I own myself and no one else.

Ernest: That's my wife *says with pride, kissing her lips softly*

Ana: Who said ‘I love you’ first?

Hayley: *laughs nervously* that was me. It was seconds before our first time together. It was in his house. It was raining and I was so nervous and angry because I got attached. I spitted him the words and then,next thing was that we were kissing urgently and––

Ernest: *blushes nervously and covers gently her mouth* ahem,that's not relevant. I said it the morning after,when I woke up next to her. I felt and I still feeling like the luckiest man alive.

Ana: My god,Hayley,you're such a scandal *laughs*

Hayley: *giggles* or maybe I am the luckiest woman alive.

Ana: Shit now I'm soft. *looks at her paper* oh no! This is the last question! *pouts*

Ernest: There's always another time

Ana: What was your first impression of one another?

Ernest: When I finally met her,I was really curious about her. Some said she was ruthless, sassy and cold,others said she was a whore. When I met her,she was stunning,cunning and wise,but also hurt and with lack of love and care. I thought then that she was out of my league.

Hayley: When I met him I thought he was smart,sexy and resolutive,and an incredible man.

Ernest: truly?

Hayley: yup *winks at him*

Ernest: *blushes* wow... That's a lot coming from you...

Ana: And now we have to say goodbye! It's so sad but I'm glad we had this chance to get to know you two better as person and couple! And you *points at the reader* if you're not reading The Detective and The Buissnessman,did you really lived? Check out on noeschoices's profile now! Here's the link! And for more Desire and Decorum Appreciation Week check out my profile and my lovely partners's profiles: @choicesregencygeek and @hellospunkiebrewster and see you on another post or in my profile @mrsbriarmarlcaster !

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dibidibidismol · 7 years ago

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For the Anon who wanted me to answer all the questions: I hope you're happy.

— 1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

A Baby named orlo

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

Depends on the situation

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

My bestest friend and I have a shopping date soon!

4. Are you easy to get along with?

Probably not. I dunno.

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

Yeah, probably.

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

People who use she/her pronouns.

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

Probably not.

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

Byun Baekhyun.

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

No.

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

A group of close friends.

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

“Great!”

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

Expect by Girls Day

Eternity by VIXX

Tried to Walk by B1A4

Sorry by The Rose

Closer by Oh My Girl

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

So long as they don't tangle it.

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

I believe in chance.

15. What good thing happened this summer?

I got a scholarship to a programme I applied for! Met some new friends!

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

Hell yeah. A sweet baby gave me a smooch. Baby kisses are the best.

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

I think it's a possibility.

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

They moved far far away.

19. Do you like bubble baths?

Not really.

20. Do you like your neighbors?

Yeah, I babysit for them sometimes.

21. What are your bad habits?

I'm a sucker for my dog. I give him too many treats.

22. Where would you like to travel?

I'm not much of a traveler but I hear Portland Oregon is nice this time of year.

23. Do you have trust issues?

Probably?

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

Afternoon Tumblr, Spotify and Tea time.

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

My nose.

26. What do you do when you wake up?

Do my daily language learning sessions and wash my face.

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

Lighter

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

My dog and/or friends.

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

Hahahahahahaha No.

30. Do you ever want to get married?

Yes.

31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail?

Yep.

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

I'm Demi, and don't know any celebrities.

33. Spell your name with your chin.

Done.

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

I've done a lot of basketball and a bit of track and field.

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

I don't watch much T.V anyways.

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

Story of my life.

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

When in doubt talk about the weather.

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

She/her pronouns, actually reciprocates my affections, ace/demi friendly, not allergic to dogs, fluent in English, mildly intelligent, has a compatible sense of humor, not abusive.

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

Target, H-mart, Costco,

40. What do you want to do after high school?

College and Law school

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

Not everyone, but most people.

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

I’m tired, thinking, or listening to music.

43. Do you smile at strangers?

Unless they're giving off bad vibes.

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

Outer space. I have a fear of the deep ocean.

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

Devotion to my dog.

46. What are you paranoid about?

Germs, skin cancer, the deep ocean, my friends not loving themselves enough, everyone I know secretly disliking me, etc.

47. Have you ever been high?

On caffeine.

48. Have you ever been drunk?

On life.

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

Yes. But I'm telling y'all anyways. (My dog was giving me sad eyes so I gave him a treat. And then another. And another. And another. So he ended up having like half the bag.)

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

Black

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

Oh yeah. I've been jealous of many of my friends. They're all so attractive and funny and smart and I'm just kinda there.

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

I wish I was more intelligent.

53. Favourite makeup brand?

I don't wear enough makeup to be able to differentiate between the brands.

54. Favourite store?

I like Eastern Asian grocery stores and Target.

55. Favourite blog?

My absolute favorite recently deleted, but my current favourites are @homosexo-l @ot-nine and @queerfictionwriter

56. Favourite colour?

Black, Crimson, and shades of purple.

57. Favourite food?

Right now I'm a big fan of carrots.

58. Last thing you ate?

An egg and roasted mushroom on a hamburger bun.

59. First thing you ate this morning?

Fruit and protein smoothie with whole grain toast.

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

I’ve won a couple basketball related things, a handful of academic awards, speech tournaments, and a few other things I'm forgetting.

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

When I was really young (7 or 8) I was suspended for taking the cookie sprinkles from the class cabinet and distributing them amongst our classmates.

62. Been arrested? For what?

Nope.

63. Ever been in love?

Yeah. It sucks.

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

We both leaned in. *smooch*

65. Are you hungry right now?

I'm hungry for Love and Affection.

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

Nah. I love my real friends a lot.

67. Facebook or Twitter?

I don't have either.

68. Twitter or Tumblr.

Tumblr.

69. Are you watching tv right now?

I don't really watch TV.

70. Name of your bestfriend?

Mira

71. Craving something? What?

Craving love and affection. Also garlic eggplant.

72. What colour are your towels?

White.

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

Four big ones plus eightish throw pillows plus five pillow pets.

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

They have their own corner of my room.

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

60? I have a ton of tiny ones.

75. Favourite animal?

My dog.

76. What colour is your underwear?

Black and Pink.

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

Chocolate.

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

Banana.

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

Black.

80. What colour pants?

Black.

81. Favourite tv show?

I don't really watch TV but I like Ask us Anything/Knowing Bros and I liked Weekly Idol pre-current MC line up. I also like the Great British Baking show.

82. Favourite movie?

Tangled

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

Mean girls? I haven't seen pt2.

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

Mean girls? I haven't seen 21 jump street.

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

I don't really remember the characters, but I think I liked the teacher.

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

Dory!

87. First person you talked to today?

My dog.

88. Last person you talked to today?

See above. :)

89. Name a person you hate?

Donald J. Trump

90. Name a person you love?

Amber Liu!

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

Donald J. Trump

92. In a fight with someone?

My mother.

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

95. Last movie you watched?

The Lorax

96. Favourite actress?

I dunno. I don't watch a lot of TV.

97. Favourite actor?

See above.

98. Do you tan a lot?

I would if I didn't stay inside so much or if I were to lay off the sunscreen.

99. Have any pets?

I have a dog. He’s the bestest. I could go on about him for hours...

100. How are you feeling?

I'm a little tired but my dog is here next to me so I'm good.

101. Do you type fast?

I'm alright on an actual keyboard, but touch screens slow me down a lot.

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

I regret having picked the wrong Duolingo chest and only getting one Lingot instead of five.

103. Can you spell well?

My initial guess tends to be correct, but I tend to doubt my spelling capabilities and confuse myself over wether or not I was correct.

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

I miss the group of people who I went to school with for seven plus years. We were used to each other and it's hard to replicate that camaraderie.

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

Nah.

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

Hahahahahahaha No.

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

I took riding lessons when i was younger.

108. What should you be doing?

Baking a pie. I want pie.

109. Is something irritating you right now?

America’s President.

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

Yes.

111. Do you have trust issues?

See #23

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

My friend/ theripast @squish-io

113. What was your childhood nickname?

Dictionary.

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

Yes.

115. Do you play the Wii?

No.

116. Are you listening to music right now?

Yes.

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

I'm Vegetarian.

118. Do you like Chinese food?

Half of my family is Chinese so I only like the good stuff.

119. Favourite book?

The Monsters of Templeton by Lauren Groff

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

No.

121. Are you mean?

Maybe?

122. Is cheating ever okay?

Once I cheated at Pandemic. The rules of the game were too complicated and I was playing against an expert.

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

Probably, I don't have any though.

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

I believe in attraction at first sight but not love.

125. Do you believe in true love?

No.

126. Are you currently bored?

Nah, I'm answering these, it's pretty fun.

127. What makes you happy?

My dog! Kpop crack! Tumblr(sometimes)!

128. Would you change your name?

Maybe.

129. What your zodiac sign?

It starts with a “P”

130. Do you like subway?

Not particularly.

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

First of all, that would never happen. Either way as my best friend they would know that I'm gay and so if their pronouns are not she/her it wouldn't be an issue. If their pronouns were she/her then... I dunno. Depends on what would make them happy.

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

See #10

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

Shawty imma party till the sundown (so I can make it back in time for curfew) 134. Can you count to one million?

Yes. For efficiency I'd count by 500,000s.

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

“I'm straight”

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

I can't sleep with the doors open.

137. How tall are you?

Smol.

138. Curly or Straight hair?

Wavy.

139. Brunette or Blonde?

The former.

140. Summer or Winter?

Winter.

141. Night or Day?

Night.

142. Favourite month?

November.

143. Are you a vegetarian?

Yes.

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

Dark.

145. Tea or Coffee?

Tea.

146. Was today a good day?

Sure.

147. Mars or Snickers?

I don't eat either.

148. What’s your favourite quote?

“Love is like a fart. If you have to force it it's probably shit.”

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

No. 150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

“Well,” Miss Morgan said, her voice losing conviction, “what do you mean, talking about people dressed like me? Blue hats, and so on?”

#that's a wrap #ask game #reblogging #with edits

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staytheb · 4 years ago

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Black Nighttime

Genre: college!au, slice of life, slight fluff, slight angst Word Count: 3,987 Summary: The quartet put on another great show for the Dark Love Stage as well as join in on the Speed Date which turns out to include the Nu Chi Theta members!

Day Festival masterlist.

Warning: semi-proofread

hello, hello. i’m back. luckily i got to finish this even though it’s a few days later than the first part. anyways, black day itself should be approaching soon, but i have no idea how it’s actually celebrated as i just looked it up and tweaked it for my own story. lol again, standalone, but i will make an individual post for it to keep it together of sorts once it’s get longer or something like that. anyways, yeah, not really that much going on as the development is underway and the angst bit is just very tiny so i dunno, but i’m sure i’ll be doing some more time skip since i really don’t like to write all that much as i tend to get unmotivated for some reason. anyways, yeah happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

Black Nighttime was in full swing with the crowd purchasing items with super final prices. Tonight held the speed-dating with three rounds this year and the semi-final jjajangmyeon eating contest. A lounge area to discuss about the lack of intimate relationships or life in general. An arts and crafts booth replaced the shirt design and salon bit. You could also spend time at the solo diner with stuffed animals as a companion, too. The Solo Karaoke was also added to the second part of the Black Day Festival, but of course right after the new addition of the Dark Love Stage with a different name yet same concept.

"Hello, everyone! I'm Holland, and I'll be introducing our dangerous ladies tonight!" Holland greeted the crowd once Nighttime got going.

The crowd cheered as Holland continued to speak.

"If you were here for Daytime, then you must've heard that we added Solo Karaoke and the Black Love Stage today."

The crowd cheered in response.

"Good. Tonight for Nighttime it's no different as we'll do our Dark Love Stage renamed for specifically the night portion first before y'all can sing your to your heart's content with our Solo Karaoke."

Holland looked over at the crowd present for this event as others were also roaming the other area of the gymnasium.

"Anyways, introducing tonight for our Dark Love Stage is the Dark Angels!"

The crowd cheered once more as Holland clapped while looking behind him to see if the quartet were ready to perform.

"Please give a warm welcome to our saviors of the dark night as they lure you in with their luscious voices into darkness!"

Dark Angels stepped onto the makeshift stage with the same outfits from Daytime as Fallen Angels, but had more accessories than before.

"One, two..." Jasmine started as they introduced themselves as a group, "Hello, we're Dark Angels."

Then the quartet introduced themselves with another set of stage names from Katherine, Serena, Melanie, and ending with Jasmine.

"I'm Lady Lilith."

"I'm Lady Hecate."

"I'm Lady Pandora."

"I'm Lady Jezebel."

The crowd tuning in cheered as Jasmine spoke again while shooting Holland a smile.

"Thank you, Holland, for that lovely intro!"

"Great, I expect a lemon cake as a treat, Lady Jezebel."

Holland joked, but nodded firmly.

"Just no carrots whatsoever."

He shot Serena a knowing look as she just smiled at him without responding.

"Okay, will do." Jasmine agreed before looking over the crowd.

"Thank you to those present. Please watch over us kindly. We hope that you enjoy our performances tonight."

The crowd cheered again before Jasmine announced the first song.

"So we're gonna start out a bit strong tonight for the second half of the Black Day Festival and we don't really care if you care about that or not."

Jasmine chuckled before continuing shortly afterwards.

"Despite the title and lyrics this song goes out to anyone that's talking smack about the person they broke up with. Stop. Enjoy, Dirty Boy."

Once again, Kyle cued just as the first note hit did Katherine began singing. When the song came to and end, Katherine spoke.

"Now we're doing a one-eighty and slowing it down with the next song, GHOST."

Katherine introduced the second song.

"For those that wished someone could just disappear from your life like you've never met, this is for you."

The quartet rotated positions as Melanie began singing with the other girls following with their assigned parts after. After GHOST ended it was Serena that spoke next.

"Oh, wow. That got me in the feels."

Serena chuckled at her words as she got back on track.

"Despite the lyrics and the title of the next song, Another Boy, don't keep someone around if you don't love them anymore while still pursuing another person. You'll cause that person to not believe and just leaving them in tears."

As the song began Dark Angels got into formation as they had rearranged the original dance routine to fit their own while Katherine sang first followed by the rest in their assigned lines. When the last note ended did Jasmine speak.

"Alright, the next song is 1,2,3. This is dedicated those to forget the person you're hung up on. Y'all are strangers now. Forget them and go live your life."

The original choreography was rearrange to fit the quartet as Dark Angels again enjoyed themselves. Melanie introduced the next song after taking a slight break.

"Keeping up with this pace, Domino Game is next! It's towards those to quit playing games as people can get hurt and tired from them."

Dark Angels once again got into formation. Katherine started the song and followed by the rest. When the song ended did Katherine speak.

"Hope everyone has enjoyed our performances so far!"

The let out loud cheers before Katherine introduced the third to last song.

"Alright, this sixth song, The Reason I Became A Witch, is dedicated to those that became spiteful because of someone. Enjoy!"

Dark Angels got into formation with Jasmine and Serena doing the narration before Melanie actually started out the song. After that, Serena spoke to informed them of their second to last song.

"Seriously though, thank you guys so much for watching us perform for you. Unfortunately, we have two more songs to perform for you.

The crowded booed in response as the four chuckled before Serena spoke again once it quieted down.

"Yeah, I know, but that's life. Anyways, our second to last song, THANK U VERY MUCH, is dedicated to anyone who was grateful for the other person upon leaving their life without a hassle. Please enjoy!"

Dark Angels had fun with this performance as they were more playful with the choreography. Melanie sang first followed by the rest. Jasmine announced their last song as Dark Angels.

"It's the last song now, but don't worry, I'm sure you'll hear from us again Anyways, please give a big applause to Holland who also solo this Black Nighttime event himself. As well as Kyle and Haru like always. Also to the rest of those that helped make Black Day Festival a hit!"

The crowded clapped loudly and cheered while Jasmine looked at the three as they nodded. She returned her attention back to the audience.

"One, two..." Jasmine began with the other three joining in to finish the rest, "This was Dark Angels! Thank you!"

"Alright," Jasmine spoke one last time, "We're ending this differently than our last song! It's Over! This just goes out to those that just stopped having feelings and erased the other person from their life without a care."

Serena sang first followed by everyone else in their assigned parts. When the song ended Holland came onto the stage shortly afterwards.

"Please give Dark Angels a round of applause for their magnificent stages." He said excitedly while clapping heartily.

Holland cast the quartet an appreciated look as he motioned for them that they could leave. The girls bowed again as Holland resumed to the Solo Karaoke. The quartet hurriedly left to change outfits so that they could be ready for the second round of the Speed Date.

"Good evening, everyone. Sorin and I are proud to announce that our second round of the Speed Date is actually a very special one unlike our previous one." Liyin announced with Sorin continuing afterwards.

"Yes, just like Liyin mentioned, the second round is special because we have the lovely Nu Chi Theta members joining us."

A majority of the crowd cheered upon hearing one of the popular fraternity joining in as participants.

"Should I be worried?" Serena commented to the other three.

"No idea." Melanie responded just as confused.

"Oh, I'm excited." Jasmine exclaimed as Katherine rolled her eyes in good-nature.

"I wonder why. But seriously, the girls didn't tell us this."

"Neither did Seoljun." Serena remarked with a frown.

Katherine then chuckled.

"Sooner or later we were bound to run into them."

"Shut up."

Melanie nudged her sister.

"Stop running away."

"I'll do whatever I want. By the way, I'm giving out a fake name since I've been quite a lot so far."

"Ohh, I'm going to do that, too." Katherine agreed with an excited face. "That's a great idea."

"Why would you two wanna do that for?" Jasmine asked while giving them a weird look. "What if y'all make a connection?"

"I don't want to though." Serena answered as Katherine shrugged.

"I just think it'll be fun."

Melanie laughed with a nod.

"I think so, too."

Jasmine cast her friend a look.

"So you're gonna go with a fake name, too?"

"Might as well. You?"

"I dunno. What if Johnny's there?"

"Then use your real name with Johnny and a fake name with the others you're not interested in." Serena suggested.

"Oh, I can, can't I?"

"Yes."

They continued to listen as Sorin and Liyin explained that the second round would have the Nu Chi Theta members sitting and the participants rotating this time around.

"Hi. I'm Park Sieun." Serena introduced herself with the intended fake name while not paying attention to the person after rotating.

"I'm pretty sure you're name is Serena."

Serena heard the male corrected as she looked at him and was surprised to see Johnny in front of her.

"Oh, Johnny. Hi."

"Hello to you, too. Surprised?" Johnny greeted with a laugh.

"Um, yeah."

She looked about their surrounding wondering if Jasmine had taken notice before focusing on Johnny again when she remembered that she couldn't see any of the other three from where she sat since they ended up being separated by different numbers.

"So what brings you to the Speed Date?"

Johnny began the small talk.

"The Student Council President."

"Oh?"

Johnny was intrigued as he leaned closer.

"Tell me more, Serena."

"Um," Serena stalled not sure what to tell him.

"I had nothing really to do and Gina thought I could help out as a last resort kind of thing."

Serena shrugged nonchalantly before questioning him.

"What about you?

"Just here to meet new people and some fraternity duties."

"I see. Is that why Nu Chi Theta is participating?"

"Yeah, something like that. By the way, since I got you here..."

Serena's eyebrow quirked up as she awaited for what Johnny wanted to ask.

"It's about your friend, Jasmine."

Serena eyed him suspiciously causing Johnny to laugh.

"Whoa, whoa. I just wanna know some things about her."

"She's participating in this so you could just find out when you're paired up with her later."

"Yeah, but it's a wait and why not learn some things about her from her friends before I reach her."

Serena regarded the male and thought she'll help out her friend even though she tried not to meddle in other people's personal life.

"Okay. What do you wanna know?"

Johnny shot her the giddiest look and wondered if she should worry or not. Instead she chuckled as Johnny asked questions in regards to Jasmine while giving him vague answers. Serena wasn't sure how to answer and hoped that Jasmine would clarify everything later. Liyin soon announced that their two minutes were up and for the participants to rotate to their next table.

"I guess I'll have to ask the other two or herself whenever I reach them." Johnny commented as Serena agreed. "I guess so. Good luck."

"Thanks."

Serena waved goodbye as she watched him moving on and silently let out a breath wondering if she could even handle the rest of the second round as they were all Nu Chi Theta members, but so far she only spoke with those she didn't know.

"Oh, Shotaro, hi. You're in this, too?" Melanie asked when he plopped himself into the seat across from her a moment later.

Shotaro cast her a shy smile with a nod.

"Yeah."

"How is it going for you so far?"

"It's a little overwhelming, but it's fun. I'm learning a lot although I still get a bit nervous"

"Aww, glad to know and yeah that happens a lot. If it makes you feel better, I get nervous, too."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

"So," Shotaro began with a sheepish look, "Are you nervous about speaking with a certain someone later down the line?."

"Who told you that?""

Melanie eyed him suspiciously as he laughed sheepishly.

"Ten mentioned something before this whole thing started."

"Wow. He really has a big mouth. Anyways, ignore what he told you, okay?"

Shotarto nodded with laugh as Melanie asked him a question.

"So what are you doing after this?"

"I wanted to try out the food. I heard you can pick out whatever stuffed animal to dine with."

"Oh yes, you can. There's different sizes! I want to sit with the biggest one."

Shotaro's eyes widened with excitment.

"Really? Wouldn't it take up to much space?"

"Nah. I'm sure you can just stuff it in since it's fluffy."

The two continued to talk until the alarm rang for the participants to rotate.

"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen!" Sorin and Liyin announced once the last rotation ended.

"You'll find out your results in the next day or two." Liyin informed the group. "We'll e-mail your match and hope that all of y'all work out!"

"And if not," Sorin interjected with a smile, "Then we hope that you guys can be friends or try again next time."

"So thank you for participating." Liyin thanked them once more as Sorin announced the third round.

"We hope everyone for the third round are here and that we can get it started soon. And no, it's not a special round. Sorry."

Meanwhile the quartet finally met up with one another as they discussed their time during the Speed Date.

"I think this year is looking out for me or something, but I had a great conversation with Johnny." Jasmine stated with an excited tone.

"I would hope so because he can actually tell you and I apart." Katherine mused with a knowing look. "I can't believe he participated."

"Me either, but I hope we match."

"I think you guys should." Melanie assured. "He did ask about you when he was with me."

"Oh, me too." Serena confirmed. "It was kinda weird, but if you guys don't match then what's gonna happen?"

"To give up and move on." Jasmine said with a defeated tone before brightening up a moment later. "If not, then we can I guess be friends first and maybe work from there, yeah?"

"True." The three chorused before Serena looked over at Katherine.

"What about you? Did you have a nice conversation with Taeil?"

"Yes. It was quite pleasant, but two minutes is pretty short and we were into our conversation that we didn't notice until one of his members told us. Although like speaking with any Nu Chi Theta member could be nerve-wracking as everyone wants to associate themselves with them."

"Very true." Melanie agreed before nudging her sister.

"Too bad you're crush wasn't there."

"Thank goodness and crush is a store word." Serena said in a relieved tone. "Anyways, y'all can't tease me anymore."

"Neither was yours." Jasmine commented a moment later. "I really wanted to discreetly tell the both of them about y'all."

"I'm pretty sure Ten did that already." Melanie remarked. "Shotaro said so during our talk."

The quartet continued talking and started discussing what they wanted to do or to split up again like they did earlier in the day.

"And there we go." Serena spoke to herself as she tied the ends of the elastic strings of the beaded bracelet she had just made.

"Ooh, that's pretty. Is it for the little girl that you tutor?" Jasmine asked once she had completed her own bracelet.

"Yeah. She really loves rainbow-like things."

Serena admired the colorful shapes along with the name she had spelt within it. Serena wore the bracelet and slightly frown with a chuckle.

"It's a bit bigger than I thought, but she should grow into it. She has time for that."

"True. C'mon, let's go check out the merch booth and see what they have left over.

"Oh, good idea. Maybe I could buy, Yeojin, some other things."

The pair left the area after bidding goodbye to Seoljun and Seolhwa. While wandering the pair ran into another set of friends, but unfortunately, Serena had made the other person spill food onto themselves.

"I am so sorry." Serena apologized and realized it was Ten and Johnny she and Jasmine had ran into.

Jasmine squeezed Serena's arm upon acknowledging who the other pair was and Serena had to pat her friend to calm down. Then she realized that the bracelet she had wore and made for Yeojin was missing.

"Oh, no. I lost the bracelet."

"I'll help you look for it, Serena! Jasmine can help Johnny clean himself up." Ten offered as he ushered himself and Serena away leaving the other two behind.

Jasmine slightly panicked, but relaxed when she heard Johnny speak to her.

"Hey, it's not a big deal. I wasn't looking where I was going either."

The pair slowly conversed not even minding that the other two had rushed off.

"Good bluff. That should help those two out better." Ten commented as Serena shot him a confused look.

"What bluff?"

"About the bracelet going missing."

"It wasn't a bluff."

"What do you mean?"

"Ten. I really lost the bracelet."

"Oh. Um, I'll help you find it for real then."

Serena sighed, but she backtracked with an unhelpful Ten.

Melanie happily sat across from a giant mint green hippopotamus with Katherine sitting at another table across from a two-tone brown lion with both of them eating a strawberry brick toast and drinking a large dragon-fruit milk tea.

"This is so good." Katherine commented while looking over at Melanie. "Jiyoon and Jihan were right to go with this."

"I know right. It's a lot better than I thought it would be."

"How are y'all liking it?"

The pair looked up to see a familiar face.

"Oh, Soeun, it's delicious." Katherine responded with a thumbs up. "Jihan and Jiyoon were right about it."

"And the dragon-fruit?" Soeun probed further

"Delicious. You were right about the taste, too." Melanie replied with an O.K. sign. "It's gonna be my new fave when y'all start selling it."

"Of course I am. Anyways, I'm here about something else."

"About what?" The duo chorused as they continued eating their dessert.

Soeun glanced over shoulder before focusing on the pair again.

"Someone wants to join you, Melanie."

"This is a solo diner. Besides, Hank the Hippo is already dining with me."

Melanie motioned to the plush doll as Soeun laughed.

"You named him?"

"Of course. Can't enjoy my meal if I don't know the other person's name."

Melanie looked over at Katherine.

"Right?"

"Yup."

Katherine motioned at the plushie before her.

"Leon the Lion."

"Wow. And I thought only Serena named things."

"That's where we got it from because she has a similar, but smaller one at home." Melanie answered.

"I see, but are you sure you don't want to know who it is that wants to join you."

Melanie shook her head, but Katherine shot Soeun an amused look.

"Sure because I know that you're dying to tell her who it is."

Soeun happily leaned closer to the two while gazing at Melanie.

"Do you wanna guess before telling you?"

"No."

"Oh, you're no fun."

Soeun glanced over her shoulder again and Melanie looked over, but wasn't sure who it could be.

"Well, he said his name is Jimmy."

Melanie' frowned upon hearing the familiar name.

"Yeah, no thanks, Soeun."

"Oh. He said he's a good friend of yours."

"He's not."

"Oh, really? He seemed pretty persistent, but I'll let him know that you're not interested."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Soeun walked away as Katherine looked over at her friend.

"Isn't that the guy that dumped you for another person that he was already cheating with?"

"Yup."

"The nerve of that guy."

"I know."

The pair were about to get back to their respective meal when another hand slapped Melanie's table to get her attention.

"You got some nerve rejecting me." Jimmy stated with a harsh tone.

Melanie glanced at him indifferently while Katherine watched for now.

"And you got some nerve talking to me again after what you did."

Melanie motioned with her head for him to leave her alone.

"The exit is that way and I don't have to converse with you."

Just then Jimmy wiped Melanie's table clean as the items shattered to the floor. Melanie pushed back her chair, stood up, and backed away from the male when suddenly two other people appearing in front of her to protect her. Katherine immediately moved to stand besides Melanie when Jimmy pushed the dishes off the table as the pair watched Taeil, Shotaro, and Sungchan come to Melanie's aid.

"I don't think that was necessary now, don't you think?" Taeil asked with a firm tone towards Jimmy.

"That's such a waste for you to have done that." Sungchan added before motioning towards the exit.

"I believe you were on your way out. Correct?"

It was not a suggestion that Sungchan was giving him as his tone wasn't nice sounding as Taeil did the same.

"Yeah, weren't you just leaving now?"

Shotaro also gave the male a once over while glancing at Melanie before returning his gaze onto Jimmy.

"I'm sure Melanie would be most comfortable without your presence as well."

Jimmy's jaw tightened as he glanced at the three males before sweeping his eyes over to Melanie. He huffed and stormed off.

"Are you okay?" The trio asked Melanie a moment after.

"Yeah, just a little shaky now. Thank you though." She thanked before looking at the mess which was quickly taken care of by Soeun.

"I'm so sorry, Melanie." Soeun apologized after cleaning up. "I thought he was fine when I told him you didn't want to see him, but I guess he got around another way."

"It's fine, Soeun. It's not your fault. Thank you though."

"No worries. I'll be back with another set for you."

"No, it's fine. I'm not that hungry anymore."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Thanks again."

"You're welcome. Katherine?"

"I'm good, too. Thanks, Soeun."

Soeun cast them another apologetic look before walking off as Katherine comforted her friend.

"I swear, this month is not a good month for you or Serena."

"I know right."

"So, do you wanna get food afterwards?"

"Probably."

"Actually you could have some of ours." Sungchan offered as Shortaro smiled.

"Yeah, we haven't touched it yet."

"Oh, yeah. We actually ordered more than the two of us could eat."

Taeil shot them a friendly smile with Shotaro nodding.

"The fluffy animals can't help us either."

Melanie chuckled.

"I'm pretty sure this is supposed to be a solo dining and not a get-together of sorts."

Melanie reminded them although she knew that Katherine low-key wanted to sit together. Melanie then pointed at the hippopotamus and lion.

"Besides, Hank the Hippo and Leon the Lion may get jealous if we sat with another."

The males chuckled as they immediately moved a plate and glass over to Melanie's table.

"We wouldn't want that now. So how about this instead?"

"That's fine."

"Well, the two of you enjoy your night."

The males cast the females a polite smile as they returned to their table while Melanie shot Katherine a look. Katherine shot her a knowing look, but the two went back to their own respective table. Melanie enjoyed her now honey brick toast and a cotton candy milk tea with Hank the Hippo as Katherine did the same with Leon the Lion. Later that night the quartet helped cleaned up after the Black Nighttime while telling one another about their night. Serena eventually found the bracelet after clean-up and still deny the fact to Katherine that their lives were a drama series awaiting to happen.

#staytheb #nct scenarios #nct taeyong #nct 127 #nct dream #nct 2018 #wayv #nct 2020 #superm

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Love me like you do (Part 16)-Balem series

A/N: Here we are! At 4:17am…..dear god. Anyway! I hope y'all like, wasn’t entirely pleased with this chapter and wrote it about 4 times (I’m not kidding) but, this was the draft I was most pleased with so…forgive me now if it’s less than perfect. 😤 I suppose it’s kind of a filler??? At least that’s how it feels to me, but believe me this brings about major events in the future! So it is needed.

MOOD MUSIC: Madness by Ruelle

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Your emerald dress swept along the floor of his chambers, soft humming emitting from your lips as you made your way to the dinning hall. It took you a moment to gather your dignity after he left, the need between your legs having grown since he walked out the room. Your revelation had hit you hard, denial constantly fighting reason. It was true, to some extent, what Nevaeh had said. Balem had become a permanent fixture in your life now, and it was often hard to ignore the emotions that had begun to build around him. It wasn’t love by any means, but you felt yourself growing closer to him. Or at least fond of his company. It seemed an impossible task, but somehow you managed to accomplish the one thing no other could. Staying by his side. Nevaeh’s words, about his fickleness, brought a smile to your lips, and there was a certain pride in knowing you managed to keep his interest long enough. You liked to think it was for more personal reasons, but there was always that doubt inside that he merely found you a great partner in bed. That seemed the more plausible option, but there was a side to him you had the privilege of being made privy to. One that involved hidden smiles, and polite conversation. Something that should’ve been an ordinary thing, but to a man like him, you may as well consider yourself lucky.

“Are you ready, my Lady?”

You glanced up at the serving girl in the doorway, sighing at the way she addressed you. It really did appear that everyone saw you differently now. Balem barely takes you out of the alcazar once, and that equates to being more than his lover.

“Please don’t call me that.”

You offered her a polite smile, one she returned before bowing. “As you wish, my-” she paused with an apologetic look, “Of course. This way please, Lord Balem is waiting in the dining hall.”

“Oh, I think I remember where it is.”

You hadn’t taken dinner in there since you first served him. But, you knew it well enough, after all he took most of his business meetings in the dining room. And it was hard to forget the number of rude associates that passed through there.

“I can find my own way, thank you.”

She seemed hesitant, not wanting to disobey the orders of the Primary. But, at your insistence, she just smiled weakly and gave you free range to roam the grand halls. Thankfully, it didn’t take you long to find your way, the number of statues and windows helping you locate familiar places. You came upon the banquet area, fixing your hair before nearing the doors and likely coming face to face with Balem. For some reason, you were nervous, as if your talk with Nevaeh had gotten under your skin enough to mess with you. You simultaneously wanted to see him and run as far from here as possible. But, with whatever courage you still had, you sighed and walked forward.

But your path was blocked momentarily, heels stopping their movement as you saw the same servant from a few hours ago. He was coming out of the kitchens, looking both ways down the hall until he saw you. He gave a charming smile, but there was something behind it that made your skin crawl in suspicion. However, you didn’t feel it was your place to start questioning people. And Mr. Night seemed more than capable an advisor to make sure all affairs were in order. As far as you were concerned, the people of this planet were suspicious by nature. In fact, trusting Nevaeh didn’t happen overnight either. Kind or not, you were an earthling thrown into another world, being wary of her was only expected.

You watched him carefully though, chewing thoughtfully on your lip as he made his way down the hall towards the servant quarters. With a shrug of your shoulders you decided to check in on the kitchens, having grown used to being there over time. Maybe even Nevaeh would be situated inside, fixing up the food and sneaking some of it like she always did.

“Ah! You’re here.”

And like clockwork, there she stood, gathering some wine glasses and bottles in her arms. She bundled them on a silver tray, fussing over the glasses with a towel as she wiped them over once more.

“What are you doing in here, anyway?” She gave you a curious smile, raising an eyebrow in wonder. “Your heart’s desire is inside the dining hall.”

You knew she was teasing, but you couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes at her. “I figured as much. Highly doubt he’d ever step foot inside the kitchens.”

She laughed at that, popping open a bottle of wine and pouring a generous amount into each glass. The thought of Balem cooking or even preparing any of his own meals was humorous to you both, and if not for his lack of patience you two would’ve stayed conversing about the subject.

“I just came to see if you needed any help.”

“Oh, we’re fine. The chefs almost done, and I’ve got plenty of wine coming your way. Even found a new one, hopefully Lord Balem likes it.”

Nevaeh held up a bottle of Rosé, showing it off like it was something special. Balem did enjoy a good Rosé, being that it was amongst his favorite types of wine. He had numerous ones in his wine cellar, something you still found incredible. But, that brand was definitely one you hadn’t seen around before.

“I’m sure he’ll be grateful.”

She scoffed in amusement, pouring another glass and swirling it around before taking a whiff. “I bet this bottle alone cost more than my entire years pay.”

Of that, you had no doubt. He had expensive taste, and when it came to most of his material things he spared no expense. But, now was not the time to debate the wonders of his bank account. You walked up next to her, leaning against the counter and playing with the stem of the wine glass.

“Listen, if I seemed kind of angry earlier-”

“Y/N, don’t. It’s fine, I know you were angry. Just in shock.”

She giggled, winking at you as she prepared a tray of food. She didn’t seem remotely bothered by your earlier conversation, and that was a relief for you. You hadn’t meant to come across rude or blunt, but it was bothersome to have someone else delve into your feelings for you. Whether she meant to help or not.

“I wasn’t in shock.” You playfully spoke, looking over at the cooks as they sautéed some weird foreign dish. Most of the food was pleasant enough to you, though it never looked appetizing. And anything after those odd glowing edible orbs, was a welcomed treat. But, that was an entirely different problem, right now you wanted to speak to your friend. Hoping she could bring ease to the troubles of your heart.

“Nevaeh-”

“Oh, hold on, dear. Food’s ready, better get that out quick before he starts yelling.”

Couldn’t blame her for that remark, Balem’s patience for your own arrival was probably wearing thin. And he was never pleasant company when starving.

“We’ll talk later then. Want me to take the wine out?”

She waved you off, grabbing the ends of the tray and sliding it to the corner away from your reach. “Oh don’t worry about that, for once you’re not serving him. Go enjoy dinner, have some polite conversation. Or as polite as he is able…”

Nevaeh covered her mouth, stifling the small laugh before reaching for a glass of wine. It was the newest one Balem had seemed to acquire for his collection, and she swirled it delicately around before taking a sip of it. Something she had often done. You weren’t sure if you admired her thievery or not, but for the long hours she worked she deserved some gourmet food in your opinion. Though you had to question her for stealing from his glass.

“You shouldn’t drink his wine. God forbid he finds out.”

You joked, shooting her a fake warning look. She hardly seemed phased by it, taking another sip as she winked over the rim of the glass. “He won’t notice it missing, trust me.”

She seemed so sure of herself, as if she always planned ahead of time on what to take. And there was no point in arguing, you had to agree that Balem wasn’t likely to come check on such trivial things when he already had so much on his plate.

“Well…” You moved away from the counter, tapping your nails on the edge before excusing yourself. “If you’re sure you don’t need help I guess I’ll go keep him company, enjoy your wine.”

You purred out the last part, a teasing tone behind it that made her only take another sip of it in defiance. You just chuckled, pushing through the doors that led into the dining hall and greeting the very man you were just thinking of. He was sat on the far end of the table, chin resting in his palm as he tapped his fingers against his cheek. He appeared annoyed, as usual, his eyes fixated on the half filled glass of wine on the table. You wanted to speak up, make yourself known, but he stole that pleasure from you when he glanced up.

His eyes were now upon you, watching your every move until you stood by the chair next to him. You weren’t sure if you should take a seat or wait till it was offered to you, after all dining with him wasn’t a regular experience. And as if he was reading your mind, he gestured to the seat, wanting you to take it. Which you did quietly, keeping your sight on him as you slowly sat down.

There was silence at first, him in his own world, and you awkwardly shifting in your chair. Things shouldn’t have been this weird for you, god knows you both shared far more intimate moments than dinner. But, just like the dance, this was something completely different, more intimate in a whole other way. One that made you feel like you were suddenly under scrutiny by him.

“You’re awfully quiet.”

You held your breath at the sound of his voice, blushing softly as you slowly gazed up at him. His eyes were already sizing you up, hand on his wine glass as he traced the rim of it. He was smirking, a simple gesture that somehow made you shrink back into your seat. It was like he was pleased with your current state, seeing you crumbling under his presence one of the many things he loved.

“I’m just…tired.”

“Tsk.”

Balem took a swig of his wine, giving you an amused look that only made everything worse. Your nerves were completely shot right now, heart hammering away and it took all of your willpower not to cave under the emotions. Why this was suddenly so hard was somewhat lost on you. In reality you knew you were being ridiculous, but Nevaeh’s words and your own confusion weren’t helping. It was like you were back to square one when it came to Balem. That same scared, and confused woman hiding in the corner of his room looking for a way out.

“Have I tired you out that much, little dove?”

He was smiling, clearly proud of himself for his own sexual prowess. And while you were quite sore from the passionate exchange in the clipper, that wasn’t exactly the reason behind your silence. But, if letting him think that got him off your case then you were fine with that.

“Uh-” Your words were cut off, the sound of the doors sliding open catching both your attention as Nevaeh and other servants came walking in. They began laying platters of food before you both, the sweet and savory scents making your mouth water. You were suddenly aware of how hungry you were, having already missed a few meals since you left to the ball.

“Let me retrieve you some more wine, Lord Balem.”

Nevaeh grabbed his empty wine glass, placing it back on her now empty tray. She looked over at you, giving a quick wink that made you question her actions. It was strange to you that she hadn’t brought him his glass already, but it occurred to you that she probably happily, drank his entire glass before coming out. So much for him not noticing the missing amount of wine. Thankfully for her sake, he didn’t question it. He just grumpily waved her and the other servants away as he began picking at the food.

You followed suit, choosing the more tame looking choices and nibbling gently on your food. It actually wasn’t too bad, a bit salty for your tastes but otherwise satisfying to your palate. You both ate in a comfortable silence now, every so often engaging in some conversation. Mainly on your effort, and he usually answered with brief responses. And just when you thought things could never change, your subject change to the new servant you had seen piqued his interest.

“Where?” He all but demanded, leaning towards you with interest.

You looked up in thought, recounting your first meet up with him. “In the hall, directly out of the bridge area.” You didn’t get why this topic garnered so much of his attention, but he was growing concerned, probably even a bit frustrated. “Is everything alright?”

Balem never placed much care into his knowledge of his servants or guards lives, but he knew every one of them. He made it his business to know it, because everyone who came into Jupiter had the potential to cause harm to his business in one way or another. And it certainly wouldn’t be the first time someone attempted to do so.

“Where is he now?”

He raised his voice, practically interrogating you on this suspicious man’s whereabouts. You just flinched at the question, stuttering out an answer that didn’t seem to help him in the least. He sighed in annoyance, settling back into his seat as he beckoned his advisor over.

“Yes, My Lord?”

Mr. Night was standing at the entrance of the dining hall the whole time, awaiting Balem’s demands and overseeing all the kitchen staff. He rushed over to his side, hands clasped as they always were behind his back.

“Find me-”

Balem paused when the doors to the kitchen opened, Nevaeh holding a tray of wine as she came walking out. You tilted your head to the side, smiling when you saw her only to have it falter when you noticed her demeanor. She was sweating heavily, arms struggling to keep the tray straight. Wine splashed side to side, making a mess on the marbled floors with every step she took. And in your concern for her, you rose from your seat calling out to her.

“Nevaeh?”

Balem and Mr. Night furrowed their brows in wonder, ignoring the disarray of the floor as she stumbled hopelessly along. She appeared sick, confused, and so unlike herself that it caused this heavy pit of dread to form in your stomach. Your hands gripped the back of your seat, chest tightening as you fearfully watched her succumb to whatever ailed her.

The tray slipped from her weak grasp, crashing to the floor in a pile of broken glass and wine. She followed shortly after, sinking to her knees as they buckled and gave way. It was then you ran to her side, almost sliding the rest of the way as you fell next to her. She was seizing, a foamy substance slipping from her lips as she twitched and writhed in pain. Panic filled you then, an audible sob escaping you as you watched helplessly.

“Nevaeh!” You reached for her, grabbing her hand and gripping it tightly in your own. You desperately called out to her, her name leaving your lips in a string of sobs and whimpers. Though they fell on deaf ears. She couldn’t hear you, and even if she could there was no way she could respond now. Her body arched from the ground, stiffening up as she choked back the liquid and foam that built up in her throat.

“Balem!” You gazed back at him through your tears, hoping he could do something to save her life. Though you felt no one in this universe had the ability to do such a task. “Help her! Please!”

Balem rose from his chair, an angry look upon his features as he made his way over to you both. His boot kicked the bottle of wine away, some glass crunching under his weight as he stood over Nevaeh. He was staring down at her curiously, like he was trying to properly assess this situation. Even if he could save her, his attention was solely on the root cause of all this, her well being at the back of his mind. He knew whatever poisoned the serving girl was meant for him, that much was obvious. Because, he couldn’t imagine the importance of this woman’s life that someone would waste their time and resources to kill her.

“Balem…”

He looked down at you, taking in your sullen appearance as you nearly begged him to help the girl. But, for all his wealth and power there was no helping her. She was as good as dead, and his attention had to focus on the one who laced the wine.

“Let her go, little dove.”

He kneeled next to you, prying your hand from hers as she gasped one last time. Her head fell back onto the ground roughly, eyes landing on you before you watched the light in her eyes grow dim. You covered your mouth, sobbing loudly as you fell back onto the floor in your grief. If she wasn’t lying dead in front of your eyes, you would’ve believed this to be a terrible dream of some sorts.

“She’s…she’s dead…”

You curled back into yourself, looking over at Balem as he watched you. You couldn’t make out what he was feeling, but he kept his eyes on you the entire time even going so far as to place himself between you and her body as he rose back up. She was blocked from your view now, allowing you a moment to process your heartache. The First Primary sighed heavily, looking back down at the mess of wine on the floor as he summoned his advisor once again.

“Mr. Night…”

The splice composed himself, trying to rub the fear off as he turned from Nevaeh’s body to his Lord. His face was paler than usual, trembling demeanor attempting to ease as he stared up at Balem. He ran a shaky hand through his white hair, bowing just enough to remain proper.

“My Lord?”

Balem kneeled down once more, grabbing the half broken glass in his hand as he turned it over. He rose back to his full height, cape sliding off the ground. It took him a moment, his thoughts running a mile a minute as he took in the current situation. There was no doubt in his mind that poison was obviously involved, and yet he couldn’t comprehend why on earth his would be assassin tried such an unskillful method. But, the trail was quite apparent. Poison was a woman’s weapon of choice, and he had no doubt in his mind on who’s hand was behind this. After all, the girl couldn’t have been so foolish to poison herself.

“Gather my servants, all of them! And the two guards at the bridge, who should be so incompetent to let this person in.”

Mr. Night hesitated for a moment, trying to assess the command himself before stumbling over his words.

“Y-Yes, my Lord Balem. At once.”

He skipped back, still staring down at the woman’s body before rushing out of the dining hall. You barely listened to their conversation, eyes fixed on Nevaeh as she laid lifeless on the floor. She still looked so beautiful in your eyes, even in death. And as badly as you wanted to stay by her side, Balem would have it other ways. You felt his hand upon your shoulder, squeezing gently and calling out to you.

“Little bird…”

It was the first time he spoke to you in such a soft manner since, and maybe he meant it as a means to gain your attention since nothing else seemed to work. But, you stiffened under his touch, your entire body irked by this turn of events. You had never seen any one die in front of you, let alone looked upon a dead body in general. Seeing her like this was awful, and it dawned on you then just how final this all was. That she was no longer coming back.

“Nevaeh.”

You whined out her name, leaning over her as you brushed a strand of golden hair aside. She just laid there, eyes still open and glassy as if the very essence of her being was gone. And you supposed it was now.

“Come.”

Balem gripped your forearm, tenderly pulling you up from the floor and away from her. You tried in vain to move from his arms, but he held you firmly against him as a few staff members entered the hall. They were stomping towards Nevaeh, clearly here to clean up the mess and her body. And as much as you begged them, and Balem to stop, deep down you knew it had to be done. But, your heart only ached to stay by that woman’s side, the very one who held your hand through this entire ordeal. Without her, none of this new life would’ve made sense, and now you felt entirely alone in it. With no friend to lean on, to talk to, to even greet with a smile day by day.

“Let me stay with her.”

You turned in Balem’s hold, tears still falling messily down your cheeks. He just stared down at you, hands barely touching you as they rested above your shoulders. He seemed lost on what to do with you, but letting you grieve the entire night wasn’t something he couldn't permit.

“Enough. I need you to stay in my chambers until I call for you.”

The First Primary said it was such authority it made you grow silent. And as much as you wanted to argue, his imposing glare was enough to make you bite your tongue. He seemed stressed, perhaps even concerned, and whether that was for his or your own safety you couldn’t discern.

“Yes…”

You sucked in a sorrowful breath, moving to wipe the tears until Balem cupped your cheek. It made you blink in mild confusion, eyebrows furrowing as you met his steely gaze. How he could perform such a sweet act while looking fierce was always lost on you, yet you couldn’t deny the comfort in his touch. It made you want to stick by him, finding some solace in his presence if anything. But, he seemed intent on having you away from all this, and as angry as he was with the assassination attempt he appeared to soften up as he gazed down at you.

His thumb grazed your cheek, wiping away a tear before he reluctantly let go.

“Go. Now.”

You nodded softly, swallowing the heavy lump you felt in your throat before obeying his command.

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A/N: Y'all like how I threw you off the trail? 🙊 Y'all thought my precious Nevaeh was a traitor, she was just a victim of a shit assassin……#sorrynotsorry but hey, Balem is safe.

Feedback welcomed~ Hatred as well….

#balem abrasax #balem abrasax x reader #balem #balem x reader #jupiter ascending #lmlyd

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