#i misspelled the like six times in that last tag

[barbie-necromancer]

I never completed Diablo 3 in the Barbarian class So i’m doing that now. Read a study about how women and enbys are less likely to play a man in a video game than men are, so I picked the male Barbarian. Named him Iroh. He specializes in fire and electricity, and is a slut.

Here he is in his Infernal Red and Elegant Magenta looks!

[rowlight]

so is nobody else aware that L and Light's names are technical opposites of one another?

first thing to clarify is Light's name. without too much deliberation, Japan has this phenomenon (to my western understanding) wherein certain parents will name their children after English words. (this could potentially include other western languages; i am unsure.) as japanese is a syllabary, most of the time, these words cannot actually be pronounced properly in japanese. these names are often also written with presumably completely unrelated characters. light's name is one of these, having to be pronounced as "raito" in japanese, and written (as he so kindly explains to naomi) with "tsuki," the character for "moon." these names are called "kira-kira names." i am not joking.

last thing we need to do is look at the translation for "Yagami," which approximates (to my knowledge!) as meaning "high," as in "high in power.”

so, if we take an extrapolation of this, and replace light's names with their written functions—his forename as being a kira-kira name and being written as moon, and his surname (depending on how it's written) meaning "high"—we can evaluate an interpretation of light's name as being, extensively, "kira-kira moon high." now, let's look at L's name, which is far more self-explanatory. his name is L Lawliet (in case you are somehow on the death note tags and were not already aware), which is pronounced "L low-light." (which, as s a side note, is a hilariously unintuitive pronunciation for his name, implying that Light (if he ever heard it) would almost certainly misspell it (made even more likely as a native japanese speaker, even given how good his english is) and potentially make him immune to a human using the death note by misspelling it six times.)

so, if we put the *phonetic* pronunciation of L's name next to the *written* extrapolation of light's, and reduce light's name to its logical conclusion, we get "L low light" and "Kira moon high." (hyphon in L's name and hyphon + second 'kira' in light's removed, as light himself is not both kiras, and removing the second kira also removes the hyphon in his name, whereafter we then logically can remove the hyphon in l's name. like homoerotic algebra.)

furthering the analogy, and allowing a little leniency (given all the other obvious similarities) that "light" can be taken as the opposite to "moon"—as in, "sunlight," and furthermore, "sun"—we output "L low sun" and "Kira moon high."

if you interpret L as the sun and Light as the moon, then congrats, it's already spelled out for you. if you interpret L as the moon and light as the sun, then it's like they carry the symbolic celestial analogies of one another in the other's name, which is some crazy soulmate shit. if you're like me, and interpret them as being both but in different ways, then both ways are true simultaneously. (to me, it speaks to how similar they ultimately are that you can interpret them as being both the sun and moon, albeit in different fashions.)

either way, they have gay ass little names and i can't believe i've never heard anybody talk about this before.

[between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place]

15 questions for 15 friends

This is fun, getting to snoop on everyone. Thank you for tagging me @voylitscope and @booksandabeer 💚💚

Are you named after anyone? >>> My middle name is from my mother. (My first name my parents picked all on their own and since that day I've lived with it being mispronounced and/or misspelled every other week or so.)

When was the last time you cried? >>> Watching All of Us Strangers. I'm generally more of an angry crier so I don't often full out cry at movies but I sure did with this one.

Do you have kids? >>> Not at the moment.

What sports do you play/have you played? >>> As a kid I did gymnastics, track and field and orienteering, in high school I played some volleyball, and as an adult I've done a few powerlifting competitions. I've never been super athletic or coordinated but I like doing sports.

Do you use sarcasm? >>> No, never. (Sorry.)

What’s the first thing you notice about people? >>> I don't think there's one single thing? Just a general vibe.

What’s your eye color? >>> Green.

Scary movies or happy endings comedies? >>> Comedies, if those are the options. I'm an absolute baby when it comes to anything scary and/or intense.

Any talents? >>> Writing I guess. And I'd like to think I'm pretty good at picking up new skills and knowledge.

Where were you born? >>> About a six hour drive from where Santa Claus lives.

Do you have any pets? >>> Nope.

What are your hobbies? >>> Writing and fandom stuff, reading, running/working out, hiking and being outdoors.

How tall are you? >>> 163 cm.

Favorite subject in school? >>> Languages and math.

Dream job? >>> Honestly? Something where I get to use my skills to hopefully provide a net positive to the world. I'm not that picky about what specific tasks I but I prefer my job to be my job and have no desire to turn my hobbies or passions into one. I've tried writing (journalism) and it wasn't really for me.

I have to tag people now?? (I always feel like I'm late to these and everybody else has already done it or been tagged.) Okay, here goes: @vivelarevolution13 @burberrycanary @dontcallmebree @somanywords @dreamsinthewitchouse @cable-knit-sweater snoop?

[dndhistory]

258. Linda Lowery (cover by Larry Elmore, interior art by Jim Holloway) - HeartQuest #3: Secret Sorceress (1983)

The third in the six-book HeartQuest series this time we get a... drum roll... secret sorceress as a main character! As we start the story, what was supposed to be the last wizard in the land dies, but not without sending off a message through his pet bird to find Mialie out POV character. Mialie is a slave girl to a race of beings named Yorguths (yes it just looks like "Yogurts" misspelled). Mialle is a secret sorceress, no one knows it but she has magical powers that she has kept hidden because the Yorguths disapprove of magic.

In the message she gets the instructions to look for the Cavern of Enchantment where her destiny will be revealed. As she starts going on her way she meets Prince Shaw, who decides to tag along. As usual we get some distinct paths which will determine the shape of the story. Here we can take the Caves of Gallendale, the Cloistered Valley or the Castle River path. I took the Caves all the way to a successful end, but all the paths will take you there, with different NPCs and events, making the book replayable at least twice over. 

Another fun entry in the series, the romance element feels like a bit of an afterthought, at least in the path I took, right up to the very end. These are, however, competently written and still hold up as a bit of fun today. Well worth tracking down these little known additions to the Dungeons and Dragons universe.

[blackbird-brewster]

I was tagged by @meanderingandrambling -- (in 2020, but I just found this in my likes so I'm replying three years late~)

Let's get to know each other. Fill out the below & tag some of your followers ❤

Who are you named after? (Famous actor) - that's my dead name, and it sucks bc it's been misspelled my entire life because OF COURSE, they named me after someone who spells a common name with an 'A' instead of an 'E'. Why the fuck!? My name, Kit, was chosen by me -- age 7, because A League of Their Own was my favourite movie. And I was obviously already vibing on a lesbionic level.

Last time you cried? I dunno, Friday? I cry like once a week, at least, it's healthy! Get out all my frustrations in one meltdown, then I'm alright for a few days.

Do you like handwriting? Yes, yes, yes! Handwriting things makes me remember them better. I handwrite tons of plot work when I'm planning fanfic. I also prefer written to-do lists vs digital.

Favorite meal? Sundog Diner's french toast. (RIP to my favourite diner in the world, whose absence has left a gaping hole in my heart)

Longest relationship? Meh, my first wife and I were together six years. But that was a HORRIBLE relationship. Doom Them and I have been dating somewhere around five years, and by far, the longest relationship I'll ever have (bc they are my forever <3)

Do you still have tonsils? Yeah, wtf is up with that!? I've had so many organs removed. Yet, I still have these shitty guys and I have a habit of getting strep every fucking year. TAKE THEM OUT!

Would you bungee jump? 20 yr old adrenaline junkie me, yeah. My now? BAHAHAHAHAH not for a million dollars.

What’s your favorite breakfast? Refer to question 4.

Do you untie your laces when taking shoes off? I'm supes disabled, so I actually have elastic laces!! I can slip in and out of my shoes without having to tie up laces. Honestly, such a great accessibility aid.

Favorite ice cream? cookies and cream ice cream sandwiches

What’s the first thing you notice about a person? Mostly, I think I sort of gauge the likelihood of queerness and go from there

Football/softball? Rugby.

What color pants are you wearing? Pink

Last thing you ate? Just had some chili and cornbread I made! Winter comfort foods.

What are you listening to? [clever title pending] playlist, but specifically : Stop Desire by Tegan and Sara

If you were a crayon what color would you be? Cliche af, but cerulean blue

Tag You're It (no pressure): @gaelic-symphony || @unitchiefs-blackbirdphoenix || @phantomhag-666 || @doctor-whothefuckknows * If you don't like being tagged in these let me know :)

[stainlesssteellocust]

I know I’ve been saying I’ll update my Agnes Montague / Jack Barnabas happy ending fic for months and months now, but now a fixed laptop and the actual ability to write is on the horizon I’ve gotta set myself some targets and get the chapters cranked out.

People speculating about Agnes showing up in TMP puts me on edge, ‘cause if they joss my silly pairing I’ll be kinda sad (can always chalk it up to alternate universes tho). So I need to get as much content made as I can before TMP comes out.

I want at least 10 chapters of Firestorm done by the time TMP airs, along with the continuation of Boiling Waters that I promised to write forever ago. That way, whatever happens, I can go into TMP happy with the state of my stories.

For those not knowing what the hell I’m on about, I suppose I should advertise: I wrote a bunch of stories on Ao3 featuring Agnes, including two shipping her with Jack Barnabas, her short-lived boyfriend from Burning Desire.

I can’t link them Because Tumblr, but if you want to check them out they’re written under the pseud Merovignian (it’s misspelled on purpose bc the proper one was taken, I swear) and are:

The Firestorm and the Moth, a nobody-dies AU of Burning Desire where the tree on Hill Top Road never quite fell, and Agnes’ odd little dates with Jack deepen into a slow-burn romance. Ongoing, with six chapters at present. So far they’ve reached the ‘holding hands through very thick gloves’ stage…

The Boiling Waters of Asag, a Season 5 era fic complete with statement where Jon and Martin stop at a strange cafe in the burned-out ruins of Sheffield, and meet the Avatar couple that runs it. Jack/Agnes, if much more twisted than the fic above. Also Jon/Martin.

Also the one shots Before the Fire is Lit and Burnt Offerings, a pair of Agnes-centric vignettes. There are hints of pairings, but nothing major. They’re canon compliant, but could fit the above fics easily (if you ignore or creatively interpret the last line of Offerings to make it fit Firestorm, anyway).

So…yeah, if those are concepts you’re interested in, check them out! There’s lots of lovely fanart from Burning Desire and a lot of people like it, but relatively little fic, so I’ve decided to do my part in filling the hole. I’m not the only one of course, so if you do take a look, please also check out the pairing tag to see the lovely works done by others. Have fun!

[elfwreck]

Sort by today's choice of filters. (Might be based on word count, or a specific tag, or posted in the last six months, or whatever.)

Filter out anything that's incomplete. I may read WIPs, but only by authors I already know I enjoy.

For most fandoms, filter out crossovers. (Does not work with MDZS.) (Side note: I fucking LOVE crossovers. I do not love Kinktober "every chapter is a new story" things, and filtering out crossovers removes them.)

Filter out the tags "reader" and "reader-insert." There are people who love those, and I'm glad AO3 is there for them. I am not those people.

Usually: Filter out Omegaverse. Filter out G and T rated fics. But not always. Again, I'll read these - by authors who write other things I enjoy.

Sort by word count.

Now I'm at the "decide" stage. Read the summaries.

Skip anything where I notice grammatical errors or misspellings. If they didn't bother to clean up the half-paragraph that everyone is going to see before reading the story, odds are, the fic itself will have too many errors for me to enjoy it.

(I do not care if people are using proper grammar. I care if writing errors throws me out of the story. Unfortunately, the worst of these is punctuation around dialogue, and that's rarely included in summaries. But if the summary mentions "Tonys first date" or "five time's they kissed" or "Your going to love it"... I won't; I'm not reading it.)

I look for interesting summaries. I don't look at the hit count or the kudos count.

...I don't look at the additional tags, either; I have those hidden. And the warnings. In a lot of fandoms, I don't look at the pairings because the character names are like six words long and the pairings are hard to read and I DO NOT CARE; I'm looking at the summaries & word counts and that's about all.

(Is this where I mention how very, VERY happy I am that omegaverse is always tagged? I have yet to run across untagged alpha-omega shenanigans, and that's wonderful.) (There may be some that's missing it; I just haven't run across it. Very happy about this.)

After I've found an author I like:

Read their other completed works

Read some of their WIPs, maybe.

Check out their bookmarks and read the stuff they like.

Repeat with new author(s) from the bookmarks.

Another AO3 thing I’m curious about, how do yall decide if something is good enough to read? Usually I follow a rule of 1 kudos for every 10 hits. One because it’s easy math and two it’s yet to fail me. Thoughts? Do you just go for it and pray it’s good?

[enparallel]

getting to know you game

thanks @myrtlefics and @apricitydays-lazynights for the tag! I am only a gajillion days late so I hope you still want to knowwwww

Last song: Fool Me As Many Times As You Like, Daudi Matsiko

Favorite Color: happy with anything along the blue-green spectrum but specifically a very deep teal which still retains light. Jewel tones, earth tones, and assorted hazels welcome. No pastels. No beiges. No tastefulness.

Last film/show: To Catch a Thief, 1955. It was funny and the scenery's great but I would like to rewrite the ending.

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: yes please, many flavors

Relationship status: upon it a ring has been put

Last thing I Googled: "ian mcallen insults" looking for some knight shade and thankfully google is not mad I suuuuper misspelled his name

Current obsession: I'm more of a six pots on the boil at once kind of person even though that historically starts a lot of fires. I have a half-finished plant hanger dangling from my ceiling. I have a supposedly quick fun fic I'm trying to MOVE FORWARD??? I need to focus on my work because I feel like I'm getting better but also it takes so much time. It's getting to be good walking weather and Noisy Bird Times outside. I'm working out a costume for a party happening in a month. There's so much I'm greedy to read that I need a second brain to focus on intake full-time.

Last book: Hell Bent, Leigh Bardugo.

Looking forward to: I have about two more days of work reading before I get to determine my own course in in what I choose next. It's nearly spring. I'm seeing some great colleagues in a bit. I'm working on things I like and when I do that eventually they may reach another, better, form. JUST LIKE ME #META #mindblown #asdfjk;!

Typically I am also way behind on tumblr so who hasn't done this yet and would like to? @rainstormradish?

[kyupidos]

08/??/23’s delivery 🏹✉️ twisted wonderland

when they textヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ,ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ ;; summary. ‘when you’re not with them in the real world, how do they talk to you online?’

characters. ignihyde , diasomnia : idia shroud , ortho shroud , malleus draconia , silver , sebek zigvolt , lilia vanrouge ( separate ) ;; platonic . 🖇️ tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader may or may not be yuu ( up to the reader ), idk what social media app they’re using, lighthearted character slander, kinda long, crack fluff

📡 _a/n. finally updating after * checks watch * two or so weeks!! haven’t done a romantic in a while..should probably change that.

idia

— now, i decided to base these thoughts on their respective valentine’s day cards..and oh boy is idia a LOSER!! respectfully. maybe. this man is going full discordian mode when he texts you and honestly when he texts in general.

— you know that one friend who sends one text message and all of a sudden you have to spend an hour and a half trying to decipher their message because it has three grammatical errors, twenty six misspells and eight random letters mixed in there? even though it was a five word message?

— that’s him. ESPECIALLY when he’s texting you while he’s gaming, unless he chooses to voice call ( a blessing sent from heaven if you don’t want to struggle when communicating with him ).

— he’s just a fast typer, he defends himself while you wipe a single tear from your eye trying to figure out how “btw can you bring me some sweets?” turns into “n btwcan u like brjgn me sm swts n. stuff thxxx” ( but worse, because..it’s idia and he’s probably gaming if he’s asking you this question. also i purposefully avoided looking at my screen for that ).

ortho

— now i imagine his texts are significantly more normal and relaxed..unlike his BROTHER!! his texts to you are far more polite and he uses big words often, which is such bot behavior tbh. i know he struggles with captchas.

— but overall, he is indeed a relatively normal typer, a sweetheart as usual. i also imagine that he talks in more simplistic sentences as well, and doesn’t really do run-on, if that makes sense. it makes his text messages a little longer if he’s typing paragraph style, but otherwise he’s doing just fine getting the message across.

— now he is naturally curious and relatively attentive too, so he’s probably going to ask you about your own texting style. actually, he might try to implement your texting style into his, if he’s interested enough. it’ll probably only last for a week or so though, before he’s back to his usual kindergarten homework texting style.

malleus

— social media? nah..he’s “texting” you through carrier pigeon. be sure to keep your window open, because whenever he feels like it, he’s going to send you a scroll type of letter that details whatever message he’s trying to convey at the time, and it’s a throwback. a throwback to like..the medieval era.

— whenever he does send these letters, his dictionary of words is sophisticated and informative, not a single itty bitty detail left out. it sort of feels like he’s sending the prologue of a book to you, when he does this. i can imagine him writing it all down with a pure black quill pen, too. and i bet that the first letter to the first word of each letter is also in cursive and enlarged like in those fantasy books, for some odd reason.

— and he’ll send the longest message as well, and you might think that he’s describing to you the entire plot of a trilogy where each part is the length of the dictionary, but no, it’s to describe how upset he is that he had to eat an entire cake by himself, or that he’s sick or something. he’s like me when i’m writing an english essay..except he does it with no purpose to it.

— when you do inevitably send him a reply, he gets all excited too. even if he sends a letter that starts with “Dear friend, I write to you to tell you a tale of a most quizzical recent events that has affected me of late, that has stumped me to no end..” and all you reply with is a scroll and a carrier pigeon as well, and he opens it up only to see an enlarged “K.” in the middle with your signature at the bottom. yeah, he’s completely fine with that. makes him happy.

silver

— someone else who is normal with their texts, on the normal scale would probably be ranked by ortho, if not normaler. he’s just your average texter i suppose, other than the fact that every now and then he adds this really long descriptive word that you have to look up in the dictionary to understand, and it’s completely unexpected.

— he’ll send you a message, and it’ll go “also, did you see the others in class today? i found it odd, they were more lackadaisical than usual.” like. for no reason whatsoever. random big word. not too bad though, so points for him. also, i imagine him to type in all lowercase just like me. i don’t know, i just see him doing it.

— on that note of random things i see him doing, and also random things in general, i see him texting you, and then randomly telling you this fun little fact he happens to know about whatever the topic is. “would you like to stop be the equestrian club? a domestic horse can run up to thirty miles per hour, you know.”

sebek

— hard to say if he’s using a phone, or if he’s talking to you via carrier pigeon like malleus..but i’m leaning towards him using a phone. actually, he might do both, and it depends on how mood how you receive the message. but, let’s just talk about how he tends to talks to you on social media for now.

— but still, no matter whether it’s social media or carrier pigeon, he’s a relatively dry person sadly. when he texts you, it’s rather simplistic, though unlike ortho he does tend to do run-ons. i think the only thing saving him from being totally dry is the fact that he actually uses emojis. his favorite emojis..are probably “😡” and “👍”, and you can take a guess when and why he uses them.

— his messages might actually come off as a little mean every now and then, but i doubt he’ll even realize it 99% percent of the time unless you tell him, and he’ll try his best not to text like that again, but it’s hard for him to stray from his usual texting style..introduce him to tone tags, those are probably a life saver for him.

— he does forget to use them every now and then though, so he haphazardly adds them after he sends the message. don’t worry though, he’s learning and figuring things out! slowly but surely, slowly but surely. doing his best.

lilia

— the old man himself! unlike malleus and sebek, he is of course 100% using a phone. though nonetheless, that old age is not subtle at all, even if he is gaming..not like he’s trying to be, the idea of being subtle probably doesn’t even come to him. surprisingly, other than his old man text tone, he’s a relatively normal texter.

— and by relatively normal, i mean normal for when you’re talking to your grandpa who was there for when the telegraph was still a popular use of communication. except..he was there for forms of communication much, much earlier than that.

— he regularly uses somewhat outdated words and then right next to said outdated word is like, the latest social media lingo that was created like a week ago. a very scary combination of i do say so myself. he could be gaming with you and all of a sudden through the chat logs he’ll text you something along the lines of, “Though, i must say..his ass is NOT making it😂😂”. a jumpscare almost every time.

[floralcyanide]

The Extra || Austin Butler x OC

Chapter Ten (nsfw)

Pairing: Austin Butler x OC

Warnings: smut (minors dni pls), oral (f receiving), mentions of past pregnancy scare, mentions of m*sturbation/ use of toys, anxiety, a little bit of dirty talk but nothing heinous.

Word Count: 2574

>> super long A/N sorry but pls read!! first off I just wanna say that the fact The Extra has gotten 1k more reads on Wattpad since I last updated is literally insane. wtf. thank you all so much. it is also very close to 1k hits on ao3, which I'm super thankful for. I wanna mention that this chapter's smut is relatively tame compared to chapter six, so if you didn't want to read that chapter due to the graphicness of it, then this chapter is safe lol!! I know this chapter is fairly short compared to others, but I think what I wrote will suffice for now. I wanted to get this posted since it's been a few days. I'm still trying to get my creative juices flowing again. I hope everyone enjoys this chapter despite it being a little dry, but we're in between plot points, so nothing eventful is happening for now. also if the flow of this is weird (or if any of it is, really) I apologize, I didn't feel like reading over it sksks I needed to post something asap

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June 2020

To say I’m beginning to go insane is an understatement. I’m growing more and more frustrated by the day, and no matter what I do, nothing seems to help. I’ve been patient and understanding, but it’s been months. You’d think that Austin and I would’ve had sex again by now. But that isn’t the case. I usually don’t mind not having sex, but being in constant close proximity is challenging. We only get as far as intense makeout sessions nowadays. Nothing more. I know Austin has a drive because I’ll hear him in the shower getting off. I’ve offered to please him, but he just waves me off when I ask, saying he doesn’t need it. I’m beginning to think I’ve either done something, the false pregnancy scared him, or maybe he’s not sexually attracted to me anymore. I guess it’s time to put it to the test. I ordered a lingerie set a month ago for my birthday that I didn’t get to wear. It’s Austin’s favorite color, so hopefully, it’ll catch his eye, and I can get him to open up.

Austin is in the living room watching TV, taking a break from running lines, or studying Elvis. I’m in our bedroom straightening things up and putting things away. As far as Austin knows, I’m just making the bed and folding laundry. But I’ve now completed those tasks, and I’m wearing the set underneath a silk robe while lying on the bed. I open the robe up enough to where you can plainly see the lingerie. I decide now is the time to text Austin.

Can you come in here?

After a few moments, I can hear his footsteps approaching the door, and I almost feel nervous about him seeing me like this. It’s been a while since I’ve done anything extravagant for Austin. I hope this isn’t a mistake. He opens the door to the bedroom, not paying attention to me at first. A shocked expression comes over him when he looks up and locks eyes with mine. Austin furrows his eyebrows at me, taking cautious steps towards the bed. I stare at him through my eyelashes, running a seductive hand across my body.

“Like what you see?” I ask, breaking the silence.

Austin’s breath hitches as he nods slowly. I beckon him to me with my index finger, but he stays put. He seems nervous.

“What’s wrong, babe?” I’m a little concerned now. 

“Nothing,” Austin says as his voice cracks.

I scramble up from my lying position and immediately walk over to him, putting his face in my hands, “No, something is wrong. You can tell me.”

Austin keeps his eyes downcast.

“Austin, why won’t you make love to me?” I ask sadly, moving my face in a way that forces eye contact.

He finally does meet my eyes as he takes his lip between his teeth, “I can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t?”

“I’m scared I’ll hurt you or get you pregnant, and I know you don’t want that,” Austin says quietly.

“Why would you hurt me? If this is about last time, that was different. We were different,” I shake my head, “Condoms are also a thing, Aus. You don’t have to worry about that.”

Austin doesn’t respond, his eyes still on mine. Defeatedly, I pull my hands from his cheeks and tie the robe back closed.

“No,” Austin stops my hands, “You don’t have to do that.”

“What’s the point of showing off if you won’t do anything about it?” I frown, letting my arms fall to my sides.

“I like looking at you,” Austin whispers, tracing a finger along my jaw, “You’re beautiful, Ro.”

I avoid his eyes, quickly covering myself and tying the robe up anyway, “I understand if you’re still scared, and I’m sorry for this.”

Embarrassment doesn’t begin to describe how I feel. I know I should appreciate that Austin wants to look at me, but knowing I was nearly naked for no tangible outcome, makes me feel foolish. I should have figured he didn’t want to have sex no matter what I tried to do. I feel so inconsiderate, and I know it’s irrational, but I just want to hide. 

“You aren’t the one who should be sorry. I’m sorry for not giving you the attention you deserve. Because you definitely deserve it, baby,” Austin says as he pulls me to him by my hips.

Now it’s my turn to stay quiet with my eyes turned away. I don’t feel in the mood anymore, and it’s not like I need to anyway. Sex usually isn’t that important to me. Still, before we broke up, we never went for entire months without doing anything. And the last time Austin and I had any form of sex, it was rough, wild, and unexpected. Plus, we weren’t together and happy. Now that we are happy, not having a sex life makes me feel like I’ve done something wrong, as silly as it sounds.

“Did I do something?” I sigh.

“No,” Austin says with a serious look on his face, “You didn’t do anything wrong, Roman. I’ve just been so focused on the movie, and I’ve been worrying about possibly fucking everything up again. I’m sorry for not taking care of you.”

I nod, fiddling nervously with the robe string, “I understand. I just wish you’d get out of this weird phase of not communicating with me.”

“I worry too much about losing you,” Austin grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“You aren’t going to lose me. But please go back to telling me what bothers you before it becomes a problem, okay?” I say.

“Okay,” he says before running his thumb over my bottom lip, “My beautiful girl.”

Austin leans down to capture my lips with his softly, his hands holding my head and jaw. My hands rest on his chest as he deepens the kiss, tracing my bottom lip with his tongue. I let him in, allowing him to explore my mouth slowly. The kiss is hot and open-mouthed, and Austin wastes no time pulling the string to my robe. Without breaking the sensual kiss, he pushes the robe off my shoulders and lets it fall to the floor. Austin lets his hands slide from my head to my neck, then over my chest and down my sides. He grips my hips, drawing delicate circles with his thumbs into the lace. Austin latches his teeth onto my bottom lip and pulls it forward, opening his eyes to watch as he does. He lets go of it as a trail of spit connects our mouths.

Austin takes one of his hands from my hips and cards it through my hair, letting his fingers rest on my scalp. He grips my hair and pulls my head back slightly, exposing my neck. He leaves open-mouthed kisses along the column of my neck, leaving little nips here and there. Austin isn’t viciously biting me this time. The only sound in the room is his lips against my skin and my labored breathing. He brings his other hand up from my hips and slips a finger underneath the lacy bra strap, lifting it as far as it’ll go before letting it snap back to my shoulder. He then pulls the strap down, letting it rest against my upper arm as he repeats the same action to the other strap. Austin’s lips still haven’t left my neck, and they travel to my collarbone, edging closer to my breasts. He reaches behind my back and unclasps the bra, letting it fall down my back and onto the floor. Austin pulls away from my collarbone and starts backing me towards the bed. The backs of my knees hit the mattress, and I let myself fall onto it. I move up to the top of the bed where the pillows are, letting my head rest on them as Austin cages my body with his arms. 

“Now,” he smiles, his gold necklace dangling right above my face, “Let me make love to you,” he says, referring to my earlier question.

Austin resumes his sultry kisses on my collarbone, slowly descending to my breasts. He kisses the skin of them, avoiding where I want him most. I glide my fingers through his hair once he finally attaches his mouth to one of my nipples. Austin flicks his tongue across it before taking it back into his mouth, teasing it between his teeth. My legs involuntarily squeeze together at the sharp feeling, but Austin takes notice and spreads my legs apart. He focuses on the other nipple as his entire hand takes up my thigh, pressing his fingertips into it. He lets his body rest against the mattress between my legs. Austin busies his hands by twisting and pulling at my nipples as he kisses my stomach, making his way down the hem of my lacy underwear. I let out a small whimper at the overstimulation of my breasts, squirming a little as Austin runs his tongue along the skin at the edge of the lace. Before he continues further, he sits up and pulls his shirt off. I hurriedly drink in his body until he lays back down on his chest. Of course, I’ve seen him shirtless since we last had sex, but when we’re intimate, it’s something else entirely. 

Austin plays with the lacy fringe of my underwear, pulling it and letting it snap back much like he did with my bra straps. 

“Please,” I say, putting my hand back in his hair and running my fingers through it, “I need your mouth.”

“Getting tired of your hand, darling? I’m sorry,” Austin teases, slowly pulling the lace piece down my legs.

I can’t help but scoff at his comment, “My hand and vibrator can only do so much, you know.”

He looks up at me through his lashes, darting his tongue out to lick his lips, “As much as I’d like to see that, I’ll take care of you this time.”

Before I can respond, Austin takes his fingers and spreads me open further, his eyes taking in the sight of my glistening pussy. 

“So wet for me already, hmm? Been too long?” he smirks before spreading my slick around with his fingers and bringing them to his mouth to lick off.

“Yes, it has,” I say shakily, “Now, please stop teasing.”

Austin wastes no time flattening his tongue and licking a fat stripe from my entrance to my clit, moving his tongue back and forth against the bundle of nerves at an agonizing pace. He has one hand on my hip to keep me pressed to the mattress while the other one keeps me open for him. Austin makes a point to circle and flick my clit with his tongue slowly. Almost as if he wants to relish this for time lost.

“Missed how good you taste,” he says, lapping up the never-ending arousal that seeps out.

I throw my head back against the pillows, fisting the sheets and Austin’s hair. He traces the outline of my entrance with his fingertip, and I try to buck my hips towards his face to no avail. Austin’s hand is too heavy on my hip. Sitting up again, he pulls both his underwear and sweats down his legs, kicking them off the rest of the way. Before doing anything else, he moves over to the bedside table and retrieves the box of condoms I stashed months back. Austin rips one open with his teeth before pumping himself a few times, rolling the condom on. I watch as he drags his tip along my folds, gathering the slick before pushing into me slowly. His hands hold onto my hips, grasping them as he pushes himself deeper. I let out a cry of near relief at the stretch of his cock inside me. Finally. 

“Fuck, Aus, you feel so good,” I moan, biting my lip as I look up at him.

Austin’s hair falls into his face as he pulls out before thrusting back in, slowly gaining a rhythm. He lowers himself against my body, letting go of me and grabbing both my hands. He then puts our hands on both sides of my head, holding onto them as he moves his hips fluidly against mine. 

Austin leans down to kiss my lips, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” I smile before kissing back.

He thrusts at a different angle and hits a spot within me that sends me reeling, “Oh god, right there, Aus.”

Austin continues moving his hips in favor of hearing me moan when his tip hits the sweet spot. I don’t even have to let him know I’m close because he groans at the feeling of me clenching around him. He slams into me at a rapid pace, chasing both our highs. Austin kisses along my jaw and down my neck as his hips begin sputtering, the erratic thrusts sending me over the edge. My cries of pleasure cause Austin to release with a shaky moan as his hands grip mine. After removing and disposing of the condom, he lays down next to me and pulls me into his chest. He nuzzles his face into my neck.

“I’m sorry that took so long,” Austin jokes.

“Honestly, the build-up made it worth it,” I chuckle and wrap my arms around his, which are encircling my waist. 

“What do you wanna do for the rest of the evening?” he asks.

“I wanna just lay here for a few and then maybe practice some lines with you,” I say, “We haven’t practiced the scenes we’re together in for a while.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Austin buries his face deeper into my neck.

While I have time to think while lying in bed, I decide maybe I should tell the rest of the friend group that Austin and I are dating. I probably should mention that we already know each other too, unless they’ve caught on as Tom and Dacre did. Still, lying isn’t necessary anymore. If Austin and I showed up to set in a few months and had obvious chemistry, it would make people confused and suspicious. Yes, we did spend a lot of time together during these few months, but the chemistry we already had is incomparable to what a new relationship’s vibe would be. Austin and I definitely do not have the same feelings we had when we first met, and since we’ve gotten back together, our bond has gotten more intense. Mainly because we’re constantly with each other, so it would make sense to just explain our situation to those important to us. 

The rest of the evening is spent running through the scene where Elvis is in Priscilla’s bedroom in Germany. Austin and I are sitting on the floor by the couch, repeatedly going over the same lines until we get them just right. We have about four more months until Baz suspects we will resume shooting; however, he is particular about getting things perfect. So is Austin. Even with my boyfriend being picky about how things sound, he still asks me for advice on how to articulate a line or where to put emphasis on a word. If Austin still asks me for guidance on line reading after working diligently to become Elvis, maybe I am cut out for this actress thing after all.

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

🐰🎩NEW TRICKS🎩🐰

Prompt: Y/N decides to show Mr. Moxley some new tricks in order to certify him that he is still her number one

Word Count: Long

Pairings: Jon Moxley x Reader

Warnings: +18, oral sex (male receiving), angst, jealousy, cursing, praise kink

Tag: @jibbles26 , @bellalutionn

Notes: I’m a sucker for the power that blowjobs hold upon guys. Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories on my Masterlist and my newest story as a fixed post. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

“Hi doll, what you’re up to?” He smirks as he nibs my neck

“Just working. Why? Do you need something?” I ask as I remove my reading glasses

“I do, actually”

“What do you need babe?” I look up to his blue eyes that were filled with mischief

“You” He grinned

“Jon, I thought you needed something urgent” I chuckle

“I do!” He pulls me off my desk chair “I missed you so much” He cradled his face on the crook of my neck

“Jon, we’ve had sex six times yesterday and two times this morning, how can you physically still miss me?” I laugh “That’s like, 8 rounds in less than 24 hours babe! And you only got home yesterday”

“I can’t help it that you’re so fucking hot and looks so sexy all the time” He licks a trail from my neck to my lips

I look down to my current outfit that consisted in a comfortable pair of grey leggings, an oversized Korn t-shirt, Wilson’s crew socks, glasses, messy hair and no makeup

“I don’t think I look very sexy right now” I cackled

“Yes you do! You always do!” He pulls me closer to his crotch by my ass “C’mon Y/N, let’s do some fun nasty business, kitten” He slaps my ass quite vigorously

“Tempting, but I’ll have to decline it! Sorry big guy” I patted his chest

“Why?” He whined and stomped his feet like a little kid

“Because some of us got some serious work to do” I smiled fondly as I sit back in my desk chair

“But I wanna be with you! I need you and I want you now!” He pouted

“Jon, I promise you that once I finish this I’ll be all yours ok love?”

“No” He whines “Not later, right now!” He stomps his feet again

Yes, Jon Moxley can be quite the bad boy, but what a lot of people don’t know is that he’s also a fucking whining little baby! He gets an attitude over the dumbest reasons and sometimes this little scenario happens, where he thinks he can whine and pouts his way until he get what he wants. Sometimes it’s cute and charming to see such a big bearded man like him cause such a scene, but another times like right now it’s annoyingly frustrating, uncalled for and the last thing I need to get me even more stressed out.

“Jonathan, don’t start it! You’re not 4 years old! You’re a grown ass man in your 30’s, so behave as such” I turn to my computer and start to type my notes. After 10 minutes I can still feel his presence behind me, making me grow more nervous

“Jon, you’re not helping, my love” I said calmly

“I’m waiting. You said I would have you once you’re done so I’m waiting!” He bitterly said

“Won’t you rather wait in the couch instead? Meanwhile you can pick a movie for us to watch it later” I try to negotiate

“Meh, I’m perfect where I am right now, thanks for the concern” He huffed

*Oh great, what a fucking joy!* I thought

“This might take a while” I defeatedly said

“Don’t worry, I got time” Was his short answer

Fifteen minutes (and a stubborn Jon Moxley sitting on the floor) later I get a call from Peter, my coworker.

“Hey Peter what’s up?” I say holding my phone to my ear with my shoulder “What? Wait Peter, hold on I can’t hear you properly and I can’t stop typing”

“Well, put it on speaker then” Jon mumbled behind me and in my workaholic haze I did it as he told me, forgetting about one little small detail: Peter’s innocent (but also kind of annoying) flirting.

“Pete, can you repeat that again please?” I rapidly say while I type

“I asked when do you think you can send me the paperwork?” He chuckled

“Oh! Can you give me like....30 minutes?”

“I can give you whatever you want” He charmingly said

“Peter, shut up”

“What?” He cackled “It’s true you know, ask and you shall receive, my dear”

“I didn’t knew you were a Jesus fan” I mocked

“I’m your fan” I can hear the smile on his voice

“Whatever weirdo” I brush it off as I continue to type on the dashboard “Is that all you needed?”

“No, there’s one more thing that I forgot to ask you”

“Ok, shoot” I said

“When are you finally going to accept any of my nightcaps invitations?” Pure amusement filling up his voice

“Oh God send me to hell, fuck off Peter!” I jokingly said and hung up

I totally forgot the fact that Jon had heard that until his voice broke the silence

“So how long have you been seeing each other?” He rudely spats

“What? Seeing who?” I ask confused

He stood up from the floor, yanked me off the chair and trapped my body between his and the table.

“Your sweet boy Pete” he coldly smiles

I roll my eyes “Jon, are you really gonna take a guy like Peter seriously? He quotes Jesus to flirt! That’s nothing but pathetic and also slight disrespectful towards Jesus” I joke

“You think this is funny? What if you caught me flirting with a girl from work, how would that make you feel?”

“It depends if you’re gonna quote Jesus or not” I tease

“Y/N I’m fucking serious! Is this a joke to you? Our relationship is a joke to you? Am I a fucking joke to you?”

“My answer is no to all the above. Now if you ask me if I think that you’re overreacting then yes, I do”

“Overreacting? Really? What about all of the nightcaps invitations? Are you gonna tell me I’m overreacting about that too?” His voice starts to rise

“I don’t like your tone Jonathan” I angrily said

“And I don’t like you having an affair with your coworker!” He yelled

“Oh, so I’m having an affair now? Wow, I better accept those invitations then, if I’m going to hold the cheating girlfriend of the year award” I spat

“Are you having an affair with him?”

“How can you even ask that? You know me better than that Jonathan!” Now I’m yelling too, peachy just peachy!

“Well you didn’t answered my question though. Are you?”

“Of course not! What makes you think that?”

“You don’t wanna have sex with me, so where are you getting some? ‘Cause we both know you have quite the appetite for sex, I mean fuck, is hard even for me to keep up with you! You’re like a fucking machine!” He says

My eyes widened in disbelief “So just because I declined to have sex with you 30 minutes ago, because I have to work, I am suddenly a cheater? Or is it because I like to have sex more than the average women do that makes me a cheater? Wow Jonathan, I’ve never heard you say that when one of your male friends cheated. That says a lot”

“Says a lot about what?”

“Your sexist side. Or I don’t know, maybe it’s something else, maybe you are the one who’s cheating on me! So you’re mirroring your infidelity on me”

“Me? A sexist? Now that’s a joke” He laughs “We both know the things you’ve already done to me in the bedroom and trust me pumpkin, if I was a sexist I would never had let you go down that road, if you know what I mean” He measured me up and down “And even if I wanted to cheat on you, which is not the case, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t physically be able to since you knock my ass down every single time we fuck”

“I don’t hear you complain! In fact if I remember correctly you were the one who got in here wanting to have sex in the first place” I huff annoyed

“And I still do kitten” He gets closer

“Don’t touch me, jerk”

“You know how much it turns me on when you get all mad like that, right?” He tried to grab my breasts but I slapped his hands away

“Stop, Jonathan”

“What?” He leans closer, pressing his hardening bulge against my lower belly “Am I not good enough for you anymore? Do you prefer your boy Pete instead?”

“Bullshit” I spat

“Then show me, kitten” He whispers “Show me I’m still good enough for you” He makes me grab a handful of his erection “Show me that you still want me, that I still turn you on”

I pulled him down towards me by his neck, kissing him roughly, biting his lower lip quite harshly

“Hmm” He growls “My kitten is feisty, I like that” He smirks “I love when you’re a bitch to me” He laughs devilishly “Whatcha gonna do, huh?”

I forcefully open the button of his jeans, pulling the fly down and yanking the pants along with his boxer briefs down.

Jon put his hands up, in a surrender position. I lick my palm and close my fist around his cock, pumping it up and down.

“Yes baby” He moaned “Take it! Take what’s yours”

I kneel down and without thinking twice, I swallow his length until it reaches the back of my throat

“Fuuuuck! Y/N, baby...so good, you suck my dick so fucking good kitten! I love it, I fucking love it!” He moans and I push him further down my throat, swallowing around him

“Oh my fuck” He bucks his hips forward in surprise “How can you be so good at this?” He whispers, holding my hair back, so he can watch me sucking him off

“You look so fucking gorgeous sucking my cock baby. Fuck, look at that! Look at how well you take everything in”

I look up at him, hearing him continuing to praise me

“I love when you look at me...so beautiful with your mouth full of cock, so greedy for more aren’t you, baby?”

I nod, lifting his member up so I can lick the bottom half of his shaft, making him moan loudly

“You’re so insanely good at giving head! A fucking pro” He panted “The best head I’ve ever gotten”

I lock my lips around the head, sucking it hard to make him feel the pressure I know he loves, while my hands pump his length with a tight grip

“Oh yes, baby” Jon screamed in pleasure “Oh my fucking- Stop, stop” He moans with his eyes hazy in ecstasy, mouth in an ‘O’ shape as he bites his knuckles to prevent any screaming.

“We both know you don’t want me to stop” I smile, licking from the bottom of the head to his slit

“You’re gonna pay for this” His voice shakily says

“I wouldn’t threaten me if I were you baby” I smirked “I have other tricks that I’ve never showed you before” I whisper, feeling his length throbbing on my hand

“Other tricks?” He faintly whispered

I let go of his member and lay down on the floor beckoning to him.

“Come here Jon, let me show it to you baby”

Please let me know your thoughts on this? Feedback is always appreciated 🥰😘

[whatislifebesidesrehearsal]

-–Empty Blogs Are Blocked On Sight–-

Hey lovelies!

As you can probably tell, I post conversations from shows/rehearsals/theaters I've worked at.

But!

I am also taking your submissions! Have a weird/unusual/funny interaction? Please send it in! Submissions are not just limited to text, either. Videos/pictures/sound are welcome as well, I just don't post those myself. Additionally, I work on a queue and tend to mass prep posts, so it may take a bit to pop up.

If you don't have things to send in, but you've got questions about smth or just want to say hi, I am pretty much always down to chat about theater and theater-adjacent stuff, either through asks or dms, just don't be weird about it. (If I am not cool with your message, I will not respond and you may be blocked)

I do my best to tag everything right when I post it, but am by no means perfect. If you think I've missed something (or I've horribly misspelled something) let me know. I also will not shut up in the tags lol, so check those for jokes/complaints/more context. If you'd like anything specifically tagged, send me a message :)

Tags I use are under the cut:

The Fun Ones

the struggles of being short: I am short. This comes up a lot.

backstage bois: inside joke from a running crew i was on

flannel saga: they're lesbians harold (series of related posts)

bring your child to work week: this six year old can run the board better than i can, now with more children!

yee yee kids: (series of related posts)

chicken saga: fried chicken?????? idk this was a thing for like a day but i got a couple quotes from it (series of related posts)

movie night: deeply moving films that backstage could not keep a straight face about (series of related posts)

don't worry! it all gets worse from here!: an organizational train wreck experienced vicariously

glow in the dark frisbee: if I leave before having played this I will be greatly upset (series of related posts)

swedish fish: fun facts out swedish fish that may or may not have been discovered fifteen minutes to curtain

the fun family business: anyone ever tell you theater is a family? yeah. we are the toddlers.

The Topic Ones - more specific areas of theater relating to the post

theater tech: any type of technical theater

stage management: bow before the all knowing stage managers

theatrical lighting: lights (also tagged 'lighting')

theatrical sound: the sound board and related things

lighting/sound design: used with the last two when relevant

foley artists: live sound effects, as opposed to the sound board (i'm open to other suggestions on this one. another not commonly used)

costuming: costume department!

theater class: quotes from classes as opposed to shows

the pit: quotes from the band

improv: pulled from improv scenes

acting: i started this blog with acting quotes and it only took me five years to give them a tag oops

props: props to these people I never work with oof

children's theater: things to do with children and theater and children in theaters

the box office: quotes from the box office

front of house: quotes from the folks on the other side of the curtain

choreography: dance! dance! we're falling apart to half-time!

directing: its the directors!

the scene shop: stuff from the scenic department

scenic construction: sub-tag of the scene shop for the build-y parts

scenic design: sub-tag for the design-y parts

special effects: its the magic bit (recent addition, not used super often)

pyrotechnics: sub-tag for pyrotechnic effects

haunted house time: haunted house events (not commonly used, as I am no longer at the theater that put this on)

The Generic Ones -

not a quote: not a quote

ask and ye shall receive: asks

[word] mention: warning tag for things. I try to err on the side of too much, but I may miss things (tagged: death, animal, food, violence, drugs)

[show title]: posts having to do with a particular show (tagged: Medea, Kochenderfer's Dracula, Midsummers Night Dream, Crimes of the Heart, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, Schoolhouse Rock Live!, Into the Woods, The Hobbit, Rocky Horror Picture Show, Godspell, Stupid Fucking Bird, Arsenic and Old Lace, A Little Night Music, Oedipus At Colonus, Wizard of Oz. Elf: The Musical, I will not be tagging this cats)

submission: what it says on the tin

reblog: yeah.

techblr, lxblr, smblr: hi folks!

The Old Ones - a lot of my older posts are tagged with these, but I don't typically use them now

rehearsal

costume crew

tech crew

[moldisgoodforyou]

james and julia

this is for u james anon :) also let’s hope the tags work this time lmao 

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“What’s up with the boys lately?” Julia asked Sophie after a stall in their conversation over ice cream. The six of them hung out occasionally, mainly when they went out, and Sophie loved the way they all fit together so seamlessly. She easily fit in with the boys and Rafe could hold his own hanging with the girls (probably thanks to his sisters), so it was no surprise that all of them together was always a fun time.

“Hmm. Nothing special, really...oh, James is getting back to dating. I did a complete overhaul of his Tinder the other day.” Sophie told her.

“Back to dating?” Julia cocked her head.

“Yeah, and his girlfriend broke up after three years a few months ago. Something about her not being able to handle long distance anymore, I don’t know. He took it pretty hard. Obviously.”

“Poor guy.” She commented, sitting back in her seat, thinking.

Sophie rolled her eyes. “Yeah, and my idiot boyfriend suggested he needed to get over her by getting laid.”

Julia snorted. “Lovely.”

“Right? Anyways, James went on a date after like a month and I’m pretty sure he came home and was miserable for a straight week, so I’m glad he’s kind of moving on. I don’t think the guys ever really liked her, but you know how stubborn people can be about high school relationships.”

______

After that conversation, Julia swiped through her Tinder that night, more purposeful than ever. It didn’t take long for James’ profile to pop up, and they two matched right away. She sent him a teasing message - funny seeing you here - then immediately cringed at her choice of words. James replied with an equally teasing tone, and the two texted for a while that night - and two nights following.

The group all went out that weekend and there was an awkward tension between Julia and James, but Sophie couldn’t quite place why. Instead of being the class clowns of the group like normal, they were both unusually quiet, not really contributing to conversations. When Sophie leaned over to Rafe, whispering her observation, he furrowed his brow, not having noticed a single thing.

“I’m gonna go get another drink, anyone want something?” Julia asked at the end of the night, raising her empty cup. “Yeah, I’ll come with you.” James stepped up, following her through the crowd to the bar. After they both ordered their drinks, standing shoulder-to-shoulder so they could fit in the tightly packed space, he broke the silence first. “So.”

“So.” Julia echoed, raising her eyebrows.

“Can I take you out?”

“That’s awfully forward of you.” She commented, smirking.

“Sorry, out of practice.” He offered a cheeky grin back. “Dinner tomorrow night? At that Mexican place on ninth, I’ll pick you up.”

“Sophie’s gonna kill me.”

“That’s not an answer.” James nudged her arm with his elbow playfully, sliding cash across the bar to pay for both their drinks. “And Rafe will probably kill me too, but hey, at least we’ll go down together.”

Julia hid her smile in her cup as she took a quick gulp, more for confidence than anything. “Or we could get out of here now. It’d probably take them a while to notice...”  

“Now who’s being forward?” He smirked, then glanced over to where their friends were, blissfully unaware. “We’ll have to -”

“Go out the front, I know. Yours or mine?” She grinned, taking another long drink and willing herself not to shudder at the cheap vodka.

“Mine, I’m closer.” He knocked back the rest of his beer, then offered his hand. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.” Julia nodded, accepting his hand. “I still want that date though.”

He laughed as he leaned closer, making her shiver as his lips brushed against her ear. “You got it.”

Meanwhile, Rafe and Sophie were starting to get suspicious. “What do you think they’re so held up for?” She asked, pulling out her phone to text both of them separately. Rafe shrugged. “Friday night, we know it’s always packed here.”

“Ahh.” Sophie nodded in recognition, showing the group her phone with individual texts from each of them with a half-assed reply about meeting someone. Allie grinned. “You think it was that guy on Tinder she keeps texting?”

“Maybe. Wait, is this the first time -?”

“Hell yeah it is.” Rafe grinned, high-fiving Colin and Sophie rolled her eyes. “Well, good for him, I guess. Hope it’s a nice girl.”

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The next night, both Julia and James were getting ready for their date at their respective houses. Julia had refused to spill any details, claiming ‘a lady doesn’t kiss and tell’ when Sophie begged for the story. Colin and Rafe had snagged a few cupcakes and spare gel icing from the house chef, eloquently writing Congarts on the Sex - misspelling and all - as a present for James. He had laughed and snapped a photo, but didn’t tell much, just that it was a fun night and she left right after.

“Skirt or the jeans?” Julia held up both options with her turtleneck sweater, glancing in her closet for shoe choices.

“Depends on what sweater you’re going to wear.” Sophie stood and started rifling through her closet, shaking her head as she pushed multiple hangers over.

“What do you mean! This sweater is fine!”  

“Yeah, for church, not a date with someone who’s already seen you naked!” She retorted, pulling out a v-neck sweater instead and a sleek leather skirt. “You want this, with the white boots. Trust me.”

“You’re the worst.” Julia grumbled, but took the clothes and changed anyways. “Should I curl my hair?”

“Hm...no. Not worth the effort. Are you planning on hooking up with this mystery man again tonight, do I have to go to Rafe’s?” Sophie handed her a lipstick to match the outfit.

“Um - uh, probably not -” Julia stuttered, racking her brain for a solution. “You know, when was the last time you two went out?”

“We went out last night.” She raised her eyebrows. “Are you nervous?”

“Going out with all of us doesn’t count. I meant on a date.” Julia took a breath, pleased with her distraction, and smoothed the color over her lips.

“Um...” Sophie trailed off, thinking. “A couple weeks, I guess, I’ve been busy. Where are you going, Rafe and I will go and stake out the date for you.” She grinned. “We’ll be subtle, I promise.”

“You and Rafe have like half an ounce of subtlety between you two, combined.” Julia snorted. “Make him take you to that new restaurant, the one that was in the student paper.”

Sophie thought it over for a moment, her smile faltering. “It’s kind of expensive.”

“Your ability to forget your boyfriend is rich is impressive.”

“Jules.”

“I’m serious! Plus he gets so excited when he can take you out, it’s kind of adorable.” She pressed. “It’s not like you’re doing anything else tonight.”

“Yeah, he kind of does.” Sophie agreed - Rafe loved spoiling her as often as possible, even though she was still getting used to it. “Can I at least get his name?”

Julia had prepared for this question, at least. “It’s Jack, and no, you don’t know him.”

“Ugh, a J name.” Sophie shuddered jokingly, shooting a text to Rafe.

“Yeah, his only downfall.” Julia laughed, albeit a little forced as she thought of the main reason the two of them were probably doomed.

___

Meanwhile, Rafe was hyping James up for his date, blasting rap music way too loud as he ironed his clothes for him. (“Because no one fucking appreciates a well-pressed pant around here,” Rafe had argued, snatching James’ wrinkled clothes out of his hands.) “You kind of did things backward with all this.”

James shrugged. “Guess so. It was her idea.”

“The date or hooking up?”

James grinned as he accepted his freshly ironed shirt from Rafe. “Hooking up.”

“You should be careful though, you know? I mean, you shouldn’t launch into all this so quickly, take it easy.” Rafe told him a little warily, just wanting the best for his friend.

“I know, I know, it’s casual.” James reassured him.

“So...are you gonna need the room? It’s kind of early for dinner.”

“Uh...I mean, I’m not sure...”

Rafe’s face lit up as he received a text from Sophie and he eagerly shot back a reply. “Never mind, looks like I have a date night tonight too. Where are you taking this girl? If you’re going to that new place, I’ll see you there.”

“No, just the Mexican restaurant on ninth. Not pulling out all the stops.” James laughed, shaking his head at Rafe’s sudden mood switch. “Sophie’s got you wrapped around her little finger.”

“I...yeah, probably.” He decided against a rebuttal. “But she’s finally letting me take her out on a nice date, for the first time in ages, so I’ll take it.”

“Didn’t you go to the art museum downtown a couple weeks ago?” James asked, grateful for the conversation topic changing.

“Yeah, and it turned out she had to go for one of her classes and do a few sketches. I swear she can’t go three seconds without being productive.” Rafe shook his head, though he smiled fondly as he talked about her.

“Fucking simp.”

“C’mon, you’re the romantic, you know it’s love.” Rafe grinned and James rolled his eyes as he grabbed his keys and headed out the door. “I’m leaving, have fun.”

“You too! Text me if I have to go to Soph’s!” Rafe called after him.

_____

After Rafe and Sophie’s dinner, Rafe insisted on taking her to a swankier bar downtown by the restaurant instead of their normal college spot. When she paused, calculating in her head and reaching for her phone to check her budget app to see if she could swing expensive cocktails, he grabbed her purse and slung it over his shoulder. “On me, angel.”

“Everything has been on you lately.” She protested, holding her hand out expectantly for her purse.

“Good, so it’s how it should be.” Rafe shot her a grin and took her hand as they walked down the street. “You should have brought the navy purse instead, the black kind of clashes with my outfit.”

Sophie snorted, giving in. “Didn’t think you’d be wearing my accessories tonight, my bad.”

“Ah, but you should never assume.” He pressed a kiss to her temple, glancing in the window as they walked to the door - and did a double-take, spotting James. “Hold on, is that -”

She turned and followed his gaze, seeing Julia opposite James at a dimly-lit back table through the bar. “Holy shit.”

“Do you still want to go in?”

“Yes, we’re going to go interrogate -” She tugged on his hand, pulling him into the bar as Rafe leaned back. “Soph, maybe we shouldn’t -” He hissed, but she ignored him, walking right past the hostess’s stand.

“Ma’am, all our tables are reserved -” The hostess called toward Sophie, but Sophie turned on her heel and shot her a sweet smile. “That’s alright, we’re meeting friends.” She tugged her hand out of Rafe’s and strode over purposefully as he followed quickly behind. Once she made it to their table, she just stopped short of slamming her hands on it, both the drinks rattling a little.

James glanced up with nothing but fear in his eyes. “Oh, Sophie, nice to see you here -”

“What the hell is going on here?” She demanded, shooting glares at both James and Julia. James slunk back a little in his seat, while Julia just winced.

“Actually, yeah, I’d like to know too.” Rafe chimed in, sliding into the booth next to James as Sophie did the same.

“I told you they’re both off limits, James.” Sophie pointed an accusing finger at him. “Did you somehow forget my one rule? Literally just one?”  

“To be fair, you don’t speak for me -” Julia started, only for Sophie to whirl on her. “You! You were being so sneaky when you normally spill every detail - I should not know how big every single dude you’ve hooked up with is -”  

“Wait, you two hooked up? Julia’s the mystery girl?” Rafe made the connection a moment too late, then threw his hands up in exasperation. “Dude!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” James apologized quickly. “But if we’re pointing fingers, it was her idea -”  

“James!” Julia sighed, shaking her head. “Oh my god, I knew this wouldn’t work.”

“You said we could keep it a secret!”

“Not from fucking Sherlock over here!” Julia snapped, jamming her thumb toward Sophie.

“Was it worth it?” Rafe interrupted the argument, stepping on Sophie’s toe gently to hopefully put out some of the flames in her eyes. She only kicked him in the shin in response.

Both James and Julia shared a glance, debating their answers. “Honestly?” She asked.

“Yes, honestly.” Rafe nodded, sending a warning look to Sophie to keep her quiet.

James hesitated, not wanting to hurt Julia’s feelings. “I mean, I think you’re really nice -”

“Yeah, and the sex wasn’t bad -”

“Oh my god, please don’t even start there.” Sophie mumbled, her face twisting at the thought of her friends together like that.

“And I think you’re pretty -” James started again.

“But there’s nothing there.” Julia finished for him, offering him a quick smile. “I think we’re perfectly fine as friends, but that’s it.”

James nodded in agreement, relieved she felt the same. “Yeah, exactly. No hard feelings.”

Sophie let out a slow exhale. “Alright. I mean. You’re sure? Because if there’s really something, I can, like, chill out. Probably.”

Rafe smirked. “I’d say your entrance here contradicts that.”

Julia laughed, breaking the tension. “I’m sure. We were just talking about his ex before you interrupted, so I don’t think anything’s going to happen.”

Rafe shoved James’ arm, shaking his head. “That’s the one topic I told you to avoid.”

“We actually were having a decent conversation, if you two don’t mind? The least I can do is get you another drink, Julia.” James laughed, pushing him back aimlessly.

“...Fine.” Sophie stood, shaking her head. “Just as friends, though.”

“Just as friends.” Julia promised, sending her a grateful smile.

As Rafe and Sophie left, he let out a loud laugh as soon as they exited the bar. “Jesus Christ, Sophie. James looked like he was about to piss himself, he was so scared.”

“Good! She’s off limits! I warned him!” She exclaimed.

“I know, it’s like incest.” Rafe shuddered and slung his arm around her shoulders, walking with her to find another bar. “But hey - you think Allie and Colin might be a good match?”

“Rafe Cameron.”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!”

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Mob Boss Rafe

Blurb: Mob Rafe celebrating your birthday

Warnings: mentions of drinking, a couple of sexual innuendos very little though, probably misspellings what else is new.

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Rafe doesn’t celebrate your birthday on just your birthday

he celebrates it throughout the week because he’s so in love with you

when you go to bed, he grabs your phone and looks through all the apps you have that are shopping related and he goes through your wish list

he knows your sizes when it comes to clothes but he knows how much you don’t trust online shopping

so he does the most logical thing in his mind which is read the reviews and then pick the two sizes that seem most likely to fit

he gets excited and shocked when he see’s lingerie on your wishlist and you know damn well he added it to cart with a smirk on his face

he’d order the things online six months in advance cause he’d be scared they wouldn’t show up

and if something got lost in the mail, he’d be pissed

you’d ask why he seemed so grumpy and he’d lie because he didn’t want you to know he ordered your presents six months early

throughout the week, he takes you on little dates or to your favorite places

like one day, you might be out on the water the entire day, the next you might be at your favorite restaurant. Ya know, cute shit like that

there’s always a spa day for you though in the middle of the week

we’re talking massages, facials, manicures, pedicure, the whole nine yards

“Rafe, you don’t have to. Seriously. I don’t need all this fuss. I just need you and the dog. Thats it.”

“I know you don’t need it babydoll but you fucking deserve it.”

the actual day of your birthday, you’d wake up to Rafe peppering your face with kisses and your favorite flowers on your night stand 

he’d sing happy birthday to you very quietly as he laid next to you.

“Can we just spend my birthday in bed?”

“But then all my planning would go down the drain. Besides, I think you’ll like what’s gonna happen after the party.”

“I swear to God Rafe if it’s like last year and you make me go at least three rounds with you-”

“It’s not, I promise.”

You had to work on your birthday but it was just a noon shift so it was fine and that gave Rafe and everyone plenty of time to set up

When it came down to it, he was a perfectionist

making everyone move one thing to five different places before having them return it to the first place it was at, getting 8 different colored napkins to see which one went best with the theme before sending someone to go pick up more of that color

 the bar had to have alcohol you wouldn’t like that much because he didn’t want you plastered that night

he even made sure everyone knew you were allowed 3 drinks that night

boring we know but he had a reason

When he got home, you were already there, trying to figure out what to wear

“Do we have to go?”

“It’s only a two hour party, for you might I add, and then we come back here. It’s not even going to go on that late. 8-10.”

Rafe would then walk over and slide everything to one side of the closet to reveal the dress he bought you for today’s occasion

oh and the heels

you’d grab it and look for the price tag but Rafe took it off and burned the receipt cause he knew you’d yell at him for spending so much money on you

A quick kiss and a 'you didnt have to' later, you were in the bathroom getting changed

The minute you came out, Rafes jaw hit the floor

"I know what you're thinking Rafe and no. No quickie before or during the party. "

Rafe would cross his arms and pout, causing you to boop his nose

"Come on party boy, since you're so insistent on going."

When you actually got to the party and into the club he rented out, you would just shoot him the DIRTIEST look

"You need to learn how to manage your money," "I do not." "I can't wait for your bank statement to come in the mail so I can beat your ass after I read it." "Wow. Napkins and streamers. So expensive. "

When you went to send him a glare for the sarcasm, he kissed your nose, causing you to laugh

"Cant be mad now. Thats the rules."

Youd just look at him and respond with "Bet," before walking away, weaving through people to try and lose him in the crowd, laughing as you did

Rafe would be right behind you though because he's got long legs and people part like Moses parting the Red Sea when they see him

Next thing you'd know, you were hiding behind Zeke turning him to put him between you and your boyfriend

"Zeke, move."

"I'd love to boss, i really would, but her grip is solid."

Rafe would finally win, pulling you towards him to dance to In Da Club by 50 Cent

Halfway through the party, the cake would come out and you swore at your boyfriend at the size of the cake

"What? Really? Pissed about me ordering a cake big enough to feed everyone?"

You just rolled your eyes as everyone started singing Happy Birthday

While everyone was eating cake, Rafe walked up to Zeke and nudged him, nodding towards the door.

"Can't I finish the cake first, boss?"

"You have 5 minutes to finish that slice."

"You underestimate me boss. It'll be gone in 2 minutes tops."

It actually took Zeke a minute and a half.

You'd see Zeke and Rafe leaving and you'd make your way through the crowd because you'll be damned if you gotta be at a party that you didn't even want in the first place without Rafe

"Where are you going?" "We got business babydoll." "Business?" "Yeah. I'll be back. I promise."

You looked at Zeke and he just shot you a look that said 'leave me out of this'

After the party ended, Rafe was not back and you had to call an Uber.

You'd walk into the house ready to rip him a new one

"You better have a real good excuse for pulling this shit, Cameron!" You'd yell from the entrance way as you kicked off your heels.

You'd peek into the living room to see a fort set up and you bit back a smile as you approached it

You'd look in to see all your favorite snacks and drinks and your presents with YouTube cued up

"So...good excuse or am I still in trouble?" He'd say from behind you

"I mean, i guess it's good." Youd smile as you turned towards him

"Wanna watch people shit themselves as they play horror games?" He'd throw your pajamas his shirt to you as you nodded

"So this is why you and Zeke left."

"Yeah, the dude can make one hell of a fort."

~~~~~~~

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Paradise Lost

**Trigger Warnings**

DARK DARK DARK

-NSFW/Mental Health/Violence/Rape Minimal fluff if any at all tbh.

***If you are sensitive to any of these please do not read.

Pairing: None

Word Count: 2,583 (I struggled with this chapter. Not sure why.) 

**READ WITH CAUTION**

Excuse any grammatical errors or misspellings.

This will be a six part series. I do not have a timeline for when I will post. (I’m a mom & work full time)

Disclaimer: Riley Brooks & Liam Rhys belong to Pixelberry. All other characters in this chapter are mine. 

Thanks to @texaskitten30 for beta reading this chapter for me. 

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Katherine Riley Brooks Vanderbilt lived a life others would envy. Her family had been written about in American history for decades. She attended the best schools money could buy. Her family frequently vacationed all over the world. To the world Riley was an heiress that lived a life most would or could only dream of. But not all was as it seemed. The tabloids painted her family in a light that no one would even imagine the horrors that really took place behind the eight foot walls that hid their sprawling estates. Riley didn’t have an easy life. Money didn’t cushion the multiple gut wrenching blows she suffered from her tyrant father. Trust funds didn’t fill the hole left by her absent alcoholic mother. Sisterly bonds was a fantasy. 

16 year old Riley

“Let’s go Mia. We have to get to the airport.” Riley was standing in her younger sister's dorm room waiting for her to pack her suitcases for their holiday trip with the rest of the Vanderbilt family. “I am. I am so excited to see Dad. I haven’t seen him in so long. Are you excited Kat?” “Um yea whatever Mia.” The sisters headed to the car waiting to take them to the private jet of one of their father's business partners. They arrived at the tarmac and realized they were no longer in the custody of their father's security detail. Riley knew this wasn’t going to be a run of the mill vacation. 

It had been two years since the death of her mother. Two years of boarding school away from the horror of her father. Riley dreaded the holiday but was excited to see her younger brothers. 

The jet finally touched down in Switzerland. Riley looked at her younger sister. Amelia still has the youthful twinkle in her eye as she looked out the cabin windows at the sparkling snow beneath them. Riley had lost the innocent twinkle. Maybe she never had it. She had been parentless as long as she could remember. Her father didn’t greet the sisters at the private airport. Nor did he greet them when they arrived at the estate they would be staying at. Instead a short plump woman with dark auburn hair and hazel met them at the estate. 

“Katherine and Amelia, I presume?” The girls nodded their heads. “Very well, follow me and I’ll show you to your wing as per Sir Vanderbilts request.” They followed the woman, who never introduced herself, to their rooms. Opulence was something they were used to and it didn’t faze them at all. “Your father will be joining you Katherine in your room shortly to discuss a few matters at hand.” 

“Katherine, it's nice to see you. And you look lovely in that dress my dear.” Riley’s father hissed as she walked into the sitting room of her suite. “Father” she nodded avoiding eye contact. He kept his eyes locked on her and her long, shimmering emerald dress. Her father always insisted they dress their best in his presence no matter the occasion. “Have a seat. We have much to discuss.” Riley seated herself across from at the small table. “I would like for you to join me on my hunt this weekend. It’s time I teach you all to be true Vanderbilts and how we maintain our power among the others in our world. Money does not equal power.” 

“Power is forcefully taken, yes I know, Father.” Riley rolled her eyes. Suddenly Riley felt a force knock her out of her chair. She hit the marble floors beneath with her a force that knocked the wind out of her. “It will do you well to remember your place Katherine Riley Vanderbilt otherwise you will see what happens when someone disobeys me.” Riley felt the warm, copper taste of blood in her mouth. “I would say ask your mother,” a sinister smile emerging on his face, “but it seems you can not.” Riley stood and dabbed a napkin against the corner of her mouth, she smoothed her dress and took her place in front of her father. “There will be other friends in attendance as well on our hunt tomorrow. As I am sure you are aware, you will be in charge of keeping the other children on their best behavior.” 

“Father, may I ask, what will be hunting tomorrow?” 

“Who, Katherine, who?” Edward stood from the table, “I have spoken with the others. Amelia seems especially eager. Tomorrow will be momentous. Tomorrow will show me who will be the successor to Vanderbilt Enterprises.” 

Riley didn’t sleep a wink that night. She had no idea her younger brothers, Neal and Eddie were there. She hadn’t seen them yet. It had been six months since she had seen them last. 

The next morning, Riley woke and dressed in her riding gear and went down for breakfast. When she made it to the kitchen, she spotted her siblings and her father all having breakfast. Riley noted how unusual this was. “Riley!” Cornelius screamed and jumped from the table to hug her. “Hey Neal! How are you? You have grown so much since I saw you! How has school been? 

“ENOUGH” Edward bellowed at the children. “Sit down both of you.” A flash of fear passed though Cornelius’s eyes and he went back to his seat. They finished their breakfast without so much as another word nor a glance at each other. “You’ve never taken us on a hunt before Father, what game may I ask will we be hunting today?” Amelia asked. “Today will be a turning point. It’s not about the game we hunt per say it’s about the power you hold over your prey. In this world only the strong prevail. Kill or be killed. Succeed or fail.” Edward said matter of factly. “You will do exactly as I say without showing weakness, now you all may follow me.” 

The children all followed their father to the stables on the grounds. They each mounted their horses and trotted behind their father until they reached a large,log hunting cabin deep in the woods. The tree canopy was so thick sunlight barely reached them. Riley felt a cold shiver down her spine as they made their way into the cabin. It was nearly lunch, but the smell of cigars and scotch...and something else but Riley couldn’t place the odd smell, made her stomach turn. 

“Eddie” a large overweight man clapped their father on the back. “I see you brought an audience,” the strange man smirked. 

“It’s time to toughen them up. Show them how to be true Vanderbilts eh Brother?” Edward laughed, “meet your Uncle Astor Cornelius Vanderbilt Duke of Wellington kiddies. I think the youngest one here ought to call you Pop?” he winked. “You’re whore of mother sure did enjoy making you, boy.” Astor looked down at a 12 year old Cornelius. Eddie smirked, catching Riley’s eyes filled with tears threatening to break free. He fully intended to break her. If she were to inherit his fortune she would do it on her knees. 

She looked more like her mother everyday. He hated her for it. He hated her mother. He hated himself. All he wanted was for her to love him. She could never love a man like him. So he forced her. He forced her until he took her life. He became the monster he was meant to be. And if he couldn’t make her like him he would do it to her daughter. His daughter. With her eyes.

“You will all do as I say, without defiance or face the consequences.” Edward warned. “Amelia, Edward you’re with me. The others are with Astor. Let’s go.” Each group went through a separate door that led to a flight of stairs descending downwards to a large basement. The basement looked similar to a hospital or a morgue. Medical utensils were placed by a row of three hospital gurneys. Large fluorescent lights made the room bright. Too bright. The first the sisters noticed when they entered the room was the row of three cages along the wall. Three naked women were gagged and bound in each cage. Riley looked at her sister. Amelia didn’t have fear in her eyes. She had excitement. Riley felt the hair on the back of her neck rise. “Have a seat,” Edward gestured towards some chairs near the cages,” you will observe and listen.” Edward pulled a set of keys from his jacket pocket and unlocked each cage door. He stripped his clothes bare and placed them in a laundry bag. The girls, surprised at their father's nakedness, averted their eyes unsure what to do. “Power is taken, not given. We take what we want and we end those that oppose us. We end those that would deny us what we seek, isn’t that right my daughters?” Edward asked as he pulled the first woman from her cage. She was a petite brunette woman that Riley didn’t recognize. “This woman disobeyed my direct orders so she will face my punishment.” He said firmly. He tied the woman to the gurney in the center of the room. Her wrists were tied tightly above her head and her ankles were tied to each corner of the bed. She was blindfolded and gagged. “Father, what are you doing?” Riley asked, horrified by what was happening in front of her. “I said not to speak, do you defy by direct command?” He glared at Riley. “Come here girl” he said between gritted teeth, “You will help me, you will get first hand experience.” Riley felt the anger boil in her veins. “What did she do to deserve such treatment?” She snarled. “Do as I say or you can replace this bitch on the table. Your sister there is practically giddy, but you hold resilience, that will end today. She will be your victim or you’ll be mine.” Edward spoke barely above a whisper. Evil poured through every orpheus of his body. 

Riley knew it was her or him and she was too weak to do anything. There was no returning back. The innocence Riley had left was going to be extinguished. She would never be the same. She grabbed the scalpel from her father’s outstretched hand. Her hand shook uncontrollably as she gripped the scalpel in her sweating palm She closed her eyes. Turn it off Riley. You can’t feel or you won’t survive. Turn it off… She opened her eyes and looked at her father. Her eyes reflected his. She handed the scalpel back to him. “I do not need this.” She paced the instrument back on the sterilized tray. She climbed on to the gurney. She pulled the gag out of the woman’s mouth. “I want to hear you scream.” She said. Riley pulled the blindfold from the girl’s eyes. “I want you to look at me while your life drains from your body. From your eyes. From my life.” “No please stop.” The girl cried. Riley’s father stood astounded by her words. He recognized those words. But from where? “All I wanted was for you to love me, but no it was too much to ask.” Riley said. She slapped the girl across the face. She grabbed the girl with both hands on each side of her face and kissed her deeply. She pulled back and punched her in the jaw. 

Slap. Punch. Hit. 

The girl screamed in anguish. Blood covered her face and splattered all over Riley. Edward and Amelia moved closer and watched her awe as she beat the woman. Riley grabbed the scalpel and sliced the woman's breast as the woman screamed. You deserve to die. You disobeyed me. You fucked your way into my life. You fucked your way into my fortune. Riley screamed.

“Riley stop.” Edward yelled. Riley didn’t stop but looked back at her father. “Do you remember father? What you did to Mother? We’re not that much different after all.” Riley slit the woman's throat and watched the blood pour from her carotid artery. She stood up. Edward glared at his daughter. “How dare you threaten me? I grabbed Riley and threw her into the cage the woman Riley had murdered was previously. He locked the cage door. “You will watch. He pulled the other women out of their confines and strapped them to the other two gurneys. Come here Amelia, it's your turn. I hope you do not disappoint me.” “Yes, Father, I’m ready.” Amelia responded excitedly. Riley watched as her father and sister beat, berated and assaulted the women. She watched as they mutilated and destroyed their physical bodies. Hours later there was silence. Amelia and Edward were spent from the torture. Riley was horrified at what her sister was capable of. She was her father in every way. She was a skilled manipulator. She was a horrific and demented individual. “I have an idea Father, we should throw the bodies in the cell with Katherine for a while. Let her spend some time with our victims. One of them was her victim. Teach her lesson.” Riley spent three days with no food or water in a cell with three decomposing bodies. The smell encompassed her senses causing her to be sick. She knew she could never trust anyone again. Her own sister had turned against her. Become like her father. Maybe I am too. Maybe I am just evil. I. WILL. KILL. THEM. ALL. She wondered how her younger brothers were. If they were still alive. 

10 Years Later

Riley had remembered the three days she spent with her first murder victim. She remembered the taste of revenge she had when she murdered her Uncle Astor. Her father was forced to retire into hiding. Her sister had been in a mental institution for a lengthy amount of time. Self admitted of course. She believed it protected her from her sister by living in the upscale mental facility. Riley’s brothers both survived the traumatic experience they had suffered a decade earlier with their Uncle Astor. Eddie had moved on with his life. He never spoke of what happened. He and Riley became estranged. Cornelius disappeared as soon as he was able. He has suffered severe post traumatic stress disorder and had turned to the underbelly of New York City for his coping mechanisms. Riley had been searching for him. She left her position as chairman of the board of directors of Vanderbilt International, after she superseceded her father after his abrupt retirement five years ago on Riley’s behest. Rather her force. She maintained 51% shareholder in the company which left her majority vote. With her company firmly intact and well maintained it left her the freedom to search for her youngest brother. She was ready to save her family and rebuild what bonds she had left. She had found a job as a bartender in a dive bar in the heart of the big apple. It opened up connections to the underworld of drugs, booze and crime. She was getting closer and closer to Neal’s whereabouts until one night. The night she met him. The night his ocean blue eyes met hers. The night she had found her match. The man that was her equal. The man that had faced the pain unlike any other. The man that would kill for her. The man that held equal power. She ran the world. He ran a country. 

Her King. His Queen.

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A Night on The Train - Rover x Reader

Omg u guys... Everytime I see one of u like the second I post I cry a little inside... I'm almost to 100 followers already! y'all are so nice to me even tho i straight up ghosted u for like a month. Anyways here's a little something for Rover, because I think he's adorable and I NEVER see anything for him. This story is gjinka, so he's human here haha. Enjoy! And sorry it’s so short haha. -Author Jam You hurriedly got your feet, almost leaving your bag behind on accident as the train slowed to a stop in front of you, the warmth from the dying sun bouncing off the red metal. You decided to enjoy it while it lasted - it got really cold at night around here.  Slugging your luggage up into the baggage slot, you passed your ticket to the waiting man at the front - an old man with a curiously mischievous smile. His name tag said "Kapp'n", and you pondered whether that was actually his name, or he had just misspelled "Captain." Maybe he was the conductor? You noticed immediately that the train was a little more packed than you had expected - well, actually, maybe a lot more. Most of the seats were filled, where were you going to sit? As you trodded down the isle, haphazardly avoiding bumping into anyone, you heard something quite relieving. "Hey, you! There's a spare seat right here!" You hurriedly went to sit with the kind stranger. He had dark hair and odd red eyes. "Thank you," you said, flustered, and he merely nodded with a kind smile as you sat beside him, showing off pearly teeth. You were almost jealous.  "So," he said, leaning back with his arms behind his head, peering over at you with that same warm, thin-lipped smile, "Where are you headed?" "[Town Name]," You replied, and he gave you a grin. "Oh! I have a few buddies up there. But... That's a long way. Why're you headed up there?" he inquired and you shrugged your shoulders indifferently, "I'm moving." You said, fiddling with the zipper on your coat, which you had removed to feel the evening warmth. "Oh!" "Finally leaving the nest, huh?" he teased, and you laughed, nudging him as if you were already great friends who had known eachother for years. "You already know where you're living and everything?" He continued, and you chuckled, a little nervously. That had reminded you of something. "Well..." you started, bashfully, and he gave you a disapproving, almost motherly look. "You're seriously moving without even landing a place first? It'll be really late by the time you get there!"  "Ah, I know! ...maybe I'll just camp or something," you replied, and he only threw an arm around your shoulders with a laugh. "Oh, well. You seem like the type to figure these things out on your own. I'm sure everything will work out." This was oddly reassuring to you, even if he was a stranger, and you laughed with a nod. "What's your name, anyways?" you asked him, and he turned a little red, realizing he was acting all buddy-buddy with somebody he wasn't even on a first-name basis with. "I... Probably should have said that earlier, huh? I'm Rover, what about you?" "___," You answered, "My name is ___."  He chuckled, "___, huh? That's real nice. Kind of... Familiar sounding, too. I wonder where I know that name from." He replied, and you shrugged. "No matter... Oh, It's getting dark out already!" he exclaimed, taking an anxious peek out the window. "Huh, is it really all that late? Last time I checked the clock it was only, like, six PM." "Yeah... Wierd. Are you going to sleep anytime soon?" he asked, and you shrugged again, "Probably, if you don't mind, that is." "Not at all," he said, peeking back over his seat. People had already seemed to filter out, and the train had become mostly quiet. "In fact, now seems like a perfect time to do that. Here, get comfortable. I'll wake you up when we get there." He offered, and you frowned a bit, "Are you sure? Won't you get tired?" He laughed, "Don't worry - I've been here all day. Naps galore." he said, and you reluctantly leaned back, looking out at the sky. "Well... If you say so. Goodnight, Rover." "Goodnight, ___..."