#marissa i need to see their love story and how they met who said i love you first it’s a need not a want

[freddycartr]

headcanon that simon and hugh cook nova filipino food weekly and she helps them. after supernova when she lives with them, and adrain, and they cook picadillo, lumpia, pandesal, or bistek or find new recipes. and it's a great bonding experience for them (adrain also joins in because he feels left out) and its a like them asking like forgiveness from nova and welcoming her into their family. they also sit down and have a really hard conversation(s) about the guilt that hugh and simon both feel for failing her family, particularly hugh, the first conversation they have ends with hugh breaking down in tears because he failed the girl in front of him and simon comforting him, which then it ultimately ends up as a group hug between nova, simon, hugh and adrian.

[this-is-spn20]

Day 16 of Christmas: Random Act of Kindness

A/N: 16 days ya’ll!! Ahh I'm so proud of myself. I didn’t think id make it this far! I’d like to thank my new followers and the people who read my stories. It means more than the world to me that you’re all willing to spend time with me, my blog, and my stories. Thank you. Another reminder that requests are closed for December during my series. Any requests that do come in will not be written or published until mid to late January. 

Also, strap in cause I'm OFFICIALLY back! This baby is a WHOPPING 2,143 words. Yep, I'm back.

Spread Love,

-Marissa

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You, Dean, and Sam have been walking Manhattan’s borrow all night. You all had a ball and the boys had huge smiles all night. You’d all gone to your apartment and they were surprised to your apartment was pretty spacious. Uncharacteristically for New York. Scoring this apartment was a big deal to you when you first moved in. And when you finally bought it, you felt even better. More fortunate than most that's for sure. The boys were still energetic in the apartment so you looked to see if you had any good food in the fridge. You didn’t so you took them to the mom-and-pop restaurant you worked at in Brooklyn. You still remembered the route after all these years. It was comforting to see the usual shenanigans down in the subway stations. You didn’t use your car at all while at home. The traffic was always bad. If you took your car for more than a street or two, you’d be lucky to make it to your destination in time. Waste of gas if you had a say. When you were alone you rented one of the bikes or took the subway like usual. Much more faster and efficient for you. You chuckled to see the same old weird antics while Sam and Dean had a constant “deer in the headlights” look about them. You chuckled, even more, when you realized everyone around them could probably tell they were tourists.

The 30-minute train ride to the shop was somewhat relaxing, with Sam mostly asking questions. Which you answered happily. The boys could tell you were in a good mood. They might have even said blissfully. Though they’d always be country boys, they could see the appeal of the big apple. Millions from around the world wish to come here. To see if they could “make it”. You hopped off the train, Sam and Dean following suit as you all walked briskly down the street. The was no place to be slow here. Everyone was always on the move, always somewhere they needed to be. You had the store in your sight and let out a small sigh. You always tried your best to visit Allison and Troy. They’ve been married for 35 years. You wished to find what they did for yourself one day. Yes, you knew this life didn’t normally allow for that but you’ve met married hunters! There was still hope for you. You were always a romantic. When you walked through the entrance you saw to your left was Allison serving a table. You waited patiently until she came over to you guys. Sam cleared his throat while Dean looked around at the small restaurant. You beamed at Allison when she looked up and finally spotted you. She bounded over to you and wrapped you in her strongest bear hug. You two chatted a bit and you finally introduced Sam and Dean. They smiled politely and when Dean offered his hand to Allison, she looked genuinely offended. She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her and wrapped him in the Sam rib-crushing hug she gave you. Doing the same for Sam. They had to admit, she was a strong little lady. 

You’d asked where Troy was and how he was doing and she said he was busy in the kitchen and would be out when things calmed down a bit back there. In the meantime, she gave all three of you menus and a booth with some water and coffee until you guys were ready to order. You’d ordered your usual two hashbrowns, five pancakes, four strips of sausage and bacon, and an iced coffee. You knew Troy would come out if he saw your order. He’d also be curious about the two other orders on the ticket since you never bought anyone here with you. The guys asked you about your experience living out here and you were honest. It wasn’t all peaches and cream but it certainly wasn’t the absolute worse place to be. Whereas most would find the city to be nerve-wracking, you thought it was amazing. You continued telling them your stories of living here when a loud booming voice flooded your ears. 

“Where’s my little marigold!?” Troy boomed.

“Troy! Oh my, it’s so good to see you!” You exclaimed as you got up from the booth and hugged your friend. Sam and Dean stood up behind you ready for an identical meeting from Troy. 

Troy always called you his little marigold because he says you keep the bad people away from the shop. Robbers, gangs, “bill collectors”, all of them. He used the flower analogy with you the first time they invited you over for dinner at their apartment one night. Troy used to love gardening, just like Allison. Marigolds are used by most gardeners to keep plant/fruit-eating pests away from their crops. So they called you their little marigold. Every time you had to leave the city, you’d always stop by the florist to get a bouquet of marigolds as a small present until you saw them again. 

Again, like his wife, he asked how you were doing and all the standard stuff. After you guys finished talking, he finally looked at the slightly nervous men behind you and walked around you to greet them. He looked both boys up and down and finally smiled warmly at the and pulled both of them into his body for a sort of group hug. He chatted with the boys and finally took off into the kitchen finally getting back to his station. Your food came about 15 minutes later and you all dug into your food, moaning at the taste. Troy always put out good food no matter what. Everything was perfect. 

You paid the bill and left a pretty large tip. Even though you knew them, you always paid and left a tip. Just to show them you truly respected them. They appreciated it. They always did. As you Dean, and Sam walked back out onto the sidewalk, you told them what you’d be doing today. Today all three of you would perform your own random acts of kindness. You told both of them to keep in mind that it doesn’t have to be some huge gesture or anything. Just a small act of kindness to make someone’s day just a little better.  You were going to head to Central Park when you decided to get some snacks from the liquor store. Walking downside the sidewalk when you saw a woman in crutches trying to open a door to a restaurant. Dean took over and helped the woman open the door and had all of you wait there until she was ready to come back out and held the door open for her again. The woman said thank you to him and expressed her gratitude and walked away. With that, Dean finished his act of kindness. Sam looked at his brother in slight awe. Dean was a gentleman when he wanted to be. But it wasn’t often that he let others see that side of him. You were proud of him. 

You made it into the liquor store and all of you split in different directions for your own snacks and drinks. You all met up at the line for the cash register and waited to be checked out. The woman in front of you walked up to the register and put her stuff up on the counter. The man looked bored out of his mind but rang her up quickly. He told her the total and waited for her to get the cash. The poor woman didn’t have enough to pay. She stood awkwardly before Sam walked to the register and paid for the lady’s stuff. She thanked him and Sam told her it wasn’t a problem. She insisted she pay him back somehow and Sam refused her offer. Instead giving the lady a 100-dollar bill he always kept in his wallet “just in case.”, including the change the man behind the register gave him for her stuff. She let out a sob and hugged him. Sam, being the nice guy he was, comforted her and she quickly recovered and got her things and thanked Sam one last time before walking out and wishing Sam a blessed day. Sam smiled to himself, proud he could help out with her problem. You and Dean stepped forward to the register and put your things up there along with Sam’s. After you paid for all your stuff you once again tread down to the dark, smelly subways and got on the next train to Central Park. Sam’s deed of the day was done. Now it’s down to you. You could tell the boys were finally starting to crash. The adrenaline finally wearing off a bit. You knew they would stay in the park for about two or so hours before they completely fell asleep. Getting off the train, you still had about 3 blocks to walk and even more technically to get to your favorite place in the park. You small flower meadow, where you were sure the woman would be sitting. Waiting for you. 

The boys started in awe and wonder at the natural beauty of the park. There wasn’t any snow today, but it was quite cold. There would be no flowers in your little meadow, but that was fine. The peace was quite enough. You’d finally made it, and you were right the woman was always where she was. Sitting on the bench across from yours. Sam and Dean were still in wonder as you walked over to the lady. You greeted her, saying you’d apologized for the amount of time you’d been gone. She gave you her small usual smile and she nodded to the two mysterious boys in your little meadow. You explained that they were friends of yours and that she could trust them. Again, she gave a nod and smiled. You settled into your spot and just closed your eyes for a while, enjoying the peace. Dean took the opportunity to walk around in the meadow and explore while Sam followed your example. After about an hour and a half of all of you just relaxing, you figured it was time to do your good deed for the day and head home. 

You just up from your spot, waking Sam in the process, and over to the woman. You never knew her name, and you never pressured her to talk. You just enjoyed each other’s company. You dug into your plastic bag full of your goodies and handed over water and a bag of chips. Now you knew from her clothes that she wasn’t a poor woman, far from it actually if you paid attention to her authentic fur coat. You just wanted to do something nice for her since you never saw her eat while here. She looked a little quizzical before you explained yourself. 

“I-I’ve never seen you eat while we were here together. Now I know you don’t need this, but I wanted to do something nice for you.” Sam and Dean watched on with curious eyes. 

The lady looked up at you for what you thought was the longest time. Finally, she smiled a great big smile. A smile you’d never seen from her before. She took the chips and water from you and stood up. You were surprised when she stood as tall as you. She slowly, and carefully draped her arms around in you in a warm and soft hug. She didn’t speak but you saw her quickly wipe away her tears and walked out of the meadow, but not before giving a small nod and smile to the boys. 

You felt good. You were proud and you all walked out of the meadow feeling at peace. By the time you made it to your apartment, you were all beat. Your feet ached. But it was a good day. Or days, technically. Sam found his spot on the couch while dean took to one of your huge bean bags a few feet away and you limped your way to your bedroom. The sunset splayed on your wall, you didn’t have to turn on your tv tonight. You just let the sounds of the city carry you to sleep.

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[finelinevogue]

omg could you do a fluffy little thing based on your nyc insta request where mc meets fans and they ft harry and it’s just like the world’s glimpse into their relationship 💓

yes let’s do this!! this is short and sweet, but i hope you love it all the same!! ;

You were walking out of Starbucks when a group of girls approached you.

The day was not the nicest in New York, but you had errands to run within the city so you thought you’d get them done when it’s not a brilliant say and save the nicer days to do something fun with Harry. You’d been to the Apple store to fix your phone because it keeps on playing up. You’d been to Gucci to pick up a delivery for Harry. You’d been to the local florist to pick up some flowers for your best friend, since she was feeling under the weather. Finally, you’d just picked yourself up a coffee before you had to head back home.

Unfortunately Harry was at a fitting appointment for his tour outfits, so he couldn’t run errands with you, but he sent your good friend, and bodyguard, Aaron with you to keep you company, but more importantly keep you safe. New York could be absolutely crazy when it came to fans, but even more so when it came to creeps who had no respect for women or boundaries, so having a bodyguard helped keep things calm.

“Hi excuse me, you’re Y/N L/N right?” One of the young girls ask and you instantly knew this was a group of Harry’s fans. The giveaways? One of them had a Fine Line tote bag. One was wearing Harry’s merch. One was wearing a green frog bucket hat that Harry had worn only once.

“I am yes, hi.” You smiled politely at them, holding the warm cup of espresso between your hands. Aaron was stood near you, but not making it look like he was here for security.

“Hi, we noticed you in there a minute ago and just wanted to say hi and that we’re really big fans of you, and obviously Harry, and that we really love you guys.” The one with the tote bag spoke, who was also the one that had introduced them. You guessed that they were the most confident out of all them, because it did take balls to speak to a stranger in the way they did.

“Yeah, you’re both so sweet together and you clearly make each other happy. It’s so lovely to see actually.” The one with the frog bucket hat spoke up next. The one with the Harry merch kept a lot more quiet and you could tell by their body mannerisms that they were very nervous and shy - a lot like you actually. You had been an awful lot like them before you met and then he helped you come out of your shell and experience the world in a much brighter and safer light.

You’d be forever grateful for your boyfriend. Your best friend, Harry.

“Aww that’s so sweet of you all, thank you!” You cupped your hand over your heart in awe of their kindness. Harry’s fans always never failed to surprise you with their passion for love and spreading positivity. You admired people like this in general and it was only made more special when they were inspired by your Harry. “What are your names?”

“Oh i’m Alanna.” The one with the tote bag introduced themselves first, holding out their hand for you to shake which you shook kindly.

“Bethany, or just Beth I don’t really mind!” The one with the frog hat introduced themselves next, receiving a handshake too.

“Love your hat, Beth.” You pointed to it and they smiled excitedly.

“Harry was the inspiration!” Although you already knew that you let Beth have a moment to themselves and be happy over the little anecdote.

“And what’s your name, lovely? I’m Y/N.” You reintroduced yourself to the last girl, wanting them to feel as comfortable as possible with, not only you but, meeting new people.

“Marissa.” They smiled and shook your hand willingly.

“Oh I love that name! My aunt is called Marissa, but she goes by Mar though.” You told them the most useless bit of information just to make them feel that bit more at ease.

“People call me Mar too.” They smiled brightly and you felt like you might have cracked through even just a portion of their shell.

“Well, can I call you Mar then?”

“Yeah!”

“Cool! So you guys from New York or..” You asked, looking at all the shopping bags they carried. They’d been to all the shops you once could only just about afford, now you were lucky enough to be able to shop in the places you only ever window shopped in.

“We’re from New Jersey but just came shopping for the day.” Alanna explained. “Never expected to run into you though so that’s pretty cool.”

“Yeah, definitely made my day!” Beth added, smiling brightly.

“Well I can only apologise that i’m not Harry or he’s not with me. He’s currently at tour fittings.” You explained and they told you not to worry about being sorry. You had a brilliant idea though.

“No, seeing you is so amazing Y/N!”

“Yeah, you’re Mar’s fashion inspiration!” Mar blushed, as their friends exposed them for being such a huge fan of yours. It helped explain why they were so nervous in front of you too.

“I’m honoured.” You laughed and pulled you phone out of your pocket, hoping to run with your great idea. You prayed it worked. “Just one second.” You held up your finger to them and they just nodded eagerly, sort of hoping that you were doing what they thought you might be doing.

You opened your phone and clicked on your most recent contact. The familiar beeping of a face-time ring rang through the air surrounding you.

“Hello my favourite human being. What’s up? You okay?” Harry’s golden face came up on the screen, your face high up in the corner. He looked so pretty. He was in his brown Gucci coat and had his hair all ruffled from where he’d washed it this morning but not dried it. His hair went crazy when he didn’t intentionally tame it - a bit like yours. You admired his worry for you, smiling as he kissed his camera as if to virtually kiss you.

“Hello my favourite boyfriend.” You teased him. You often greeted him like this and it always made him smile, just at how playful you were being. “I’m doing good, miss you though.”

“Miss you always babe.”

“You free?” You asked, looking briefly to the girls who were all grinning wildly. They were so excited and it made you chuckle, which caught Harry’s attention.

“I am yeah, why? What’re you laughing at? Better not be some hot celebrity you’ve accidentally bumped into.” He rolled his eyes, letting the jealousy get the better of him. You smiled and returned your attention back to your beautiful boyfriend.

“No, there’s no hot celebrity in my presence except from you baby.” That made him beam with happiness and blush with love.

“To what do I owe your beautiful face calling me then?” Harry asked, taking note of your background to recognise that you were still in the city.

You turned the camera towards your new friends, you in the bottom of the picture and them in the top above you. They were huddling together and waving towards the screen. Mar had tears in their eyes and Beth had their hand over their mouth in shock that this was actually happening.

“Met some lovely people who deserved a special hello from you.” You explained to him simply.

“Hello!” Harry stressed the ‘o’ making it sound more like hell-oo. He was so socially awkward greeting people over face-time, but he made it seem so easy nevertheless. He never wanted his fans to feel awkward or unsafe so he had to be as socially brave as he could.

“We have Alanna, Beth and Mar. They’re so kind and Mar says i’m their fashion inspiration.” You winked at Harry, understanding where Mar was coming from because Harry takes fashion inspiration from you regularly too.

“Which one’s Mar?” He asked you and you pointed the best you could to the girl wearing his merch.

“Um pretty sure Mar’s wearing my merch babe! Are y’sure they said you were their inspiration?” He laughed, which made Mar laugh and you were really happy to see that.

“No I did say that.” Mar backed you up, which earned a fist bump between the two of you and you sticking your tongue out to Harry.

“Yes bestie!” You laughed, knowing that was the language Harry’s fans used with one another. Not that you were on stan twitter or anything…

“Sorry if Y/Ns causing any trouble for you lot, believe me she’s quite the bloody handful!” Harry joked, making you scoff and then laugh at how rude he was being. You knew it was all a joke and a front, but he was so cheeky to be so playful in front of people he’d just met.

“Oi y’wanker. Sorry about him.” You apologised on behalf of Harry for no reason whatsoever.

“Harry?” Alanna spoke his name and he dedicated his attention from you to them.

“Hello? Alanna was it?”

“Hi, yes, Um, I just want to say that i’m really proud of you and all your achievements. I think you’re an absolute treasure and we all love you so much.”

Before Harry could get a word in they each continued to add onto Alanna’s praise. Harry started blushing, never being very good at taking praise. On the other hand, giving praise, he was remarkably good at - you could vouch for that.

“Yeah Harry your music is second to none and it’s really been such a blessing to be a fan of yours. You’re ridiculously talented.”

Mar was last to speak and although they didn’t say much, their words held gravity and were clearly very important to them. Maybe that’s why Harry appreciated Mar’s words the most.

“Thank you, Harry.” Was all was said, but it was enough for Harry to clear his throat so he didn’t start crying in front of these people. He didn’t need stories getting out of how he got all weepy because of some sentimental things his fans said, God the papers would twist that story a thousand different ways - and none of them good.

Harry kept the conversation with them for a little while longer until Harry announced he had to go back to his fittings. After they’d each said their goodbyes to both you and Harry, and even Aaron, they quickly asked whether they could post any of the photos they took from today - to which you and Harry were both completely fine with. The three of them then walked off and waved back to you, you waving too. You smiled so brightly, feeling so full of joy from meeting such wonderful young women. Not all Harry fans were that nice, so you were glad that those were the ones you had the pleasure of meeting. You turned your attention back to your loving boyfriend who was already looking at you - with so much love in his eyes you thought they’d turned heart shaped for a moment.

“What?” You asked, smirking at his cheeky face which gave you a belly full of butterflies.

“You’re just so amazing, d’you know that?”

“Oh stop being so soft i’m going to bloody cry otherwise.” You turned your head away for a moment to catch the tears before they could form, only to look back at him and he had his eyebrows raised as if he already knew that you were on your way to crying. “Shut up, you.”

“I’m sorry, y’too cute not to torment. Alright call me when you get back home safely babe, alright?” He asked and you rolled your eyes at him, he laughed at your childishness but knew that he only meant well for you.

“Okay. I love you, baby.” You kissed your front camera as a signal of goodbye that you did every time.

“Love you so much. Bye, bye, byeee.” He kissed his camera every time he said bye and you laughed at him before ending the call. God you loved him so much. Now all you wanted to do was get home and have a warm bath with your loving boyfriend and, little did you know, soon-to-be fiancé.

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

⭐️SIRIUS⭐️

Prompt: Requested, by the beautiful @romanreignsgirl20 Thanks for your request, sweetheart. I made some slight plot adjustments (I hope you don’t mind❤️) and I hope you’ll like it how it turned out😉.

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Curvy/Thick Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, praise kink, body worship, bondage (shibari), oral sex (female receiving), food play, dom x sub dynamic, rough sex, delicate subjects regarding self image.

Editor: @rheacanbreakme

Tag: @ziasaph , @marlananicole , @akiko-tanaka , @wickedsunfire , @sassymox , @nicolewoo , @saccreigns , @mindofasagittaruis , @reigns-5sos , @auawdo , @lustyromantic , @babydee17 , @yungbludjazz360

Notes: This request has a special place in my heart now, people 🥺 Ok, so, why the title Sirius? You may ask, and I’ll tell you why: Sirius is the brightest star in Earth's night sky. The name means "glowing" in Greek — a fitting description, as only a few planets, the full moon and the International Space Station outshine this star. Later in the fic, you’ll realize why this little piece of information is valid for you 😉. Y’all know the drill, loves: You can check out my previous stories on my Masterlist if you’d like (it would make me your girl here very happy 🤗). Now, let’s get to the fun part, shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy...

Standing in front of the mirror, I stared at my newest acquisition: a light blue, mermaid style dress. Subconsciously, I couldn’t help but notice how it clung to every part of my body that I hated, and I instantly regretted purchasing it in the first place. I felt completely insecure about everything.

I heard the front door open, and Roman calling for me. Almost on instinct, I took the dress off with the intention of hiding it, but Roman was faster than I anticipated in making his way to our room, opening the door and catching me off guard, giving me no option but to try and hide the dress behind my back.

“Hey baby, what- Are you ok?” Roman asked, when he saw the frightened look on my face

“Sure” I lied

“What are you hiding back there?” He asked, curiously

“Nothing...” I trailed off

“Let me see it” He teased

“It’s nothing, really” I tried to dismiss him

Roman smirked and quickly ran towards me, yanking the piece of fabric out of my hands. He lifted the dress up in the air, almost as if to examine it closer

“Wow, this is really pretty” He complimented

“Ummm...thanks”

“Put it on for me” He said, smiling

“I-It didn’t fit” I lied once more

Roman raised an eyebrow in suspicion, asking

“Marissa, I could smell your perfume on the fabric, so I know you’ve tried on! What’s going on, babe? Why are you lying?”

“I...I don’t think it looks good on me” I murmured

“Can I know why?” He asked

“Because” I sighed “It shows everything I want to hide”

“Can you try it on for me, so I can give you my opinion?” Roman asked, softly

“Yeah, I guess so” I replied, taking the dress out of his hands, I made my way to the closet, so I could put it on without him watching.

Once I got the dress on, I went back to the bedroom, and Roman’s eyes instantly swam all over my body.

“Baby, fuck!” He gasped

“I know... I told you it looks weird-“

“Weird? Oh no no no, sugarplum, you look stunning!” Roman said in awe

“No, it’s we-“

“Mari, baby girl” Roman walked towards me, and placed one hand on my cheek “You look fucking gorgeous, baby! Why do you think it doesn’t look good on you?”

Trying my best to hide my insecurities, I shook my head and try to change the subject

“So, how was lunch with Jey?”

“Oh no, baby. We’re not going down that path, not until you tell me the truth” Roman softly pulled me towards the full length mirror, placed us in front of it, and asked

“Mari, what do you see when you look in the mirror?”

“Myself, in a dress that doesn’t look good at all” I tried to joke, but Roman didn’t seem to like it

“I disagree with you. I see the complete opposite! I see a beautiful woman, who has no idea of how stunning she is and how gorgeous her body-“

“Is not and how this stupid dress puts on display everything I want to hide” I mumbled

“Mari, look at me” He lifted my chin up with two of his fingers, and locked our gaze together in the mirror

“Baby, you’re the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen! The dress looks ravishing on you, it compliments your body beautifully. The fact that you have so many curves is a plus to me! It always has been. Yes, I love you, but why do you think I invited you out for dinner in the first place?”

“Because you had nothing better to do?” I cackled, but Roman continued in a serious tone

“No. It was because I was attracted to you. Physically attracted, sexually attracted! If I’m being honest with you, I pictured us fucking from the first moment I laid eyes on you!” He said, and I looked at him in disbelief

“Oh, you don’t believe me?” He asked

“Ask Jey then! Or Jimmy, even Seth. They all caught me jerking off and moaning your name”

My eyes went wide, and my face went crimson red at the comments he made.

“What?” He chuckled “I’m only being honest!” Roman’s arms circled around my waist, as he asked

“You still don’t believe, do you?”

I sighed heavily “I’m sorry Ro, but I can’t-“

“Well, then you give me no option but show to you”

Roman slowly pulled the zipper down on the back of the dress, and let it slide down my body, becoming nothing but a pool of fabric around my ankles. Offering me his hand, he led us to our playroom in the basement. When we got there, he positioned me in the center of the room, and pressed a button on the wall that would make the hooks on the ceiling lower down. Roman went to hooks on the wall that held our collection of bondage ropes, and took the lavender jute rope in his hand.

He began to create an intricate pattern upon my skin with the lavender rope, twisting, turning and knotting the rope into a beautiful design. Roman passed the rope on the top and bottom of my breasts, followed by my upper arms, where he securely tied them together on my back and looped the rope around the ceiling hooks. He pressed the button on the wall once more, making the hooks rise, lifting me off of the floor. He lifted my legs up and bent them back, then passed the rope several times around each thigh and tied my ankles next to my thighs, leaving me spread open for him.

He stepped back to admire his work.

“Damn baby, you look so tempting” Roman bit his lips, came closer to me, and gave me an intense kiss “I’ll be right back” He whispered

A few minutes later, Roman returned with a heart shaped lollipop and the chocolate syrup we kept in the fridge. Positioning the large mirror with wheels in front of me, he said

“Today is going to be a special day for you, cupcake” Roman said, while standing behind me, looking at me through the mirror “You’re going to finally see yourself through my eyes. You’ll see everything that I see when I’m pleasuring you. You’ll see how beautiful you are, how perfect your body is, how much you turn me on” He leaned closer to my ear “And most importantly, you’ll see that there’s absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about! You should feel only pride to have such a beautiful face, body and soul” He kissed my hair “My perfect girl”

Roman leaned back, and grabbed the lollipop.

Taking off the wrapper, he placed the candy in front of my lips and said “Suck it”

I did as he said and began to suck on the lollipop, and while I did, our gaze locked in the mirror and I could see his eyes slowly turning darker and darker.

“That’s enough” Roman said, stopping me. And then, without breaking our gaze, he started to roam the candy all around my body: on my breasts and nipples, my soft belly, my hips, my thighs and finally my mound, where he began to circle my clit with the lollipop.

“Ever since we met, I always thought about how sweet you are. The way you’re so kind and loving to everybody, how you always have a word or touch to bring comfort to those who need it and how lucky I am to have the sweetest woman in the world” Roman turned around, until he was in front of me “And as time went by, I noticed how physically sweet you are too. Your skin tastes like apricots, your kisses are as inebriating as the finest liqueur and your juices” Roman knelt down in front of me “Taste as sweet as the purest honey” He leaned forward until he was mere inches away from my core “I want you to keep your eyes on the mirror, Mari. Don’t close your eyes, don’t turn your head to the other side, don’t look down! I want you to see yourself, how stunning you are and how beautiful you get when you cum. Do you understand me?” Roman asked, placing both hands on my hips

“Yes, sir” I answered, looking down at him

“Good, baby” He smiled “Now, look at the mirror” Roman whispered and began to work his magic on me. It was excruciatingly hard for me to stare at myself, but the more Roman licked and hummed in pleasure the more I could see how my facial expression changed. I became more wild, more raw, more passionate, more like a vixen. The woman I always wished to be was now in front of me, she had always been there, I just was never able to see her. But Roman showed me her, the woman I wanted to be, the woman he always knew I was.

“Do you see her, baby?” He asked softly, inserting two finger in me

“Yes, sir” I whispered, trying to hold back my tears

“This is who you are, this is what I see whenever I look at you! I don’t care what other people say or think, the only thing that matters to me is what I see and especially what you can see” Moving his fingers in and out, Roman began to kiss my soft belly and stretch marks “I want you to see how beautiful you are, how much I love your body. All of it!” He curled his fingers inside of me, making me moan loudly. And when his lips closed around my clit, I came all over him and Roman more than eargerly licked me clean. “I love every curve, every love handle, every inch of your beautiful body” He said, making his way up, licking every sticky trace left by the lollipop. Roman kissed my breasts, played with my nipples with his tongue, left love marks on my neck and then he finally reached my lips and kissed me like it was the last time we would be together.

Leaning back, he took the chocolate syrup in his hand and said “Don’t look down yet”.

He began to write something on my belly and chest, but I had no idea what it was until he stepped aside, revealing the mirror once more so I could read what he wrote.

“Read it out loud for me, Mari” Roman said

“Beautiful and perfect. Sir” I shyly read

“Louder” He requested

“Beautiful and perfect. Sir”

“Again, louder” He asked and so I did

“What are you, baby?” Roman questioned

“Beautiful and perfect, sir”

“And what should you never forget that you are?” He asked

“Beautiful and perfect, sir” I responded with my voice strangled by tears

Roman knelt down again, and started to lick the chocolate syrup off. His tongue traced every letter, as to remind me of it. He didn’t licked everything off though, he left some remnants, so I could continue to see it and read it in the mirror.

“That’s my girl” Roman smiled softly, with his eyes full of love, and I couldn’t help but let the tears roll down my cheeks “It’s alright, sugarplum” He cood, kissing me sweetly. Once I stopped crying he turned around, so he could stand behind me again.

He grabbed the chocolate syrup once more, and wrote something on my ass cheeks, I payed attention to each letter. When he was done, he asked

“Mari, can you guess what I have written?” With a wicked grin on his face

“I think so, sir”

“What is it, baby?”

“Is it ‘mine’, sir?”

Roman chuckled and knelt down, tracing the letters as he did previously, but only this time he bit my ass cheek forcefully before standing up

“That’s right, cupcake. ‘Mine’ “

I looked in the mirror and saw he had pushed his jeans down, to his upper thighs. Right afterwards, I felt his tip against my entrance

“Remember to keep your eyes on the mirror, sugarplum” He winked, sliding in, slowly. The position that my body was in allowed me to feel him deeper, stretching my walls in a bitter sweet pain.

“Oh my-” I moaned

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good. So fucking good” He groaned, thrusting in me vigorously

We moaned in sync, looking at each other in the mirror, drowning in our grunts and gasps of pleasure.

My walls began to tighten around his length “You’re gonna cum, baby?” Roman bit my ear

“Yes, sir” I gasped, already feeling my orgasm rising

“Then cum, baby. Cum around my cock” Roman said, as he pounded even harder

I squealed, squeezing his length and triggering his own orgasm. Roman slid out of me, and admired his seed dripping out of my core.

“I love you” He said, looking in the mirror

“My beautiful Sirius” Roman smiled widely...

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Ransom Drysdale Must Die (Chapter 2)

Summary: Ransom Drysdale is a serial cheater. The only way to get him to pay for what he’s done is for him to die. Or at least be extremely humiliated. As long as you don’t fall for him.

Pairings: Eventual Ransom Drysdale x black!reader, Ransom Drysdale x Multiple OC’s

Warnings: Swearing. Eventual smut.

(Author’s Note: I was watching John Tucker must die and it made me think of my favorite sweater wearing murder daddy.)

Words: 3.4K

It was true that you didn’t really have much of a life in Boston. Having to move around a lot really affected your people skills. Not that you weren’t a nice person or at least you tried to be, but it became a little difficult to know how to talk to people when you grew up thinking that none of it would matter in a few months. 

Your mom had called you asking for you to visit which you hadn’t done since college. You weren’t even sure what state she was in now. Hell for all you know she’d given up completely and moved to a different country. Besides you didn’t really have the space to host someone. Not that your apartment was too tiny for company, but your mom didn’t pack lightly despite being a nomad. 

She’d talked to you as you drove to work. Telling you about another guy that she’d met that she was sure was the love of her life in whatever new place she was in. As much as you wished you could tell her to stop, all you could do was listen and mhm on occasion. 

The Ransom Drysdales of her life were going to keep doing what they do to her and whatever woman they could get their hands on. You just wished she’d make better choices so she didn’t get hurt.

You felt a little bit of relief as soon as you’d arrived at work. Talking to her always made your stomach turn now which you hated, but there didn’t seem like there was much you could do. You kind of understood. She didn’t want to spend the rest of her life alone. Except since she’d jumped around so much she’d kind of made you want to.

You went through the employees entrance stopping at the breakroom to put your stuff away. “Hey,” Andy the assistant golf director greeted you. You didn’t really see him much, but he was always friendly when your paths would cross. He was a really handsome guy, super nice. 

You shoot him a small smile as you close your locker. “Hi,” you said. 

“So, did you hear? Harrington’s on a good one,” he said. “Something about the yoga studio that most of these women go to had to shut down.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What? Damn.”

“I know. Today has been something else.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Gonna have a lot of pissed off fitness gurus all over the place.”

“Just what I needed in my life.” You sighed. “Well, I better get in there before Harrington rips my head off.”

“Good luck,” he said. 

“You, too.” 

Just like Andy had warned you Harrington was on a good one. You walked into the clubhouse dining to see him chewing one of the other waitresses out, causing her to burst out into tears. You gritted your teeth because it was hard to watch. 

“Jesus Christ, what happened?” You whispered to Britt.

She shook her head. “Well, there was an emergency shut down at the Porter’s Studio which means they’re all coming here which would be fine, but Vida has to combine two classes into one each session.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What? What happened?”

“Apparently Ransom’s amazing good looks,” she started, exaggerating her tone, “made her swoon so hard that Lucy had a misstep on the stairs and she proceeded to totally eat shit.”

You gasped, covering your mouth. “No!”

“Oh, yes. I barely missed all the action.” She pouted in disappointment.

“Is she okay?”

“She’ll be fine, but Harrington had to send her home for the day.”

“Miss L/N, Miss Lin will you mind being useful and getting to your jobs,” he was now turning his fury to them. 

“Yes, Mr. Harrington,” the both of you said in unison, as you suppressed the urge to tell him to fuck off. 

“Actually, Miss L/N, I’ve already assigned you to help out Vida in the yoga studio,” he told you. Of course you’d end up dealing with it. Maybe it was a good thing he trusted you enough to move you between sections.

“Will do, Mr. Harrington,” you said.  

How Vida was still able to keep that zen exterior despite having to take on Lucy’s class and the women that normally went to the Porter’s studio. You weren’t sure if you believe the story about what happened to Lucy, but it was kind of funny to think about. At least she was okay.

You moved everything around on the refreshments table to make it look presentable. This was what he needed you to take care of. At least you’d get to sit all day. 

Vida laid on her mat needing a break before the next class arrived. Dealing with that many of these women at one time was draining. Even if on the outside she hadn’t broken a sweat.

“Ugh, I’m so jealous!” The squeaky voice of a woman said as she walked into the room. “He’s so hot!”

“Shhh, not so loud,” Chloe shushed her as they stopped at the table. “We’re supposed to be keeping it on the low. He doesn’t want his grandfather to find out while he’s redoing his will.” She grabbed a water bottle and a complimentary towel.

“Yeah, but c’mon, Ransom of all people,” she whispered this. “He’s so dreamy.”

Chloe bit her lip. “I know right. And, it’s so different because Jeffrey could never do the stuff we do. It’s insane.” She sighed wistfully.

Your eyes widened as you listened in on their conversation. Was it bad that you were making mental notes to tell Britt after. It’s kind of sad. Closest you’ve gotten to making a friend and you’d managed to bond over the scandalous shit rich people do. 

“You lucky ass bitch I swear.” Her friend laughed as they walked over towards the back of the class.

You weren’t going to lie. You were kind of curious as to what else they were saying as you tried to listen in. You were honestly so fascinated by this whole ordeal. 

Your attention on Chloe and her friend was cut short when Marissa walked in. You didn’t know this many of these girls took their yoga classes here. You scrunched up your face as she went to the last spot in the front of the class to unroll her mat. 

“I already told you, Baby. We can do it later tonight.” She twirled a piece of her hair around her finger as she stopped at your table, her Airpods in each ear. Chloe had come up beside her to grab another water bottle glaring at the other woman as did so. “I can wear one of those sets you like if you promise to do that thing I like.”

Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest seeing them this close together. God you had so much to gossip about. 

Just as the two of them had went to sit down, Amber walked in with her two friends on each side. Holy shit. There really was no way for you to expect this. You know maybe it was a good thing you were always the first one Harrington moved in between sections.

Finally the class had started. You were only half paying attention as Vida had doing warm-ups. “Alright, ladies, give me a nice deep breath and then....” she breathed out dramatically, “exhale.”

This went on for a minute and to be honest listening to her soft commands were making you sleepy. Everyone was following her directions as she broke her own pose to walk around to help help someone who wasn’t stretching deep enough. 

As she had them grab the small yoga balls next. You loved yoga. Yoga was relaxing. You’d rather watch paint dry than watch other people do yoga and yet here you were. 

“Ow! What the fuck, Amber!” Chloe shrieked knocking the room out of the peaceful atmosphere. 

Your head snapped up to see what the hell had happened.  Amber shrugged a smile plastered across her face. “Sorry! It slipped!” She replied in a sickly sweet tone.

Chloe rubbed her cheek as her friend came over to look at it. “Are you okay?” The other woman asked.

Right as Chloe was nodding, another ball flew hitting in her face. This time a lot more deliberate making her losing her footing. When she stood up there was this fire in her eyes. “What the hell is your problem!” She yelled at her.

“You’re my problem. Trying to push up on my boyfriend, Bitch!” Not to be outdone, Amber got into the other woman’s face.

“I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about!”

Amber rolled her eyes. “Oh whatever, everyone knows you’re a fucking gold digging whore.”

Chloe’s jaw dropped before slapping the other woman’s face. Your hand went to your mouth. Wow you really really did have a lot to tell Britt.

Amber not to be outdone, retaliated by doing the same. Everyone watched from the sidelines with shocked expressions as things progressed. Marissa was the only one to come over trying to break it up.

Oh god.

“C’mon, guys! Really?” She stood between them. “Fighting over a man. It’s not worth it.”

“There’s nothing to fight about! Ransom is mine!” Amber pointed at herself.

You were pretty sure your heart was going to beat out of your chest now.

It was Marissa’s turn to react now except she kind of looked like she was malfunctioning as she blinked way too many times in one second. “What?” For a minute she kept her cool, clenching her jaw.

Then she grabbed a ball throwing it at Amber’s stomach. “What the fuck!” 

“I’m dating Ransom!”

Boom.

There it was.

Finally.

You stood up trying to get out of dodge as hell was unleashed. Chloe threw a water bottle hitting you in the back, making you fall as Vida also unsuccessfully tried to run.

The wind had been knocked out of you, but you could hear the three smacks that they’d given each other before getting up. They were fucking animals. How good is this guy’s dick for them to be acting like this.

Instead Vida tried to break it up like Marissa had done, but it didn’t really work as Marissa pushed the refreshments table into the four of you before tripping over one of the towels that had fallen and landed on your stomach. 

The three of them tried fighting on top of the two of you when you grabbed the whistle around Vida’s neck to blow into it. The harsh shriek penetrated the air, making them cover their ears. “He’s cheating on you and instead of taking it out on him, you’re beating the shit out of each other!” You yelled.

“Miss L/N!” Harrington walked in red in the face.

Oh shit.

--

You were going to have a giant water bottle shaped bruise tomorrow. Maybe you could write a thank you note to Chloe for that one. Or for all of the various bruises that were given to you by Marissa. At least, Amber hadn’t done any damage to anyone, but them.

You’d been told to clean up this mess as Vida was able to go nurse her wounds. Could you sue? Was that possible? Sue this club and the three of them. Cuz fuck this hurt.

Harrington had chewed you out pretty hard. Of course he’d come in at the right time which must have made him think you had something to do with it even if you’d just been caught in the crossfire. Maybe your mom had a point. It wasn’t all that bad to pack up and move from place to place. Except instead of doing it over men, you could have like a jobs theme or something.

You’d just lifted up the table that had flipped over during the scuffle when Andy came in with a whistle. “Damn. I heard it was bad, but nothing could have prepared me for this.” He looked around with his eyebrows raised. 

“Yeah, it was pretty great.” You sighed puffing out your cheeks.

“What the hell even happened?” He asked, cringing as he saw the cracked mirror that looked a moments away from shattering. 

“Chloe, Amber, and Marissa happened,” you replied, getting down to start gathering the bottles.

“Harrington must have been pissed.”

You laughed. “He was. His face was so red.”

“Did that little vein in his forehead pop out?” He asked with a smirk, raising his eyebrow.

You nodded. “Oh yeah. Looked like his head was going to explode.”

Andy laughed. “Damn. I would have paid to see that.”

“Yeah,” you shrugged, “well I would have paid to not get hit with a full water bottle.”

“No! They did that?”

You nodded. “Yup. I’m going to have one hell of a bruise tomorrow.”

He shook his head, but before he could say anything the three women were escorted into the room with a security guard. There arms crossed and somehow perfect. How the hell did they manage to fix themselves first.

“I better get back.” He half-smiled. “Try not to get caught up in any trouble.”

“I’ll try.”

Security had left for some fucking reason which caused the three to do the expected as they took a seat on their mats which had remained on the floor. You were pretty sure you were about to witness round two, planning an escape plan out of the room this time.

“So,” Amber broke the silence, “I talked to Ransom.” She smirked. “He said he felt bad for you because you’re clearly jealous that we have something special.” She put her hand over her heart. “Something that doesn’t need a label because it’s-”

“Our own unspoken bond,” Chloe cut her off with her eyes narrowed as she rattled off that part of Amber’s speech.

“And,” Marissa took over, “I just love how secure you are and it hurts to hear you question it.”

“Because you’re the only girl for me!” The three of them finished in unison.

The three different expressions on their face was interesting. Amber looked like she was ready to fight someone all over again, while Marissa looked like she was one wrong move from crying, and Chloe looked like she was ready to murder.

Amber clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “He really said the same shit to all of us.” She looked like she was in disbelief. Like she’d been punched in the gut. Or possibly hit in the back with a water bottle. Or maybe smacked in the stomach with a yoga ball.

Chloe huffed. “Okay, so what? He gives me the same lines he gives you guys and then hooks up with m-” she started in on a rant until Marissa cut her off.

She shook her head waving her hands to stop her from talking. “Wait, what? You hooked up with him in between that time?” Marissa asked with an eyebrow raised.

“It was in his car!”

Amber guffawed. “Like a fucking high schooler during homecoming?”

“As if that makes it better?” Marissa laughed sarcastically.

Chloe glared at the other women with her lips puckered. “We share an unspoken bond,” she retorted. “Besides weren’t you all oh yeah baby I’ll wear that set you like, like two hours ago?”

“Oh, I’m sorry that I have sex in a bed like a normal adult,” she argued back.

Amber coughed. “Boring.”

You didn’t mean for that snort to come out, but it did. Then their attention snapped to you. Three very intense eyes were on you. “Excuse you?” Amber challenged you, her head tilted to the side.

You cleared your throat as you picked up the balls. “Sorry.” 

“If you have something to say, say it,” she pressed. God she looked angry. Not that you could really blame her. If you were in her position you’d probably be ready to go off at any little thing. Of course you didn’t want her going off on you again.

You opened your mouth to say something before closing your mouth again and second guessing it. “You know what. No it’s none of my business,” you replied. You didn’t need to get mixed up in their drama again.

“Just say it,” this time it was Marissa who was trying to get it out of you. Chloe wasn’t saying anything, but you could tell she was daring for you to say something.

You licked your lips before groaning. “Okay, ummm,” you took a deep breath, “does he always call you pet names? You know. Baby, sweetheart, honey.” You rattled off. “Yeah it’s not out of affection.It’s so he doesn’t mix up your names. And, he’s all about that unspoken bond or something special, but never ever about a relationship.  And, then he'll make this whole arrangement feel like it's your idea so feel guilty that he cheated because this is something he really wanted.”

Amber scoffed throwing her head back. “Oh my god! You’re dating Ransom, too.”

“No. He doesn’t mess around with the help,” Chloe said.

You raised your eyebrows. “Okay that was rude, but no. I’m not. I’ve just dealt with someone like him.”

Marissa pursed her lips, looking down at the ground now. “He does always make me feel guilty,” she reflected.

“I guess I feel like if a guy was making me feel like that, I’d-”

Amber cut you off, rolling her eyes. “Yeah you’d break up with him blah, blah, blah.”

Chloe scoffed. “As if he wouldn’t get a new girlfriend in like five seconds.”

“Which is why I wasn’t going to say that. If it were me dealing with a man like him, I’d get even.” You shrugged, finally picking up the last bottle of Evian which had rolled over to the other side of the room.

“Wait, who are you?” Chloe asked.

Before you could answer, Harrington had stomped back in right as the mirror shattered. The three women stood up screaming from the noise as you covered your mouth. Yeah wonderful timing.

“Y/N!” He yelled. “Get your shit and get out. You’re fired.”

You weren’t really shocked. At least your last day was memorable. Normally you would have went in there to clean things up. Except it didn’t feel worth it. You’d been caught up in enough fights for the day and al you wanted was to pop open a bottle of wine and drink until you puked.

The three of them only watched as you walked out. As if this wasn’t their fault. You could always get another job, but it still felt shitty. Unlike Amber and Marissa you didn’t have rich parents to fall back on. While Chloe also had her deceased husband’s fortune to get her through. Why were they even doing all of this over a man like Ransom. They could have anyone they wanted.

You hated job hunting. It was so stressful and annoying. You were surprised you’d even landed this gig. Maybe it wasn’t so bad, though. At least you wouldn’t have to deal with Harrington.

“I can’t believe he’s letting you go.” Britt shook her head.

“I know.” You sighed. “It wasn’t even my fault.”

She shrugged. “It’s not like you told Ransom to be a serial cheater.”

“Is it bad that I almost feel bad for them?” You didn’t want to. All of them could have left him today and find new boyfriends in an hour and yet no one deserved what Ransom was doing.

“Don’t forget to text me, okay? If you need anything I’m so there.”

You smiled softly. “Thank you.”

One of the security guards walked in ready to escort you out. The two of you rolled your eyes. “Alright, we’ll talk later. I need you to tell me everything.”

“I will.”

As you were walking out Ransom was talking to some girl at the front desk. You glared at him, not that he noticed. Not like he was paying attention anyway because apparently Ransom didn’t care about the help. 

Fuck that guy.

When you’d finally gotten to your apartment, you showered and changed just wanting to wash the day away. The soreness had started to settle into your muscles. 

You tried watching TV with your glass of wine in hand, but all that did was make you think about the impending doom of not having a job. So you found yourself doing what you normally did when things were shitty. 

You’d gotten lost in the soft blues so easily as your brush sweeped against the canvas. You weren’t really sure what you were going for, but at least you felt a little better.

As you took a step back to see what was missing there as a knock on the door. You groaned going to look through the peephole and your jaw dropped seeing Amber on the other side. 

[justplainwhump]

The new girl

[Casino AU : Marissa’s Story ]

Out of the frying pan into the fryer... On Stephen’s behalf Marissa gets transferred from Charlie’s basement to her new ‘home’ in the Casino.

Credits for our shared characters and setting go out to @whumping-newbie!

Content (warnings): Captivity, villain POV, lady whump, female whumpee, female whumper, kidnapping, forced stripping (non-sexual), dubcon kiss, nudity, scars, very vaguely referenced noncon, human trafficking // tell me if I should add something.

Fitzgerald's personal girl arrived early on a Sunday morning, the only time in her week Lydia considered sacred, for her weekly brunch video calls with her family. She wagered he knew it; that was exactly the sort of subtle power play he'd exert.

And he had won; she'd canceled brunch for "work reasons" and was now standing in the club's security office watching the video feed of Stephen's limousine driving into the reserved parking area many floors below. She was already on her third coffee, yet still had to suppress a yawn. On the black and white screen, the uniformed driver got off and circled the car to open the trunk.

"That fucking limo has tinted windows", she mumbled. "He still puts the girl in the trunk."

"Doesn't everyone?", the guard asked. "What do you care, anyway?"

"The new ones", she corrected. "This one is meant to be, I quote, 'very well trained' already. Shouldn't need to be put in place like this. Do I see it correctly, that Fitzgerald didn't even bother showing up himself?"

The driver downstairs helped a casino guard to recover a petite woman from the trunk, disoriented and unsteady on her feet, before he went back into the car and drove off. 

Lydia bit back the insults on her tongue as she hit the speed dial button on her phone. Routed straight to mail box. Sleeping it off on this lovely Sunday morning.

The guard had just thrown the woman over his shoulder and vanished into the elevator. She didn't seem to be much of a fighter indeed.

"Is the room ready?", she asked the attendants waiting for instructions by the door.

"Of course, Madam", one of them was quick to say. Tim or something. "Good. Get the physician there as well. And I'll need another coffee."

With a sigh she grabbed her cane closer and went over, one of the attendants hurrying in front of her to open the doors. She enjoyed their subservience. What she didn't enjoy was Fitzgerald expecting subservience from *her*.

When she arrived, the woman was already there, seated on the bed. Her gaze was cast down, long dark brown curls falling over her face. She looked rather clean, but apart from that was a sorry sight. Her hair dull and messy, her skin under the too largr men's T-shirt pale and littered with bruises and aggressively red scars. It took a lot of imagination to spot the elegant businesswoman underneath, the lady that was shown on the pictures Stephen had sent her in advance.

"What are you waiting for, girl? Undress", Lydia commanded.

For a second, the woman lifted her gaze. Brown eyes met hers, red-rimmed, but at the same time utterly attentive. It held only a fraction of a second, so quick Lydia wondered if she had just imagined it, before the other woman rose to her feet and pulled the shirt over her head. The shorts slid down from her thin hips right after. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, just stood there, naked, waiting.

Lydia stepped in, let the tip of her cane wander over her stomach and chest, admiring the woman's calm acceptance. She tipped it at the red leather collar around her neck. Ugly bruises were showing beneath it.

"Off with that, too."

A tiny flinch, before her hands went up almost shakily. "He doesn't want me to -"

"If Mr Fitzgerald wants it back on, you'll put it back on, but right now, you listen to me first and foremost. And I say it goes off."

She bit her lip, but didn't speak, as her fingers slowly went to the back of her neck and fiddled with the buckle.

A delicate gasp of pain escaped her lips, as the collar opened and she took it off, letting it fall to the floor. The skin underneath was chafed and raw, angry welts around its edges. 

Lydia pursed her lips. That would need treatment, as well as some of the wounds crossing her body. Whoever had hurt her - Stephen's mysterious *friend*, most likely - hadn't invested much in keeping her in shape. It was a wonder she could still stand.

"What's your name?" Lydia knew, of course. Still, she wanted to observe her reactions.

"Marissa." There it was again, that short, assessing gaze, that didn't seem to entirely match the image of the broken woman the rest of her presented. Intriguing indeed.

"Marissa." Lydia's cane went up to press the woman's chin up, before she could avert her gaze again. Marissa bit back a whine, probably caused by the strain on that bruised neck. 

"I'm Madam Hutchinson. I run this place. I do not tolerate objections, neither to me nor to the clients."

"Clients?" Marissa asked slowly. "I thought I was to serve to Charles and Stephen."

Charles. The mystery friend. And Stephen, not Mr Fitzgerald, not Master, not any other odd term. Personal ties. Fitzgerald of course had failed to mention *that*. She didn't like the relationships between clients and workers to run that deep.

"This is a well managed, professional place. We accommodate you on Mr. Fitzgerald's behalf, but you will work for us as well. That means you'll serve anyone who pays us for it, and you'll do or let them do whatever they want."

An odd noise came from Marissa, and it took Lydia a moment to realize it was laughter. A hard, disbelieving chuckle, but a laugh nonetheless. "Of course", she said then. This time, she held Lydia's gaze. The cane itched in her hand, ready to discipline her for insubordination, but Marissa didn't say anything more.

Lydia cleared her throat, before she continued. "You will be prepared to do so by us, before you're made available to our paying clients."

"Trained?", Marissa asked.

"Learn how to seduce our clients. To please them, whatever their needs and demands."

A tiny smile danced around Marissa's mouth, oddly out of place, directing Lydia's glance to her lips. Something happened to her stance, maybe only a shift of weight, that let the room's lights perfectly illuminate her naked, bruised body. Gently, Marissa placed a hand on the cane, her movement soft and elegant. From behind her, Lydia heard the rustle of fabric indicating the guards drawing their batons, slowly, insecurely. A tiny lift of Lydia's hand made them step back.

She let Marissa guide the cane aside and watched her step in closer. Marissa's hand rose, slowly, tentatively, settling on Lydia's cheek, while her body nestled snugly against Lydia's.

Marissa looked up, and Lydia could read a challenge in her eyes, an invitation, and despair.

Carefully, Marissa pushed herself to her toes, and guided Lydia's face toward her. Her breath was warm on her skin, and Lydia could feel her own accelerated heartbeat, as she let Marissa pull her into a gentle kiss.

"Like that?", Marissa whispered against her lips.

Lydia swallowed and stepped back. Marissa didn't try to follow. She stayed stood in the middle of the room, naked and vulnerable, fully at Lydia's disposal, and yet she felt as if she had just been defeated.

"Clean her up", Lydia said. Her voice sounded rough to her own ears. "Get her a haircut and some medical attention. Also, she needs to gain some weight, asap. Apart from that, she's ready for the clients. We can introduce her tomorrow."

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Exploring The Feeling of Fear Through the Story, Afraid by Jeffery Deaver

As Marissa Carrefiglio and Antonio went away from Florence’s Piazza della Stazione, the black Audi plunged down the narrow, winding streets, she became hopelessly lost, but he wouldn't be led astray for he was a native Florentine while she stayed in Milan for thirty-four years, which explained that Antonio was born and raised in Florence while Marissa stayed there for thirty-four years. She felt uneasy as they went farther away because she was unfamiliar about the place they’re going to. She also didn't know him that well since they only got to know each other for a short period of time at a gallery in Florence. This part shows her anxiousness and uncertainty towards their current situation.

The unknown and lack of control make people feel vulnerable and scared. Marissa just got to Florence from Milan, this is where the story starts to unfold, where fear starts to come in. Marissa is not familiar with the city and has no idea where they are going. “Marissa was troubled that he was taking this shortcut—and troubled all the more when he abruptly skidded to a stop at the curb.” Shortcuts make people uneasy. Even if you were familiar with the place, you might not know where the shortcut leads to, what more if you were unfamiliar with the whole city like Marissa. The driver could have bad intentions. Even though they are dating, they just met not too long ago, so they still aren’t that close, and there’s not enough trust. Frequently, shortcuts don’t have that many people, so if there were trouble, you wouldn’t even be able to get help, so it’s even more dangerous and scary. “Marissa noticed that he’d taken the car keys with him, which made her feel trapped. She loved to drive—her car was a silver Maserati—and she didn’t take well to the role of the passenger.” The said statements emphasize her claustrophobia and that she doesn’t like feeling trapped and not having control, so she doesn’t enjoy being the passenger. While in the car, Marissa met Olga. Olga mistakes Marissa for Lucia’s sister and tells her some things about Lucia. Antonio comes back, and Marissa asks him about Olga and Lucia. She was bothered by what Olga had said. A message that someone has died out of nowhere and that someone who resembled yourself could make us curious but more worried. Especially since it’s from someone with the features of Olga, it just makes it even creepier. Things just seemed strange and unusual, making us feel uneasy. The uncertainty of not knowing what’ll happen, the unknown, can make us feel afraid.

Antonio was driving fast on a very narrow road. This behavior made her scared face all green. Then a few days later they went to an exhibition. The woman saw a tapestry that she liked very much. Later, on the way back, the car was awkward.  As soon as she rang, she asked what was wrong, Antonio said it was okay, and then took the key when she got off the car. It was Marissa who discovered that he took the key away. Later, Antonio hid the person in the cellar. Later, Antonio kept Marissa from entering the cellar, but still out of curiosity, Marissa found everything after entering the cellar.

Antonio deliberately opened the door and, for some reason, led her to see the room. "Picking up some matches, Marissa walked into the kitchen. She noticed that he'd left the wine cellar door open. She glanced down the steep stairs and could see much of the room." Some people will check it out when they see something is not correctly put, and sometimes, you will try to find what you want to know because of curiosity. Marissa was there, and the door was open. She tried to close the door because the door was open she could see the inside of the room. When she saw the room, maybe her curiosity came up. So she went down to it. This part of the story is the most exciting. "She paused,frowning, staring at something under a table nearby. It was soccer, half-deflated." Marrisa's fears began to grow inside her. "On a stone wall to the right of the steps was a photograph. It was of Antonio and a woman who looked very much like Marissa, her hair dangling to her shoulders. They were both wearing wedding rings—even though he said he'd never been married. And the woman was wearing the same robe that Marissa was now wore." Other people make you dress up as someone else without you knowing, or permission is a very terror, what's more, if you are being dressed up like a person who is already dead. The front of the story is all foreshadowing for this part. In time Antonio starts to plant fear by telling the story to Marissa about the young boy who died, and let others tell her about the story of Lucia. It makes Marissa associate her ideas and recall previous events. Antonio plants a fear inside Marissa and lets it grow. Finally, He frightened Marissa "Ah, Lucia, Lucia... you came back from the dead. Why? You deserved to die. You made me fall in love with you, you took my heart and my soul and you were going to just walk away and leave me alone." Marissa was scared. Antonio did it step by step, and he successfully scared Marissa. In our life, a small step can lead to our success like what Antonio did, plant the fear inside Marissa.

Suddenly, she heard the voice of Antonio sounding quite normal. “It's all right, Marissa. Don't worry. There’s a light switch behind a loose stone to the left of the door. Turn it on. Read the note hidden inside the doll.”She was a little confused and didn't know what happened. She was so scared and it felt a bit strange, unreal, and unbelievable that everything suddenly became normal. She wiped her tears and found the switch. Under the bright light, she blinked, bent down and pulled out a piece of paper from the hollowed-out doll and read. She looked out the window and saw Antonio with the suitcase, heading over the bridge. Antonio saw the light through the window of the cell and knew that she was watching. He went to the parking lot after a while ,she heard his car start and the sound of him driving away.He left Marissa alone and let her find ways to go away .She opened the door and went out,those are her suitcase and purse. She opened the robe,put her clothes on quickly with trembling hands,took out the phone from her purse and grasped it tightly like a frightened child grasping a soft toy.She was a little worried about what would happen next second,but she didn't have time to worry about this ,so she wanted to escape here quickly and trembling packed her things .But she need to continued the note to know what happening and how to leave this place.In the paper written a lot of what happened just now is fake ,just to scared Marrisa as much.He asked her if she hated me very much because I did this prank to scare you ,but I understand ,it’s weird if you don't get angry and scared after going through these things and he has three number to help her.Marissa was angry, tearful,and trembling because of the note of Antonio,and walked to the stone bench by the water. People would feel very angry and sad or the same feeling that Marissa had that he/she regarded him as a friend but he engaged his/her and some of the people will silently reflect on why they are not cautious to make friends.She sat, and took a deep breath, holding the note in one hand and the phone in the other. Her eyes picked up gaze at the stars. Suddenly she was taken aback. She dialed a number and then changed a number to call, and the story ends here.

Antonio has no malicious intentions and is quite talented in what he does. His plan all along was to help Marissa find her true path in life. Marissa is not happy at where she is in life right now: needy ex, unwanted tedious job, etc. Although Antonio’s antics are questionable and potentially traumatizing, he’s still proud of the work he did and sees fear as “making someone feel alive”. As long as he does not do anything illegal, he won't be arrested.

[cetacian]

The Fall and Rise of Orca: One-Shots

Warning: child trafficking

                                               Under Cut for Length

Keeping Resolutions (With a Little Help) in New Year’s Evil Vol 2 Issue #1: Poison Ivy in“Auld Langs Ivy”

This story followed Poison Ivy as she tried to make an effort to be more people friendly, leading her to the C-List, a bar for lesser regarded supervillains.

Among the crowd inside was Orca, preemptively toasting the new year with Ten-Eyed Man and Scorpiana:

Orca seems to be back hanging out with lesser known rogues again here (something the New Earth version did shortly before her murder). It doesn’t really seem to fit her self loathing, loner persona we’ve seen in other storylines, but whatever.

Ivy soon found several rogues who were having trouble keeping their resolutions: Penguin (who wanted to quit smoking, due to a city-wide restaurant smoking ban that kicked him out of his own club), the Abacus (an underworld accountant, too shy to talk to women) and Orca (who was having trouble with her eating habits):

Hearing all these sob stories prompted Ivy to want to make positive change for them:

As a side note, Orca sitting on that little stool is hilarious to me.

As the clock struck midnight, Ivy used her mind-controlling pheromones to get Penguin to give up smoking, to help Abacus be more confident and to help Orca stick to eating healthy:

At first, Ivy believed she had helped them (as the pheromones were just a temporary push in the right direction), only to find out her pheromones worked a little too well in the case of Abacus, who turned out to be just as much of a creep as she thought. This lead to her causing a dead Christmas tree to tear him to pieces, reviving itself as Ivy finally felt she had helped someone (the tree).

Summery Thoughts: This story’s just okay. I do feel like writer Jim Krieg might’ve been making a fat joke at Orca’s expense, but it thankfully doesn’t go as far as it could’ve. It’s interesting to see Ivy’s mind control used for a good cause and it’s nice to see some of the lesser known rogues doing something other than being cannon fodder for once. Though they’re definitely going to need a new accountant.

High Seas Heroics in DC: The Doomed and The Damned Vol 1 Issue #1: Orphan and Orca in “The Hunt”

At the East Docks in Gotham Harbor, a cargo ship was bringing in contraband during a heavy rainstorm: weapons and trafficked children. However, the crew were soon accosted by Orphan (Cassandra Cain), who knocked them out and rescued the kids.

Meanwhile, the ship began to rock as Orca arrived on her own mission to deal with the crew on deck and began tearing the ship apart.

Orca is at her scariest here with that gaping maw and using her deadly bite to convey her animal predator nature taking on human predators (something that would go even further with her Injustice 2 counterpart, which I’ll cover next post). Kudos to artist Dominike “Domo” Stanton and colorist Marissa Louise for the creepy visuals.

The remaining crew soon found themselves between a rock and a hard place as Orphan and Orca took them out separately:

Once they’ve finished the crew off, Orphan confronted Orca, as both explained their motivations for attacking the ship, before deciding to work together to go after any remaining conscious crew members:

Summery Thoughts: This one-shot’s a little better with its brief team-up. There’s some decent narration from an unknown criminal commenting on how the lines between heroes, villains and monsters blur in Gotham City like nowhere else. There’s also good action here, though the story could’ve been slightly longer if Orphan and Orca had met up soon and had more dialogue together. As I said before, the art is the real star here, fitting both the dark aesthetic of the anthology, as well as the fact that the human monsters end up in a horror movie of their own thanks to a couple of Gotham’s vigilante figures. This has been the most recent appearance from Prime Earth Orca, so her future remains unwritten.

Next post, we find the light at the end of a very dark tunnel with Orca and Killer Croc’s love story in the Injustice 2 book.

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Clouds

Josh Lyman x Reader

Words: 2373

Part 1 of 2

Summary: Head spinning from funeral preparations, the reader barely has time to grieve her father’s death. Her husband, Josh, remembers losing his dad and tries to help her through the dark days of loss.

Notes: I really wanted to write a sad Josh imagine after the sappy Christmas one, so here we go. Also, I want to write some more suspenseful and intense West Wing imagines, so hopefully I will be able to get those going as well! (This started to get long, so I’ll be splitting it into two parts. Let me know what you think!)

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You turned the corner, saw your husband, and immediately turned back. You weren’t fast enough. 

“Y/N!” Josh shouted, pushing through a couple assistants to catch up to you. You turned around and put on an innocent smile. 

“Hi honey.” His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips turned into a deep frown. “You’re cute when you’re angry.” 

“Why did the President’s speech get moved back?” He asked with a frustrated sigh. 

“We thought it would be better for him to speak after-”

“After the Majority Leader announces that the Democrats just got screwed!” He shouted, receiving looks from the people squeezing past you. 

“Maybe we should talk about this in my office, Josh.” You said through gritted teeth. You grabbed Josh’s arm and shoved him into your office. “We decided that the speech would be too contradictory to try and make policy changes right before our other changes are shot down.”

“As opposed to sounding like a bunch of kids trying to start a fight on the playground?” He snapped. “Y/N-” You held up a finger and gave him a silencing look. 

“Need I remind you that this is my job?” You were one of the Media Specialists for the President. Josh stepped closer to you, his voice almost a growl. 

“Need I remind you that I’m technically your boss!” If you weren’t standing in the White House, you might have slapped him. The muscles in your jaw clenched as you bit your tongue to keep from saying something you’d regret. You turned away from him and sat down behind your desk. 

“You probably have something more important to do… boss.” You kept your eyes on your desk as he stormed out. Fuming, you grabbed a pencil and snapped it in half, throwing the pieces across the room. 

“Is this a bad time?” Your assistant, Lisa, asked cautiously from the doorway. 

“He pulled the authority card, Lisa.” You exclaimed. “He told me that he’s my boss!” She raised an eyebrow. 

“Isn’t he your boss?” 

“He’s also my husband.” You retorted. She shrugged. 

“Hey, you’re the one who married the Deputy Chief of Staff.” Lisa handed you a note with missed call information. “You got a call while you were arguing. She said that she’s your sister.” 

-

Josh was cleaning up a stack of papers that he’d thrown across his office in anger when Donna walked in. 

“What tornado came through here?” She joked, leaning against the door frame and her arms crossed.  

“Don’t start with me this morning, Donna.” He barked. He gathered up the papers and put them back on his desk. 

“You talked about the speech thing, didn’t you?” He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. 

“I told her I was her boss.” 

“You didn’t.” Her arms dropped to her side and she stepped into the office, closing the door behind her. 

“Yeah.” Josh grimaced. “But she’s wrong!” 

“It doesn’t matter who's right or wrong, you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.” She pointed out. He narrowed his eyes with annoyance. 

“Get out.” 

“I don’t want to hear about your back being sore tomorrow.” She shrugged. 

“Go!” She went back to her desk and he fell back into his chair. Donna was right, of course, which irritated him even more. He’d barely even started to look over his work when Donna came back into the office. “Didn’t I tell you to leave me alone?” 

“Lisa just called me-” He was too fired up to process the shocked, saddened expression on her face. 

“Donna, I can handle-”

“You need to go talk to Y/N-”

“Donna, really-”

“Josh.” Her serious tone caught him off guard. When he finally started to take in the grieving look in her eyes, he knew something was wrong. 

“What is it?” 

“Y/N’s dad just died.”

And the fight was forgotten. Josh walked quickly, rushing through the West Wing and making his way towards your office. Donna’s words echoed in his mind, mixing with his memories of the Illinois primary. When he lost his dad. 

“Where is she?” He asked Lisa. She pointed to your office. 

“She’s getting ready for a meeting with a committee from-”

“Cancel it.” He ordered and Lisa nodded in agreement. It was an easily reschedulable meeting, and you weren’t in the state of mind to discuss national park advertisement. He slowly opened the door to your office, finding you loading your briefcase with documents, the papers shaking in your hands. “Y/N?” 

“I really can’t talk right now. I have to get to a meeting.” You tried to move around him but he placed a hand on your arm. 

“I had Lisa cancel it.” You couldn’t bear to see the sympathetic look in his eyes. You shook your head. 

“I can’t. I have to-”

“Y/N.” He put a hand on your cheek and you finally looked into his eyes. Your lip started to tremble and your composure crumbled. Josh’s heart sank. “Come here.” He wrapped his arms around you and it almost felt like he was holding you up, your knees buckling underneath you. He kept one arm around your waist and held the back of your head with his other hand. “I’m sorry.” He muttered into your hair. “I'm so sorry.” 

“He’s just… He’s-” You sucked in a painful breath. “He’s gone.” It didn’t make any sense. Your dad wasn’t sick. He hadn’t been battling an illness for the past several years. You didn’t have time to prepare. Car accidents didn’t allow that. 

Josh didn’t say anything. He knew there wasn’t anything he could say that would make any of it easier. He knew better than most. That growing empty feeling that you just can’t shake no matter how many hands you shake or sympathy cards you read. 

Word spread quickly through the office, reaching the President in a matter of minutes. 

“You’re sure?” He said somberly and Leo nodded. 

“He was in a collision on the way home this morning,” Leo explained, his heart heavy with the news. He knew Bill well. It was actually how he had met Y/N. She was all fire and spunk and he had recommended her to the President for a media specialist. 

“He was a good man.” President Bartlet sighed. “Remind me to send something to Marissa. And tell Y/N and Josh to take all the time they need.” 

“Will do, Mr. President.” 

-

You usually loved driving home. The Virginia fields reminded you of the land that you grew up on.  Now, all you could think about were the memories. Your father teaching you how to ride a horse. Bringing you ice cream after a long day of homework. He was the one who taught you how to write. And now he was just… gone. Josh tapped his fingers on the steering wheel to the music on the radio. 

“You know you’re going to have to get along with her.” You said suddenly, images of previous arguments flashing through your head. 

“Who?” He asked innocently, eyebrows raised behind his sunglasses. You gave him a look. 

“My sister.” He shuttered and you rolled your eyes. “I’m serious, Josh. I know you don’t like each other, but this is really not the occasion to get into one of your screaming matches. Everyone is going to be on edge enough and-”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Josh took a hand off the wheel and placed it on top of yours. “I won’t fight with Celia.” 

“Promise?” He gave your hand a gentle squeeze. 

“I promise,” Easier said than done. Josh had never gotten along with your older sister. Even at your wedding, they managed to have an argument in the kitchen while you threw the bouquet.  You never understood what their ongoing feud was about. They had the same political stance, your sister adored President Bartlet, and Josh had always gotten along with your parents. Your mother couldn’t get enough of him. If you were honest, sometimes you thought she liked him more than you! But not Celia. There was something about the two of them that always led to legendary arguments that could be heard from the capitol. 

After a few more hours of driving, the hills and trees opened to a long, winding driveway that led up to the house. You drove up a few days early so that you could help your mother prepare for the funeral, but even now, cars lined the driveway belonging to people coming to express their sympathies. Being a Representative for the State of Virginia made your mother a well-beloved and publicized woman. So word spread quickly around town and many families came to share their grief. 

After Josh was able to find a parking spot, the two of you carried your suitcases to the back door. Dozens of people in black dress clothes passed by you with sympathetic smiles. 

“Here, let me get those.” Someone offered. You turned to see Thomas, your brother-in-law. 

“Hey,” You greeted, pulling him into a hug. “How is everybody?” He shrugged. 

“We’re holding up.” He turned to Josh and shook his hand. Thomas, compared to his wife, took no issue with your husband. “Fair warning, Josh, a lot of Bill’s journalist friends are here and they’re going to love seeing the White House Deputy Chief of Staff.” 

Your father had run the local newspaper for years. He was an incredible journalist, with many offers from bigger news outlets like the Washington Post, but he only ever wanted to do local news. 

“Local news is where the good stories are.” You remembered him saying. “Writing about real people and not always talking about how dark and gloomy the world is… that’s all I want.” 

He’s the reason you got into media work in the first place. When you got the job at the White House, he got you the most beautiful fountain pen, with gold embellishments and the words “Make the world a little less dark and gloomy. Beyond proud of you- Love Dad” engraved on the box. With all of the messes going on at the White House, you started to wonder if you ever really made him proud. 

“Hey,” Josh grabbed your hand before you stepped into the crowded living room. He must have seen your nervous expression because he gave you a reassuring smile. “Do you want to just go for a walk? Get some of that fresh Virginia air before you talk to anyone?” You let out a breath of relief and nodded. 

Josh knew how it felt to look around your childhood home and not recognize a single person. To see a bunch of strangers sharing grief for someone that they hardly knew. It was suffocating. He convinced you to walk him through the orchards. They were beautiful this time of year. You took off your heels and walked down the path with bare feet. The dirt and the grass were cool against your skin while your intertwined hands swung back and forth as you walked in the spring sun. 

“He loved days like this.” You mused, looking up at the sky. It was freckled with large, puffy white clouds. “He used to say that clouds were the shadows of distant worlds passing by. Island kingdoms home to all sorts of creatures.” 

“Sounds like he should have written fantasy novels instead of news articles.” Josh chuckled. You smiled. 

“He did.” You picked up a flowery branch and twirled it around in your hand. “They were just filled with little stories for me and Celia. He got them bound and everything, but he never published them. They’re up in his study somewhere.” Josh smiled with awe, fondly remembering the way his father-in-law told everyone stories at dinner. Some of them were true, some definitely weren’t, but it didn’t matter. They always made him think differently about himself. 

You made your way back to the house, seeing Celia standing on the back porch with her arms crossed over her chest. 

“Uh oh.” Josh groaned. You slapped his side. 

“Thomas said you guys got here an hour ago.” She snapped accusingly. “Did you just want to leave me and mom to do all the hosting?” 

“CeeCee, hush, it’s alright.” Your mom came through the screen door with a tray of wine glasses. “I wouldn’t have wanted to be in with the crowd either if I didn’t have to be.” 

“Representative Y/L/N, it’s good to see you.” Josh gave your mother a hug. “I’m really sorry for your loss.” 

“And I’m sorry that even after three years of being my son-in-law you still haven’t called me Marissa.” She scolded. 

“My apologies, Marissa.” He grinned. 

“So where have the two of you been?” Celia asked her tone still accusatory. 

“We just went for a walk.” You shrugged. She clenched her jaw and sat in one of the chairs while you and Josh shared the porch swing. 

The sun started to set and the five of you enjoyed a few glasses of wine and Josh bit his tongue whenever Celia tried to provoke him. This lasted for a few hours before everyone decided that they’d had a long day and it was time to turn in for the night. 

You slept in your old room, only now it had classy wallpaper instead of band posters. Josh had all but fallen asleep when he noticed you standing at the window. 

“What’re you doing?” He muttered groggily. His senses, however, switched to high alert when he heard the sniffle of crying. “Honey?” 

“I’m fine.” You waved your hand at him. “Go to sleep, I’ll just be a second.” He stood up, taking the comforter with him to wrap around you while his arms fell around your neck.  You held back a sob. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

“I know it hurts.” He whispered, his lips grazing your ear. “And I can’t tell you when it gets better because it’ll come back. Not all the time, but every once and a while, it’ll hurt. But I’m gonna be there for you when it does.” You turned around so you were facing each other and he pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead. 

The next few days would be rough, but he knew what they were like. And he would get you through them.

[jstmymagination]

I love the BDB novels and after re-reading some of my favorites this story came to mind. Actually it’s been stuck in my head for a while now so I decided to put it on paper. this is what happens when I’m bored Disclaimer: I am not a professional writer and this is in no way related to the Wardens work so there will be PLENTY of grammatical errors😁 enjoy.

The Scribe Virgins Private Sanctuary

“You can’t let the warrior take him” you have witnessed what goes on at those “training camps” he is just a mere babe. I made a vow with Bloodletter and I intend on honoring it. The child will be trained to be a fighter and protector, he will not be just any soldier. You don’t believe that to be true, for surely if you did I wouldn’t be able to see the sorrow in your eyes every time you look upon your son. Young one you would be wise to guard your tongue with me as you are under MY protection. I know the value you hold but I will not tolerate disobedience. My male young came into the world with a piece of me that I can not take back this you well know. Even at this young age, he is much stronger than any opponent that may dare to cross his path and this includes his sire the Bloodletter. Over time he will become what he is meant to be... Pea looked up without hesitation and asked what’s that? a “Brother”

Pea looked back down at the 2 twin babes they were identical in every way same dark hair with a slight wave at the tips, same diamond eyes that sorta changed color when either of them became frustrated, and the same special glow from their mahmen. I hope that you are correct.

I have made up my mind... I will take my leave from your sanctuary when you deliver the baby Vishous to the Bloodletter. I have been hidden away here long enough and like your babes, I too can take care of myself. Many years have passed since the war has started and I would like to move on. I know now that I am alone and I would like to start life anew.

The Scribe Virgin slowly turned to face the young woman that stood before her. “And what of your duty, to the race and your people?” What will you do when it is time for you to take your place? After a moment Pea simply stated on my honor as the Daughter, only child, and last surviving member of Sir Danger son of Danger highest Princeps of the last founding family. When it is time to take my place I will...without quarrel. So be it then on your honor I will grant you leave. They both knew that she only asked out of respect because if she wanted to go, there is nothing the Scribe Virgin could have done to stop her. Pea was growing stronger and confident by the minute thanks to the Scribe Virgins father. He seemed to have taken a liking to the female. On the evening he delivered her to the Scribe Virgin she couldn’t help but ask him why? Why her? and his response was “she is but one half of the whole”

Present Day Caldwell New York Havers Clinic

Yes ma’am Mrs. Sherman the young looks well. As he moved the instrument around to get a better look at the babe growing in her belly. Havers has been in practice for so long that his Q & A segments with patients were always patterned the same. As long as he didn’t hear any dangerous words he kept the appointments moving along smoothly.

And how has your appetite been now that you moved into your second trimester?? No more nausea... good Any concerns? .... good

We have a while before we can determine the baby's sex as you know these things take time. Seeing as how vampires are pregnant for nearly a year the babies develop all organs at a much slower pace. Well, Mr. & Mrs. Sherman keep up the good work and we will see you back here in 6 weeks. Julie my nurse will take care of you from here. Havers pushed his glasses up on his nose finished his charting and quickly removed himself from the room. After checking in with the nurses' station he went to the next patient which was pre trans male with a broken leg. He never understood the fascination young people had with ATVs and dirt bikes. Why would anyone want to get on a motorized 2 wheeler and ride through the woods? One slight move in the wrong direction and a person instantly became air-born. Anyway, this was his workday one patient after another. Havers is the race's only physician in the Caldwell area, and because of this, his patient load is three times as large. The patients normally start arriving at sundown, they would check in with his nurse Julie then wait to be seen. For the most part, his evenings went pretty smoothly, Julie kept him on a tight schedule. He started the evening by doing his rounds at the clinic. This included following up with any patient that he felt the need to keep overnight. After that he started taking his scheduled appointments for the evening, these could range anywhere from a prenatal appointment to a pre-trans physical. He was normally with a patient for no more than ten minutes then it was on to the next one. However lately he was having an influx of attacked patients come in that needed emergency medical attention. For the past month, Havers was in the OR at least twice per week. Due to the nature of the injury, each time the surgeries were getting more and more invasive. When this happens then his appointments are pushed back or either rescheduled which is something he or Julie liked doing. Particularly because his patients already have a two months wait to be seen in the first place. This is why he recently started doing home visits, mainly for his elderly patients. He didn’t want them to take any chances coming into the office for an appointment and then not being able to be seen because of an emergency. So during his scheduled “lunch break” he would leave the clinic to make his house calls. Havers enjoyed this change in his schedule because it allowed him to leave for a little bit so he could breathe some different air.

Black Dagger Brotherhood Mansion

Lassiter!! I am not watching The Bold and the Beautiful, I don’t care how many times Brooke kisses another man or Ridge falls in love with the new girl. Those two always end up back together. You are correct my dear comrade, Lassiter said to Vishous but isn’t all the drama worth it?! The back and forth, love/ hate... that is what makes us tune in every day. Vishous threw him a sideye and said no it’s what makes YOU tune in. Okay V. Shouldn’t you be getting some R&R for your shift tonight? Shouldn’t you be up top tending to things?? Lassiter sporting a wide grin... shot back yeah I should be but they don’t have WiFi and Roku sticks up there so alas I’m here with you. Just as the theme music was starting....V poured a glass of goose and then walked out. Lassiter smirked and thought to himself sometimes it’s the small victories.

After leaving Lassiter... V passed through the kitchen where the doggen was prepping for the first meal. Looks like someone put in a request for Fritz’s famous French Toast casserole with Maple pecan topping. if V had to guess he would say Rhage that male was born with one heck of an appetite. Not to mention he has the inner beast so it’s kinda like he’s eating for 2? Anyway, the smell of it is always amazing something about pecans, vanilla beans, and maple.. you just can’t go wrong. Once he got down into the tunnel he decided to swing by the MD office suites Jane his Shellen had been in surgery alongside the brotherhood's other private surgeon Manny, who also happened to be V’s twin sister Payne’s Hellren, for 5 hours.

As protectors of the race, they were always in constant battle, and sometimes things got pretty nasty in the field. Last evening one of the recruits got into a nasty pack of evil vampires and although he survived he was shot in his top right femur, his stomach, and took a nasty blade to ribs. The surgery was a success because let’s face it his Shellen and her colleague are pretty godman amazing at what they do.

“Jane”, yes she says as she looks up from her charting with a smile. I stopped by on my way to the pit to see what’s doing? Nothing much Yogi is stable and after he awakes we will have a Chosen come to feed him. V loved to hear his Shellen speak with authority it was the biggest turn-on for him, actually thinking back he heard her voice before he even saw her face. She had been his surgeon when he got shot in the chest and landed in a human hospital, he knew she was meant to be his from the very first moment he heard her voice. After catching up with Jane and kissing her good day. V finally landed in the Pit.. the home he shared with best friend Butch and his wife Marissa. Butch’s bonding scent was thick in the air which only meant one thing. He and Marissa have either just started and we’re close to finishing their mid-morning sexcapade. A male Vampire bonding scent is meant to be a warning to other male vampires that this female is spoken for. After checking the security system at his control center, V checked the time which was after 2 pm he could get in a few more hours of sleep before it was time to start the day.

Que is a full-time manager at the TOP HE4VY boutique in the downtown fashion district of Caldwell. Since he was able to dress, he’s been known for his style and edgy fashion sense. Que took a liking to fashion more than anything else because it allowed him to express his artistic side. So naturally, when the word got out that an exclusive boutique-like Top Heavy was coming to Caldwell he was the first to apply. The interview went nothing like he expected, first of all, he met with the owner, Pea, at Starbucks!... of course she Insisted on him ordering a drink. He ordered Venti Peppermint Mocha Frappuccino with soy milk and whip cream. And she ordered a grande Chai Tea Latte soy no water extra hot. Que remembered everything about their first meeting because Pea had been so easy to talk too and homegirl was dressed to perfection. Lavender Chanel cashmere v neck sweater paired with fitted distressed BKE denim jeans, lavender Louboutins, and of course the ensemble was topped off with a lavender Birkin bag. Not to mention she was a full-figured woman... Pea had the kind of breast that every woman wanted to fill her bra and every man wanted to feel in his bed. She also had been blessed with hips, thighs, and just enough booty to fill in the back pockets of her fitted jeans. He loved everything about her. After she hired him then he recommended Samantha the first-generation full-time college student. Samantha only worked part-time hours due to her school schedule. She picked up shifts between her classes and on weekends. Pea was always very careful not to give her too many hours because she wanted Samantha to know that school was the priority. She also told her if you ever need anything don’t hesitate to ask. They both knew that when Pea said anything she was referring to money but she respected Samantha enough not to come right out and say it. The three of them had a great work relationship and became friends immediately. They looked up to Pea like a big sister and she embraced it. They became them on little family, so naturally, when she called Que at 7 am and asked if he would mind opening up the boutique in her place this morning, he didn’t give it a second thought. Thank you for shopping with us today Que said to the young lady that purchased the last black moto leather jacket. Nice commission off of that one he thought. $2500 jacket and I get 15% of the sale, I will take it. And when will you be getting in the matching boots for these the young lady asked? I will have to get with my boss and she can call you when they come in? Perfect... May I have your number? Que asked The lady answered quickly... I will just stop back by some time next week no rush. She took the new jacket and left the store. Shortly after that Pea came into work, this was late in the day for her. She normally was an early bird.

Hi guys, how has business been today? Not bad, both Que and Samantha answered in unison. Good, thanks for an opening for me I woke up with a migraine this morning and I couldn’t shake darn thing. If you guys want we can go out for drinks after work or lunch can be on me today... your choice. Both agreed to lunch on the next shift. Samantha was bogged down with term papers that were coming due and Que had already made plans after work. I see we sold the moto jacket I’m happy about that... I thought that thing was gonna be here forever. The lady that purchased also asked about the matching biker boots? Do you think we can get those? I have to check with the manufacturer. We might as well bring the lime green monster out of the stock room and put it on display in the front window. Maybe someone will buy the hideous thing. Samantha went to the back stock room and pick up the lime green and black moto jacket. The colors on the things were so loud that they all referred to it as the Incredible Hulk jacket. Every month her manufacturer sent a “hot item” to all of the buyers as a preview of the next season's trends. When Pea unboxed it her first thoughts were no one on this earth is going to want to purchase a lime green and black rhinestone-studded leather moto jacket. So she just kept it hung up in the back of the stock room. Are you sure you want to hang this in our window? Que asked before he took it from Samantha. Yes, you never know that jacket could be perfect for someone. Later that evening after Pea closed the boutique she headed down to the Nells Social Lounge. It was located off of Trade street which was only minutes from her shop. She liked going to this place for 3 reasons 1. the age limit was 30 and up so she didn’t have to worry about hanging out with children 2. the atmosphere was 90’s ...the music was always a mix of R&B and hip hop..not this new school mess that's streaming everywhere you turn now. And 3. They have the best-fried chicken sandwich In Caldwell. Always hot And crispy with just the right amount of seasoning. It was served on 2 pieces of “light bread” as the owner called it covered with Duke's mayo... a piece of iceberg lettuce and thinly sliced tomato. Just thinking about it made Peas mouth water.

Jace, the bouncer/doorman greeted her as she walked in. Jace had to be about 6ft 4in with a deep voice and muscular build. His eyes were dark brown almost black even and he sported a thick beard, like cotton but he always kept it neatly groomed. Same with his hair which was also long and thick, and always kept in a ponytail braided to the back. He was always polite when Pea was around but you could tell from the look on his face that he wasn’t with the bullshit. Hey young lady... we haven’t seen you in a while. I know... I’ve been trying to keep up with work you know that fashion & time stops for no one. Pea slowly walked into the bar she waved hello to Nell the owner & bartender. I will have Peach Crown in the rocks. Sure thing and would you like for me to put in an order of the usual for ya as well? Yes ma’am. While she was sipping her drink the DJ played The Dream ft. Fabulous - Shawty is a 10. This was his not-so-subtle way of flirting. And just like the clockwork, he arrived on her right side. When are you going to let me take you out? Well hello, you too... I’m sorry. I’m just not ready to date yet. Man, this guy must have done a number on your heart. I promise if you give me a chance I will take better care of it and you too. I am completely flattered but make no mistake I can take of myself. I’ve been doing it for quite some time now. How about this, when if ever I get back around to dating ...DJ AK you will be the first to know. He hesitantly accepted Pea's letdown and slowly retreated to his DJ booth. The sad part is that she could sense he was a great guy with a lot of potentials. Pea had made a habit of NOT using her senses to peek into anyone’s thoughts she always that the whole thing was just too damn intrusive however the guy had been so persistent and a total gentleman so she became curious. Honestly, the only reason she turned him down was for his protection and safety. Even though she looked and played the part of a human well. She knew that there was so much more to her that he could not find out.

After two more drinks, Pea paid the check took her chicken sandwich, and headed home. When she moved to Caldwell instantly she felt at home so the first thing she did was locate a realtor to help her find a fixer-upper on the nice side of town. Pea arrived at her home on Wallace avenue she hit the garage opener pulled her Bentley Bentayga inside and then hit the button again to close the door. Pea got out went up the stairs to the door that let her into her kitchen. After she let herself in the house then changed into her comfy spandex tights and over Sized T-shirt. Then she put the tv on to Food Network, sat down in her favorite chair with her chicken sandwich. There was a Kitchen marathon running which was a perfect way to close out the day.

Tonight I want everyone in pairs of three, it seems that our enemies are traveling in packs now. We will need to do the same. Thorment the has already released the schedules we will patrol starting with the center of town then work our way towards the outskirts. Don’t attempt to a fucking hero if you come across something that looks suspicious. Radio it in and wait on backup. After a couple of other points were made the meeting was over. Lassiter sat in on the meetings it was an unspoken duty of his. He knew that his role was to run point guard between everyone on duty. And with him spotting Devina he needed to be on his toes. He had been trying to locate her ever since the night he saw her in that wedding gown hovering over the bridge. First of all how tacky was the whole act... a wedding dress. Devina in white... Gimmie a fucking break. And after last night's disaster, he felt like she was toying with him. Yogi had been out of training for some time so he knew the proper protocol. He said that everything happens so quickly .. it was like the enemy could read his thoughts. He was in pretty bad shape by the time his help arrived. For some reason, he was in Lassiter's blind spot which again was odd because seeing all and knowing all was kinda his thing. By the time Zadist and Phury made it to him, he has suffered a gunshot and a stabbing. Good thing Manny has the RV in the field full time now because he was able to begin working on Yogi immediately. Lassiter rode in the RV back to the compound and waited on Yogi to come out of surgery before he went to his private sanctuary. He needed to recharge his battery so to speak and he also wanted to check on things up top. Lassiter was by no means hard-ass but he knew the importance of showing his face. Upon arriving he entered his room and headed straight for the shower. After shampooing his hair and scrubbing himself clean he emerges from the shower in his favorite pink feathered robe. His mind was preoccupied with thoughts of how was going to assist the brotherhood with defeating Devina. He walked over to the stack of journals left to him by his predecessor and picked up the story of Charm. He didn’t particularly care for reading all of this stuff because it was all quite boring and repetitive. Also, let’s face it for the first few journals all the stories ended the same way. The war began and the Omega army wiped out entire first families. Either 1 survived to tell the story or none survived in which case the journal was incomplete ... This part of the job was just downright depressing but it was the history of the brotherhood and how it all came to be. Lassiter thought to himself... what I wouldn’t give for this to be a movie or even a soap opera that way I can just tune it every day. He tossed the journal back on top of the stack and wouldn’t you know it.. the journal didn’t land evenly which cause them all to fall over on the floor. Great!! Another mess for me to clean up. He walked over to the mess and started picking them up and restacking them. When he got down to the bottom of the pile there was a small piece of paper with an address written on it 311 Redd Ave/Fashion District..... Now, why would the Scribe Virgin have this address tucked away? He looked down at the 3 remaining books he had left to stack and wondered which one the address fell out of? Oh well finding this address is worth a trip to the city.... but first, he would need to pay a visit to Brother Vishous to get some plastic capital. After all, angels didn’t need to carry cash around. Lassiter touched back down to the mansion as the sun was setting, time to find the big guy. He knocked on the door to the pit before he entered. Vishous was sitting behind his command center reviewing security footage. Hello.. you are just the man I was looking for. Vishous responded without looking up from the screen, I can assure you that I am most certainly NOT the man you are looking for. Oh come on, I need a favor. Vishous looked up from the screen, you need a favor from me? Yes, that’s correct, I Lassiter need a favor fro you Vishous. If I grant you this “favor” what's in it for me? I will owe you one, one great big-ass favor. Anything of my choice. Lassiter nodded his head as long as it’s within my power ask and it will be yours. Vishous said deal.

Lassiter materialized downtown a few blocks from REDD AVE. This was the entrance into the fashion district a bunch of boutiques and stores that thrived on Haute fashion. This is a place where it was normal to walk past a guy dressed in designer from head to toe. Tom Ford is not just a label but a way of life for this block. Anyway, a few of the shops he approached didn’t have anything that interested him, he could tell just by looking through the windows. He walked to the end of the block then crossed over onto REDD Ave. halfway down the block, Lassiter spotted THE most stunning piece of clothing he had ever seen. It was a half lime green and half black leather MOTO Jacket!! The jacket was accented with black and lime green zippers that were completely covered in black and lime green rhinestone. He immediately looked at the name of the store which was Top He4vy. A store with this kind of unique fashion is something he needed to remember.. and well, well, well what do ya know the address plate on the building is 311 Redd Ave.

Hello, Welcome to Top He4vy Boutique!! I’m Que let me know if I can be of assistance with anything. He was greeted by a tall slender guy earlier ’20s. Muscular build very neat clean face I guess he would be considered a pretty boy. He puts you in the mind of a young man that might have pledged in one of those fraternities that have a STROLL!! Hi! I saw this masterpiece of a jacket in the window. Sure, let me grab that for you... you know you can’t go wrong with a good leather moto jacket. Que removed the jacket from the model and handed it to Lassiter while leading him over to one of the floating mirrors in the store. Looks good on you...

You know we have the matching boots as well. Would you like to see them? Sure... just then the door to the boutique opened again and 2 young ladies entered one blond and one strawberry blond. Both carrying several bags all designer of course. Welcome to Too Heavy Boutique, I’m Que let me know if you need anything. Sir let me grab those boots from the back for you... what size did you need? 11 D if you have it. Que went to the back of the store where the overstock was he stuck his head inside of Peas’ office to see if she was done with the conference call that she had been on with the distributor. He threw up his hand to wave and grab her attention. Pea responded I’m off the call, what’s up? You will never guess... there is a guy out here who is interested in buying the lime green Moto?! Que was trying to hold back the giggles... I think he may be in some kinda band... he has ALOT piercing and black/ blond hair. Very retro 80’s vibe. Well in that case let me take a peek at him.

They did this sort of thing a lot whenever someone eccentric and unique came into the store they both would service them. Just so they could gab about it later. Que found the boots in his size and then they both headed back out to the sales floor. The gentleman’s back was to the both of them as he was still admiring himself in the mirror. Excuse me sir here is that 11D for you and I would also like to introduce you to our store manager. Lassiter turned around to take the shoe and went completely into shock. Standing beside the young sales associate was a whole new set of problems.

Pea was completely dumbfounded as she reached out to shake his hand. She knew exactly what he was and by the looks on his face, he had to know about her. They both were not the humans that they appeared to be. Hi! She said in a shaky voice so I see you like the Moto jacket trying to keep a smile on her face. Lassiter cleared his throat and responded yes.... yes I do. Que broke up the awkward moment by inserting the boots. Before he could say anything one of the young ladies began pointing at a dress that was hanging too high for her to reach. Que why don’t you go help them out and I will finish up here. Sure thing.

Lassiter took the boots and headed over to one of the benches. Do you want to go first or should I? You go Pea responded. Okay very well then, my name is Lassiter and I’m a guardian of sorts. Of sorts?! Pea responded Yea ma’am... I may not carry out my tasks in the traditional sense but I am known for getting the job done. How did you find me? Pea asked. I didn’t, this address was in the book left to me by my predecessor. Um huh... so when you say left to you. Does that mean your predecessor is no longer around? I wouldn’t say that she’s always around but she is not on shall we say “ on duty” anymore. Pea saw Que looking back over in their direction so she quickly smiled and nodded toward the boots “ how’s the fit?”

Lassiter looked down and said good I will take them both. Perfect, let’s get you checked out. Que, he’s gonna take them both may you start ringing him up. After Lassiter removes the jacket and boots and fixed his clothes he walked over to the register. Que rang him up... he handed over the black Amex that V gave him along with the matching fake id. Thank you for shopping with us today Mr. Logan and please come back. Lassiter said thank you and headed towards the exit. Satisfied with his sale Que walked back to 2 young ladies. Aah Que I’m going to head over to Starbucks my latte is cold... do you want anything? No, I’m good. Hold down the fort.

Lassiter was already out of the store and waiting on Pea off to the side of the building. They casually walked toward Starbucks as if it were an accident that they bumped into each other again. Okay, I have questions Lassiter stated... Shoot... who are you?! And why are you in downtown Caldwell? Why was this address in a journal left to me? How long have you been here? And am I supposed to be helping you or should you help me? I’m so confused right now. With a giggle, Pea turned and said wow you weren’t kidding with the questions. As they approached Starbucks Pea stopped and turned to Lassiter “Before I start answering all your questions I have two questions for you .. who are you? where is Wrath? I am sorta a friend of Wraths. I mean the King. Wrath is the King and he is at home with Queen Beth and their son LW. Great!! Then to answer your questions I am no one of importance, I’ve been in Caldwell about a year now, and your predecessor left my address in that book so that I can help you. She started walking up towards the Starbucks entrance and Lassiter grabbed the door as they entered she asked him...do you have a cellphone, I will text you my home address and you can meet me there tonight around 8:30 pm. Lassiter gave her his number she pulled out her iPhone 12 Pro Max and sent him the address. taking out his phone to confirm 7912 Wallace Ave... Lassiter couldn’t help himself... oh you live in the snazzy part of town huh. Pea just laughed it off and said but of course. Pea got in line and Lassiter exited the building.

7 pm rolled around and Pea decided to go ahead and lock up the store for the evening. Que had done well for the day commission wise and so he was okay with it. Pea decided that since she was having company over that she would cook a meal for her guest. No doubt he would be full of questions for her and she needed to ready to answer them. Her specialty was southern food. A few decades ago she spent time traveling the south more specifically the Low Country and she just fell completely in love with the food. So the menu tonight would be Fried chicken, collard greens with smoked neckbones, mac n cheese, white pepper gravy, and white rice and cornbread muffins served with warm cane patch syrup.

She hadn’t had much of an appetite lately and her body was becoming achier. so she figured since soaking in her deep pool style tub wasn’t working as well as it once did maybe she should just do more. Because if she was being honest with herself... her schedule had become quite routine... home..work....maybe Nells lounge for drinks....and that’s it. Day in day out same thing over and over. Pea arrived home ready to cook. She took out the pots and pans, put on some of the soul music stations, and got to work in the kitchen. She did enjoy cooking there was something very cathartic about it. After everything was simmering and the fried chicken was in the oven warming Pea went downstairs to her basement bedroom and took a quick shower threw on pair of Nike tights and oversized T-shirts and headed back upstairs to await her guest. 8:30 pm on the dot Lassiter materialized on the Wallace block a few houses down from where Pea lived. He was only familiar with this side of town because the brothers Darius & Thorment both lived somewhere over in this area some time ago. He approached her house white with black shutters you could tell it had complete renovation done. The farmhouse look was nice and something you didn’t see in the city all the time. When he got on the porch he could smell the fried chicken he hit the doorbell and Pea answered right away. Hey, come on in. Did you cook? Yea I threw a little something together for us to snack on. Lassiter shrugged out of his jacket and laid it on the arm of the sofa. Pea walked into the kitchen and begin the lay the food out Buffett style Lassiter's eyes grew Bigger with each entree. Shall we eat first and then talk or vice versa? Grabbing a plate Lassiter said EAT. FIRST. Pea made a plate and knew she would have to force the food down because her appetite has been completely crap lately. After they ate dinner Lassiter took a deep breath rubbed his stomach and said I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve been chosen to be the protector over the king and the brotherhood but I think I’m losing ground. Our soldiers are being placed in harm's way and this new threat to them is a real bit— beast. She has so much hate in her soul and so much control over the evil. How can I fortify these guys so that they can compete because what they have now is not enough? I need to find her weakness so that I can take her out. How do you know the evil is her? The Destroyer prophecy came to light the Omega is no more And Devina assisted with his destruction. Devina? Yes, she is The Omega’s little sister. Lassiter took a swallow of sweet tea and ran his fingers through his hair. and that’s the just of it. Pea sat for a moment then got up and begin to clear the dishes. Listen, I’m willing to help educate you about your new role and possibly find a weakness for Devina. Because one thing is for sure... the only thing that combats darkness and evil is goodness and light. I have only 2 conditions 1. We train from a neutral location because I can’t have my identity be compromised and 2. No matter what we find out after 3 weeks, I get to leave and come back to normal life. Deal? Lassiter held out his hand and said deal. We will train at the brotherhood mansion it’s secure and neutral. Brotherhood mansion? Yup everyone resides there, they have plenty of room. Okay, and what will you tell them when they ask who am I? With a smirk Lassiter responded with his best southern accent: why, You’ll be my cousin Peanut from down south. Okay... so then you pick me up here tomorrow at 8 pm. I will need to make arrangements at the store.

Pea went into the store the next day good thing she had both Samantha and Que on the schedule. She told them that she had a family emergency come up and that would be out of the office for the next few weeks. They both were responsible and she trusted them to run things accordingly. Once she got home she soaked in her tub for a good long hour trying to soothe her muscles as much as could but it wasn’t helping. So she went ahead did something she never had done before which was take ibuprofen. Hopefully, that would make the muscle aches more manageable, she got packed up for the three weeks in a big rolling suitcase, a smaller duffel bag, and her purse. At 7:58 she looked out the window and Black Cadillac Escalade ESV pulled into her driveway. The passenger side door swung open and Lassiter hopped out. Nice wheels... They aren’t mine. I caught a ride with a friend Are these all your bags? Yes.. too much? I wasn’t sure what to bring... haven’t ever done this before. You are good. Pea made sure everything was locked up tight and followed Lassiter to the SUV. While he put her bags in the back she went to the opened back door on the passenger side. How are ya? A big guy said with a thick Southie accent. I’m doing well and yourself. I’m good so you just moved here from down south? Yes, the Myrtle Beach area, and this guy here is your cousin. Yes, sir... don’t let this city scare you okay. It’s a great place to live but you have to be on your P’s & Q’s. No pun intended ...Yes sir. Butch give her a break she is not that fragile. As they pulled off slowly Pea had a gut feeling that this wasn’t going to be as easy as she had planned. After a 30 minute ride and going through a series of what had to be gates due to the stop and going Pea assumed. The windows all had those shades that came up and covered them. So she couldn’t see where she was. Lassiter turned around from the front seat and said we’re here. He hopped out and then opened her door. The brother butch went around the back grabbed Peas bags. The male was HUGE ... Pea remembered studying about the brotherhood ... they were bred to be elite, the biggest and strongest of the race. Follow me Lassiter said... let’s go inside. The word mansion didn’t do this place justice it was more like a 2 hotels and palace wrapped into one big place. We walked to the double doors and butch looked up to what Pea assumed to be was the camera because the doors opened then we entered a large vestibule where Butch repeated the same Process and then another set of doors were opened by a butler. He immediately took Peas bags from butch and said madam I will place these in your guest room. Pea dropped her head and said thank you. And as she crossed over the threshold into the foyer her joints were on fire. She knew this was a mistake. So who all lives here? before Lassiter could answer Butch started running off names. My brothers Vishous by the way he likes to be called V his sister Payne, Zadist, his twin brother Phury, Rhage, Tohrment, John Matthew, Qhuinn & Blaylock, Zcor and his crew all our Shellens and young. The Rev may stop by and oh yea the king & queen Wrath and Beth and their son.

King and Queen?! As in King Wrath son of Wrath?! Holy shit!

Pea felt like the wind had been knocked out of her... how on earth was she going to make it in this house for three weeks around so many male vampires not to mention the king himself. Come on into the game room you might as well meet everyone now. Pea slowly followed Lassiter into room where she spotted Vishous & Payne first. They both resembled their mahmen. Butch started the introductions as Pea waved hello. She was introduced to Manny Payne’s husband John Matthew, Quinn, Blaylock, Layla, and the twins. The Queen stuck her head and with cutest little fellow on her hip... he truly was the spitting image of his father. Hi Lassiters cousin correct? Yes my name is Peanut but I go by Pea Well Pea welcome to our home any family of Lassiters is family to us as well. Feel free to help yourself to anything and if you need any help don’t hesitate to reach out. This little fellow wants a snack.

Here let me show you where you will be sleeping..Lassiter escorted Pea down a hall that had enough priceless paintings and collectibles, that it could have held it on at any museum. The room that Pea would be staying in was located in the middle of hall. When Lassiter opened the door Pea went completely speechless. The room was decorated like something straight out the Biltmore mansion. Big dramatic curtains the went from the ceiling to the floor, fabric wall paper, chandelier lighting, more expensive paintings, deep custom walk in closet, bathroom with tub big enough for a few people to soak in. At least I will be comfortable, Pea thought to herself. She went and sat on the edge of the bed her joints stiffened and her stomach growled. She used the restroom washed her hands and face then clamped down on her all her instincts and walked into the hall. Lassiter went ahead and setup in sitting room off from the library. He had what appeared to be volumes of the scribe virgins journals. They chronicled the battles and enemies to the brotherhood. Starting with the first warrior. this is where I think we should start? Before Pea could answer her stomach blurred out a loud roar... I didn’t eat lunch today... can we grab something quick? Sure I will have the doggen make you something... what would you like? I can do something small maybe like a smoothie with fruit berries banana and beets..lots of beets.. Beets? Lassiter said making a yuck face First of all beets are good for you and if you roast them they get sweeter. And a turkey sandwich. The sandwich was just a decoy. She hoped the smoothie would get her though the evening.

As they began to comb through the volumes... Pea started to reminisce about the time she had spent with Annalise and her newborn twins. At that time Pea was completely lost and the world she thought she knew was snatched from under her yet again. Her young life been a constant moving circus. From pillar to post she sometimes slept in a bed and other times she found shelter in screened porch. She never kept the same ghaurdian for a long period of time because it just wasn’t safe for either of them. Sometimes she was awaken in the dead of night and was told we have to move now. There was no time to pack anything or say goodbyes to people that had been generous enough to open up their homes to her. So by the time was a teenager she really was looking and yearning for a mother figure and a home . Just her luck that she would land in the hands of a women that was all business. Even though she had two young of her own it was obvious that she had no kindness or affection to spare when it came to Pea.

The Scribe Virgin had made it clear from the very beginning that Pea was there for her protection and tutelage. Starting from her first day in the sanctuary Pea began reading the journals and committing the most important parts to memory. The information all be it very interesting just did not appeal to Pea whatsoever. But since she was in the care of the Scribe she committed all her time to studying the history so that if the Scribe ever needed her expertise on any subject she would be able to supply an answer. Now after all this time her training was finally going to be useful.

Havers had made it very clear that he was not to be disturbed for at least an hour after he made his last rounds. He blocked the same time out on his weekly schedule concurrently. This was the time he did his transfusions it had been years since he had taken a vein and although the transfusions didn’t supply everything he needed. He was able to survive and He just couldn’t bare the thought of having to take blood from another women. Wether she be of noble blood or not. He felt it would be betrayal to his dearest Evangeline. Havers still remembered the way she smelled it was like fresh cinnamon n Apple spice. Her hair was black and thick like cotton with soft coiled curls throughout she always wore it down because she knew that was the way he liked it. Her smile was warm and inviting like sunshine and her eyes were the color of chocolate brown. She was everything that he could have imagined and then some. Like most marriages of high born their mating was arranged at birth. When her father found out that Havers would be attending medical school. He immediately put her on a path to become a nurse so that they would have something in common. Evangeline attend Rutgers night classes of course graduated in the top 10 percentile of her class. From her first day at his clinic, they were a natural team he admired her drive focus and dedication. She had the ability to communicate with patients on a more personable level. Whereas his approach was very clinical and direct. The knocking at door became louder then the intercom went off. Code blue paging doctor havers code blue in the ER reception area. Havers stopped his infusion pulled down his sleeves and put in his lab jacket and took off. This was the third attack in the past two weeks the patients were coming in more mangled than ever. He knew that he should reach out to the brotherhood about this since there was a pattern forming. But per his last encounter with them nothing had changed he knew he wasn’t on their list of favorite people and vice versa. Maybe he would contact his sister Marissa she was the shellen of the brother Butch He could let her know what’s going on and then she could relay the message. The only problem with that was it had been two years since they last spoke. When she upstaged him at the meeting with families of glymera. Honestly he couldn’t blame her for the way she treated him after all it had been him who started the whole thing by putting her out of their family home just before sunrise. The only way to start mending fences is to put in a phone call which is exactly what he intended to do afterwards. The preservation and safety of the race was more Important than a disagreement between siblings.

After he finished his third surgery he walked back to his office looked up the number to A SafePlace and put the call in. He was prepared to leave a message for his sister to call him back but instead she answered the phone on the second ring. Hello, this is Marissa Greetings Sister Mine, how fair thee this evening? Marissa couldn’t believe the voice coming out of the receiver It had belonged to her brother which she hadn’t spoken to in what felt like forever.

Ahh...I am well brother mine to what do I owe this pleasure? I have a number of cases that are involving brutality. All patients have come in near death their bodies near drained of blood. I’m sure that your husband and his brothers are very busy but if you could bring this to his attention. I would be completely grateful. Marissa took detailed notes and agreed to speak to Butch. She hadn’t realized how much she missed her brother until she heard his voice. She tried to keep on the line but he said he had patients that needed his attention. After Marissa hung up she sat at her desk for minute taking in the fact that her brother reached out to her. The issue of course was very urgent but the fact that Havers had taken his time to dial her up and deliver the information first hand literally had blown Marissa mind. Havers could have sent an email or one of his nurses could have called and left a message. But instead he choose to call her. This gave Marissa hope.. hope that maybe they could mend fences. She really did miss her brother. After a moment had passed Marissa snapped to attention and dialed you her Hellrens number. Hey baby... what’s doing? I just received a call from my bro- I mean Havers... he asked me to inform you about series of cases that have just now started coming to the ER. Marissa provided her Hellren with the same details that had been given to her. Butch told her that he will pass the information along to Tohrement as that was the chain of command. Marissa is there anything else that you want to share with me baby? No, no that’s all he said , why do you ask? Because I can hear something different in your voice. Well it just been such a long time since I’ve heard my bro- I mean Havers... well my brothers voice. That’s all.. Butch listened to Marissa take a deep breath and then said listen I will get this information over to the higher ups and then I’m meeting you for lunch. Marissa politely accepted the invitation and told Butch she loved him and then ended the call. Butch got up from the bar in the great room and made his way upstairs to Wrath’s study ... he knew that Tohr would be in there working with Wrath. It was almost time for 2nd meal and since he was taking Marissa lunch... he wanted to deliver the message and get moving immediately after.

Butch took to the stairs two at a time and when he reached the top he continued a slow jog until he reach Wrath’s office. The door was open which was a good sign maybe he could get in and out without many questions. He gave a light tap on the outside of door as he passed through both of the massive brothers looked up at and greeted him. Sup Butch.. hey I just got a call from Marissa. You will never guessed who contacted her today... Tohr looked at Butch and said.. I despise guessing games, while Wrath said is this really necessary? Not in the least Butch replied. Apparently Havers wanted to give us a heads up on some patients that he recently treated in the ER. He noticing a pattern of mangled body parts or the bodies being nearly drained of blood. Wrath lifted his wrap around shades and rubbed his eyes while Tohr got up and started walking towards the window. Do we know how many people have been effected by this? Havers did not say.. Butch please thank Marissa for me and see if Havers would be open to us possibly speaking with one of the victims. Tohr I will need you to handle this first hand... I would like to assist if possible Butch spoke up. Very well Wrath agreed.. I will give the brothers a briefing on this at the close of shift meeting. I’m going to meet Marissa for lunch you mind if we meet later. No problem.. hit up when you return. Butch went back downstairs and the door to head over to A Safe Place to meet up with his Shellen for lunch. He didn’t like the way she sounded over the phone and all his instincts told him that she needed him now. Marissa was standing outside as Butch pulled the ESV up the driveway... she greeted him with a loving smile. Hi baby you ready for lunch, yes but if we could talk for a moment. Butch put the truck in park and turned to give Marissa his full attention. I miss my brother. He is my baby brother and today is the first day I have spoken to him in two years. I know this shouldn’t cause me worry but it does. Would I offend you if I were to call him? Marissa you are right he is your family and so he is my family, please call him if that is what it takes to make you feel better. A lot of time has passed since your last encounter with him, maybe he has soften a bit by now. Marissa reached over the console and kissed her hellren and said I love you more and more each minute of each hour of each day.

Back in his private lab Havers tried to start the transfusion process again Hopefully this time he will be able to complete it with no distractions. In the very beginning he was excited about the possibility of vampires being able to live off of intravenous blood transfusions. It would mean wonders for so many people. Not having to rely on another the sustain a healthy balance blood diet. But alas in all the years of trials he just hadn’t come across the right combination to call the is process a success. When he rolled up his jacket sleeve there were needle sticks and track marks up and down his arms. If one didn’t know any better they would swear he was using drugs. The fact of the matter was he could only use a spot once. After that the spot became very tender and developed a dark purple bruise under the skin that healed at an extremely slow pace. He figured this had to a side effect from the transfusion. After a very careful observation he located a spot on left forearm, inserted the needle and began the IV pump. Evangeline my dearest I miss you so much. How does one heart heal after experiencing pure love and friendship. I miss you everyday my shellen, I miss the life we made with each other plus the little life that grew inside of you. With tears in his eyes Havers reached over to his computer pulled up his playlist and selected How Came You Mend A Broken Heart By Al Green. This is what his life had become memories, sorrow, sadness, patients and transfusions. Over lunch Marissa shared Havers story with Butch. Havers wasn’t always a pencil pushing buttoned up robotic nerd. He was once considered to be the life of the party. He had a great sense of humor and was very skilled in basketball. Butch had a hard time believing that one but whatever. However once he lost his shellen and child he became a different person. Butch remembered how Tohr was when he came back after he lost Wellsie. He wouldn’t wish that kind of pain on anyone. Butch suggested in a round about way ... maybe it’s time for your brother to move on. To be honest Marissa had thought about herself a time or two but how do you tell that to a grieving widower? After he dropped Marissa back off to

[djhedy]

What inspired you to write your tinder series :o

WELL HI THANKS FOR ASKING

strap in things are about to get real personal

i have never dated really. when i was a teenager i met someone and we were together for a very long time (i sound like a parent telling her kid a sad story lmao), and we broke up a year and a half ago. basically as much like a divorce as you can get. THUSLY obviously i mean depression blah blah blah BUT ALSO i suddenly had no idea how to go about the dating thing? so i installed tinder. i dated someone nice for a few weeks but she wasn’t right for me and i ended things and never met up with anyone again (and still havent! dating? WHOMST?)

i basically decided tinder is bullshit for someone who is borderline demisexual

i am attracted to personalities, not looks

so, if someone’s *look* communicates something about their *personality* i am *into it*

i was at a gig once and there was a girl at the bar wearing a sweater with bunnies on it, and i was like i am into that

and my straight friend was like ...really??

because i find expression of personality hot

i think it’s why gender fuckery is hot - like a cis guy wearing eyeliner, a cis girl butching it up - hot! because they know who they are and what they like

I DIGRESS

I PROMISE THERE’S A POINT

i’ve never told anyone this story so i guess i’m getting into it lol but anyway

so i guess, at some point realising i was incredibly bored swiping left on all these bland, muscular guys who liked the gym, and girls whose hobbies were ‘travelling’, that i wasnt going to find personality here: that’s not what tinder is for, the first thing you see is a photo, and that’s never been enough on it’s own for me to feel attracted to someone

ENTER NEIL

i mean the real story is i came home late one night, drunk, bemoaning how crap dating is for a 30yo girl whose favourite people are all online or long-distance, whose best friend was my partner who dumped me because they didn’t love me anymore, and the only way to get back into the game when i find making friends hard enough was TINDER i was like WHAT IS THIS LIFE

you know, in a fun way

i was drunk, so i was like

lmao neil josten amirite, silently raising a glass to him

so i went through my worst tinder interactions

in chapter one - the chapter i wrote drunk, at midnight, in august 2019 - neil matches with aaron (note this never comes up again... i wonder if they ever mention it to each other. is aaron bi in the fic? i mean, he seems to be with katelyn by part 5. is that a new thing? was tinder an experiment? a joke? was it a different aaron and i was fucking with you? who knows!) neil says “hi” and aaron says “is that the best you can do” - almost word for word interactions i have had on tinder. people judge you for your opening lines, for saying hello rather than asking a question or telling a joke or an anecdote immediately. people write in their bios “if you message me ‘hello’ i wont reply!!!” and i found the social rules infuriating

and i thought neil josten would too

neil josten who said to marissa “i wouldnt call you”

who said to andrew “i dont know what im doing but i want to do it anyway”

obviously i made neil softer, more innocent, more anxious - neil josten, but with the possibility for anxiety about sexuality and social rules heightened, so that could become the focus of the fic

but then he meets andrew? who is like funny and honest and caring - and who also does not care one fuck about social rules

and who gives neil time and space to fall in love with him despite how weird tinder is, especially for someone who is ace/demi

because andrew wasnt there was sex, if he had been he’d have left when neil didnt immediately message “dtf”

andrew needs something different too

ANYWAY

wow that got long

my point is

it’s an idealised love story for demis on tinder

that should be the tagline

why did that take so long to say

tinder fic ch1: lol at matching with aaron and nicky and the author pretending that just never happened

ask me a question!

[claudiafern96-archive]

the reconciliation ll nicola & claudia

Discord thread featuring: Claudia & @nicolaeisms

Mentions: @themarissaharrison @cmlopezofficial @thealexkingsley

When: July 16, 2020

Description: Claudia visits Nicola after she hears about the attack

Trigger Warnings: physical injuries, mentions of drug use/withdrawals/early recovery

Nicola

it's been days since the attack happened, and nicola still wasn't allowed to go anywhere without anyone to assist her but her bed. with the tone of cleo and marissa, she thought that it would better to listen to them. she missed work, she missed going to blue, yes, she had a little vacation to montauk with them, but she still had her hands on her businesses during those times, checking on them at least every night. though right now, she was told to just rest not just her body, but also her mind for a while. she has not only a new set of gashes and bruises, but also cracked ribs, which gave her a hard time moving around, even breathing. today, she’s still stuck in bed, doing a light reading when one of the bodyguards cleared his throat. “miss sloane, you have a visitor. claudia fernandez?” the businesswoman puts down her book. “let her in.”

Claudia

Claudia had been through such a whirlwind of emotions the past two weeks. She had finally decided to get clean, and so far she was staying clean. She was still smoking weed and sometimes drinking, but she hadn't touched that disgusting white powder since she had done it with Alex at the reception. She was proud of herself. Like actually proud of herself for once. When she had initially heard about the accident with Nic, she had read the article and cried for hours but she didn't do anything. She wasn't sure what to do. So she waited. Until finally she found herself heading over to her place. God, she was going to regret this. But she needed to know if Nicola was okay. It had been eating at her for days and she didn't know what to believe on Facebook or on Twitter. She needed to see for herself. She was shocked to see some unfamiliar body guards at the door who didn't recognize her. "Claudia. Claudia Fernandez. Just tell her who I am. She'll let me in." She told them with a bit of an attitude. Finally, Claudia was let inside of her pent. She was lead into her room and Claudia's eyes widened when she initially saw the blond- no...the brunette now. God, her face was so beat up and bloodied. She brought both of her hands to her face to cup her mouth and nose to hide her now gaping jaw. "Nic..." She mumbled, green eyes welling at the sight.

Nicola

nicola has seen the news, the speculations, the theories of what happened. it was different kinds of reach and somehow just entertained her. the only people who knew truly about the attack are both of her lovers, marissa and cleo. not even cordelia knows, she didn't want to worry the child. she has only told her that she was sick with something contagious, and she couldn't let her come see her like this. what she didn't expect though, is for claudia to visit her. the two haven't talked ever since the last time they met at the wedding reception, though she kept her tabs on the other, buying one of her paintings as an anonymous buyer. she didn't want the other see her like this, yet it was too late. she was here now. she straightened up her posture in bed, hiss slipping from her lips due to her cracked ribs. "hello, claudia."

Claudia

“Nic...” She spoke lowly again. Nicola wasn’t her favorite person at the moment but she never wanted to see her like this. She still did love her after all. Claudia slowly approached the older with caution, deciding to stand at the door of her bed almost afraid to move any closer. It was so weird how that dynamic had changed. Normally she’s run towards her, grabbing her hand and trying any way to comfort her. Now...she felt uncomfortable even approaching the other. “What happened?” She asked, green eyes staring blankly at businesswoman.

Nicola

"how have you been?" nicola was aware of the green eyed girl starting painting, and she's heard that she's decided to get clean. a part of her wanted for claudia to know that she'll always be proud of her. that regardless of what happened between the two of them, she'll always be someone important to her. she was still somehow hoping she'd agree on meeting with her to talk, hoping that she would take the scholarship offer. she's always believed in her talent, her potential. the young woman was smart, and nicola could listen to her talk for hours. she sighs when she asked her what happened. "someone attempted to rob me." she lied. no one really knew what's happened to her and her connection to jackson kingsley, that he was the one who has caused this. and she cannot have her know this.

Claudia

That was just a loaded question. She didn’t know how to answer. She had been actually pretty well. Getting clean wasn’t easy but she was starting to feel okay again. She had been distracting herself with art and she was actually making some money from her paintings, which she never thought she could do. Nic was about to give that to her but gifting her the art supplies. “Good. Fine.” She said shortly, even though she wanted to tell the older so much more. She suddenly remembered the resignation letter in her back pocket. How was she going to give Nic the letter when she was in this state? She already felt bad enough. Claudia furrowed her brow when she told her she was robbed. That just didn’t add up. “Well, where was your security detail?” She asked, suddenly realizing why she didn’t recognize the guards when she walked in.

Nicola

nicola wasn't that much surprised with claudia's response, knowing how they ended their relationship on bad terms. she could see in her eyes that there's so much to tell while they were away from each other, but she respected the other not telling her that much now. they weren't what they were before anymore. "marissa fired my old security detail." she cleared her throat, why are her ribs starting to complain right now? especially in front of the younger brunette? she doesn't need to see this right now. "i sent them away the day....i was robbed. i wondered about having some time for myself, turns out, that wasn't a smart decision," she shakes her head to herself. "those are newly-hired ones. i've been advised to stay rested as much as possible."

Claudia

She was a little disappointed that the older didn't press her for more information on how she was doing, but she also couldn't blame her so much. Claudia had been very cold to her the last few times they had spoken. And Claudia did feel bad for that. She was just so angry, and she didn't know how else to express that besides using hateful words. "Right." She nodded once. She looked over at the other brunette and finally took a long look at her. She had really been through it and that broke her heart. God, she was probably hurting so bad. Looking at Nic in her bed reminded Claudia of when she was sick in the exact same bed not too long ago. Claudia shook her head. "You live in a penthouse in North Kingsboro. No one would ever randomly rob someone as wealthy as you unless... unless it was personal or something." Shit really wasn't adding up and she knew Nicola wasn't telling her the whole truth. She shook her head. Nic didn't owe her the truth. She could tell her whatever she wanted. Claudia finally mustered up the courage to sit down on the foot of her bed. She was having deja vu as she looked around the familiar room. She sat in silence for another moment. "I've been painting." She said dryly.

Nicola

claudia was too smart to be lied to, yet nicola cannot tell her the truth. anyone who is close to her and have the knowledge of the connection between her and jackson are in danger already, and she couldn't just risk that. she was really roughhoused by those men on that day, so she couldn't blame the younger woman with the way she was looking at her. she hasn't prepared anything to say to the other, especially with how she was questioning the attack and the common knowledge of how it all went down and why. "i must've been targeted, and i didn't have security that morning, i don't know...." she sighed. "if cleo and marissa didn't get here in time, it would've been much worse, from what i've been told." nicola now smiled when the green eyed girl has told her what she has been doing. it was evident that claudia hasn't seen her own painting displayed in the living room yet, or the other one on the way to the kitchen. "yeah? how has it been going for you?"July 18, 2020

Claudia

Claudia still didn’t believe her. It hurt that she wasn’t going to tell her the truth. She wished she could be on that level with her. Marissa and Cleo probably knew exactly what happened. She didn’t want to think anything bitter about them though. At least she was trying. “Yeah...” She mumbled. She wasn’t going to argue with her. And she especially wasn’t going to ask her to retell the traumatic story anymore than she had to. Claudia looked towards the wall, but making eye contact with the older but she could hear the smile on her face as she spoke. She couldn’t help but smile. “It’s great, Nic. An anonymous buyer bought two of my paintings!” She exclaimed, beaming now. “Thank you for the supplies.” She said, finally turning to face the other.July 19, 2020

Nicola

"i won't be at blue for the next six weeks. i'm having someone else to take over while i'm not around, but i'm still going to check up on everyone from time to time." it’s definitely going to be hard for nicola to stay at home all throughout her time staying at home. she wanted to at least do some research for the distillery some more, maybe just go start a vineyard instead, but she knew the two women who are taking care of her won’t be so amused. in a way, she missed seeing claudia smile, especially right now, there was suddenly this glow that she has talking about her paintings, and an anonymous client buying them. “i’m so proud of you, claudia. i hope you remember that.” she mutters, staring into those green eyes. “i will never not be proud of you. and you’re welcome, i know how much you really wanted them, and how good you are.”

Claudia

Blue. That was the other reason she needed to come and talk to Nicola. The real reason she convinced herself that it would be okay to come here. This was a conversation she needed to have in person. Nicola wasn't a regular boss; she couldn't just put her letter of resignation on her desk and leave for good. When the older told her she was proud of her....that was all Claudia ever wanted to hear. She didn't know how bad she needed to hear that from her until she said that. If it was at all possible, he smile grew even wider. "Nic..." She began, smiling suddenly fading. This was going to be a hard conversation that she anticipated. Here was Nic giving her so much love and support and she was about to quit on her. "Thank you. You don't know how much that means to me to hear you say that, but..." She looked down at her feet then shifted her body weight to grab the envelope from her bag pocket. She reached her arm out to let the other woman take it from her, making sure to get it close enough to her so that she didn't have to move so much. "Nic, I have to leave Blue. I hope you can understand, but I can't do it anymore. It's the last thing I want to do, but I...I need closure and I don't know if I will ever get that if I continue to work there." She frowned.

Nicola

the bar owner has seen this coming, especially with what happened between her and claudia, she just knew it would be best for her to not work at blue anymore. “i kind of expected that.” nicola nods, taking the envelope from her and putting it on top of her bedside drawer. “you know, you have so much future than just bartending for me, claudia,” she looks at her with a genuine smile. “there’s so much more out there in the world for you, besides this. when we first met and then i got to know you better outside of blue….i thought you were overqualified to just be working as a bartender for me. seeing the passion in your eyes whenever you talk about art, social issues….just anything.” she clears her throat, straightening up her posture against the headboard. “i’ve learned so much from you during our time together, princess. i hope you don’t forget about that. and….i’ll never ever stop being so proud of you.”

Claudia

Claudia nodded. Nicola was a smart woman. She had to have known that Claudia wasn't going to last for very much longer at Blue. Nicola's words made Claudia's heart melt. In that moment, she remembered that the older did genuinely care about her and always would. She knew that she would never intentionally hurt her. Claudia knew she had am extensive knowledge of social and political issues, and it was something that she shared often. It was validating to hear Nicola tell her that she could see the passion she had for it when she spoke. It let her know that the older was listening to her; really truly listening to what she had to say and that Claudia wasn't just another sugar baby to her. She felt her green eyes well up again. Nicola never deserved the cold shoulder than the younger had given her. "I'm so sorry...for the nasty things I said to you." She said, looking down at her hands and feeling a couple tears hit her fingers. "I let drugs get in the way of everything. I'm getting c-clean now. For real. It's been a few weeks now, and I'm already feeling better. What you saw at Throuple and at the cove...that is never going to happen to me again. I'm so sorry." She said, finally let a sob out as she shoved her face into her hands.

Nicola

“it’s okay, claudia. hey….” nicola can see why the younger woman acted the way that she did when they’ve talked over the phone and meeting at the cove. she had very much a complicated life, something she knew the other didn’t deserve to be part of. she almost fell for her at one point, but after what happened back at throuple, she knew whatever they had, it wasn’t meant for them. she carefully stands up from her bed and hugs the girl. “i’m proud that you’ve been off of it for weeks.” nicola rubs claudia’s back in attempt to comfort her. “you have nothing to be sorry of. i should’ve told you earlier when i could. i was going to tell you. i….i’m sorry, claudia. you deserved better than this.”July 20, 2020

Claudia

Claudia actually felt some comfort when Nic put her hand on her back. It was familiar. And she still made her feel so safe even after everything they had been through. She let out a few more sobs. Why couldn't she stop? She felt so vulnerable right now. Maybe this was what she needed. What she finally needed to to do to start moving on. Her sobs finally began to slow, and she was trying to breathe as deeply as she could but her breathe was still shaking. "N-Nic...I really did love you." She admitted as she finally looked up from her hands, green eyes meeting.

Nicola

nicola just sighed, holding claudia close crying, while she comforts her. maybe this is what they both needed right now. "i know....i know you did, claudia. i saw it in you everyday. i felt it. and i just know someone else out there deserves your love even more than me." she could feel her own heart sting at her words, but that was the truth. claudia deserves more than blue, more than being a bartender, than being her sugar baby. she deserves better, better than nicola sloane. "i will always be here for you, okay? whatever you need. and like i said.....the scholarship offer is still on the table."July 22, 2020

Claudia

Claudia sniffled and rubbed the tears off of her face. She still wanted to be loved by Nic. She didn't think that that would ever go away, but she also knew that it was time to move on. The scholarship. Claudia couldn't believe that Nic was still offering this to her after all she put her though. She wanted to take that. Now that she started painting again, she wanted to go back to school to finish her degree more than ever. "I'll think about it." The younger spoke, standing from her bed and looking back at the beaten older woman. "I should go."

Nicola

nicola sighs as she pulls away, nodding at the younger girl's words. "alright. it was nice seeing you, claudia, even though i've imagined it not like this." she says as she was referring to herself. she carefully steps back to her bed and sits on the edge, one of the bodyguards was about to come to help her but she's raised her hand up, muttering the words "i'm okay." she gives claudia a soft smile. "alright. i will be here for the next six weeks, if not, you know where to find me, okay?"July 23, 2020

Claudia

Claudia nodded her head. "Okay..okay." She muttered after she spoke. She cringed a little because the older woman looked like she was in so much pain. "Yeah...okay." She made eye contact with her once more, but her greens quickly fell to the floor as she walked out of her bedroom, body guards escorting her out like she was a prisoner. She felt like that right now anyway. She made her way through the pent towards the door. She was collecting her sweatshirt and shoes when she looked up towards the living room wall. Her painting. TWO of her paintings. Nic was the anonymous buyer. Her hand flew up over her mouth to hide the fact that she jaw had fallen open. Tears starting welling in her eyes. They looked beautiful on those walls. That was her art on display like that. She would cry the entire walk back to her apartment. She didn't know why she was crying...She was just so overcome with emotions. She needed to focus on herself, and she couldn't do that if she was caught up with Nicola. She vowed to herself on the walk home that this would be the last time she would cry over Nicola Sloane.

[themarissaharrisxn]

r e v e n a n t  |  marissa & hayden

The dark mahogany door that stood between Marissa and him was the last barrier Hayden had to cross to finally have his best friend back in his life. But, he had been stuck in front of it for more than five minutes. He felt like running, and in fact, he had already left the building once, got halfway down the block and then turned around and come back again. Why the fuck was he doing this sober? He felt like at any moment, he was just going to throw up everywhere or blackout. He scratched at his stubble and rubbed his tired eyes as he swallowed thickly before finally taking a long, drawn-out breath. Then, he knocked.  

Despite promises of new beginnings and new adventures less than four weeks ago, the new decade hadn’t exactly been providing Marissa with much comfort that things were going to change. The ice in the whiskey she held clinked against the cut glass, her eyes stared off as she sat quietly on the balcony of her penthouse as the sunset, her mind everywhere but on the beauty of nature. She kept thinking that she should be happier now. She had a business running again, it had clients, good partners, she was making money and things were smoothing back out with Thea. But, she just felt empty all the time. Delilah and Hayden had both left black holes inside her and as time went on, they were getting bigger, not smaller. 

There was a rattle at the door that excused her from delving any deeper into her thoughts. She looked back at the door and wondered whether she should bother opening it. Marissa deliberated on the thought before sighing, rolling her eyes at herself and standing up. “Give me a moment,” she called out to whoever was the other side as she waltzed in from the balcony with little haste in her movements. Riss paused as she passed the mirror in the hall, moving her messy hair to one side and tucking it behind her ear. Accidentally, she got caught in a moment of staring at herself without being able to recognize her reflection but another rattle at the door brought her back to Earth. “Yeah, yeah,” she muttered before walking to the door and opening it up.

SMASH. The sound of the glass hitting the floor echoed around her hall and down the landing. Everything around her reduced itself to silence, time felt like it paused. Her jaw dropped slightly and her breath caught in the back of her throat. Her hazel orbs stared at the visitor, at the man who couldn’t actually be there because he was dead. Slowly, she began shaking her head. “No...” She whispered, her voice breaking as her eyes watered. Everything suddenly felt like it sped back up again and she felt hyper-aware of her surroundings. Marissa shook her head more violently. “No, no, no-- I was-- no, please-- no,” she pleaded as she stepped backward away from the door almost tripping over her own feet. “I’m supposed to be getting better,” she choked through streams of tears as her hands came up to her eyes and started to rub them aggressively in an attempt to stop seeing Hayden. “Go away, please, go away--” she begged under her breath. 

The smashing of the glass caused Hayden to jump back into the wall behind him, arms flying up into the air in an attempt to avoid the splash that nevertheless ended up painting his dirty, brown boots. His heart dropped at her reaction, tears welling up as he tried to figure out what the hell to do next. What was the social go-to when you’d been ‘dead’ for the past two and a half years? He couldn’t exactly lead with a simple ‘Hey’. Then, Marissa started withdrawing and shaking her head and Hayden’s eyebrows furrowed as concern overcame the man. “Rissa?” He breathed out, taking a cautious step forward with a half out-stretched hand. I’m supposed to be getting better. Fuck, she thought he wasn’t real. Hayden’s eyes closed in an attempt to keep the tears inside, but a couple managed to escape down his cheeks. 

“Riss...” Hayden spoke calmly, quietly as he took another step forward, one hand on his heart which pumped so hard he was sure it was about to burst out of his ribcage. “It’s me, Hayden... It’s okay-- I’m... I’m real, I’m here,” he tried to explain, but he wasn’t sure how much it would take to convince her. 

“No-- No, you’re d-dead,” Marissa cried, her body furiously shaking with emotions and fear. Why was this happening now? It had been so long since she’d last hallucinated. She hadn’t even had that much to drink, had she? “You died! I identified your body! You’re DEAD, Hayden!” Marissa yelled through tears as if screaming at it would get rid of the visions. Then, she skipped a breath again and turned around, looking around her apartment. If he was here, was she? 

Seeing his best friend like this broke him, sure he had spent a long time angry at her that she had pushed him out with nothing. But, she saved his life back when they first met, and many more times over the years they had been friends. He loved her. “Marissa, I’m not dead!” Hayden shouted back, only shouting in an attempt to get through to her as he took one of her hands and tried to gently turn her back around. He could see her looking around, and he knew instantly who she was looking for. At this point, even closing his eyes served no purpose in keeping the tears in. “She’s not here,” he whispered softly. “But, I-- I am, I’m real Marissa, it’s a long story... I’m a-- I’m alive.”. 

Hayden’s voice boomed in her ears and caused her to tense up. She didn’t want to start hallucinating again, but when he said she’s not here, Marissa felt her heart break all over again.  Then she felt his hand wrap around her own and she froze. She could actually feel him. She could feel the heat from his body, the pulse in his fingertips, she could feel his breath on the top of her head. Either her hallucinations had got really fucking vivid or--. Marissa swallowed thickly and turned to face him, looking up into his eyes. “H-- Hayden?” Riss whispered weakly, as her eyebrows furrowed with so much confusion. 

"Yeah...” Hayden nodded as he tried to smile and wiped away his tears with his free hand. “I’m sorry-- I’m so sorry...” He sniffed as he stared back at her.

He was alive... He was really here... Hayden was alive. She fell against her best friend, her fists hitting at his chest. “You asshole! You fucking asshole!” Riss shouted into his chest, her voice muffled against his clothes. Hayden wrapped his arms around her tightly, grimacing as she hit with quite some force, but he just held her and took it. He deserved it, after all. “I needed you!” She shouted as she felt her body collapse into his arms, her hands gripping on to his jacket as she cried into his chest.

“I know...” He whispered. “I know-- I’m sorry, I had to... I didn’t have a choice, I didn’t mean for you to have to--” Hayden took a shaky breath as he bit down on his bottom lip. Fuck, why was he so sober? “I had to...” He stuttered, having no idea how to explain everything to her, wondering whether she was even in the right space to hear what he had to say. But her reaction gave him the answer to that question.

She let go of his clothes and shook her head with a loud scoff. “You had to pretend to die? You had to fake your own fucking death, Hayden?” Marissa began shouting again, and as she shouted, the tears began to stream again as she pushed herself out of his arms and began pacing. “You didn’t mean for me to what? Didn’t mean for me to find out that you were dead?!” Marissa could feel her hands trembling with anger; with fear. How could he have just staged his own death? After everything she went through with Delilah? 

“I got into some bad shit, Riss! They were going to kil--” 

“Get out,” Marissa cut him off as she came to a stop and frantically wiped the tears from her cheeks and eyes.

“Riss--” Hayden breathed out as he went to take a step forward.

“GET OUT!” She screamed, the force she put into it causing more tears to replace the ones she’d just got rid of. “GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT!” Marissa pushed him backward over the broken glass and back out into the corridor. 

“Let me explain! I-- Marissa!” Hayden pleaded with her as he tripped over his feet going backward whilst trying to avoid the broken glass. “Please-- Riss, let me explain!”

“There’s nothing you can say that will even come close--” she shook her head as she tried to regain some control over her breathing. “Fuck you,” Marissa spat before slamming the door. She stood with her hand on the handle for a moment as she listened to Hayden crying on the other side of the door. He was dead. She identified the body. It looked just like him. It was him. 

Marissa finally left the door and walked through her apartment back to where she’d put down the bottle of whiskey and picked it up. She didn’t even bother with a glass, taking the top off and swiging it straight out of the bottle. She couldn’t stop crying. She was so angry. So hurt. So relieved. Her back hit the nearest wall and she slid down it to the cold wooden flooring and within minutes there was a puddle around her. She was staring down at the ground, her mind spinning over her past, over everything that had happened. Until she heard a voice that snapped her back. 

“I’m real too, baby...” 

[the-gedonelune-times]

Part Of The Family

This request took a bit longer to post than expected. I apologize for the delay as sickness might have gotten the better of me and hindered any and all progress on writing projects. I will be working on the other requests that I’ve gotten, but it might take a little while longer to get them posted until I’m feeling better than what I am.

Anyways, despite all that, I’m happy to be posting a fluffy Golden Bacon fic! I hope you guys are having a wonderful day and enjoy this short little fic.

“Will you stop pacing back and forth like that? I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, you have no reason to be getting so nervous.”

“I have every reason to be getting nervous. I’m about to meet your parents for crying out loud.”

“Your point?”

“My...my point?! Isn’t it obvious? I’m about to stay at *the* Goldstein estate. I mean your family is the noblest in all of Gedonelune. I just worry that I’m going to make a bad impression.”

“I highly doubt it. Besides, you’ve already met Elias and Klaus.”

“But only briefly. I haven’t spent a while trying to get to know them.”

“Well, I can tell you already that you have nothing to worry about regarding those two, or my mother.”

“What about your father?”

“I’m positive that he’ll accept our relationship and you into the family.”

“Ugh...I hope.”

“Just trust me. Now hurry up and finish packing your stuff, we have to leave soon if we want to make it there at a good time.”

“I know, I know.”

Once packed, the two of them hurried on out for the train station where they waited to board the next train. It wasn’t too long of a wait, but for Caesar, it was agonizing. The worst part was when he got on the train, knowing that there was no turning back now. Yes, he had reassurance from Alfonse that things were going to be okay, but even so, it didn’t stop the anxiety that was making it hard for him to breathe or think straight.

As the scenery zoomed by, so did his thoughts. The only thing keeping him from having a total meltdown was the fact that Alfonse had kept a tight grip on his hand the entire ride so far. It offered the little bit of comfort that he needed and he soon found himself leaning his head on Alfonse’s for the rest of the ride to the estate.

Once they arrived at their stop, they were greeted to a rather fancy styled carriage. The crest of the Goldstein family seemed to shine proudly on the side of it and for some reason, Caesar was beginning to feel a knot in his stomach.

“Caesar? Are you coming?”

Alfonse, who was already in the carriage, held out his hand for Caesar to grab onto.

“Oh...yes. I am.”

Taking hold of his hand, Caesar stepped into the carriage and took a seat opposite of Alfonse. The coachman shut their door before hopping into the front, grabbing the reigns, signaling for the horses to begin their journey. The ride along the road was a bit bumpy here and there, but for the most part it was rather relaxing, except for the rather eerie silence that was beginning to fill the carriage. Caesar wanted to speak up, to try and ease the tension that was brewing, but it seemed that Alfonse beat him to it first.

“So, how are you holding up?”

“I’m alright.”

“I know you’re lying.”

“H-Huh?”

“It’s written all over your face and in your body language. I mean, you’ve been bouncing your knee up and down this whole time.”

“Have I really?”

Caesar looked down to see that Alfonse was right, his leg was bouncing up and down and he found himself getting a bit embarrassed. He knew he shouldn’t be this nervous, but try as he may, nothing seemed to be calming him down. He still had so many fears and it was all becoming much too overwhelming.

Suddenly, the carriage came to a rather bumpy stop and when Caesar looked out of the window, he could see that he was already at the estate. Once they exited the carriage and grabbed their bags, a woman with medium length hair was practically rushing over to where they were.

“Alfonse! Oh, my sweet boy, I’m so happy to see you again!”

The woman then pulled Alfonse into a hug and when she pulled away, she looked over in Caesar’s direction.

“Oh? I assume this must be the handsome young man that I’ve heard so much about?”

“Yes.” Alfonse smiled before gesturing at Caesar to come over.

He was a little hesitant but moved closer to where the two were standing. Much to his surprise, Mrs. Goldstein pulled him into a hug and began to laugh.

“Oh, I’m just so happy to meet you! You seem like such a sweet man.”

Marissa pulled away from him and then took a step back before smiling at the two.

“He really is, mother. That’s why I’m happy to announce that he and I are actually engaged and have been for a couple of months now.”

“Well, then he’s practically a Goldstein already! Oh, your father will love the news.”

Mrs. Goldstein clasped her hands in front of her as she began walking back towards the front of the estate, leaving Alfonse and Caesar to fall behind as they walked a bit more slowly.

“I told you everything would be fine. My mother already adores you.”

“Yes, it’s a relief.”

“But you’re still worried, right?”

“Not like before, nothing even close to that. I think now my worry is saying or doing something wrong.”

“I highly doubt that will happen. But if by some crazy reason it does, then know I have your back. You’re not going through this alone. To be honest… this is the first time in years that I’ve come back to this place. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried as well. But you see, that’s alright because going forward and seeing what happens is better than staying behind and asking the question of ‘what could have happened.’ I want to take this chance. Sure, this place holds many memories, some good, some bad. Back then, I was in a bad place in my life, being forced into an arranged marriage and practically having my life plans being laid out by someone other than myself...it was too much, so I ran and I left the people I loved so much behind and filled with sorrow. But I’m in a new chapter of my life, I’m doing what I love to do the most and I’m living my life to the fullest. But the best part is that I get to share everything with you.”

“Al.”

“Sorry.” Alfonse chuckled. “Guess I went on a little ramble. The point of the whole thing is that sometimes, trying to get out of your set comfort zone to do things, can open a door to new paths to happiness and adventure.”

“Once again Al, you’ve blown me away with your advice giving. Have you ever thought of being a professor?”

“No, I’d much rather be out helping others.”

“I had a feeling you’d say something like that.”

“Oh, what are you? A mind reader now?”

Caesar nudged Alfonse as the two of them continued walking and chatting about. When they reached the front door, there were already maids waiting for them so they could take their luggage to their rooms.

Walking into the estate, was like walking into a palace, the marble flooring, and white walls with gold accents adorning the top and bottom, gave off such a regal feel. So much so, that Caesar was beginning to feel like a king.

“So this is the inside of the famous Goldstein Estate? It’s breathtaking.”

“Yeah, but it also feels dull. But then again, perhaps the reason I feel that way is because I’ve grown accustomed to my life outside of the noble aspect.”

“Alfonse.”

A low and authoritative voice called out to Alfonse from across the room. There, walking towards them was none other than Mr. Goldstein himself.

“Oh, hello, father.”

“It’s been a while since the last time I saw you.” Mr. Goldsteing paused for a second to look over at Caesar.

“Oh, father, this is Caesar, he’ll be staying with us for the next few days.”

“What a familiar name...ah, yes. Now I remember. You were the one that the Ministry was after. The Star Saphire incident I believe. I heard it through my son and his branch in the Ministry.”

Yep. It was official, Caesar was about to literally throw up after hearing that statement. He thought he could forget that point in the past, but it seemed like there was just no forgetting it. Especially now. But the most craziest part was when Walter wrapped an arm around them both and smiled.

“I can tell from your pale face you’re probably thinking I’m mad or that I’m thinking poorly of you. But it’s quite the opposite. Hearing the story of you breaking a curse that has been passed down for generations, and even taking on the Ministry. You’re pretty brave to do something like that.”

Then, he leaned over and whispered to Alfonse.

“You’re planning on keeping him, right?”

“Of course, but how did you..”

“Your mother told me. The moment she came in here, she practically ran into my office and began talking about how you were engaged.”

Alfonse chuckled. “I’m not surprised.”

Walter smiled before releasing the two.

“Well now, I’d say that it’s time for dinner to begin shortly. So why don’t you go up into your rooms and get settled in before dinner.”

“Hold it right there you two.”

Mrs. Goldstein had just come into the room and in her hands, she held a camera.

“We should take a picture to commemorate this moment!”

“Marissa…” Walter sighed and placed a hand on his forehead.

“Elias! Klaus!”

Mrs. Goldstein began to shout out and about a minute later, both Klaus and Elias were walking downstairs to where everyone else was.

“Is something wrong.”

“Yes. You boys need to go over and sit on the couch. Walter, you too. Oh and Alfonse I want you to be by your brothers, oh! Klaus, scoot a bit over to this side…”

Mrs. Goldstein began putting everyone in their places before she got into hers. But only after getting the attention of a nearby maid, asking her to take the picture of them. But right before the maid was about to take the picture, Mrs. Goldstein stopped her.

“Caesar, why don’t you scoot in closer towards Alfonse and he boys. You’re practically family now, no need to be shy!”

Caesar’s eyes went wide when he noticed that everyone, even Walter himself was smiling at him. The whole time he had been nervous, wondering if he’d be accepted into the family and here they were, already calling him part of the family without even a hint of hesitation. Had he been alone, he might have shed a tear, but since he was in front of everyone, he wanted to remain calm and collected.

Once he scooted in, the maid began a countdown and at the final number, the camera clicked: a brief flash of light following after. After the photo was taken, Mrs. Goldstein was already moving from her spot to take back the camera, before going around and scouting for a good area to place the new family photo. Meanwhile, Alfonse took hold of Caesar’s hand and pulled him to the side, away from the now starting commotion.

“Feeling better?”

“More than what you can imagine.”

Alfonse chuckled before leaning a bit into Caesar.

“So what are we going to do now?”

“Well, dinner isn’t due for another hour or so. Perhaps you and I should make use of that time and head upstairs to unpack and rest up a bit. Believe me, we’ll need it, I have no doubt that my parents will be pestering you with questions. Not to mention all the outside activities and stuff they’ll probably have planned for us.”

“Outside activities?”

“Yeah, we sometimes throw an outside party around this time of year for relatives, sort of like a reunion. Oh, and we have a trail meant for horseback riding, hiking, and even camping. Believe me, there’s a lot we’ll have to keep us busy.”

“It all sounds fun and all and believe me, I can’t wait to partake in them...well, I might be a little nervous about the reunion part. But… I would like to spend at least a whole day of doing activities that you like, Al.”

“I’ll be sure to have that arranged.” Alfonse smiled. “Now come on, let’s hurry up and get unpacking.”

[fencheto]

Forbidden - part 2 (Dimon romantc)

The story can also be found on Wattpad You can find the first chapter here Feedback is greatly appreciated. It has been a little over three weeks since I moved in my dorm and started my studies at the Uni. Although I am still quite ‘green’ as the graduates would call it, I actually started to get used to my new life here and I do like it. It feels freaking good to be meeting tons of new people who know nothing about you and have never met you before. I’ve gotta say that Chelle and I have really hit it off and get along quite well, too. We go out at the discos every weekend and it’s been a great fun to get lose with her. She is one pretty crazy gal, can talk about the weirdest shit ever and wouldn’t even bother. We usually go out, pass by some fast food chain to grab a bite, then leave for the big alcohol smash and return to the same restaurant spot to eat afterwards again. Don’t ask me why, it just is that way every time. It is now 10 AM on a Sunday morning and at this point my hangover is killing me for real. And the sunlight piercing through the windows doesn’t help at all, so I just cover my eyes with my right arm. I can’t help but wonder why every time after a good night out, the next morning feels like a payback? A few minutes later and I get this really irritating feeling of having to pee right on this instant. I groan tiredly at the idea of getting up and although that’s the last thing I feel like doing right now, my full bladder wins, so I slowly waddle my way to the bathroom. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol is everywhere, my clothes smell, my lingerie smell; even my skin has soaked it up. I’m in a desperate need of a shower, so this is the priority task on the to-do list now. I do my job on the toilet in what feels like a slow motion and collapse back onto my bed. Despite all the drinking and partying there was still no puking or anything, so good job Demetria, I tell myself. Sleeping on doesn’t seem possible right now so instead I grab my phone and start scrolling over my social media. Most of the stuff I see is memes and photos from the party last night, so I quickly run through the galleries. I zoom over every picture that I am tagged in and fortunately for me, I look more or less decent in them. I decide to go through my own camera snaps in search for something new to upload on my profile, but the majority of the pics are either vague or too dark, so I drop it. In the mean time the phone buzzes in my hands and I notice a messenger head pop from Marissa, my best friend back home. I click onto the icon to have a look on what she says. “Wazzzzza girllll, is everything alright with u there? Give me a call when u see that.” I chuckle to myself and dial her number. I haven’t talked to her in a good six days, being busy with the project we got from the uni or going out on the free days. When I got admitted for my studies she was a bit upset that I was leaving, so we promised each other to keep in touch and share a lot with the latest news and gossips going around. After 3 beeps, she picks up. “Yoooooo, wat up, chicka?” “Took you long enough to answer, eh?” – I teased her. “Haha come off it, I was in the bathroom” – She replied, laughing. “Oh well, since when aren’t you bringing it with you in there?” “Since I dropped my brand new Galaxy S in the loo last year, remember?” – We both started laughing at the memory of it. “Oh yeah, right, I now remember this masterpiece of yours. How are you, what’s going on?” – I asked. “Well nothing much to be honest. I’ve been bored as fuck lately with uni, work, you know how it is. “ “Awwwwwee, does someone miss me and my trolling comments?” – I mocked her again. “You wiiiiiish lol. But yeah, I do. Nobody here is up for anythi-i-i-ing, so I’m living a retiree’s life now I swear.” – She complained. I chuckled at her whiny voice. “So tell me, what’s new around you? Haven’t talked to you in like a week” “Yeah sorry, I’m still overwhelmed with everything here, lessons, parties, classmates, all of that” “Anything in particular? Like, tell me are there any hotties going around those lessons, parties or classmates?” – She asked cheekily. Always the first one to ask about that. “Well, there are some going around, not gonna lie. But hey, there’s still Rob, in case you have forgotten already”. – I remind her, even though I’m technically single already. “I thought you guys broke up?” “Well, we did, but I promised him I’m not gonna hook up with anyone here, so” “Oh come on Demi, you are so far away. You don’t expect to never like anyone for the next few years there, do you? The same goes for him.” “Marissa, I’m not saying it is impossible but I have no desire for it whatsoever now.” “I think you are over-doing it here. I mean that’s why you guys broke up, so that you both see if you love each other enough to not like anyone else. What you’re doing is different, though.” “And how exactly is it different?” “Well, you should check if you will like someone else, but what you are doing is trying not to like someone else.” – She explained in her serious tone. “You’re wrong. But you know, there isn’t anyone so far anyway.” “We will see about that. Anyway, let’s cut the shit, give me some highlights or I don’t know, some spicy stuff from Berklee now please, I’m so bored” I guess it was no surprise that my mind immediately wandered over to Simon. I mean that was surely one of the highlights and unfortunately, probably the most embarrassing moment so far during my month of stay here. And the cringer part is, one: he is my lecturer and second: I still find him very attractive. Too much for what is acceptable for a student. As if any of this is acceptable at all, I thought to myself. “Demi? You there?” – I heard Marissa ask on the line. “Yeah, sorry, I just got carried away a bit there…– I replied. “But alright…since you’ve asked, I’m gonna tell you about it… there was this really cringy thing that happened to me” – I trailed off. “Yes?” “But don’t mock me too much about it, alright?” “God, Is it that bad?” “Not my greatest move by far” “Okay, now I really want to know. What’s up?” – She asked curiously. “Ehm, I was basically... you know… ehm so the other day, when I was going to school and was just crossing the street, a car nearly hit me and so it stopped right next to me, stirring the wheels and all” “Jesus, are you okay?” – She asked worriedly. “Yeah yeah, don’t worry, nothing happened. Anyway, the thing is I was running late so I got mad at the driver. Called him a fool and kicked the bumper, like not that hard but still…” I heard her laughing on the other end of the line. “Why am I not surprised?” She kept on laughing. “And, what happened afterwards?” “Well, I kept walking my way, got to the Uni and all and long story short, it turned out the driver of that same car was also my lecturer…” “HAHAHAHAHA, Oh my God, are you serious?” – She was laughing hysterically. “Yup” – I replied, not believing it myself, shaking my head. “Oh my God, I’m literally gonna pee myself here.” – She said through what sounded like tears from laughter. “So much for a friend’s support” – I replied ironically. “Oh come on Dems, it is funny.” – Her laughter was only confirming my fears of how bad it was. I couldn’t blame her though; perhaps I would have laughed just as much. “Hey, come on Dems, I’m sorry okay. But Jesus, tell me about bad luck there. Did he recognize you later on in the class?” – She asked much calmer this time. “Yeah, he did and he told me he knew it was me. I was so embarrassed, Marissa, you have no idea…” “I get it hun, and I’m not gonna lie to you, Dem, that’s pretty embarrassing. But it’s not like you wanted to offend him, I mean you didn’t know it was him so he shouldn’t take it close to heart.” – She said. “I know, but still, I felt like the dumbest ass over there, seriously.” “Ehm, did you, like, apologize?” “I tried, but he didn’t let me. Once he was done talking he left the room so I couldn’t.” “You have pissed me him off, Dem. It is understandable. He will get over it, don’t worry about it. Maybe just try to say sorry when you can.” “Do you think that will fix it?” – I asked hopeful. I now got a feeling that I probably cared more than I should, but more importantly, more than I thought I did. “Well, even if it doesn’t, that’s all you got.” “I guess you are right...” “I am. So just breathe now and don’t think about it anymore alright?” “Yes. Thanks hun, feeling better now to be honest.” “You welcome. We all make mistakes, I doubt it that he never made one.” I silently agreed with her. “Hey Dems I gotta go now, so I will talk to you later chicka.” “Alright, drop me a line when you can.” “Will do. Byeee” “Bye”. And I hang up. It always feels better after sharing your worries with a close friend. Marissa was surely the only person who knew so much about me, both good and bad stuff. Mostly bad, I mean nobody hides the good part, do they? I dropped my phone on my left side and thought about my convo with her. She did try her best to calm me down and most likely has sensed I was worried about it. Not something quite typical, but she didn’t give it a second thought, at least while talking and I was thankful for it. The thing is, I really don’t know if I care so much because I fancy him somehow or because I am still pretty ashamed of what I did. I thought about what she told me regarding Rob as well. That it is not only dependent on me if we will stay true to each other, but on him too. That was one thing that didn’t really cross my mind so far, and it did incent my doubts. Not that I didn’t trust him or anything, it is just that by now I have kept my focus on what I am doing and never actually thought that it is not just me and what I am doing here, it is about us both. And it is scary. Did he love me? Well, he told me he did. Did I love him? I think I do. I mean I’ve been in love with him for the past few years that should mean something right?? Whilst on theory everything seems to be working just fine, it surely isn’t as simple. I need time to think, and I should surely have it figured out by Christmas, when I will be going home for the holidays. I played a bit with my fingers and heard Chelle moving around in the bathroom. I was surprised she has woken up just now, it is already almost 11 AM and she usually handles hangovers much better than me. I heard her shutting the syphone and then knocking on my door quietly. “Hey Dems, got a minute?” – She called from outside. “Yep, come in” – I said, still curled up under my covers. She came in and sat on the verge of my bed, next to my feet. “Hey, still lying in bed I see.” – she smiled and poked me on my shoulder. “Noo, I’m awake, but just talked on the phone with my friend for like an hour” – I explained still sleepily. “I know. I heard you telling the story about you, Mr. Cowell and your intriguing acquaintanceship to someone.” – She laughed at the memory. Chelle was the first person I shared this with, she was in the dorm when I got home from that embarrassing class and sensed something was up. She then asked me and I told her about it. “Yeah, don’t even mention it, I’m still so embarrassed.” – I said, hiding my face in my pillow. “Oh come on Dems, we talked about it. It’s over already, you can’t do anything to change it.” – She shrugged her shoulders. “I know Chelle, but it is just so bad…” “It is not the end of the world, Dems. To be honest I thought you were over it by now, you haven’t mentioned it lately.” “Well yes, because I haven’t had classes with him ever since, but guess what – next week I will.” – I said kind of irritated. “Right, I heard he was back in the states from his work in Britain the other day too.” – She said. “He is like the buzzing topic among the girls here.” “Having in mind even you have heard something, he surely is” – I laughed and she followed too. “Come on, let’s go out and have some food. Just let me take a quick shower.” – I added, running to the bathroom already. “Okay, 20 minutes and we’re going” – She replied, jumping off my bed and going to her room. I guess it is time to get this Sunday finally started.

[anythingbut-thewings]

Eggshells- Morgan Reilly & Mitch Marner

Anon asked: Hey I loved the Morgan Rielly one that you just did!! Is there anyway you could do another for him? Like about how you two were kinda seeing each other and y/n kinda thinks the relationship is serious and that they’re exclusive but he’s kinda seeing another girl at the same time which is why he doesn’t think they’re exclusive. And then y/n finds it when she’s goes to a game and sees the other girl there with his fam or something. You can choose how you want the story to end if it’s happy or not!

Word count: 2.1

Warnings: Swearing, Cheating, Angst

You had been Sleeping with/Talking to Morgan for 3 months now, yall tried to keep it on the down low because you had met through you friend and his teammate Mitch, and Mitchell wasn’t exactly thrilled with your relationship.

“(Y/N) please don’t date Mo, you are going to get hurt, please babe, all hockey players are hoes.”

“Come on Mitch, he’s not like that. And neither are you so don’t say all hockey guys are players.”

“I just don’t want you to get hurt (Y/N)”

Yeah, so since Marner wasn’t a fan, you and Mo you didn’t really do Maple leaf stuff together. You still went to everything though. Mitch had been inviting you to all the games and parties since he made the roster, but you just tried to keep your distance from Morgan.

You were getting ready to go to the acc for the game that night. You had picked out a pair of black skinny jeans, a leaf blue crop top, your trusty leather jacket and a leafs toboggan. You were finished curling your hair and started to admire your butt in the bathroom mirror. Damn! when Mo saw you in these new jeans you weren’t sure if he’d be able to keep up your not talking at leafs events thing.

You were pulled from your thoughts when the doorbell rang. You threw on your shoes, grabbed your bag, and rushed to the door as fast as your little legs would carry you.

“Hey, Madi,” you said, swinging open the door to Madison Shaw, Connor’s GF. The two of you went to all the games together and at parties she played blocker between Mitch and Mo when you were around them. “You ready to go?,” you smiled at her.

“Yeah,” she smiled back at you “Are you?,” she laughed as you shoved the hoops into your ears.

“Yeah, yeah, just running a bit late,” you replied.

“It’s ok so was I.”

You looked down at your wrist to see the puck was dropping as you spoke and you probably wouldn’t be there for another 10 minutes. “Damn it, I didn’t realize how late it had gotten”

The two of you got in her car and to the ACC in record timing.

“It’s ok they’re only 5 minutes into the first period,” you said, “now come on let’s get to our seats.

When you got to the box of team family, You greeted Lucy, Jordyn, and Molly then took your regular seats in the back next to Lexi. “Hey Lex! How was you and Connor’s trip to Florida?” you asked her.

“It was great, but i think we need to talk about you” What? You looked at her confused “how was your weekend babe” she said in a soothing tone

“It was fine, why do you ask?” you asked tentatively. She just looked at you confused then down toward the front of the box, you followed her gaze down finally spotting a tall blonde with a Rielly jersey. Dear God it took everything in you not to scream. Tears rolled down your cheeks hot and slow. “I don’t know… I didn’t know,” you stuttered out. Lexi just grabbed your hand and dragged you through the hall and to the bathroom.

“OK take it slow,��� Lexi said slowly, taking a big breath in and out herself. “What happened, do you know who that is, did you know she would be here”

“No- No I mean I guess I thought we were exclusive” you choked out.

“I talked to her before you got here,” she explained slowly, “All she said was they were dating, I don’t thinks she knows about you I mentioned like I’d never seen Mo bring anyone but you and she just looked lost.”

“Uhg” you kicked the stall door “fucking Mitchell,” you whined “he was fucking right, he’s going to be so fucking smug” you sighed “and fucking Morgan god damn it he couldn’t just tell me we weren’t exclusive, No, he fucking had to bring her here and parade her in my fucking face, damn it” you started to cry.

“You get a sailors mouth when you’re mad aren’t you,” Lexi joked, “Mo’s not fucking worth it, he looks like a toe, personally I think you dodged a bullet, not to mention the girl in the box is definitely a puck bunny” it was silent for a while “I know it hurts, but he isn’t worth it, but we can sit here and cry for a while if you need to”

Lexi was so amazing you were so glad she was here for you.

Eventually you stopped crying and went back to the box. The game was almost overs and the leafs were tied 2-2 with the Panthers. This game was so close you almost forgot about Mo’s indiscretions, if you could call it that.  You almost forgot, that is until the tall blonde came and sat right in front of you and Lexi.  

“So like after this ends we just walked down to the lockers right?” She asked Lexi.

“Oh, that’s what I usually do,” Lexi tried to get her to walk away “Or at least that’s what Connor asks me to do”

“Oh well Morgan didn’t really say anything to me but I’m sure he’ll want to see me after,” she giggled. You could practically feel the magnetic pull of her face from you fist. She kept standing in front of you but it was down to the final minute, so all she was doing was blocking you.

You accidentally let a groan fall from your lips as you attempted to look around her at the ice.

“Oh sorry,” she shifted from in front of you

Thank god.

“Is your man on the ice?” she asked

Fuck

You didn’t know what to say. You just sat there dumb.

“Oh, No he’s not, Neither is Connor but I still wanna see the end” Lexi stepped in.

In the last like 14 seconds the Panthers scored. Then all the family started moving toward the lockers. You went along next to Lexi. Connor was like the first one out though so Lexi was swept away and not long after Madison had her Connor too and you were alone.

“Hey (Y/N),” Naz waved to you, “haven’t seen you in awhile, wish you’d come back on a win though” he laughed as he waved again and walked away.

Then Mo walked out, the blonde girl ran up and basically jumped him, you tried to glue your eyes to your phone but you kept looking up. A single tear leaking from you eye, then he looked up at you. You did your best to fake a smile at him, not that he was buying it, but he looked down at the girl then up at you and raised his eyebrows almost like a what. You were about to lose it when mitch walked out he looked up from his phone up at you and instantly speed walked to you. He enveloped you in a hug, you instantly felt better.

“What happened?” Mitch asked arms still around you.

“You were right about everything, but can we talk about it later, let’s just leave”

“I always love to hear how i’m a genius, come on smalls” he turned and started to walk toward the players parking, turning realizing you didn’t follow. “It’s going to be ok smalls, here jump” he squatted down for you to climb on his back. Piggy back rides were always your thing, a smile swept your face as he walked the two of you to his car.

He pulled out onto the street. “So care to elaborate on how i’m a genius?” Mitch asked

“I never said you were a genius, calm down, I just said you were right.” you snipped

“Ok tell me what i’m right about then” he looked over to you sitting shotgun and smiled.

You sighed, not really wanting to inflate his ego, “Sooo” you started “don’t know if you noticed but Mo was here with another girl tonight” Mitched just stared at you, you couldn’t read him. “Anyway, I wasn’t exactly aware we weren’t exclusive, so like he didn’t cheat but it still hurts.”

“I told you he was an ass (Y/N), but you never listen to me, do you.” he rolled his eyes and his head almost rolled off with it.

Who the hell did he think he was. You were telling him he was right and he was going to act like that. “Damn it I know, you’re always right, but sometimes I need to be my own person. You aren’t my father”

“I’m just looking ou-”

“I know ‘you’re just looking out for me’, and I know you were right this time but Mitch it’s my life. Just let me make my own mistakes why can’t you just let me”

“Because I’m the one left to clean up the mess when boys break your heart.”, he practically yelled.

You started to cry, the rest of the drive was silent. You closed your eyes.

—

Shit.You looked at your phone, it was 10 AM the next day, and you were in a bed. It took you a minute before you realised you were at Mitch’s. You crawled out of bed and started to walk down the hall.

“(Y/N) is worth more then that, what the hell were you thinking,” you heard mitch talking

“I don’t know, I’m not ready to settle down yet” another voice said, it was Mo, Mo’s voice.

“Thats BS man. Why did you lead her on then?, hu?”

“Why do you care so much anyways?” Mo fought back.

You walked into the kitchen and the both of them shut their mouths instantly.

“Morning, honey” Mo reached to grab you for a hug.

You jerked away, “I think we need to talk.” Mo didn’t say anything, just nodded.

“I’ll be in my room,” Mitch said and left you two alone.

“So.. Who was that last night”

“Oh her name’s Marissa”

“Let me rephrase” you rolled your eyes “what was her relationship to you”

“She’s just a girl”

“Oh and am I too, just a girl? And she sure as hell thought she was your girlfriend” you cut back

“No she’s not my girlfrien, you are, she’s just a girl I’ve been seeing since before you casually”

“And you didn’t want to end it with her, I thought we were exclusive,”

“I didn’t think it mattered,”

“It doesn’t, wow so I don’t matter to you Mo”

“No that’s not what I’m saying”

“Then why did you bring her to a game, you knew i’d be there”

“The florida games just used to be our nights” he scratched the back of his head

“Your nights, Morgan you have a girlfriend.” you just wanted to shake him “so how was your ‘night’ last night, she sure seemed all over her”

“(Y/N) I promise I’ll break things off with her it’ll never happen again”

“Again? What the hell did it happen last night? Did you sleep with her last night?”

Mo stared down at his feet

“Uhg, you saw me crying and you slept with her” you started to cry again

“I was just really upset from the game.”

“No you don’t get that as an excuse, I was crying standing in front of you and yo- and you took her home. No, just No Mo if you don’t care about me this isn’t going to be a thing… please just go.” you begged for him to leave. And he did, he walked out the door.

You walked down the hallway in tears. You knocked on Mitch’s door, cracking it. “Are you still mad at me?”

“No” he replied and motioned you over to the bed.

“Good, then can you put me back together,” the tears rolled down your cheeks faster. He enveloped you in a hug and just held you there.

What honestly felt like hours later, you heard him swallow, “(Y/N)?” he said softly. You looked up at him. “You know I hate seeing you like this”

“Yeah I know” you wiped your tears

“Its- its because I can’t stand seeing other guys break your heart when…” he cut off.

“What is it Mitch?” you asked dumbly.

“When I know I’d take such good care of you, I love you (Y/N)” your heart beat faster and faster. In his arms like this, you realized you loved him too, that’s why you made Morgan walk on eggshells around him, that’s why you and Morgan would never work. “It’s ok if you don’t, i just needed you to kn-” you cut him off pressing your lips up into his. The kiss was soft and sweet. Everything you and Mitch had always been building up to this, he locked his hands on your waist drawing you to him. The kiss was slow but gaining momentum by the second. His tongue swept across your lips and you parted them letting him in. You never wanted this to end.