#long awaited kiss

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Code Blue Ch.20- Scars and Souvenirs

Summary: Lee is out for blood. Ethan takes a hit. Britt gets an earful. Donna's called out. Lee races to find Josie. He and Gordon brawl. Lee has a breakdown. Josie tries to help him. AN ANTICIPATED MOMENT FINALLY ARRIVES.

*Warnings* Angst, language, violence, mentions of child death and car accident, graphic depictions,

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Chapter characters: Lee, Josie, Ethan, Gordon, Donna

Salem, Massachusetts

February 26, 2023

10 pm- The Metro Court

Lee changed into sweat pants and a casual shirt that he had brought there a few days earlier because he didn't know if you and him would end up spending the night at the hotel and then he rushed out to do damage control. His first target was Ethan, whom he found playing poker as if nothing ever happened.

"Get up. Now." Lee barked and walked over to the bar, poured himself a triple shot of whiskey and swigged it down. His eyes darted all around for you but you were gone.

"Hey man. I heard about what happened with Gordon running his mouth, I swear I had nothing to...."

"What the hell did you say to Jo! and don't you fucking lie to me."

"Ok, look. She started in on me, calling me a liar and a con, saying I was jealous and blaming me for the car thing, which again man, I didn't do it on purpose."

"You're not answering my question. Tell me what you told her, word...for....word."

Lee was becoming impatient as he pursed his lips and glared Ethan down.

"Geez, calm down man. I just told her that, well you know, you and me, the party and then I might have told her that she wasn't your girlfriend because you never said that she was....that you didn't trust her because you kept me a secret...and you know man, like she came along at a really shitty time in your life, you know, you're just lonely and stuff and that she was only temporary...and I don't know, like you never kiss her and I may have mentioned that you probably haven't had sex with her either...I was just being honest and besides man, she provoked me."

"Oh...is that all?" Lee sarcastically replied...and then hauled off and socked Ethan right in the gut.

"Ohhh fuck man. Why the hell did you do that??" Ethan asked as he coughed and gasped for air.

"If you really have to ask that question, then I did the right thing. Get the hell out of here and don't you come near me or especially Jo ever again."

"You don't mean that, we're friends man. We have been for a long ass time. You're going to shit can me over some girl you barely know??"

"I mean it with every breath in my body. Time means nothing. Loyalty means everything. Now get out before I physically pick your ass up and throw you out the door."

"This is bullshit man."

Ethan gave Lee an angry stare and then reluctantly walked out.

Lee found Britt and Amy still on the balcony and quickly checked with them about you or Gordon, but he only spoke to Amy...at least he tried to. Britt was still a sobbing mess and began apologizing to Lee again, which set him off.

"I don't want to hear this shit Britt. What the hell were you thinking??? All the shit you have given me for the mess I had become and look at you. Seems you need to check yourself. I mean, what was it Britt? You couldn't stand to see your best friend happy for once and wanted to ruin it because you're miserable?? What you and I did ONCE almost a decade ago meant nothing! and here it is, biting me in the ass because of your big drunk mouth. Well sweetheart, it bit you in the ass too and now you get to reap what you sow, just as I do. Happy now??"

Britt said nothing and took the scolding because she knew Lee was right and also had every right to be angry with her.

Lee stormed off, knowing he was just as guilty as Britt for concealing their past roll in the hay, but in the heat of the moment, he didn't feel one bit of remorse for blowing up at her.

He then searched for Gordon and found Donna chatting it up with one of the caterers.

"Hey Donna, if you got some time to stop fucking around on Gordon, do you think you could tell me where he is?" Lee snarked and then turned his wrath upon the man.

"Get lost pal and do your job. She's married, although I suppose you wouldn't know that because she most certainly didn't tell you and her ring suddenly disappeared after my brother did."

The man quickly left and Donna laid into Lee.

"What the fuck Lee. You don't tell me what to do."

"No I don't, but you're going to tell me where Gordon went or I'll tell him about this little display."

"Oh come on! I was only talking to the guy!"

"With no ring, that you had on earlier. Who's he gonna believe? He and I may be at war, but he knows my word is good any day over yours."

"Oh for fucks sake, I don't know where he went. He headed out the door shortly after that little barbie doll of yours did."

Lee gulped as an indescribable feeling of terror coursed through him unlike none he had ever felt before and then he bolted out the door.

He took the stairs, racing down them, just in case he might catch up to you. He didn't trust Gordon one bit in his brother's wasted and angry state, fearing what he might be capable of...that he may hurt you or...something even worse...all to spite him.

"Come on Jo, pick up, pick up!" Lee pleaded as he tried calling you, but it went to voicemail.

"Jo! Baby, I know you're upset but I need you to call me asap OK?? I need to know that you're alright. I can't find Gordon and he was seen leaving right after you did. Please Jo...I need to hear your voice so I know you're safe."

"Fuck!"

Lee's shout echoed through the stairwell as he hung up and kept going. He must have missed a step at least four times, falling on his ass before he got to the bottom. All he could think about is what Ethan told you and how that must have made you feel....and in a way, Lee felt guilty about that for holding back on you. Now he understood what you meant when you said words were important too.

Once outside, his eyes darted everywhere for you but no one was around, except a bellhop.

"Sir, sir!! Did you see a woman, long blonde hair, umm silver shirt, black short skirt, possibly a long gray coat on...drop dead gorgeous...eyes like the sunset...about yay high?" Lee rambled out of breath.

Lee held his shaking hand to his chest where he remembered the top of your head being when he kissed it. Realizing he didn't even know how tall you were put a lot of things into perspective for him. When he found you, he was going to make sure you knew exactly how he felt about you.

"Here...I have a picture."

Lee held out his phone with hope as he panted.

"Why yes I did see the young lady. She was crying and walking towards the parking lot wayyyy over yonder."

Lee closed his eyes in relief and smiled as his heart contradicted his reaction and broke for your sadness. He then showed him another photo.

"Ok, how about this man?"

"Yes actually, just before she came out. The valet brought his car up and he left."

Lee realized Gordon obviously took the elevator and got outside before you, and was now out there somewhere possibly stalking you, if he hadn't already found you.

Lee saw a car pulling up to be parked and he ran over to it, pulling out his wallet to bribe the guy to let him use his car, for he didn't have time to wait for his to be brought up. Luckily it was a young kid and Lee didn't have to try too hard.

"$500 right now to let me use your car. I swear I'll bring it right back. It's all I got in cash or I would give you more." Lee begged as he tried to catch his breath from his panic.

"Woah!! hey sure man!" the young kid reeled as his eyes lit up. "Just be careful with it. I just got it last week."

Lee smiled from ear to ear as he handed the kid five one hundred dollar bills and hopped in the car, peeling out as he sped off and ran over the curb, making the kid cringe.

"Bro, I said take it easy!" he shouted.

As you walked through the wide open parking lot, heading for the pub, all you could think about was all the ridiculous things you said to Lee. At least that's how you felt about it now...and it was all because you let that meddling Ethan get under your skin. If it weren't for him, or even Gordon, you and Lee would still be happily in each other's arms, dancing in the sky, literally...twenty stories in the air. It was crazy to you that your fear of heights didn't bother you when you were in his arms on that terrace but you almost had a full blown claustrophobic panic attack in the elevator with him by your side...and he saved you from it, unlike everyone else that would have just told you to stop overreacting. You contemplated going back and apologizing and kissing him right then and there in front of everyone, especially Ethan....but you couldn't face Lee after what you said to him, that he was an accident. Of course, you didn't mean it in the way Elizabeth had, but to Lee, it felt the same. The look in his eyes was still etched into your mind and you truly hated yourself...for as you had told him...words were important.

Your phone beeped so you stopped to check it. It was a voicemail from Lee but you had never even heard it ring, most likely due to the crappy signal from the entire day's stormy weather. Apprehension consumed you after listening to what Lee said about Gordon and hearing the fear in his voice that he tried to hide with his sweet tone. You immediately turned around and began walking back to the hotel, looking around with caution as you decided to call Lee back.

Gordon sat sunken down in his car in a secluded area of the lot, watching you and got out as you walked past.

You had just hit the call button as Gordon came up behind you.

"Hey!" he sternly said.

You screamed and spun around, dropping your phone.

"Gordon...w..what do you want?"

His beady dark eyes scoured your body from head to toe.

"I just thought you and I could have a little.....talk."

Gordon's discomposure was apparent as he stood before you, sweaty and trembling. You glanced down at your phone, seeing that the call was connected and went to reach for it.

"Leave it!!" Gordon angrily shouted, causing you to gasp and stumble back.

You could hear Lee yelling your name but it was faint.

"Gordon, I..why are you out here in the parking lot behind the hotel? W..where's Donna?" you asked, praying that Lee heard you.

"Not here obviously. It's just you and me now."

"Look, I don't know what you want or what your intentions are but you need to leave before I scream."

"What? No! Don't do that!" he snapped with agitation and came towards you.

Just then, a car came speeding in that you didn't recognize, in which, your yet again hero Lee got out and came rushing up to you.

"Whoa whoa hey! Gordon, you get away from her now. Jo, come to me, move away from this asshole!" Lee raged.

You quickly did as Lee said without hesitation and stood behind him.

"Asshole?? Really man? You're the one who tossed my computer off the fucking terrace like a some lunatic."

"Who's the lunatic when you're out here in the parking lot stalking my girlfriend with god knows what on your mind. What were you going to do Gordon huh??!"

Your eyes opened wide, hearing Lee finally call you his girlfriend, although you were sure he didn't even realize he said it in his anxious state of mind.

"Jesus christ, you're sick man! I wasn't going to hurt her! I just wanted to talk to her about Ethan."

"Haven't you done enough talking tonight Gordon?! You wanted to pay me back for the computer and you did it by shooting your mouth off about Ethan. Dad would be so fucking proud of you....all doped up at his party, in a loveless marriage with a money hungry cheating wife who probably talked you into drawing up those court papers that you gave me tonight of ALL nights. You made sure to come to the funeral, but where were you on his last birthday, or all the other ones before that?? Where were you so that maybe he wouldn't have had to live in a rest home when he got sick? I did it all Gordon, like fucking superman. The good son JUST like he told me I was."

"Don't you talk to me about Dad. What do you think he would think of his good son if he knew you had been with a man?? Oh that's right, he would still be fucking proud of you, because his little Lee did no wrong in his eyes. He gave you everything. You got it all man. The house, the trucks, his love and respect...even his fucking looks that you had to brag about at the funeral. I had one thing from him, one thing! I was trying to fix it and you destroyed it!!"

"I cannot believe you're standing here acting as if you cared about him...and over what...what?...a stupid little extremely outdated computer that no one even uses anymore? It was broken and worthless."

"You're broken and worthless and I'm gonna kick your ass!!" Gordon shouted as he walked up to Lee, pointing at him and then shoved him.

"Shut up!!"

Lee shoved him right back, knocking him to the wet ground and then began pointing and shouting at Gordon.

"You started all of this Gordon so now I am going to finish it!!"

"Lee, Gordon, stop!!" you yelled but your pleas were ignored as the two men scuffled around, entangled together like two pit bulls.

"Stop it man!" Gordon shouted.

Lee shoved Gordon off of him so hard, causing him to land on the hood of the car. Gordon had been clutched onto Lee's shirt as this happened and it tore open, revealing multiple scars on his chest and stomach.

Simultaneously, you threw your hand over your mouth and gasped as Lee stared at his body in horror, then you. Even Gordon was speechless as he stayed put, leaning on the car, for he had never seen Lee's scars.

Lees stood frozen and abashed, even frightened it seemed as his eyes welled up with tears, reminding you of how he looked when he had accidentally hurt you. Is this why he wouldn't get too close to you? You couldn't take it, seeing him so defeated, in such emotional torment so you went to him to try and cover his shirt back up.

"No, Jo...don't. Now you get to see the real me. Well, you've won again Gordon, humiliating me twice in one night, but that's what you live to do." he calmly said as he backed away from you.

"I..I told you to stop...I...I didn't know Lee..."

"Lee...please let me help you, let me take you home." you softly pleaded as you reached out for him.

He peered down at you as your own tears fell in nothing but love for him in that moment.

"They're from the accident...I don't remember...I don't remember anything after she grabbed the wheel..."

"I...I woke up in the hospital days later. The pain...I remember that. They told me I went through the windshield on impact....all because I wasn't wearing my fucking seatbelt...ironic huh? Yet I lived and Jacob didn't. Why? It should have been me."

"Lee please don't say that. It happened because Elizabeth caused it."

"She stood over me after I woke up, completely fine and do you know what she told me that plays over and over in my head? She said she only stayed at my side JUST so that she could tell me that I killed Jacob!"

"Lee stop, you don't need to do this."

"Oh but I do, because Gordon here made it happen in his jealous little rage. So now he gets to hear about it because you heard him, he didn't know about my superficial scars or the ones that lie beneath them...and why?? Because he wasn't around, just like with dad and yet he thinks he's fucking owed something from him and from me. Well you got something, right back over there on that sidewalk smashed into bits just like my life was. THAT'S your souvenir that you deserve and these are mine!" Lee raged as he opened his shirt up more so Gordon could see. "LOOK at them you coward!"

Gordon sat motionless, staring at the ground in shame, unable to look.

"Lee...please!" you cried.

"No Jo, I'm not done. This is what he wanted, to break me and now he's going to sit here and fucking watch me break like his stupid little computer! So look at me... you both need this just as much as I do."

"You wanted me to tell you things Jo...well now I am going to tell you. I know what Ethan told you tonight... and I...I need to fix that...I need you to understand how wrong he was and explain things about him."

"Lee no. You don't owe me any explanations about him, or anything else. I am so sorry for overreacting tonight. I shouldn't have let Ethan get me so worked up. This...this is not what I wanted. Please don't do this to yourself, especially not here in front of him."

"Isn't it what you wanted? You made it clear that I am not clear enough for you, which...you're right... so let me be clear! Now's a good time as any. We're all right here! It's time to see that life's no god damn fairytale."

His last words stung a bit, but maybe you deserved that after calling him an accident.

"Lee, I'm sorry man. Just stop." Gordon finally spoke.

"Stop what man?? Stop what you brought forth?? If you're sorry and you want this to stop, then recant the fucking lawsuit because you know damn well you don't deserve a damn thing of what you are asking for! You're not taking the farm, I'll tell you right now. I'll burn it to the ground before I let you have it. Freak accident from an out of control bonfire. It meant nothing to you. The only thing that means anything to you is making me suffer."

"Lee, that's not true....it's...it's Donna man. She'll flip if I do that."

"Oh that's right, she has your balls in a lockbox on her bedside table! You're pathetic....but I suppose so am I because I have been in your shoes with Elizabeth....and then there's you Jo. Something I have never experienced before in my life, something fucking good in the midst of all the bad, a burning ember in the dark, slowly pulling me out of that abyss that no one could ever do. One day I am just going about my same old fucked up daily routine, in no way looking for someone like you because I didn't believe anyone like you existed. I had given up on that dream a long time ago... and then I saw you...and everything about you threatens people, especially me."

"Your sassy spitfire personality, your beauty, your empathy, your unconditional gracious feelings towards me, the way you believe in things that are supposed to be impossible. You opened my eyes to that world and made me see the things I've seen that only you know about because you're the only one I even want to talk to about anything at all! I didn't know what was happening to me. You just came into my life like some whirlwind and knocked me on my ass. My lady strange...This was no accident like you said. Maybe...just for a moment...I believed in fairytales... I...I wanna believe that."

"Ethan...was a mistake that I chose to make. He wanted more. I didn't. I didn't tell you about him because I...I thought you would think differently of me, that I would lose you, not because he was something special like he made you think he was among all of the other things he said only to hurt you. I still should have told you and I'm sorry that you found out like you did. Only Gordon knew because he was there that night but now thanks to Gordon, now you know and so does Britt and Amy. We agreed to remain friends but now...I see that was a mistake too because he obviously wants more and I don't feel that way about him. I feel that way about you. I'm nuts about you. It's no accident? and when you told me that...I started to believe you didn't share those feelings."

You took his quivering hands into yours and gazed up into his tortured eyes.

"Lee...I swear on everything that I did not mean it like you think and I never should have even said it and I am sooo sorry that I hurt you. It's killing me knowing that I did and seeing you like this. I don't care about Ethan, I don't care about anyone else. I care about you....so fucking much. I DO share those feelings. This accident thing...I wasn't supposed feel these things ever again because I swore to myself I would never let it happen....and then you came swooping in....JUST like fucking superman and literally picked me up in your arms...and saved me that day in the hospital. You're right. It's no accident...it's destiny and I believe that with every beat of my pounding heart. Life can be a god damn fairytale if you want it bad enough...and it's all that I have ever wanted....you...are all that I have ever wanted."

"I'm not some hero in a cape. Look at me. I'm just a weak man who can't even save himself."

"You are not weak! You've just been through shit no one should ever have to go through...just let me help you...let me in...just like you told me once. Let's leave here and go talk...really talk....in one of our safe havens where no one can touch us, where only you and me exist like when we're dancing. If you say run, I'll run with you. If you say hide, we'll hide...you sang it to me tonight, remember? And now I am saying it back to you..."

For a moment, you had him. You could see it in his eyes. You had brought him back until Gordon had to speak and he let go of your hands.

"Guys, I'll just leave so you don't have to."

"Oh no, don't leave. Stay right here. Finish your talk with Jo Gordon. I'll leave..I have guests to attend to and a car to return."

Lee was sarcastic in his words and began to walk away.

"Lee wait!! You...you said you wanted to fix this, so why are you leaving?? Please, don't do this. Don't push me away We need each other. I need you." you sobbed in desperation to get him back again.

"Why!" he spun around and cried. "Why do you persist on wasting your time on me. You're the most beautiful person I've ever laid eyes on and me...I'm just some wrecking ball that crashed into you and we've both went up in flames because of it. Every time something goes right, something goes wrong. You believe in signs Jo, so read them. I said I deserved better, that I deserve you, but...I was wrong. You deserve better Jo."

"I DESERVE YOU!!! or I wouldn't have let myself get close to you. I know you're scared. I'm scared but...the signs, I HAVE read them and they're loud and clear. They have all led me to you and have kept me here...YOU have kept me here...the whole wrecking ball thing and you mentioning it just now after I heard that song this morning when I had been thinking similar thoughts about you just minutes before....but in a good way!!.....there is no one better. I don't want anyone else...God damn it Lee...I'm in love with you!!!!"

The sound of silence was deafening as Lee stood floored by your admission. His eyes were wide, locked into yours, tears streaming from them, his lips slightly parted and trembling.

"Yeah sooo, I think I'm gonna go to my car now." Gordon quietly said, putting his hands in his pockets and awkwardly shuffled off.

Lee's eyes fluttered as he teetered back a step and rubbed his chest.

"I...I have to go....I..."

He turned and quickly walked to the car, got in and left.

"Lee!!!" you shouted as you began to run after him, but your good old clumsiness in Britt's high heels got the better of you and down you went as your ankle turned.

"Damn it! Fuck!" you shouted as you sat on your rear, staring at your scraped bloody knee.

"Josie, are you alright?? Here, let me help you up." Gordon offered in concern as he came running back over, extending his hand down to you.

You instantly smacked his hand away. "Get away from me!"

"Ow! Hey what the hell was that for?? I am just trying to help you. At least let me give you a ride, it's starting to rain again."

"You've done enough! I wouldn't get in a car with you even if Michael Myers was running towards me with a knife." you quipped and took took your shoes off, hurling them at him.

Gordon ducked in panic as one whizzed past his head and the other hit him on the ass.

"Jesus! Suit yourself then, crazy bitch!!" he snarled and got in his car, then sped off.

You made your way up to stand, picked up your phone and then began hobbling back to the hotel, leaving the cursed shoes lie and swearing like a sailor under your breath as you tippy toed in your bare feet over the cold pavement.

Lee found the kid waiting outside for his car and returned it, thanked him and went back up to the room to change out of his torn and wet clothes. He thanked everyone for coming and told them all to stay and party on as he chugged down a drink, then made his way to the bedroom and tried to regroup.

"Damn it Lee, always your own worst enemy!" he mumbled to himself as he dressed into the attire he had brought for the next day. Staring at himself in the mirror as he combed his straggly hair back to a smooth natural state, all he could hear were your words echoing through his mind. "I'm in love with you."

Everything that was on the small vanity went crashing to the floor as Lee swiped it off in a fit of rage. He was so angry with himself for running away from you, instead of just telling you that he loved you too, the one thing he had sworn to himself earlier that he was going to do...and now he didn't know if he could fix this or even know how to. You had put your heart in his hands and he crushed it.

Lee rushed off to get his car and see if he could find you, hoping....praying he could salvage his relationship with you.

He stood under an umbrella waiting on the valet to bring his car around, when all of a sudden, there you were, standing in the rain, soaking wet, staring at him.

"Jo?"

Lee went to walk to you when the valet pulled his car up. You hurried over to the driver side and looked at Lee.

"Get in." you snapped and got in, slamming the door shut. Lee closed the umbrella, tossed it in the back seat and slowly got in, pulling the door shut with a light click. He then reached for the heat, cranked it up and pulled a blanket from the back, trying to give it to you.

"Here...you're freezing. Why didn't you come inside?"

"I'm fine." you snapped again and pushed the blanket away, then drove off back to go to the lake house.

Lee shamefully faced forward and left you alone as you both sat in silence for the majority of the drive. He couldn't take it anymore and turned on the radio.

You sarcastically chuckled under your breath, shaking your head as another sign sounded through the car.

The tears were threatening to fall again, but you fought them back...until you couldn't anymore and hastily clicked the radio off.

Lee softly side eyed you, afraid to say anything as he screamed inside at himself for hurting you like this. He saw the glistening in your eyes and knew why it was there, for he recognized the sign too.

Midnight- The Lake House

You pulled into his driveway, parked the car and turned it off, then sat there watching the rain pour down the windshield.

After a few minutes passed of silence, Lee looked at you.

"I...I'm sorry Jo." he quietly said. "More than you could ever know."

You closed your eyes briefly as you sighed, then opened them, continuing to gaze out the window.

"You just left me there...." you whispered, refusing to look at him because you knew you would break if you did.

Lee hung his head in shame as he lightly gulped, knowing there were no words good enough to explain his behavior. Not even I'm sorry, like he already foolishly said.

You cleared your throat and wiped away an escaping tear, then stared down at your fidgeting hands.

Lee looked down at your anxious hands and then at you again, wishing you would turn to face him.

"There's a few things I wanted to let you know about. I was going to wait until tomorrow because I didn't want to lay any of this on you today of all days. Elizabeth was at the service. Britt saw her and made her leave. She also has a job now at the hospital. I saw her the other day when I went to see Britt. Both run ins were not pleasant. Then, when I was leaving the hospital, I saw Orlando there with his sister. She was laying into him pretty bad and he was extremely upset, so I had him come with me to the pub to talk to him. He told me all about what happened with his brother in law Jimmy. So...I just wanted you to know that I knew about it before Ethan blabbed it to you and that I was only trying to help Orlando. I wasn't keeping secrets from you, but I understand if you're upset with me about him. He was just in a bad way....and I need you to know that I have forgiven him for what he did to us and with Megan. I hope you will someday too because you've been friends for too many years to end it all over me whom you've only known a month now."

You kept your promise to Orlando and didn't tell Lee that he had confided in you about his father. That wasn't a secret, for Lee knew about what happened with Orlando's dad, but Orlando worried that it would upset Lee more than he already was with him to know he was telling you these kind of deep, emotional and personal things.

"Thank you for telling me. I am not upset with you. How could I be? You were helping someone out that was in need of a friend. You're such a beautiful person Jo and I love that about you. I'll tell you what I told Ethan tonight. Time means nothing. Loyalty means everything. I may have only known you a short while, but you've given me more kindness, honesty, understanding and compassion than many people I've known for years, or anyone I have ever known for that matter. You don't judge me, you listen, like really listen, and you believe in me."

"Jo, I know it's all just words, but you told me tonight that words are just as important as actions, so I want to give you both."

Lee slowly reached his hand to one of your nervous ones and gently clasped it, then leaned in, closed his eyes and whispered something by your ear.

"I love you Jo March. So much. I am crazy, head over heels in love with you."

Lee stayed where he was, opened his eyes and glided them up to you.

Your heart began to race as you finally faced him, stunned and goggle-eyed. His enamored and serious stare proved what his declaration of love. Your hand was no longer shaking and you brought it up to his face, tenderly stroking his lightly stubbled cheek. Lee closed his eyes and moved his face softly against your hand, as if your touch meant the world to him.

There was nothing now that was going to ruin this moment. You wouldn't let it if there was, for this time, you initiated the next move as you brought your mouth to his. As soon as your lips touched his, he slowly opened his mouth and finally, you both kissed.

Everything was so perfect. The peaceful sound of the rain dancing over the car, the scent of his skin and warm sweet breath under your nose, the feel of his velvety lips as they tenderly molded into yours, and the way he kissed you, like you were something so very delicate and precious.

A soft moan escaped his lips and delved into your mouth as the kiss became deeper, more passionate. Now that you had finally tasted him, you couldn't stop and neither could he. Each time your lips slightly parted, you both came right back in for more.

You could honestly say, you had never once in your life been kissed like that....and you could say the same for every time Lee had ever touched you.

His hand caressed your cheek as he softly pulled back to look at you...and at first, he was speechless with dazed and amazed eyes, as if his expectations of a first kiss with you had been tremendously exceeded. They certainly were for you. Nothing had ever felt so good, so right.

"Jo...I..."

You traced your thumb over his bottom lip, temporarily silencing him as you both gazed into each other's eyes.

"I...I don't want you to go." he said with such sad eyes.

"I don't want me to go either." you replied with a small grin.

Lee smiled and stroked the back of his fingers down your face, causing your butterflies to go crazy.

"Would you like to come inside then...I mean, just for some drinks. We can....talk...like you said. You could stay if you want...I...I have a very nice guest room."

"I..I would like that very much."

The relief on Lee's face was evident as he smiled again. He got the umbrella out and went around to your door. As you got out and stood under it with him, he looked down.

"Jo...you're not wearing any shoes? The ground is freezing. Hold this and come here."

He handed you the umbrella and then whisked you off of your feet and up into his arms.

"Jo...you're....you're my Lois Lane...and I want to be your superman."

Lee wasn't smiling. He was completely serious with a happiness in his eyes that you only saw when he looked at you.

"My own personal Clark Kent, but like, mega hotter. I'd like that very much." you replied, also in a serious tone.

The corner of Lee's mouth curled up as his eyes insanely smiled. He then carried you up to the front door and inside......

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[murdleandmarot]

Can you info dump about bluebelle, I’m very curious about her :3

SORRY THIS TOOK A HUNDRED THOUSAND YEARS I WANTED IT TO BE PERFECT

Hi hello!!!!! I will very gladly talk about Bluebelle, she’s the love of my life forever :D 💙💙💙💙💙

Important note: I’m a very um dramatic person when it comes to creating oc backstories. I am nothing if not a little bit pretentious, and giving ocs weird and angsty backstories is my passion project, and that’s part of the reason it took so long to collect my thoughts, and come up with something concrete, (or as concrete as possible)

I’ll start with facts about her that I like and then backstory regarding the fabled music box :))

-her design/colors are based off of a stuffed animal I bought in Munich :)

-the songs I most associate with her, (I have a playlist because I wanted one), are probably A Dangerous Thing/Everything Matters by AURORA, The Sugar Plum Fairy from the Nutcracker, and I came to your party dressed as a shadow. Adore those songs

-the only jellicles that she has met, (by choice), are Victoria, Misto, Plato, and Demeter. Or rather, Demeter knows of her, but Bluebelle doesn’t know Demeter

-this is mostly bc she’s pretty paranoid about meeting new people, and prefers to stick to her people. It took her a while to warm up to Plato, but eventually she got used to him

-this is also despite Vicci’s best efforts to convince Bluebelle to at the very least meet Jemima

-SPEAKING OF JEMIMA, if you haven’t heard, here’s my little jellicle magic theory: The cat’s magic relates to their eyes, just vaguely. Jemima and Misto each have white eyes, and you may have noticed, Bluebelle has those eyes as well. Because she’s. Blue. And that’s not a typical cat color, I figured I should just run with it. I see Bluebelle’s magic as a combination of Jemima and Victoria! Yes, Victoria is magic to me and that’s not just because she’s lovely and beautiful, but because of the way she uses the music in the show, and the way some productions seem to use her as a metaphor for the Jellicle moon, relating it to her dancing. This is especially true for me when I hc Vicci as deaf, because it implies some sort of magic when her solo syncs with the music. Bluebelle has the same sort of music and dance magic as Victoria, and the same sort of eerie unearthly-ness of Jemima. Basically I combined all my favorite girlies into one and made her <33

Really incoherent n convoluted story under the cut lolllll

I’ve always imagined the music box has something Bluebelle has had since she was very young, as in some of her earliest memories are of the tune it plays. Her mother probably gave it to her before both of her parents disappeared like they were in a Disney movie. The point is that it’s one of her favorite things, and she loves dancing to it. Victoria loves the song as well, and they sometimes practice using the music box, and things continue as so until Misto appears, and starts practicing with them.

Because Misto insists that no music is coming out of the music box. He can’t hear a single note.

Neither can Plato, or any of the other jellicles, when Victoria borrows it, and plays the song for everyone else in the junkyard, (Bluebelle doesn’t go with her-she’d rather not meet the others, for fear they won’t like her, or will tell Victoria to stop visiting her).

No one else can hear the music. No one except, of course, for Jemima and the psychic twins.

Bluebelle starts to ask around town, playing it for different cats, until she finds an older tom, not far, though she doesn’t know it, from the Junkyard.

He can’t hear the music box of course, but he tells her that he’s bit of a collector of magical artifacts. Perhaps he’ll have something similar in his collection.

Would she like to take a look?

Bluebelle declines. Declines at least, to visit him on this night. She hands him the music box, and instructs him to take it back to his den, and look for himself. They will meet in the same place the next day, and if he cannot find anything, then she will go and see for herself.

The next morning, they meet again. He tells her that he’s sorry, he couldn’t find anything that matched the box, and that in his haste to meet her on time, he’d left the box behind. The tomcat invites her to his den, and again, she declines, saying she will visit on a later date, that she already has plans.

Bluebelle follows him home, and hides in wait. She watches as his friends gather to scheme, and doesn’t notice the staring of a golden queen hanging off the arm of a blood orange tom.

The acquaintances leave, and the old cat retires to his den. The fire is almost out, leaving her to sneak into the other tent.

…blood seeps from every item in the cramped space, leaving it to drip from the walls and stain the ground scarlet.

He is not only a collector of magical artifacts, but a collector of queens, as well. The music box is the only thing unmarred by the red, so she steals it back.

She swears she can hear him howling the whole trip.

Bluebelle doesn’t tell Victoria what happens. She tells her to steer clear of the cat who could very be Bluebelle’s father, with a coat as vibrant as the sea, and Victoria doesn’t ask any questions.

Bluebelle doesn’t want to meet any of the other jellicles after that. She barely wants to talk to anyone ever again, with the exception of the few cats she already knows.

She and Victoria still dance to the music box though. Misto tries to follow along.

[lovinglin]

Hi... Okay. Y'all win🧍‍♀️here's the kiss y'all have been asking for HUEAJHRMAHDJS 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

I was planning on just posting the actual kiss drawing, but I also wanted to showcase a bit of their relationship/dynamic with each other so... a comic was born! Hopefully the dialogue is understandable HWUAJHSAJ

[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

Good Omens Fic Rec: Simmer (The Long-Awaited Reply to a Lingering Kiss)

Aziraphale Fell is an accomplished food writer and book collector who leads a quiet life. Anthony Crowley owns the Grand Duke Distillery, maker of Wanton Sinner Whisky, and has a reputation for living on the wild side. As former culinary school classmates, they share a love of food and drink — and a long ago kiss that neither one has ever quite forgotten. Are they just too different to ever make it work? (I bet you can guess.) Aziraphale rises from his chair, takes a few steps towards him, then hesitates. Crowley knows a hundred different emotions must be flickering across his face, reflecting all the turmoil between his head and his heart. His heart is loud, insistent, nudging him to see the earnest hope in Aziraphale’s expression, to remember the beatific boy who lent him a pen and kissed him on a stair step, urging him to not let go of this man with ink-stained fingers and rare books who constantly surprises him. His shoulders tense as his breath hitches, his voice hoarse. “You need to tell me exactly what you want.”

Length: 28,364 words

AO3 Rating: Explicit / Spice Level 🔥🔥🔥

Best for: Mostly Safe in Public, Human AU, Romance

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by LemonTart

*Minor Spoilers* I really loved this version of Aziraphale and Crowley. In this AU, they had known each other in culinary school many years ago and one night shared a kiss that neither of them could fully forget. I love how we meet them in the future, as more than acquaintances but not close enough to know anything about each other's personal lives. But it's written all over them how much they both want to reconnect.

The tension between them simmers slowly as they begin to spend more time together. I absolutely adore food AUs because it allows them to be experts and intellectual equals, which I appreciate in a Human AU. It's important to me that they can keep pace with each other! When emotions finally reach a boiling point, they must be brave and honest about their desires. Then, they need to put in the effort to make it a reality. I would love to spend more time in this specific AU. I want to follow them as they visit new restaurants, sample whiskies, and cook together. I want to see how they manage their schedules and integrate into each other's lives now. The pacing was excellent, and it ends on a very satisfying note, but I can't help feeling greedy with this one. I want an extra helping.

Mostly safe in public, the sex is not too explicit and they're shorter scenes, so you could get away with it. But I think it makes a perfect binge read if you can settle in and read it in one go.

Read it here, fic by LemonTart

[averageclawcodeenjoyer]

CLAWCODE RAAAAAAAA

I FINALLY FINISHED AN ANIMATIC INSTEAD OF GIVING UP ON IT!!!!! (ignore the mistakes.. please...... I forgot about them..)

Context: Miles and Ganke used to be best friends until Ganke got too close and caught feelings. He eventually ended up confessing too soon to Miles, who wasn't ready (and totally wasn't absolutely terrified of his own feelings and backed out) and ended up cutting contact with him. Several months later, Ganke still wasn't over it, and started writing letters and disposing them in various ways to cope. This one just so happened to be a paper airplane that, by some strange twist of fate, carried it across the water and directly to where Miles was stationed waiting for his uncle. (This might come up in my fic.. if I ever start writing it again..)

Also tiny detail that I don't think I executed very well but want to talk about:

Ganke is made up of dark colors, while the world around him is very bright. (Metaphor for the sadness and guilt he feels from losing Miles as a friend)

Miles, however, is colored very brightly while the world around him is dark. (Metaphor for how his life feels without Ganke in it)

Without each other, they cannot be complete.

Thank you.

Also, Ganke's letter, for anyone who is curious.

"Hey, Miles, it's Ganke. I know you're probably never goung to get this, but my therapist told me to write letters to people about my feelings, so I guess that's why I'm doing this. I'm still really in love with you. And I know we haven't been talking, and I should be over it, but, well, I'm not.

And this is so stupid, so I'm glad you won't ever read this, but I can't help it. I know I messed up, and we were supposed to just be friends.. but, God. You were everything to me. Anyway, I'm running out of room, so I'm going to shut up. I'm sorry. For everything.

Love, Ganke."

[devoidaffectu]

Bees but make it FASHION 🖤💛 (it only took me so many months to finally complete (;ﾞ°´ω°´)

I also have the background itself down below 👇🏼

(Bumbleby kiss prayer circle ⭕️ activated) ○|￣|＿

[whitedahlia13]

I don’t know if he felt it first or me we looked at each other differently that day the universe nodded in agreement a long awaited kiss… that was always meant to be the stars aligned perfectly our lips struck like lightning a blazing kiss…jolting us back to life that day.

-N.R. Hart, A long awaited kiss…

[mean-and-rwde]

Day # (unknown) of Bumbleby being Bumblebait :\

[khioneee]

tap out.

simon doesn’t expect anyone to tap him out. a ritual where loved ones step forward to release a soldier from duty, creating a chance to reconnect.

based on this.

simon stands in formation, a soldier among countless others, each bound by discipline, each carrying their own story beneath a stoic exterior.

in the unyielding line, he’s silent, gaze fixed forward, while around him, families reunite: sons embraced by tearful mothers, women lifting their children into their arms, couples lost in long-awaited kisses. joy and relief fill the air, carried on quiet laughter and murmured words of love.

but simon is an orphan now.

there’s no one to step forward for him, no one to break his stance. he watches it all, standing alone, feeling like a stranger in this crowd of reunions, this world of connections he never belonged to.

over the years, the military has stripped him down, rebuilt him into something hardened and unbreakable. this new self is his armor, a wall between him and the life he left behind.

the tap-out tradition is a formality he’s only ever heard about, something he’s watched from a distance but never expected for himself.

he stands motionless as soldiers around him are tapped out by loved ones. he watches quietly, feeling a distant sense of satisfaction for them, grateful that they have that in their lives.

maybe soap would tap him out after he’d seen to his own family.

no matter how many times simon tried to keep him at arm’s length, he’d come to accept that soap wasn’t leaving him behind. coerced into the friendship or not, soap was a friend. until soap has been tapped out, there’s no one in simon’s life to come pick him out.

still, simon knew he was alone in ways he couldn’t change. or so he believes.

then he feels it—a subtle shift in the air, hesitant footsteps halting just in front of him, carrying a weight he doesn’t understand. his breath catches, but he doesn’t move. he’s trained to hold his position, but something in him almost falters as he senses a presence just inches away. slowly, he lets his gaze shift, barely, enough to catch a silhouette he thought he’d left behind a lifetime ago.

it’s you.

you. his childhood best friend. the love of his life.

you. the only person he thought of when he escaped his broken home. you. the guilt that wracked him when he ran, unable to say goodbye after the night he barely escaped after being beat nearly to death. you. the only reason he wanted to be alive, and the person he hadn’t been able to look back for.

—you. you. you.

and now here you are, standing before him, eyes wide with hope and uncertainty, tears gathering at the corners like unsaid words held back for too long.

he doesn’t understand, not fully. he thought he’d locked that door, left that part of him sealed away. and yet, here you are, holding everything he thought he’d left behind.

you hesitate, the weight of the years pressing down between you, unsure if you’re allowed to do this. if you can reach out to him after all this time, to be the one who taps him out.

he senses your uncertainty, feels it as if it’s his own, and in that moment, he lets a flicker of vulnerability break through—a slight furrow in his brow, a subtle nod. silent permission.

and you know, in that instant, it’s okay.

with a trembling hand, you reach forward, closing the distance. your hand hovers over his shoulder for a heartbeat, the air between you heavy with everything left unsaid.

then, gently, you tap him out. a simple touch, light and fleeting, yet it breaks something open in both of you.

in an instant, simon moves. his arms come around you, his grip unyielding as he pulls you close, lifting you off the ground. the soldier falls away, and he’s just simon again, holding you as if you’re the only real thing in a world that’s constantly shifting.

his head lowers, his face buried in your shoulder, and he breathes you in, lets the walls he’s held up for years fall away.

‘you’re here,’ he murmurs, voice rough, thick with emotion he can’t hide anymore.

his hand cradles the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair, each touch soft, a silent promise. the weight of years and regret presses against him, but he holds you tighter, as if to make up for every moment he was gone.

you feel the warmth of his tears against your shoulder, silent and raw. he pulls you closer still, as if afraid to let go, his voice barely a whisper as he breathes, ‘i’m sorry, lovie. i’m so damn sorry. i’ll never leave you behind again. i promise.’

and in that moment, surrounded by echoes of lives left behind, he’s just simon again, the boy who belonged with you.

. ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ an. i know the tap-out tradition isn’t common in the uk and is usually done at the airforce but oh well. read part 2 here.

[diivineray]

[HAIR]: in the process of pushing the receiver's hair back from their face, the sender lets their hand rest against the receiver's cheek a moment longer. (hc 😌)

                 ˚ʚɞ🎲🏮⛩️🏮🎲ʚɞ  ―  In a curious twist of fate, their paths converged once more. No matter the passage of time, not a day went by without Hua Cheng reminiscing about the days on the streets when a young boy selflessly shared his fruit peels with him. It was truly astonishing to consider that such a strong bond could have formed between them, both hailing from difficult circumstances. When he departed, Hua Cheng viewed it as time leading them onto distinct paths. It's quite remarkable how they veered in opposite directions, only to find themselves returning to the same point once more.

                  Since then, the rebellious cultivator had sought any possible justification to remain by Wei Wuxian's side, even when others were less welcoming of his company. They harbored a distinct aversion toward the cultivation sects, perceiving each one as succumbing to a systematic decay that dragged down all those beneath them. Nevertheless, Hua Cheng had developed a habit of seeking solace in Wei Wuxian's lap. The day had been sweltering, but as it gradually cooled down, Hua Cheng often made this move.

                ❝ Do that thing you do, ❞ he would say nonchalantly as if it were a routine they had repeated countless times. However fleeting, Wei Wuxian might not have realized how much Hua Cheng longed for his touch. Hua Cheng cherished those subtle nudges, playful taunts, and smug grins, each causing the rogue's heart to somersault within his chest. 

               The soothing sensation of those fingers delicately weaving through his hair put his heart at ease. Their touch was as gentle as the way he played Chenqing. His eyelids fluttered gently closed as he absorbed Wei Wuxian's ceaseless chatter, the air filled with every detail of Wei Wuxian's day and the events leading up to it. Only when the voice finally ceased did Hua Cheng's eyes slowly open. Hua Cheng raised his gaze and noticed Wei Wuxian observing him, delicately brushing aside a strand of hair that had fallen over his eye. His fingers lingered there, and Hua Cheng could feel the way his chest tightened, his mouth dry as he found himself eagerly wanting to sit up, and drink Wei Wuxian down like he was the first glass of water he'd had all day. He smiles up at Wei Wuxian, ❝ What? Who said you could stop? Or did my complexion distract you~? ❞

[moonymirah]

watching your beautiful boyfriend stand patiently, a bouquet of roses in his hand as he awaits your arrival.

you can only admire nanami’s handsomeness from across the street; taking in his height and wide shoulders that fit his winter coat perfectly.

his calm expression is immediately adorned with a soft smile as he spots you — taking a hand out of his pocket to wave. rushing to him, you take in his pink cheeks and the tip of his nose which had turned rosy, instantly feeling guilty.

nanami notices the small frown on your lips, his brows beginning to furrow.

“what’s wrong ?”

“i’m so sorry i took so long. you were here in the freezing—“

his low chuckle cuts you off — taking you by surprise — as you mentally capture the heavenly image of the look on his face.

“here.” he’s still smiling as he hands you the stunning bundle of roses and steps closer to press a kiss to your forehead.

“you don’t need to worry one bit about me waiting. i could stand in a blizzard for you.”

nanami can only leave you beaming as he takes his big hands and holds your cheeks.

“have i told you how gorgeous you look ?”

“nanami !” your grin is contagious as he lets out a warm laugh before lightly squeezing on your face with his palms.

[odoraful]

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄.ᐟ

what happens when you don't use their pet name to call them?

⟡ content: zayne/sylus/xavier/rafayel x gn!reader; more dialogue heavy; silly and cute

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ZAYNE ⟡

“Can you help me put this on, Zayne?”

From the reflection in the mirror, you tried not to react at the twist in his brow and the momentary confusion in his eyes. Wordlessly, he moved behind you, fingers taking the necklace out of your hand. With his gaze focused on the task before him, you could see him open his mouth, hesitating to speak.

“Did I do something wrong?” he questioned.

Zayne’s deft hands carefully laid the chain around your neck, centering the pendent between your collarbones.

You plastered on your most innocent expression, despite the twinge of guilt you felt at his question.

“Hm? Why do you ask?”

Swiftly, he clasped the ends of the chain together. His eyes flicked towards yours in the mirror.

“You’re calling me by my first name. I thought pet names were an important step in a relationship for you.”

You nodded. “Yes, Zayne, I do think it’s an important step.”

His eyes narrowed at your continual uncharacteristic responses.

Folding his arms, he mused aloud. “It took you some time to drop the title ‘doctor’ for me and to just use my name. After we became official, you were quick to call me ‘love’.”

You fiddled with your necklace, trying to, impossibly, force away the heat from your face.

“So, either I did something to make you upset, or”—he leaned in close to you, the side of his face almost touching yours—“you’re playing a trick on me.”

You gave a mock frown. He cocked his head to the side, awaiting your response.

“Okay, okay, it was a prank.” Sighing, you surrendered to his deductions. “I wanted to see how you’d react, but you saw right through me,” you mumbled.

His lips quirked. “I’ve known you for long enough to figure these things out.”

Wanting to wipe off the amused look he had on his face, you quickly planted a kiss on his cheek. His face turned into surprise. He chuckled, shaking his head at your triumphant smile.

“Thank you for helping me, my love."

SYLUS ⟡

“Sylus, could you play that new record you bought?”

You called from the sofa. Standing by the record player, he turned to face you. The offence on his face was unmistakable as he placed his hands on his hips.

“Sylus?” he scoffed. “We both know that’s not what you call me.”

Your brows furrowed, feigning confusion. “What are you talking about? Isn’t that your name?”

“Sweetie,” he levelled a look of scepticism at you, “that hasn’t been my name for the past month we’ve been together.”

“I still don’t know what you mean, Sylus.”

He paused. Gears turned in his head trying to unpack what was happening, much like he would do when reading the truthfulness of a dealer during a bargain.

“Y/N.”

You’ve never heard your own name being said in such a serious manner. Perhaps you got a taste of your own medicine.

“I’m not particularly fond of lose-lose situations.” The softness in his tone made you feel weak. “You can tell me if I’ve done something to annoy you. I won’t be angry.”

“Not at all!” you quickly blurted out. Unable to hide it any longer, you confessed. “You haven’t done anything to annoy me. I was just trying to pull a small prank.”

All the tension visibly released from his body. A relieved sigh escaped him. “You really do play some dangerous games, kitten.”

Playfulness returned to his voice. “Now then, how will you correct your mistake?”

“Honey,” you drawled out each syllable, making it sound as syrupy as the nickname itself, “could you play that new record you bought now?”

Sylus couldn’t help but laugh at your exaggeration. “Why of course.”

XAVIER ⟡

“Xavier, do you want to try this?”

Subtly glancing at his reaction from the kitchen, you saw his face immediately fall into a pout. The look was fatal, and it took all the willpower you had not to drop the ruse right then and there.

“That’s not my name,” he answered.

“What do you mean?” you chuckled, continuing to put icing on the sugar cookies you baked. “Of course it is!”

“No, it’s not,” he insisted.

Placing his book down, he walked to stand at your side by the counter. You avoided his eye contact, pretending that nothing was amiss.

Resting a hand under his chin, he began to think. “You usually call me bunny, sweetheart, sunshine, or darling.”

Your jaw dropped in amused shock. “You remember all the names I’ve called you?”

His mouth twitches. “There are some more, but… they might be a bit embarrassing to say aloud right now.”

That was enough to make you look at him with wide eyes.

“Xavier!” Your face turned pink as you slapped his shoulder. There was no force behind the hit, but enough to convey your embarrassment.

“You did it again. You used the wrong name.” He stuck his bottom lip out.

You gently poked at his cheek, trying to lift the corner of his lip upwards. “Come on, don’t be sad darling.”

Immediately, he brightened before you.

“It was just a joke I saw couples do online. I wanted to see how you’d react.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “And was my reaction satisfactory?”

“I think it was,” you smiled at him, "but it’s a shame I didn’t film it, it would’ve made for a good Moments post.”

He shook his head. “But, the nicknames we use are only for us.”

The finished cookie in your hand had a bite suddenly taken from it as Xavier leaned down to have a taste.

“I don’t want anyone else to know.”

RAFAYEL ⟡

“Are you ready to go yet, Rafayel?”

He continued to hum to himself, completely ignoring you. You folded your arms as you watched him busy himself with something trivial. He flung open a random cupboard and inspected what appeared to be an assortment of spare art supplies.

“Rafayel,” you called again.

He then turned his attention to the fishbowl in the centre of the room, where a small orange fish darted around.

“Reddie, do you hear something?” he asked, gazing so earnestly into the bowl. This fish paused its movement and stared back at his owner.

“Rafayel~” you sang his name aloud this time, extending the last syllable.

He gasped, apparently receiving some confirmation from Reddie.

“You hear something too? Thank god. I was thinking there must be something wrong with my ears.”

Surveying the room around him, Rafayel intentionally looked past you standing barely a few metres from him, tapping your foot against the wooden floorboards of his studio.

“It sounds like”—he continued—“some kind of voice. Someone familiar to me, but I can’t make out who it is.”

“Rafayel!” you shouted his name between fits of laughter. Only he could respond to your jokes with his own dramatics.

He sucked in a breath in puzzlement. “I wonder who this person is calling out to.”

“Baby,” you finally conceded, “I’m talking to you!”

It seemed like he couldn’t keep up the act either, as he started laughing with you.

“Took you long enough,” he huffed, moving towards you and linking your arm with his. “Otherwise, Reddie and I would have been searching for this phantom voice for the rest of the day.”

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[cltclgcy]

@0blivion , ‘ You’re a constant pain in my neck. ‘

the creature sits, perched menacingly upon ring apron. it's funny, really. she finds humor in the other women's nativity, not because they're not formidable opponents, but because no one, absolutely no one outside of her parents and her judgment day family knew what she was capable of. it's a magic so dark, so arcane and powerful that she could end the world if she wanted. but, no one needed to know that, right?

sapphires rolled into the back of her head as boots sway to and fro. " i mean, i could give you a pain in y'er neck if ya'd like, lass. " brow lifts, and in a blink she jumps down to stand before liv. she's every bit her mother's wrath and father's vengeance, a brutal combination of two particular brands of irish temper, on top of demonic intent that's all too real. she's practically chomping at the bit for blood. " ... just name a time and place. " a wag of finger, as if morgan is just giving her ideas.

" let's make it interesting, too, hmm? i hear there's a vacant women's title just dying for a new waist to call home. what'd ya t' ink? " she leans in closer, a venomous serpent coiled to strike. " sounds like fun! "