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arcadianmoonshadowjedi · 3 years ago

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Let The Bells Ring (A Stricklake Wedding)

Good news everyone! I was finally able to motivate myself to finish this fanfic, which took me weeks due to work and weak motivation lol. Since I’ve been sick this week with not much to do, I was able to motivate myself to power through!

So this is a continuation of my Making Things Right fic, which is an alternate ROTT ending where the timeline is NOT reset and everyone lives and gets to attend the Stricklake wedding! This in general is how I imagine a Stricklake wedding going, regardless of the overall plot of ROTT. I got so much inspiration for this from throughout the fandom, including @bklily & @undeadchestnut <3 Enjoy!

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In the weeks to come, the people of Arcadia and perhaps, the whole world would continue to recover from what would’ve been a large-scale apocalypse. To celebrate the end of this war and help everyone with healing, Barbara and Strickler felt that they should get married as soon as possible. Barbara nearly lost Strickler in his attempt to save Jim and stop the ice titan, and she was never more determined to tie the knot and be with him for the rest of her life. It was thanks to her excellent medical skills that both him and Nomura were able to recover from their life-threatening injuries, even though his wings were permanently damaged from the blast.

The day of the wedding arrived on a bright spring as the flowers began to bloom in the trees across Arcadia. Everyone was busy and super pumped getting ready for the big day. Claire, along with Aja, Darci, and Mary were all getting ready in her room. With Papa Skull music playing, they did their hair, nails, and makeup while also fooling around quite a bit. Aja sat right in front of the mirror back in her human form after a very long time.

“I’ve never been to a human marriage party before!” She squealed in excitement as her girlfriends did her hair and makeup.

“We’re so glad you can be with us, Aj,” Darci responded wholeheartedly as she pulled Aja’s light blonde hair into a beautiful, flowery updo with some loose hairs falling to the side. Claire and Mary both focused on getting her makeup done and when they were finally done, Aja gazed into the mirror in awe.

“Wow! I look.. I look soo..”

“Lively!” The girls cheerfully finished the sentence for her.

“Hey Claire Bear, Darc and I are gonna grab a few things from my car. You and Aja finish getting ready, ok?” Said Mary as she and Darci left the room. Claire helped Aja get into her hot pink strapless dress, and Aja couldn’t help but squeal in excitement and twirl around in her high-low skirt. Aja quickly enveloped Claire into a tight hug.

“Oh thank you so much Claire! This is amazing!”

Both girls chuckled and smiled at each other.

“Also,” Aja started. “It’s so nice to have another girl to fight side by side with, I don’t get to do that a lot. And your shadows of magic are so lively!”

“Thanks! And yeah same. Boys clubs can get pretty annoying, haha,” Claire joked. "We should definitely hang out more," Aja nodded in agreement and they both smiled warmly at each other.

“We’re back!” Mary said as she and Darci finally came back with more accessories. After they all finished getting ready, Mary took out her phone and they all posed for a selfie.

“Aw C-Bomb! It’s so good to have you back! We missed you like crazy when you left Arcadia! You and Aja!” She squealed cheerfully, squeezing Claire into a tight hug. Darci joined in and grabbed Aja as well. “Yeah girl! Don’t ever leave us out of nowhere like that again,” Darci said with a frown as she hugged Claire tighter. Claire chuckled and took both of their hands. “Don’t worry, I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon. It would be nice to take a break once in a while, hopefully,” She assured her girlfriends and hugged them again.

Moments later, the girls rode in Mary's car to Jim's house. When Aja got out from the back seat, the front door suddenly flew open and Steve ran out to her.

"My royal, ninja-kicking angel is here!" He yelled.

Without any hesitation, he swung Aja up from her feet and spun her around as she screamed joyously. He kissed her so passionately that Aja eventually started pushing him.

"Steve!" She chuckled. "My makeup! You're going to mess it up!" Steve laughed and then they both pressed their foreheads together and smiled lovingly as they held each other.

Jim stood at the front door watching and shaking his head while the remaining girls chuckled and let out some "awws" from the car. Claire eventually opened the door and walked out from the front seat, and Jim couldn't help but let out a "woah."

Claire stepped out in glimmering heels and wore a beautiful, midnight dress with a slit to the side. She smiled at Jim and her smoky eyeshadow made her beautiful, brown eyes glow even more. She walked up to him and he gently took her hands in his.

"You ready to be the greatest best man?" She asked.

"Ready as I can get," Jim chuckled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head. Claire smiled, then cupped his cheeks in her hands and leaned forward to press her lips against his. When she finally pulled back, she carefully stroked his hair and tucked it behind his ear.

"Good luck, I know you got this,"

Jim smiled and put his hand on hers, letting out a sigh of relief.

Toby and Aaarrrgghh walked out of the front door beside them and the three trollhunters smiled at one another. It's good they were all back together. And actually happy this time! Toby walked over to Jim and Claire for an affectionate group hug while Darci and Mary walked over.

"Toby!" Darci screamed as she ran over to hug her boyfriend. With a massive smile on his face, Toby hugged her back and held her tight.

"Oh TP! It's so good to have you back! I missed you so so much!" She started, her eyes tearing up. Toby on the other hand, after everything he went through, just wanted to revel in this moment

"It's good to be back, Darc," he responded softly.

Darci smiled at him and was totally digging his wedding look. "Looking good in a tux, TP,"

Aaarrrgghh nodded in agreement. "Mmm, Fancy,"

Toby put his hands on his hips and smirked. "Oh, well, yeah I do gotta look awesome-sauce for Dr. L's wedding, am I right?"

The gang laughed and finally went inside the house. Everyone headed towards the backyard except for Jim, who waited by the stairs. Toby and Claire looked back at him and gave him a nod of good luck before walking out the door.

Later that evening, more guests arrived and filled the seats in the backyard and Strickler waited for his bride at the altar. Blinky stood behind the stand mic with a piece of heartstone in his hand. Nomura stood by where Barbara soon would be. After all the help she's gotten and the time they spent together, Nomura became so close to Barbara that she gladly accepted her request to be her maid of honor. They were surrounded by a magical, embellished flower arch made by none other than Nari. Bright lights twinkled all around the place and soft, mellow tunes filled the atmosphere, played by both Krel on his keyboard and Douxie on his guitar. They high-fived each other for successfully setting a romantic mood.

Jim stood inside his house and then suddenly, he heard click-clacking from the stairs. It was his mother, so beautiful in her lace white dress. He couldn't help but tear up at the sight of his mom finally being happy again. She made it down the stairs and wrapped Jim in a warm hug.

"I love you so much, kiddo," Barbara told her son as her voice began to break. "I'm so proud of how far you've come and couldn't be any happier to be walked down the aisle by my beautiful boy,"

Jim held her even tighter as he chuckled lightly, tears falling down his cheeks. Barbara then looked at him lovingly as she wiped his tears. She leaned forward to kiss his forehead, then put her arms in his as they began heading towards the back door.

The guests looked around as the beautiful bride made her way down the aisle. Strickler couldn't stop gazing and smiling at his soon-to-be wife as she walked towards him, returning his smile. Barbara finally stood looking towards him and Jim stood by Strickler's side as his best man. Blinky finally cleared his throat and approached the mic.

"Greetings everyone. We are gathered here today to join our dearly beloved Barbara Lake and Walter Strickler in holy matrimony. After everything that has transpired in Arcadia over the past few years, what a blessing it is for all of us to congregate here to cherish and celebrate this union. Despite all the trials and tribulations that have been faced by this lovely pair, well of course the unusual beginning they’ve had..."

Strickler cleared his throat, interrupting Blinky’s speech. Jim couldn’t resist letting out a little chuckle. “Uh, Mr Blinky,” Barbara whispered. “We don’t need to go into all the details. What’s in the past can stay in the past. What’s most important is the here and now,”

“Right, right, right,” Blinky continued clumsily. “These two warriors have persevered through it all, the thick and the thin leading up to this very special moment. From this day forth, they will continue to strive and triumph together for the rest of their lives. Now may I have the rings?”

The audience clapped while Blinky signaled for Archie to fly over and bring the cushion that bore the rings.

“Now both of you place your hands on this heartstone as you say your vows. Do you, Walter Strickler, take Barbara Lake to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

Strickler took a deep breath, then smiled wholeheartedly and answered. “Yes, I do,” Followed by the clapping in the audience, Blinky turned to face Barbara.

“Do you, Barbara Lake, take Walter Strickler to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do” Barbara responded softly, with light tears in her eyes as she smiled brightly at her soon-to-be husband. They let go of the glowing heartstone, then took their rings and gently placed them on each of their left ring fingers. They finally held hands tightly in excitement and couldn’t take their eyes off of each other.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss,”

Strickler pulled Barbara closer to him and they finally leaned in for a warm kiss. Loud cheers spread throughout the audience with some sniffles of joy. Jim stood by wiping tears off his cheeks. Finally! Nothing brought more happiness into his heart than to see his own mother finally again, just as she deserved. And never did he expect that someone he once resented would eventually become someone so dear to both him and his mother.

Claire looked towards Douxie across the front row and they both nodded. Absorbing shadows from around her, she released a couple of black and purple shimmering doves into the sky and in turn, Douxie cast out beautiful blue sparkles to light up the scene even more. A round of oohs and aahs echoed was followed by a standing ovation.

A few moments later, Barbara turned around and was ready to throw the bouquet to a competitive crowd of single ladies of all ages and… Varvatos, who’s made it his quest to be the next in line for Nancy. As the bouquet suddenly flew into the air and was falling back down, out of nowhere, a shadow portal opened and swallowed it up. The audience gasped and looked around in confusion as another portal opened and the bouquet was caught by Claire. She glanced over at Jim whose eyes widened and cheeks turned pure red. In response, she winked at him as he sheepishly smiled back and waved. All the other ladies grunted and Mary and Darci approached her.

“Claire Bear! You’re not supposed to do that here! That’s cheating!” Darci told her with her arms crossed while Mary nodded in agreement. Claire chuckled and held the bouquet victoriously as she went to sit back down. “Um, I don’t remember there being a rule book for bouquet tosses as far as I’m concerned,”

“Preposterous!” Exclaimed Varvatos. “It should’ve been I who won this battle for Nancy!” He heard Nancy walk up to him giggling and grabbing his arm. “Oh Varvatos, you don’t need a bouquet to marry me! I’m way past that!” Varvatos’s eyes glew up and he let out a big smile. “Glorious!” He yelled. laughing maniacally.

Later that night, everyone got up and slow-danced to the sweet, charming tunes that Krel played. Douxie danced with Zoe, who he finally caught up with and they got to hunt niffins and grab burgers together as promised. Toby and Darci danced together and enjoyed their well-needed reunion, sharing a few kisses here and there. While Steve and Aja danced, they discussed their future plans and whether they would be together on Akiridion-5 or remain long distance.

“Well now, since we got wormholes and stuff, maybe I could come to you more often on Akiridion-5 while finishing college and who knows what will happen next?” Steve started as he held Aja and slightly dipped her. She smiled back at him and pushed her hair behind her ear. “You know, I really miss this mudball and seeing you more. I think maybe I too, should come visit and go on more Earth dates,”

Jim shared a short and sweet dance with mother then hugged her so tightly, before Strickler walked over to them and asked if could borrow his wife for another dance. Jim went over to Krel’s turntable and whispered something in his ears. Suddenly the music stopped as Krel plugged Jim’s phone to his turntable and pressed play.

Claire sat and chatted with Mary and a couple of friends when she suddenly froze. It was a familiar melody that took her back to the night of Spring Fling, her first ever dance with Jim. The guitar strings of Eres Tu played as she turned around and saw Jim hold out his hands to her. She looked up at him smiling and grabbed his hand. She got up and walked with him further away from the crowd until they were almost alone but could still hear the song. They started dancing as the Spanish lyrics began to be sung, while Jim sang along parts of the song, just like last time.

“Nice little trick you did back there with the flowers,” Jim joked as he spun her around. Claire chuckled and blushed a little. “Oh I bet you wanted me to be the one to catch it. But don’t worry, there’s no rushing into this. We just enjoy every moment together and take this all little by little, ok?” She assured him. He smiled back at her and stroked her cheek. It was so good that they finally got to enjoy this moment of peace without needing to defeat gumm-gumms or evil wizards trying to destroy the world. For both of them, it was a relief that neither of them felt the need to dread any upcoming battles hopefully for years to come. Without any further talking, they just danced together slowly reminiscing their beautiful memories they’ve had throughout their relationship, putting a warm smile on each of their faces. Jim spun Claire, then hugged her from behind and kissed her cheek, while Claire’s smile only got bigger and brighter.

From a distance, Barbara and Walter watched Jim dance with Claire while they too danced. “You’ve raised an amazing son, Barbara. Young Atlas has come so far in life and he wouldn’t have become the man he did without an amazing mother like you,”

“He’s also had a wonderful person like you come into his life and help him grow a lot. I couldn’t be more thankful he had you and Mr. Blinky help him become a strong trollhunter,”

The stars continued glimmering in the night sky as everyone enjoyed the rest of the wedding. A cool breeze blew through and the petals on the flowers and the twinkling lights slowly flowed along. The heroes of Arcadia have truly found an adventure worth telling for generations to come, whether it was on Earth, the caverns below, or on Akiridion-5. It was a one of a kind adventure that each hero will continue to remember and hold onto no matter what comes next. Despite all the trauma and heartbreak they all went through, they have also gained so much strength and wisdom, along with many great allies that will always stay together whatever comes next.

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Thank you so much for reading this fic! I know this was super long but I definitely put in a lot of stuff that I wanted to see in the TOA series, including Aja and Claire bonding and a happy ending with a Stricklake wedding! I know this isn’t the best I’ve written and that I wasn’t able to give each character but I’m glad I was able to get it done! Stay tuned for more and hopefully more focus on other characters!

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isitgintimeyet · 4 years ago

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Just A Friend

Just another Sunday and just another chapter. Thanks to all of you who read, like, reblog, comment. i appreciate it more than you know.

thanks to @wickedgoodbooks for the beta

AO3

Chapter 4: From Park to Parlay

There’s something rather special about this time of year with the transition from spring to summer when everything is still so fresh and green. The long, light evenings make me feel like I’ve been given an extra couple of hours in my day.

My flat has a balcony. It’s small—just enough space for a bistro table, two chairs and a few pots of herbs—but I love it. I come home from work and sit out there, sometimes with a cup of coffee, sometimes with something a bit stronger. Of course this is weather dependent — I am in Scotland, after all.

But sometimes, like tonight, sitting on my balcony isn’t enough. I want to be outside in all that fresh air and sunshine. Plus, one of my neighbours has acquired a new hobby, apparently. It’s either learning the violin or strangling cats. Although it sounds more like the latter, I'm going to give her the benefit of the doubt and say it’s the former. I have finally managed to identify the piece she’s having a crack at. It’s from ‘Frozen’ — ‘Let It Go’ and I really wish she would.

Besides, if I wander into the park, there’s a certain ice cream kiosk that might still be open. My mouth waters at the thought of their cherry bakewell ice cream. So, I grab a cardigan, keys and a bit of cash, and head out.

As I stroll through the park, I’m thankful that I brought my cardigan. The sun is still warm, but there’s a distinct chill in the shade. Not enough of a chill to put me off an ice cream, though.

The kiosk is just on the verge of closing for the day, but he spies me doing that stupid little pretend run that’s actually no faster than walking and waits. I smile gratefully as I hand over the money in exchange for a double cone. Turning away, I can hear the shutters closing.

There’s a bench nearby, overlooking the pond and still in the sun… unoccupied. I sit down ready to enjoy my ice cream in peace. After the cacophony of a violin bow being scraped painfully across strings, this is sheer bliss — only the sound of a few argumentative ducks and the occasional playful dog. No-one to disturb me, no-one to—

At first, all I can hear are two voices, coming from the path behind me. Nothing above a murmur — one low pitched, the other higher. I can’t make out what they’re saying. Not that I would want to. The higher voice, a female, is definitely getting louder now. She’s not happy by the sound of it. The other, clearly male, keeps to a calm murmur.

“Are ye telling me I’m imagining things, then?”

I can’t hear the response, but it’s obviously not to her liking.

“I ken she works fer ye. But she has her eye on ye. I’m no’ stupid. D’ye think I’m a mug?”

The voice sounds a bit familiar but I can’t place it anywhere. Perhaps we go to the same coffee shops or bars or—

“That’s it, James Fraser. I’m going, I mean it... Ye ken where tae find me… this is me, going… bye… I said bye. Fine, dinna answer me, then.”

The annoyance in her voice registers in my brain. I know why she sounds so familiar— it’s little Miss James-Fraser-isn’t-here-don’t-call-again-ever. Which means that, at any moment, one or other of them might be rounding this corner and think that I was eavesdropping.

Quickly I get to my feet ready to walk away —slap bang straight into Samsonite-owning Jamie Fraser. I take a step back. The first thing I notice is he’s not wearing a white dress shirt this time. He’s far more casually dressed in a plain white t-shirt… a plain white t-shirt now adorned with a large splodge of pink ice cream right in the middle of his chest.

“Oh, gosh, I’m — I’m so sorry,” I stammer apologetically as I fumble in my pockets for a paper serviette or tissue.

He looks up. The vexed expression on his face gives way to one of amusement.

“Claire Beauchamp,” he announces. “I didna recognise ye without yer suitcase.”

“I am sorry,” I continue to apologise as I pass him a somewhat crumpled but clean tissue.

He makes no attempt to leave, but settles himself on the bench and starts to dab ineffectually at the pink stain.

“Was it good?” He nods at the battered cone I am still holding.

“Oh yes, the best. I’d buy you one as compensation but they’re closed now.”

“It’s fine. If I feel the need I can always suck on ma shirt.” He looks down at the stain, glaringly obvious against the pristine white of his t-shirt. “Sae, how are ye doing?”

I perch on the bench next to him. Apparently we’re having a conversation.

“I’m fine, thank you,” I answer politely. “And how are you?”

“Me, I’m no’ sae bad,” He looks annoyed, then shakes his head and gives a little half smile. “Look, I’m sorry if any of that… er…weel, if ye heard any of that.”

Do I lie? Pretend that I heard nothing? I’m not a very good liar. Geillis always says that I have a glass face, you can see every emotion clearly etched on it and I think she’s right. So I choose to answer noncommittally.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“It’s jes’...” he pauses for a moment, considering his choice of words. “Jes’ … tricky.”

He seems lost in thought. Maybe I need to remind him that his wife-partner-girlfriend-housekeeper has just stormed off and will clearly be awaiting some sort of reaction from him.

“Shouldn’t you be… ?” I gesture towards the path in the direction she must have taken.

“Nah, I’m no’ going after her… no’ this time.” He adds the last bit under his breath.

“Oh, ok.”

“That's what she wants, ye ken. The attention, me chasing after her, making promises…” his voice tails off as he realises what he’s doing.

He looks at me and shrugs his shoulders. “I’m sorry. I shouldna be blathering like this tae ye. I dinna ken why.”

I do. Sometimes it’s easier to vent, to get things off your chest, to a stranger rather than family or friends. You can pretty much say what you like, confident that it’s not going to come back and bite you, or spread like chinese whispers around your peer group.

“No need to apologise. It can be easier explaining things to strangers, sometimes.”

He smiles. “Ah, but, I dinna think we’re strangers. After all, I’m well acquainted with yer holiday… er...shall we say, accessories.”

If his intention was to make me blush, he’s succeeded. I feel myself redden. “It was a hen party. I had to get into the spirit.”

“So ye say.” He raises an eyebrow as if to question my explanation. “Och, dinna mind me, I’m jes’ teasing.”

I screw my face up in mock disgust and he chuckles.

“My mam told me never tae pull faces else ye’ll be stuck like that if the wind changes.”

I assume a serious expression.

“That’s much better, Miss Beauchamp,” his face becomes serious too. “But, aye, I get what ye’re saying— about talking tae people ye dinna ken. Ye’ve no horse in this race, as it were. Everyone else that I ken seems tae have an opinion.”

I’m suddenly conscious that the remains of my cone are still in my hand, now totally melted. Noticing my awkward fidgeting, he returns the crumpled tissue to me. I wipe my hands and deposit all the debris in the bin by the bench. He settles back, obviously keen to continue our conversation.

“Sae, are ye up fer giving me yer opinion then about ma situation?”

I’ve never thought of myself as an agony aunt, but I’m curious to know more about him. It’s reassuring to know other people have complications in their love lives too.

“I don’t know enough to give you my opinion, but feel free to unload, if you want to.”

He leans forward, his large hands resting on his denim clad knees and sighs. He has very nice hands with neatly shaped nails, no ragged cuticles or bitten nails. There’s a smattering of reddish hairs on the back. I always notice a man’s hands. Frank had very smooth, elegant hands with long, slim fingers. Jamie’s are much broader than Frank’s, which fits with his whole Viking throwback vibe. I force myself away from his hands and focus on what he's telling me.

“Ye see, ye get tae an age where all yer friends are in couples and having bairns. And ye feel that’s what ye should do, have a proper ‘relationship’.”

I inhale sharply at the way he says the word, so similar to my own thoughts. He glances at me, and continues.

“Ah, ye ken what I mean. And sae ye go along wi’ it when ye friends introduce ye tae a lass. And ye date… and it’s nice, but there’s always that feeling that they want something more, that they want the whole ‘relationship’ thing. They want more than ye can give. And that leads tae disappointment and arguments. They push, trying tae force ye to commit.”

He sits back and looks at me. “Mebbe it’s…och, i dinna ken. Jes’ ignore me. I’m a stupid dolt.”

“No, I don’t mind at all. Honestly.”

“I mean, Laoghaire is a nice enough lass, but it seems the more she pushes, the more I back away. It makes her more suspicious. If I dinna want her, then she reckons I must be after another. What do ye think?”

Do I tell him about her answering his phone? I mean, it seems like he’s coming to a conclusion all by himself. I decide not to volunteer any more information. And I know I said I wouldn’t give an opinion, but I just can’t help it. This is all too familiar to me.

“It is difficult but, ask yourself, is this fair to Laoghaire, or fair to you? Will this keep happening? I mean, I don’t know her, but will she be satisfied with what you are prepared to give? I think you already know your answer. And I think you know what you must do.”

He sighs again. “Aye, I do. But it’s no’ a pleasant thing, is it?”

I shake my head. The image of Frank’s devastation is still fresh in my mind. “It never is.”

The bench is now in shade, and it’s cooled down a lot. I shiver and wrap my cardigan tightly around me. Time to head home, I think.

“Aye, ye’re right. Time tae go.”

I’m not sure if he’s talking about the evening chill, or what he needs to do about the whole Laoghaire situation.

We both stand up at the same time. He extends his hand, and I take it in mine, which is more than a bit grubby and sticky, with the odd bit of tissue still stuck to it.

“Thank ye for listening, Claire, and fer yer opinion. It’s been a big help tae me. I dinna ken what it is but I feel I can talk tae ye. And I promise, next time, it’s yer turn. Ye can vent like ye want tae me and I’ll do the listening.”

“Will there be a next time?”

He smiles. “Oh aye, I’m sure there will be.”

#outlander fanfiction #outlander fanfic #Claire Beauchamp #Jamie Fraser #Just a Friend #chapter 4

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not-playable-character · 3 years ago

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Oh god I know its been an age and a half since I posted a story, BUT I finally finished my Alcina & Sherry fic! I don't think its quite up to par with what I originally wanted but I'm satisfied with what came out. I hope you enjoy!

The first thing Sherry Birkin encounters when she enters the Blue Umbrella lounge room is the tallest woman she has ever seen. She unconsciously let out a small wow alerting the woman to her presence.

Alcina turned in her chair to see the new arrival, “Oh hello, you must be one of the United States agents we have been called to meet.” She says removing her reading glasses and setting down her book.

Sherry continues to gape at the woman for a few seconds before realizing she was being spoken to, “Oh, yeah! I’m Sherry Birkin, federal agent for the Division of Security Operations.” She says as she walks closer and sticks her hand out for a handshake.

Alcina takes her hand, “A pleasure, I am Lady Alcina Dimitrescu. I hope you don’t mind me remaining seated, the ceilings aren’t quite suited for someone my height.” She chuckles. “Please join me.” She gestures to the chair across from her.

Sherry takes a seat, “Thank you my Lady. It’s nice to meet you as well.”

Alcina waves off her formality smiling, “Oh no, no, please call me Alcina, my dear. The title is simply a formality for the men wo have no manners, and it sounds much nicer with the castle.”

“Ahh…” Sherry says before sitting awkwardly in silence, “So, do you know any of the company gossip?”

Alcina covers a laugh with a cough, “Why no, I don’t believe I know much of anything. Most of the lovely employees here don’t enjoy speaking with a ‘monster’ like me.” She rolls her eyes at the thought.

Sherry gasps in shock, “Oh my god, you are missing out! Okay, so did you hear that Claire Redfield and Jill Valentine are totally a thing now?” She gushes with a wide smile at the chance to gossip with someone.

Alcina feigns belief at the rumor, “Truly! I had no idea; they don’t seem like the type.”

Sherry nods her head, “Oh yeah, I heard they are keeping it on the downlow because Chris is crazy obsessed with Claire ‘continuing the Redfield bloodline’.”

“Wouldn’t he want her to have a relationship with a woman? She wouldn’t be able to ‘continue the bloodline’ with a man. It would be his bloodline not hers.” Alcina says confused.

Sherry throws her arms up, “That’s exactly what I’ve been saying! No one seems to care though; they just keep repeating that ridiculous joke.” Alcina nods along as Sherry continues to rant and gossip. “You don’t believe anything I’m saying do you?”

“Not a single word, but I didn’t want to interrupt as you seemed so passionate about it.” She explains as Sherry slightly deflates.

“Damn, what gave me away?” She asks.

Alcina chuckles, “I have met both Ms. Redfield and Agent Valentine, while I doubt they would commit to a relationship to each other, they are both private people. Neither of them would allow rumors to spread about them, they are far too careful for that, especially Agent Valentine.”

Sherry smirks, “They would make a nice couple though.”

Alcina laughs, “Yes they would, Agent Valentine would make quite the pair with either of the Redfield siblings. I can only imagine the children they would produce.”

“Speaking of relationships, would you happen to have a Lord or Lady of your own?” Sherry asks curious about her new friend.

Alcina’s smile falters before recovering, “Sadly it’s not quite so easy for someone my size and with my…. affliction to date. Everyone who is privy to my unique features is out of the question.”

Sherry tilts her head curiously, “Why is that? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Not at all, simply put, Moreau is a lovely man, but we are not very close. No disrespect to him, but he is simply not my type either. Donna is lovely as well, though I see her as a close friend only. She is a touch to young for my tastes and we are possibly too close for a relationship. Finally, Heisenberg, ugh, He is Heisenberg and I refuse to even get near that man. I would kill myself before subjecting to any sort of intimacy with him and it is very difficult to kill me, I’ll have you know” Sherry chuckles at her explanation.

“He can’t be that bad.” She says knowing the tall woman is exaggerating.

Alcina rolls her eyes, “You clearly haven’t met Karl Heisenberg. He is the most sanctimonious, annoying, unkempt, vile man I have ever met!” Sherry is struggling to hold back her laughter at Alcina’s anger towards this man. Towards the end of her continued rant, Sherry can’t hold back her laughter and breaks. Sherry startles her at first, but the contagious laughter soon infects her as well. After a couple of minutes of laughter, they both calm down and regain composure.

Alcina delicately wipes a tear from her eye, “Ahh, I haven’t laughed that hard in years.” Sherry nods in agreement still recovering from the giggles. “Since you brought it up, I must ask about your previous trysts.” Sherry immediately stops giggling.

“Ugh, it’s been uneventful. I’m only 35 and the only relationship I’ve had was barely one at all. His name was Jake, we met during one of my missions, I was supposed to get his blood to stop the C virus. The whole situation spiraled, and I guess we just spent so much tense time together we just were drawn to each other. After everything calmed down, we went on a few dates. I thought he would be nicer outside of a war zone, and he was but not to the degree I was hoping. He refused to stop with all of his sexist comments and honestly was just kind of a dick a lot of the time. Without the tension we stopped being drawn together, though we are still friends. Definitely glad I never slept with him.” Alcina just gapes at her.

“Well now, that was a bit of a rollercoaster. I wasn’t expecting that answer, though if you are still looking, I believe my middle child would be quite the match for you. She seems very similar to your Jake but much better towards her lovers. She can be quite passionate about her work, which extends into her relationships.” She chuckles, “I may be a bit biased though as she is my daughter.”

“Ahh, I appreciate the offer, but I’m not interested dating women.” Sherry says a bit awkwardly trying not to offend.

“Oh, I apologize I didn’t realize. Still if you ever discover that you have an interest, you know how to contact me through Agent Redfield.” Alcina says checking the time, “It seems our break time is over, now we must attend a nonsense meeting to inflate little men’s egos.”

Sherry looks at the clock as well feeling disappointed their time is ending, “Wait! Do you have a cellphone? We can exchange numbers to keep in touch without the middleman.” Alcina nods pulling out her modified phone. “Oh, wow that sure is something.” Sherry says noticing the unusually large phone.

Alcina chuckles, “Yes, I cannot use a regular cellular phone, so Agent Redfield had something called a ‘tablet’ converted into a phone for me to use more comfortably. My girls had to get me modified accessories for my home computer as well, even if I refuse to use the blasted contraption most of the time.”

“I get ya. Here let me put my number in, then I’ll send myself a text, so I have your number too.” Sherry struggles a bit with the large device, but eventually programs her number. Alcina takes back the phone and poses Sherry for a picture. “What are you doing?” Sherry asks as she is being manipulated.

“My girls say I have to have an image for everyone in my phone, so I am posing you so I can take a photograph.” Sherry makes a noise of understanding and strikes a pose for her contact image. After Alcina takes the image, Sherry pulls out her phone as well.

“Your turn! If I have to take a photo so do you.” She says aiming her camera at the still seated woman. Alcina poses regally in her chair and Sherry snaps a photo. “Great! Thanks for this. Its kinda hard to make friends in this line of work so I want to stay in contact with those I do make.”

Alcina finally stands into a hunched position, “I’m glad to be considered a friend. As you can guess friends are a rarity for me as well.” Sherry gives a sympathetic nod. “Now we really must be going, the boys won’t be happy if we are late for this little ‘meeting’.”

As they make their way to the meeting room, they continue to talk about Alcina’s girls, Leon, and many other things before joining their superiors.

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 4 years ago

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Chapter 22 -- Perfect Harmony | Charlie Gillespie

Summary: Emily Fox is a talented 17-year-old with a passion for all things music. Her dream is to become a successful singer-songwriter one day. But to achieve that dream, she needs to get into one of the most prestigious music schools in her district – it’s all been part of her plan since she was six. Sadly enough, those schools cost a ton of money that her parents don’t want to invest. They don’t even want her to pursue her dream. So, now Emily’s hustling, working at the music store to save up to get into college. That’s until she meets Charlie, an annoying seventeen-year-old boy with the same dream as her. The only difference is, he’s just doing it. He doesn’t need a fancy college to pursue his dream to become famous with his band. He just writes his songs and books small gigs here, there and everywhere. Will meeting Charlie defer her from her dream college, or will he actually help her achieve the dream?

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x OC (Emily Fox)

Warnings: mentions of death, sexual assault

Important note: the characters of Charlie, Owen, Jeremy and Madison are based on the characters they play on the show and i do not own their names, only OC are mine. The songs aren’t mine either, they’re all from the show except for one.

~|Emily Fox|~

I think I might have hit rock bottom again. It’s been a year since I’ve found myself falling and falling deeper down this dark and empty hole of sadness and remorse. It’s been a pity party of one up in this house since Saturday and it’s now Thursday. Madison came around almost every day. She brought lasagna on Saturday, spent the night and then watched movies with Mitch and me on Sunday. On Monday, she came back after school to give me my homework, but knowing I probably wouldn’t do it, and the same happened on Tuesday and Wednesday. Today, the bell rings at 9 am while I’m still in bed, wrapped up in a blanket burrito. I can hear Madi’s voice, however, and all it does is make me wonder why she’s not in school. “I’m just worried about her, you know?” I hear Madi’s voice as her and Mitch make their way upstairs. “I don’t want her to fall further down to rock bottom the same way she was last year.” My uncle simply hums. “Yeah, I think it’s time for an intervention,” he says seconds before he knocks on my door and enters without my response. “Morning, Muffin.” I glare at him for his chirpiness. “It’s time, honey,” Madison tells me, her nose in my wardrobe. “Time for what? To cry? I think I’m behind schedule today,” I mean it as a joke, but neither of them takes it as one. “I don’t feel like doing anything, guys.” “You’ll feel so much better after a shower and putting on pretty clothes,” Madi replies, throwing me a couple of clothes. “Now, chop, chop! Into the shower!” I stay put, glaring at my best friend. Even though I know she’s trying to help me, it’s not really working. Getting up and being productive isn’t going to get me my audition back. “Come on, Muffin! We’re going to the mall for like an hour. Please, can you do that for me? Just an hour?” Mitch’s begging somehow makes me rise up from my bed and head into the shower. The hot water doesn’t help with the empty space in my heart, but it does help with the stank of four days lying in bed. With still wet hair, I get into the outfit Madison has given me and walk back out into my bedroom. Mitch and Madi both smile at me proudly like I’m a child walking for the first time. “I don’t feel like doing my hair or makeup,” I tell them, putting on some shoes. “You want us to do it for you?” Mitch asks carefully, but I shake my head. “It’s fine. I’ll probably cry and ruin it anyway.” Both of them pout before grabbing my hand and leading me downstairs and into the car. Uncle Mitch drives us to the nearest mall where we get to shopping straight away. Nothing seems to please me though. No item of clothing or accessory brings me any joy. My bank account is happy. At least that’s one of us. “What do you think of this?” Madi asks, showing off some really rad trousers. Black cargo trousers with white blocks running through it. “Those look cool. You should get them!” I encourage her, managing a tiny smile. “They’re for you,” she tells me, but I shake my head, looking through the rail of clothing. “I’m going to buy them for you anyway. I’m sure you’ll thank me later,” she says and walks off towards the register to pay for them. I watch Madi and Mitch interact for a moment. Their voices are hushed, and they’re too far away to eavesdrop. But the wide eyes and open mouths don’t predict anything good. “Everything okay?” I ask them once Madi has paid for the trousers and joined me again. Both of them push me out of the shop and into the next one, pulling and pushing me all around the place. “We’re fine!” Mitch replies, but I can tell he’s lying. “Just really excited to look here!” “Oh, look, Ems! These look cool! You always wanted those!” She pushes a jumpsuit into my hands and pushes me towards the changing rooms. Careful as she is, she pushes me into one and yanks the red curtain shut. What the hell is going on? “Madi, I really don’t feel like trying things on,” I say, reopening the curtains. “Just do it, babes,” she says, forcing me back inside. “Mads, this is a small. I can’t get my fat ass in there!” I tell her and shove the curtain open again. Madison looks behind her swiftly before exhaling and taking the jumpsuit away from me. “What’s going on, Mads?” “Nothing, babe! Just really excited about shopping!” I raise an eyebrow at her. I’m certain she’s lying to me, but I don’t know about what. Suddenly, Uncle Mitch joins us again. I hadn’t even noticed him gone. “Right, Mitch? Aren’t you excited about shopping?” “Yes! Very!” He claps his hands. “I hear there’s a sale in that shoe shop you love so much, Muffin. You want to go?” At least Uncle Mitch somewhat acts normal. Besides the vanishing. The two lead me to the shoe shop at the other side of the mall, which is busier than the side we were on previously. Must be the crazy sales.

Though every now and again, Madi and Mitch push me into dressing rooms quickly or change directions suddenly, the day actually feels decent. For the first time since Saturday, I actually feel as though my life has gone back to normal. Until I start thinking about my life and then it’s all over. I even started crying in the middle of a Claire’s, which wasn’t the prettiest sight. Madi and Mitch do spring into action immediately and bring me towards the ice cream parlor where we have several scoops of ice cream. “Thanks, guys,” I sniffle, “I know I haven’t been the easiest, but thank you for not giving up on me.” They both offer me a proud smile, and Madi even grabs my hand in hers. “We’re just glad you’re out of the house, Emsie,” she says. “Yeah, and we’re really proud of what you’ve accomplished today!” Mitch chimes in. “Aren’t you really happy with your new shoes?” I nod my head at Madi’s question. My new sneakers really are the coolest and most rad shoes I ever did see. “They’ll look great on your new pants!” Her smile widens when my lips curl up slightly. “I really like those new earrings you bought, Muffin! They’re very chic!” Mitch chimes in. “You know I’m all about the butterflies lately,” I tell him, already thinking about the cool outfit I’ll be able to put together with the shoes, the pants and the earrings. “Don’t forget that cool new jacket you found in that thrift store!” “I really wish they made those things in my size,” Mitch pouts, causing Madi and me to laugh. “There she is again!” She says excitedly. Her wide smile suddenly falters as she looks somewhere behind me. Before I can turn around to see what she’s seen, she grabs me by the hand and pulls me up. “I think we’ve done enough shopping for the day,” Mitch says, and grabs all of our bags before the three of us leave the mall. Once at home, Madi and Mitch seem to get back to their usual self; calmer and less anxious. “Show me your new outfit!” Madi shouts excitedly as we go upstairs to try everything we bought on again for a little fashion show. When we were younger, we always used to put up fashion shows with her or my mom’s heels. It was the funniest thing. “That looks so bomb!” She claps her hands excitedly, scanning up and down my body. I turn to look into the full-length mirror, and suddenly I’m taken back to our fashion shows back in the day. “Thanks for today, Mads,” I say instead of getting nostalgic about our past. “Anything for you, Emily.”

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artsninspo · 5 years ago

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Heartbreak 3/3

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PART I | PART II

PAIRING: Erik x OC

Summary: Processing a break up can be hard, especially as the perfect woman to an ungrateful asshole. Healing from heartbreak Elle finds herself finding comfort in Erik’s company but he’s offering more than just kind words as a consolation. Oh, and Erik’s the ungrateful asshole ex’s cousin.

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Erik had spend the night with Elle five times in the past three weeks. It wasn’t what he did. In fact he made it a point to keep things clear with women so there was no confusion about what he wanted out of the relationship. Which, was almost always great sex without strings or any other attachments. But here he was with an arm around her watching her as she sleeps under the moonlight. Lifting his arm a touch he scoots out of bed pulling on a pair of shorts and using the restroom again before heading onto the balcony for some fresh air. This morning had been a lot; the past few weeks had been a lot.

“Earrrrrr—iiick” Elle moans feeling the rush of an orgasm as her first memory of the morning. Her second to be fair. The first a was from making out fingering and head.

“A little longer baby” his voice is tight. As he plows deep into her fast pulling out painfully slow again and again.

“I— mmmm” she sighs gripping the sheets and on all fours. Close he flips her over so there in missionary so they can enjoy each other’s love faces. They come together resting their heads in the crook of the others necks as Erik lets his weight fall on her while catching his breath.

“Good morning” he says after a few minutes.

“No” Elle whines wrapping her legs around him to keep him in beg.

“And what you think that’s gonna do?” He asks showing off his strength and getting up with her in his arms.

“E” she giggles holding on tight. “I thought we agreed you would let me sleep in since I have a long drive home?”

“If you’re complaining I didn’t put it on you right” he comments sitting her on the counter and heading into the sectioned off toilet in the bathroom.

“I’m not complaining”

“You just wanted to hold out on me so I’d have to come to the benefit?” He speaks knowingly and Elle smiles guiltily adjusting her night dress and getting down.

“Maybe” she comments as they switch places.

“You’d do that to me?” He laughs playfully washing his hands.

“Clearly I couldn’t” Elle admits finishing up and washing her hands too.

It had been a month since their first time and Erik found himself spending the night with her at last four nights a week. Still when he wasn’t, for work or whatever reason, he wanted to be.

“Gonna head to the gym, I’ll bring breakfast back okay. Get some sleep” Erik comments getting an eye roll in response. “I’d work you out some more but like you said you have a long drive” he comments slapping her ass as she heads back to the bedroom.

“How do you even have all this energy?” She yawns.

“I don’t need a lot of sleep, call me if you need anything alright?” He asks turning to ding her eyes are already closed as she sleeps snuggled into his king sized bed.

He’d always known what kind of girl Elle was and did his best to stay away knowing he wasn’t someone that was up to her standard. He’d told Aaron those very words when they went to pick some things up from Claire, the woman who had fostered him. That was before his first tour overseas, then just like that Elle was Aarons girlfriend. He’d heard all about it from his aunt and Aarons mother on the phone. She’d do anything for her shit of an offspring and apparently tracking his girlfriend after a breakup was within reason. Especially since, as his aunt put it Elle had walked away with Erik. He could see the scandal now, it was just another reason for everyone to turn on him.

“E?” Elles voice takes him out of his thoughts. This wasn’t how she’d come to know him - he was almost always present.

“You alright, you have to go?” She asks her eyes shining and sincere.

“Nah, I’ll be back in a minute kitten” he winks.

“Somethings on your mind that you have to handle, you’ve been in and out since you got that call” she speaks and he smiles at her intuitiveness. “Go handle it it’s fine” Elle swallows tip-toeing for a quick peck and Erik deepens it. It wasn’t a call, work never stressed him out it was the opposite.

“I’ll see you tomorrow” he promises meaning it and he leaves.

He’d tried shaking his feelings for her but it felt like trying to stop a train going a full steam ahead. He’d never been a relationship kind of guy, more the stop by to knock your socks off kind. Erik never had the time or the energy to put his trust in people other than hisself because, in his experience it almost never ended well. Knocking at the door it takes ten minuted and a text before its answered. Wade looks up at him with a surprised expression before wheeling back to let Erik in.

“You do a job without me, Kill?” He asks wheeling into the elevator taking him to his man-cave.

“Nah”

“How are you and the girls”

“They’re good man, Shayla was asking when you’re gonna come by the other day. You haven’t been here eating my wife’s cooking and teaching my daughters shit they don’t need to know in a few weeks” His best friend comments.

Erik smiles in reflection, “Those lil niggas bad as hell”

“Don’t call them that, they’re little girls” Wade reminds wheeling around to his couch and getting in comfortably.

“Hows therapy”

“Kill, you’re scaring me, this could be a call. You come here at three in the morning for this?”

“It’s fucked up man but ain’t shit I can do about it” Erik swallows looking into his hands and taking a deep sigh. “Remember Elle?”

“I still don’t know how Aaron pulled her” Wade comments before panic crosses his expression. “What happened?” He sits forward.

“They broke up and uhh, we started…” Erik thinks of words more respectful than fucking. “We got together, I had no plans — I mean I flirt with her because she’s fine but, man Wade.” Erik sighs. “I don’t want to be here right now with you, I’d rather be with her. I can’t sleep if I’m not with her, not properly and I’ve never cared about a woman like I care for her.” Erik explains.

Wade swallows feeling for Erik knowing much of his past. They’d been friends since MIT and went to war together. Yin and Yang, put them into any situation and they’d get it done. Wade was an intelligence wizard, Erik a tactical genius.

“When you care about people you hold them down. Lets not forget you crossed enemy lines during an ambush when I stepped on a mine and lost the first leg. You’re fearless E. For you to get involved at all — Aaron ain’t shit but you wouldn’t cross that line with her if you didn’t care. Stop thinking — you’re not good at that; just act.” Wade advises and Erik swallows until a controller is tossed at him.

“Come on” Wade says and they move forward playing.

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Elle smiles standing as she mingles around the annual fundraiser. The cause were underprivileged kids. Let adults dress up all fancy to feel important and they dig into their pockets and are quite generous.

Each forced smile seemed to happen easier and easier until it wasn’t such a task to pretend that she was happy to be at the benefit. Erik hadn’t called in hours or showed up to see her off on her travel out of town.

Maybe it was too much, maybe it was too fast? Still Erik has no problem expressing himself another time.

“Elle, you look gorgeous - I’ll get Larry to dig deep for the kids” Agnes one of her clients says kissing her cheek and whispering the last part.

“Thanks Ag” Elle smiles. “You chose the right venue” Elle adds looking around at the space - making the older woman beam with pride.

“No worries where’s your arm candy? You know a nice accessory can go far” she adds being terrible. Larry nor her three previous three husbands stood a chance against her charm.

“I’m here by myself” Elle admits.

“Hmm” Agnes ponders not even feigning sadness. “A breakup?”

“You can say that”

“Don’t tell me he cheated” she whispers in a sarcastic tone pretending to be surprised. She’d watched Aaron flirt at their first benefit and told Elle to dumb him from then.

“My neighbour is a young eligible bachelor and you’re just his type!” She sings with excitement.

“Agnes let’s focus on the kids” you mutter and her brows bunch you turn to see Aaron in a suit and tie. In all the years you were together it was a battle to get him to these fundraisers, to show his face and support the cause. Now he’s here. Just like that.

“I thought you said…” Agnes trails putting on a fake smile as he gets closer.

“We aren’t together I don’t know why he’s here!” Elle specifies turning to Agnes and backing Aaron.

“Babe, Agnes” Aaron greets with enough gall to walk up to both women. Worst of all acting like they weren’t broken up. Elle steps back pushing him away to create distance.

“What are you doing here?” She whispers offended.

“Are you gonna turn away money?” He asks still playing games and Elle shakes her head in disgust.

“Stop it, I’m here like you want me to be. Alright?” He whispers sternly before smiling.

“I’m not your babe” Elle tells him loud enough that everyone within two feet can hear. His eyes widen in alarm before it becomes a warning to stop and be more discrete. Aaron isn’t one for glass houses shattering and anything aside from the mirage of a perfect relationship.

“Hey” a familiar voice says and the minute Agnes’ eyes widen Elle smiles knowing just who it belongs to as his hand holds her hip planting a quick kiss on her cheek. She feels all fuzzy inside just like that, getting goosebumps. Erik had maintained schmoozing and throwing money around with corporate fucks was not his thing and that he had no intention of participating.

“You came” Elles beams as she admires Erik and his ensemble for the night looking delectable. Black suit, white pinstripes, tailored to perfection, white fitted shirt. Agnes smiles at the unmistakable chemistry between the two as they eye each other like they’re the only two people in the room.

“For the kids right, and it’s important to you” Erik says aloud eyes look at Elles to examine if she’s okay in Aaron’s presence. His hand gives her hip a quick squeeze as his bow raises ever so slightly.

Whats he doing here?

His expression asks.

“I’m Agnes, I’ve been working with Elle for some time now, are you new?” Agnes introduces eyeing Erik in approval without any consideration for Aaron.

“No he’s my cousin Agnes” Aaron interjects making the older woman light up like a Christmas tree in excitement at the messiness of it all.

“My pretty baby’s a genius” she smiles hugging Elle. “Why don’t you leave before you embarrass yourself young man” Agnes says making Elle turn bright red as she addresses Aaron.

This won’t end well.

“Elle are you out of your fucking mind?” Aaron grits taking her hand and walking out of the venue way too fast. She barely stays on her feet being pulled along behind him silently to avoid from a further scene. “You better not be fucking him!” Aaron barks with a finger in her face once they’re outside. “We’re leaving now!” He grabs her more violently this time.

His grip is iron and sure to bruise but it only lasts a second before he is shoved back. Aaron stumbles before catching his balance before getting in fighting stance only to hit the floor moments later.

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“Erik” Elle moans trying to be obedient and hold still during her punishment.

“You didn’t call me when you should have the second he showed up” Erik says onto her neck making goosebumps rise.

Erik had swooped in like her night in shining armour. It was a two hit situation. Erik hit Aaron, Aaron hit the floor.

“Since you like to be uncomfortable, here you go” he swallows.

“Erik” she wines some more feeling his full length inside her. Stretching her out while they sit stationary and he plays his stupid sniper games while inside her.

“What you should have been saying into your phone, look at my hand” he stated showing Elle his bruised knuckles.

“Baby please, I was shocked, I didn’t know what to do” Elle whispers and he seems to only get harder. He swallows trying to keep from thrusting himself. “Baby, Erik .... Daddy... Sir” she sputters with her eyes closed. His fingers massaging her clit adding to the torment of having him inside her. His free hand wraps around her neck.

“Did I say you could talk?” He asks sliding out to give the both of them some relief. When he makes no effort to start Elle turns to face him. His eyes are clouded with too much to read through and she leans in stopping halfway to be granted permission. His lips find her, controlling the pace of the kiss, rough, passionate and dominating. When he pulls away she’s left breathless feeling a wave of emotions stronger than she’d felt.

He’d been there, with few words, more consistent than anyone ever had been. Not for any recognition either. Not to tell people about all the things he did for her, not to throw it in her face, just to be there. Incredible sex too. Just the way she’d always wanted. Punishments or not it always felt good.

Her arms wrap around his neck as she leans forward hugging him. Eriks taken back by the gesture. It takes a few moments for it to register before he holds her in place rubbing her back over the material of her nightdress. Everything changes. He kisses her cheek.

“I got you” he promises. “Always, Elle” he pulls away needing eye contact. She nods tears in her eyes.

“Thank you Erik” she whispers and he can feel the emotion between them as he wipes her tears away pulling his shorts back up and heading with her to his bedroom. “You were distant and I didn’t know what was happening between us” she admits and he looks devastated.

Elle knows it’s going to be different when she looks in his eyes. He leaves a trail from her shoulder, up her neck and to her lips before taking her dress off. It’s not long before the kissing ends up on the bed. Sensual, slow, seductive. His hands caress all the right spots as he gets his pleasure from her letting go and blossoming for him. He was going to show her how she felt again and again, like he had today, like he had continuously shown up for her.

Her bedroom eyes are the sexiest thing to him. Her hands hold him rubbing his sides as he enters lowering to close the distance between them. It’s far from fucking. Every stroke feels better than the previous and pressure builds in no time at all overcoming the both of them.

“Fuck” Erik grits with every stroke at the perfect pace. He stops hoping to last longer and they switch positions he sits against the headboard. Elle straddles him grinding at the perfect tempo. He reaches for the clip holding her hair up and lets it down falling just a little past her shoulders. His woman is beautiful, he’d never give her cause or reason to look for anything he could give outside of their relationship.

There’s no need for words.

“It’s perfect” she shudders continuing until her body seizes up. Erik switches positions to missionary. He was making love to her, slowly, passionately, attentively. It was something he never did. He couldn’t fake it.

“You’re perfect” he grits closing his eyes as she tightens around his manhood.

“Erik... Baby” her voice rises a few octaves. His lips find hers for a moment before she feels him filling her up. The rush is everything as his fingers interlock with hers. Their breaths sync as he lay on top of her before rolling onto their sides still connected.

“I love you Elle” Erik says his insecurity vanished the second she smiles after closing her eyes in what is relief and gratitude.

“I love you too Erik” she affirms.

“Must be some after sex talk” Erik jokes finally pulling out and getting something to clean her off with.

“You called me Elle” she notes finished with the bathroom and cleaned up as he changes the sheets.

“You liked that?” He asks and she shrugs with a smile catching her breath again as he laughs.

“That was...” Elle sighs out of relief. “I needed that thanks” she admits.

“I know” he nods. “That I’m here princess, whenever you need me, however you need me to be. Don’t forget it alright kitten?”

“I won’t” she smiles.

Fin.

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levinneheart · 5 years ago

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Never loved you

Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader (College AU)

Warning/s: Characters are 20+; slight IzuOcha ship; Fluff; Angst; implied Depression; may or may not been based on experience

And yes, the title is a Song by Evie Clair. You’re quirk is smth to do w/ Empath and it’s not hero material by norms.

You never expect to encounter him. Out of all the people you could’ve met, you didn’t believe you that you could met him online out of all the places.

It started when you became friends with a group of talented singers and musicians as you also joined into the fun – abeit not as talented as them, you tried your best and put your all into it. Not long after that, you began knowing the group which consists of all the previous students of Class 1-A and some other students of UA and soon, Mina invited you to join their group as an “honorary member�� as you lived in another country which you gladly accepted.

Sometimes, you would join the voice call and be overwhelmed by the amount of voices blasting in your earphone. Sometimes, you would listen silently as everyone talked over each other while Bakugou screamed and make small explosions that literally makes everyone deaf. Rip earphone users. You loved and treasured these moments with them, although you didn’t know what they looked like.

It wasn’t until he joined that made you the happiest. You were currently teasing Midoriya and Uraraka, saying they were cute crushing on each other, much to Uraraka’s denial and Midoriya’s stuttering. Chuckling, you continue with your impromptu storytelling of their love blossoming until both of them are beyond speechless. You decided to stop when Bakugou joined the conversation.

“Yo, Mina invited other damn extra!” he informed in his usual loud voice.

“Kaachan, you shouldn’t talk to Shinsou like that! He’s listening you know!” Midoriya scolded softly.

You checked and someone was listening in, they had a cat picture as a profile pic and you couldn’t helped but smack yourself in embarrassment as you didn’t noticed earlier while Bakugou and Midoriya beefed it out in the voice chat. You muted them, not wanting to hear they’re yelling of being the no. 1 hero.

“I agree with you btw.” chatted the one with cat pic. “It’s so obvious, it makes me roll my eyes that they remain oblivious to each other’s feelings.”

“IKR!” You typed back, forgetting your embarrassment.

“You’re not from UA, are you?”

“No. Actually, I’m just an honorary member as Mina says since I live miles away haha.”

“I see. I’m Shinsou, Shinsou Hitoshi btw.”

“(l/n) (f/n)! Nice to meet’cha!”

You didn’t know how it happened but you felt an instant connection to him and you two hitted it off from then. You two would always chat in your private message and it quickly became unnoticed by the others, they even started to ship is and make an official name for the ship. You played oblivious as did he, although both of you already know about it.

After two weeks, he called you bb and you couldn’t helped but blush before awkwardly telling him: you really really liked him. At first, he didn’t say anything so you were half-expecting him to reject you and that’ll be it. But surprised, he told you: he liked you back. However you both decided that it’s too early for a relationship so you two now have a peace of mind that at least the other feels the same way.

It was fun, interacting with him, sending him uwus and heart memes, etc. You learned that he’s working as a pro hero while you studied in university. You learned he’s a gamer who sings, plays the guitar and ukulele ngl i can honesty see this as canon. And he plays basketball and soccer just pretend sksksksksk.

You two would schedule voice calls as you both were busy, it would always play out as – you would come home late and wait for him to get out of work as you two chatted away before actually getting in the call once he’s home. You would usually ask about he’s day and about his job and he’d reply with his usual deep tired voice that you’ve grown to love curses my deep voice kink.

This went for two months. Until one night while you were staying up late studying, he chatted your name. This was the first time he called you by your real name, usually he would call you by your username or “bb” as usual so this sudden change set butterflies in your stomach.

“Yes, Toshi?” you replied before teasingly sent, “This is the 1st time you called me by my name haha.”

“I wanted to tell you something important so I thought it’d catch your attention.”

“Well, what is it?”

“I love you.”

Without thinking you typed, “I love you too.” and sent it before realizing what he meant. “Do you meant that as a friend?” You immediately sent.

“Do you want me to say that?”

You blushed hard, you can imagine him chuckling at your stupid question. “Uhhh no??? Idk??? You’re not joking, right??”

“I wouldn’t have said it, if I didn’t mean it.”

“Really?” You couldn’t believe it so you just had to ask.

“Yes.”

“Tell it to me again plz 🥺👉👈.”

“I love you, (y/n).”

“I love you too, Toshi.”

“In advance, I’m so sorry for being a weirdo.”

“But you’re my weirdo.”

Cue squealing. But after that, it went spiraling down. A month and a week went by without communication from him; no updates, no greetings, no nothing. You decided to confront him about your concerns. You understand that he’s busy at work and you were always supportive and understanding at his job were his top priority.

But couldn’t he at least spare you a few minutes of his free time, maybe when he woke up or during his breaks. You didn’t ask for more so you were slightly disappointed with him as it worried you that he worked 6am-2am everday without holiday breaks besides Nov.1-2.

You voiced those concerns to him, he apologized and you forgave him. But this behavior of his continued on and this made you sad, other would say you’re depressed but you were too occupied with thoughts of him; his voice; the feeling he gave you, etc.

For another month and three days, you confront him again but this time he left your pm and blocked you. You panicked as negative thoughts flooding your mind.

Did you do anything wrong? You weren’t too clingy, right? Your chat wasn’t too honest, right?

You somehow managed to calm your mind after a couple of minutes and through logical evaluation and elimination, you concluded that you didn’t do anything wrong. But the questions remain: Why did he leave? Why did he blocked you?

For the longest time, you couldn’t answer that. You spend your time drifting off from reality and to your memories with Toshi while day-by-by you lessen your interactions with your online friends, seemingly just vanishing from thin air.

You felt empty, a void of loneliness filled you as you went your way through your own life, not knowing what to do with yourself or even feel. Why did it come to this? Everything went fine, you two were happy so why? Why did he suddenly leave you all alone like that?

———————————————————————

Today was the reunion of UA batch [number]. Shinsou stood in the far corner of the Gym Gamma, his back leaning against the wall as he observed everyone and everything. He noticed an unfamiliar yet familiar (h/c) locks, he watch as you talked with Sero, Tokoyami, Shouji, and Ojirou. You were especially close to Ojirou, you practically by his side with your arm linked with his.

He didn’t know why he was growing irritated and angry at sight of you being in someone else’s arms when he damn well know that you deserve to move on after what he’d done to you after all those three years but still… He had hoped that you actually waited for him.

You were suddenly called by Kirishima as you leaned towards Ojirou and whispered a soft ‘see you’ before walking towards to him.

“(Y/n)-chan! I want you to meet someone!” He said as he dragged you towards where a lone lavender haired man stood before running away. You opened your mouth to objects but it was already too late, he was gone. You looked at the stranger and felt that same connection when you met him, you knew. Although not having to see his face, you just knew that it was him: Shinsou.

“(L/n) (f/n)! Nice to meet’cha!” You cheered brightly, just like when you first introduced yourself to him.

“I know.” he replied. “I’m Shinsou Hitoshi.” God, why I am so lame. He thought.

“Oh! Nice to finally and officially meet you, Shinsou-san!” You smiled as you raised your glass towards him.

Why did you have to call him like a stranger? And not the usual ‘Toshi’ you would always call him?

He clicked his glass with yours and took a sip as his eyes spotted a shiny accessory on your ring finger, making his heart froze. That’s why. You were engaged. Of course, why wouldn’t you be? You were ever so patient, understanding and supportive. It didn’t even surprise him.

When you finished you glass, you excused yourself as Jirou announces the last song for tonight that is written by the guess before she yelled out your name and you climbed up the stage.

“Love do you know?

We've been growing apart

And you should know

That for me that's hard

Darling I'm scared if I let you go, oh

This will be goodbye for good

It's easier this way

I'll spare my heart some pain

Even though I know it isn't true

It's easier this way

I'll spare my heart some pain

Even though I know it isn't true

‘I never loved you’

And I won't say

That I knew it from the start

So you can say

That we weren't torn apart

'Cause for me, oh it's easier to bleed, oh

When I know you can sleep so I keep telling myself

It's easier this way

I'll spare my heart some pain

Even though I know it isn't true

It's easier this way

I'll spare my heart some pain

Even though I know it isn't true

I feel numb when the drums slow down

Oh, leave me dumb so I can't tell myself

Myself, oh

It's easier this way

I'll spare my heart some pain

I already know that it just isn't true

It's easier this way

I'll spare my heart some pain

Even though I know it isn't true

‘I never loved you’.”

Part 2, maybe???

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sinnohborn-trainer-evan · 4 years ago

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Trainer's Anecdote

The Perfect Diamond Cut

To give some background, this took place before and after I had left Sinnoh to see the rest of the world. Beginning with before I left Sinnoh, I had once visited Oreburgh City to meet Roark for a bit of hard labor experience. My dad suggested the idea to me, believing that working up a little elbow grease will help toughen up both me and my Pokémon. Roark happily invited me into the mines just outside the city, and he even introduced me to the people on the job, some of who were so energetic they challenged me to battle. But then afterward it was time to do some actual work.

With a vest, hard hat and a pick ready, my Lucario, Claire and my Prinplup, Scalder, as well as I, got to work digging out minerals and ore, as well as coal to fuel the city. We were in there for a good four hours, and it only felt like just an hour passed! It definitely gave us the workout we all needed to harden up and hit harder in battle. During our mining session I made the rare discovery of a good chunk of diamond ore, one of two kinds of gems that Sinnoh jewelers are all about! After the day had nearly been done, we finally left the mines to get some fresh air. I was gonna give the diamonds over to Roark to add to his collection of ore samples, but he said that I should keep hold of them and see if I can find someone who can make something pretty out of it. I kind of wasn't sure since I didn't know what I really would have made with the diamond, but never the less I kept it as a sentiment and a souvenir from my homeland.

Fast-forward to sometime after I'd left Sinnoh after my close defeat at the League, crossed Kalos and half explored half of Alola, I went to Konikoni City, which is like a marketplace district full of different interesting shops and stalls. Not only did you have the salon, Pokémon Center, and clothing store, but you also got to see the incense and massaging stalls, and even a TM and herbs shop! It seemed like this place had everything! But above everything else, the one store that had the most buzz was the jewelry shop, owned by Konikoni's own Olivia! Olivia is a big figure in the city, as she is the Island Kahuna of Akala.

Poking my head into the store, I got to see all kinds of pretty stones and accessories that use genuine ores unearthed from every part of the world! Not to mention they carried the stones necessary for evolving Pokémon like Eevee, Pansear, Nuzleaf, and so on. To my surprise they even had a fossil section where you can just buy them as if they were anything else you could get at a special store, which I didn't think was possible!

It all made me think back to the time I once got myself those uncut diamonds from Oreburgh's mining facility, and on top of that it also made me think of the Mega Ring and Keystone I acquired from Korrina in Kalos's Shalour City, at the Tower of Mastery. And putting those two thoughts together finally gave me an idea of what I wanted to do with the diamonds I had sitting in my bag for so long.

I met with Olivia at the counter and made a big request to her, I wanted to see if I could have one of my diamonds cut and attached to my Mega Ring. I had specifically wanted it fixed to the opposite side from the Keystone insert, where the gem would be visible on the palm side of my forearm.

I presented to her the diamonds that came straight from Sinnoh, and she became quite easily enamored by the rough gemstones! Apparently Olivia loved them so much that she said she could make the diamond modification to my Mega Ring free of charge if I let her keep the rest, as the other few or so diamonds would more than cover the cost of cutting and modifying a gem to an accessory, given their regional value and rarity.

I was more than happy to hand them over to her so I could see the job done. Olivia even said she would showcase the other diamonds in her glass encased collection at the front of the store!

Anyhow, Olivia told me that it would take about half a day to get it finished, so I decided to hang around the city until then, passing the time by going to the pier and casting my line out to try and catch some fish. Some of the other fishermen decided to have a little friendly competition with me to see who can catch the biggest fish in under 2 hours. I ended up just shy of a couple inches to first place, but I was still kind of a winner! The first place fisherman decided to reward my second placing with one of Alola's bottle caps, which many people in the region say will bring happiness if you keep one.

Soon enough it was time to go pick up my Mega Ring with the new diamond fixture, and I have to say I was really happy with the result! It made the already snazzy bracelet look 3 times more stylish! I gave Olivia my most heartfelt thanks for the service and went on my way, wait till Roark sees this when I come home!

Extra note: ...I forgot to elaborate on what the diamond means to me! The thought came well after I had made this entry when I was just admiring my bracelet.

The thing is, whenever I look at the diamond, the first thing I think of besides Sinnoh is the legendary Pokémon that gave birth to the flow of time, Dialga. Dialga is depicted with having a massive diamond crested into the chest plating. When I think of it in the sense that I inherit a mere fraction of Dialga's power, I'm washed over with a strong feeling of determination and familiarity. No matter where I am, this diamond will take me back to my original place, mentally that is. And I really have my dad to thank for making this all happen. I'll always treasure this single tiny gemstone!

#pokemon #sinnohborntrainerevan #trainersona #pokemon rp #sinnoh #alola #akala #konikoni #story entry #diamond #mega ring

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lunerbean · 6 years ago

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Witch Tips 18

I'm so happy we've made it this far. Thank you to everyone who supports me and enjoys what I write. Here are another 10 tips for you to use when doing witchcraft and please remember to check out the #10tips tag on my tumblr blog for more!

1. Little things can help you feel closer to your craft, no matter how weird they may be

Sometimes you may have small, weird things that help you feel closer, stronger, or more connected to your craft. For me, it's a small ritual to clean my skin and drink some water before doing any spells. I feel better about myself which gives me more strength in my craft. And drinking water is a nice way to feel connected to the earth by consuming what it -and you- thrive on. Think about little things that you do, or that you can do to help you when practicing magick.

2. An item does not need to be "witchy" to become an amulet

Sure pentacle necklaces and crystal necklaces are beautiful and aesthetically attractive, hell I even wear a pentacle and an opal necklace, but it's not necessary. What I mean is, anything that holds sentimental value to you can be used as an amulet. You can create amulets for protection, clairvoyance, inspiration, anything! But don't feel like you have to go out and find something traditional or expensive. You can use the locket your grandmother gave you, or your mother's old dog tags from when she was in the military, you can use the necklace of a ballet slipper your brother passed down to you, and even beyond that, you can use something you got in a quarter machine at Safeway. You can use something pretty you saw and Claire's Accessory that just had to have. It doesn't even need to be a necklace, an amulet can be a keychain or anything else you want to make into one! Don't let capitalism influence your craft. Use whatever you want for your amulets and everything else in your craft.

3. Etch sigils into candles before using them with spells

Some spells will specifically tell you to do this. But if not, you can always do it on your own. Look up the color correspondence of the candles beforehand, and add sigils to it that match the properties the colors already heighten. For example, you may be using a black candle for a protection spell. You could then make a protection sigil and etch it into the side of the candle for added benefits.

4. Read up on a plant before you decide to purchase it.

I was admiring the succulents in my local Market of Choice today and noticed that all of them that were of a certain breed were leaning towards the front door. This means that they need more sunlight. Now, living in the PNW, that's not always something we can provide on the dime. I advise looking at what sort of weather and climates a plant needs to be in before deciding to grow it. Of course, you can have plants that need different conditions that your area provides, just so long as you're able to make adjustments for them to keep them happy and healthy. Maybe Market of Choice could give those guys a little sunlamp.

5. When you think of something you want to do, but aren't in the "witchy mood" write it down.

Sometimes, you're not in the mood or correct mindset to do witchcraft. Other times, you're super in the mood but you just can't think of anything you want to do (probably because you're in a good mood and can't think about what will help that) Write it down! Write it in your phone notes, your grimoire, on your arm, anything! If you need help or need something to happen that witchcraft will assist with, write it down. Then, the next time you're ready for a ritual, you can look at your notes and do all of that good stuff you thought of before!

6. Washable finger painting soaps exist. And they're perfect for sigilcraft

Crayola has these really great "finger paint soaps" that are designed for kids to use in the bathtub. It let's them draw and paint on the walls of the tub and let their creativity flow. But it's actually soap and it washes right off! These are perfect for sigils! Draw some sigils on your body and wash it off to charge/activate it. Bonus: they come in many colors so you can use their color correspondence to aid your spell! EXTRA BONUS: They're like a buck each. $1USD. That's so chill.

7. Visit the witch shops in every town you go to.

Each one is so different! Every shop has something special to offer. You may find some where everything is overpriced, but then another in the same town that's full of good energy and great prices. I once went to one that had a rose quartz ball for a door knob!! It was incredible!! Visit every witch shop you come across and support local witches!

8. Cleanse first, then charge.

While everyone has different processes for doing these things, the order does matter. Cleanse an item, room, etc before you try to charge it. Every single time. You don't want to cleanse away the feelings and energies you just evoked. Cleanse, charge, and connect. I've talked about my personal process before in an early #10tips post. Like, waaay early. Maybe even the first or second one of this series. There's more information there. I just wanted to add this tip on top of the past one.

9. Double check your correspondence lists

This is especially important with your herbs that you're about to make a tea out of. It most likely won't hurt you to not double check but it definitely won't hurt to do it. Just check multiple sources and see what the consensus is. You don't want to accidentally add an energetic herb into your sleepy time tea!

10. Embroider sigils into your clothes

This is so great for subtle witchcraft. The sigil can be as elaborate or subtle as you want it to be. You can use different colored threads for color correspondence. And you can place the sigil wherever you want. Don't want anyone to see it and ask questions? Sew it on the inside of a pocket! Want to make it look cute and classy? Sew it on the color of a shirt/dress! Want to make a whole badass witch cloak/dress/shirt? Cover it in different colored sigils from top to bottom and create a beautiful, totally unique design! The possibilities are endless.

Thank you so much for reading my latest witch tips. As always, if you have any comments or questions, feel free to send an Ask my way and I'll be happy to answer them for you. And if you like what I do here and want to support me, here's a cheeky little link to do just that. There is absolutely no obligation and I'll post a little something-something on there just for you. Plus, I'll give your blog a shout out on here if you leave your blog name with your donation. Again, no obligation. I'll keep making these either way. And hey, thanks.

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boogiewrites · 6 years ago

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Choking On Sapphires 52

Title & Song: Pale Blue Eyes

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Genevieve (OFC)

Word Count: 6300+

Summary: Genevieve makes moves to better her image. She and Alfie see each other for the first time since he left. She finds herself alone in the cross hairs of a dangerous man.

Warnings/Tags: Language. Angst. Some fluff.

**Chapter song is Pale Blue Eyes by The Kills. (The original song by Velvet Underground is one of my all time favs.)*

Positive feedback is MUCH appreciated! Reblogs, likes, asks and comments feed me to write more! Let me know if you’d like tagged in my work.

My Masterlist. (Includes Parts 1-51)

You're in your office, sitting cross-legged in your big leather chair, the flowers of suitors covering every previously empty surface of the room, all their letters piled into a box on the coffee table, all except for Alfie's. "More letters and messages," Claire says, throwing all but one envelope into the box, putting a stack of messages in her handwriting on the end of your desk, and tapping the last envelope in her hand. "One more from your father." she raises an eyebrow with a smirk.

"Let's see what the stupid bastard wants to try to do now. Perhaps chuck me out of my own house this time?" you scoff and rolls your eyes, the letter opener ripping the paper and thumping as you toss it back on the desk. You clear your throat as you unfold the parchment. "Genevieve, I have seen your work in the Jewish community of London and calling yourself as such. I am gravely disappointed in your decision of that area of study." you let out an awkward laugh "He's upset I'm doing charity work. How rich." you smirk, "Unlike him." you snark. "It has been your mothers wish to see you in heaven after she dies and knowing now that she will not has brought her great distress." you move your eyes to Claire. "Oh fucking please." you groan. "I only ever wanted the best for you, a husband and children to make you a proper lady and wife and mother. I see now you have become the opposite and are happy to destroy yourself and us in the process. No daughter of mine would be childless and unmarried by your age." you look back up at Claire as you rub your temple. "I see mother has gotten him to soften but he's decided to attack something else now. Because all I am is a baby maker. Clearly." your eyes widen before you sigh and return them to the paper. "If you decide to see sense and choose this path for yourself, we may discuss you being associated with us again, as it is what a woman should want for herself and her family. It is a shame to know I have raised such a selfish daughter who would deprive her mother and father of the grandchildren and son in law they deserve after working so hard to raise her well." you set the paper down on the desk. "Is he too daft to realize the children would be Jewish as well if I had them? Daft prick." you huff out a laugh.

"What a crock of shite." Claire says, taking the letter into her hands. "No threats though, which is a nice for a change." she shrugs.

"Let's write one back this time shall we?" you say cheerfully, a pen already in your hand and raised in preparation.

"Oh yes, most certainly." Claire says, sitting down in the chair in front of your desk.

"George. You cut me off from my family. I wish that would include you as well. You can't try to control me and banish me, it doesn't work that way. I also find your aversion to my charity work highly curious as you say you follow Jesus Christ's teachings, but I do not find it surprising as the only thing you've ever given anyone is hell. You will leave my mother out of this as you have never and will never speak for her. I loathe the fact that you try to use her against me and lie about her wants, but this as well, does not surprise me in the least as all you are is a self-serving, manipulative snake who isn't worthy of anyone's time. You are the selfish one who did absolutely no raising of me. All you were was a sperm donor and your involvement in my life began and ended with that. You have plenty of other grandchildren and in-laws to try to force your evil opinions onto. I will identify as and do as I please now. My decisions have nothing to do with you any longer, as I don't find you a subject valuable enough to waste my time on to think about. I have better things to do, as you've seen I'm a very busy woman. What I choose to do with my time and body are absolutely no concern to you. I'm living my life for myself, by myself and I urge you to do the same. You will not contact me or anyone I associate with further as my decisions are final. And I ask you to keep my name out of your mouth as I keep yours out of my existence entirely. Your daughter, Genevieve Channah Lafitte." you smile smugly at the paper, setting the pen down dramatically.

"You do speak well in anger." Claire nods. "The name is a beautiful touch."

"Altar would be proud, yeah?" you smile and blow on the paper to dry the ink.

"Using the Lafitte family name and your middle name as a stab at him yes. Only second to an actual blade." she nods.

"Perhaps one day I can make that happen. Not today but," you let out a happy sigh, "One day he'll get what's coming to him. Revenge is a game of patience." you fold the paper, place it in an envelope and hand it back to Claire. "Send this out with the next post, please." you smile at her sweetly.

"Yes ma'am." she says with a chuckle. ----- He's in his town car, being driven to an afternoon board meeting for a Jewish charity he was apart of. Ollie is shuffling through papers, giving him the right ones for what he needed to know for the meeting, he has on his little gold glasses, as always sliding down his wrinkled nose while it twitched as he read.

"There's the general agenda, a vote on allocation of assets and the voting on a new board member."

"Mmmph." he says with a grunt, looking over the bulleted list for last meetings minutes. "Feels like the vote came early this year." he says with a furrowed brow.

"It's a bit early yes, but... someone actually applied instead of having a private vote to bring someone in like it's been done before."

"Someone actually applied?" he looks to Ollie whose eyes are a bit larger than usual. "Odd, that." he says, sorting through papers to find the application. "Usually just an associate is brought on without all this fuss." he grunts as he gets out the car, papers under his arm, large coat, shawl, and hat all large and menacing when accompanied by the unapproachable expression his face sat in for weeks now.

"Yes, I suppose since it's a woman they wanted to go through the proper channels instead of trying to grease palms for it." he makes an excuse, chewing the inside of his cheek as he walks with Alfie to the long table in the large echoing conference room.

"A woman eh?" he says with an amused huff. "Another would be a good addition. Hopefully, a younger one as Mrs. Cohen is getting terribly old." he says under his breath.

"Well she is." his voice cracks but Alfie doesn't notice as he takes his seat, nodding and giving a brief greeting to the other board members that were still filing in. "Applications here, sir." he says cautiously, handing Alfie the copy.

He clears his throat, removing his coat, just a pressed white button-up, and his vest over it now, his Kippot worn under his hat still on as he takes off the wide-brimmed, intimidating accessory. Once his eyes fall across the lovely signed named, he closes his eyes. "You can't be serious." he whispers so only Ollie can hear him.

"I'm...afraid so sir." he says quietly.

Alfie groans, his hand going to his forehead. "And you didn't think this was important to tell me about earlier than right fucking now?" he hisses, eyes harsh and glaring at the younger man.

"I didn't look at the papers until last night and you've been in meetings all day." he says as an excuse. Alfie lets out a small growl, lips moving to under his mustache in annoyance, eyes still narrowed as they return to the paper in front of him.

"Alright. Go on. Sit in the back, now." he says dismissively, a hand motioning him away. He was not prepared for this. --- "I'm so fucking nervous Claire. I'm never nervous." you whine as you sit in the car, pulled up to the old, remodeled building.

"It's fine. You're fine. You'll be wonderful. They'll love you." she says patting your knee.

"It's not getting on the board I'm worried about." you turn to face her. "You know that." your face serious.

She sighs heavily. "I know." she nods. "Come on, you don't want to be late."

You both get out of the car, you straighten your dress and have Claire look you over before you go in.

"Okay?" you ask with an uncomfortable smile.

"You look gorgeous, of course. You'll knock them and him dead."

You give her an amused expression that borderlined on a frown. "I haven't seen him in so long." you whisper as you walk into the building, your heels clacking on the floor, your dress swishing about your ankles. "I feel like my heart is going to beat out of my chest." you groan.

"He won't make a scene and neither will you. It's fine." she squeezes your hand supportively before you open the door to the large room.

You walk in before Claire, your chin high, face as lovely and pleasant as it ever has been. You move like you own the space, taking a seat in the front line of the rows of chairs in front of the long wooden table the board sat at, facing the group of people gathering.

You don't look at him, you can't just yet. You look at the papers in your hands, putting the glasses you'd bought that so closely resembled his on as you look over the application you'd sent in again.

"He's not taken his eyes off you since you walked in." Clair whispers, a hand over her mouth to cover the words, he could probably read lips the clever bastard.

"Good." you say with the first genuine smile she's seen in weeks from you.

"What's the expression?" you inquire.

"Trying to not look obvious but I see his Adam's apple bobbing. He might have even know you were coming from the amount of white in his eyes I can see." she almost giggles you give her a little smirk back. You see Claire give him a nod of acknowledgment as you look over the papers.

He tries to look away. He tries and fails many times over. He puts the papers that were in his hands down on the table so his nerves wouldn't show. You looked even more beautiful than he remembered somehow. You take off your long black coat first, your form as perfect as he recalled. You tug the gloves off your hands, he sees your pearl-like teeth pull them off, set in the middle of soft pink lips. Your makeup wasn't heavy, your hair was curled and down, you looked an absolute vision to him. Your dress was long and navy, fit snugly at your waist, with beaded embellishments across the bust, sheer panels made up the upper chest that went to your collar bones and long sleeves the flounced about your wrists. It was modest but stunning on you, but you could've worn flour sacks in and he would've thought you were pristine.

The head of the board Mr. Klein addresses you after the meeting comes to order. You rise and walk stoically to the podium that sat in the middle of the rows of chairs, Alfie sat to your left at the far end of the line of men and one very old woman.

"Miss Genevieve Durand." he lilts, already showing favor with you as you turn your charm up and give him a very polite and sweet smile.

"Yes, sir Mr. Klein." you give him a nod that's close to a bow with the greeting.

He knew even without the impressive list of accomplishments you'd added since he left that you could get on the board with charm alone. But had almost forgotten the hypnotizing endearing nature of you that you could make ooze out of every pore when you wanted it to. He tries to focus on the words you say and the ones asked of you but his ears seem to be ringing. His stomach aches, his palms sweat like a schoolboy over you as he watches you laugh and raise your hand to your chest as you do so, that slight crinkle of your perfectly sloped nose let him know you were being purposeful in your charm this evening.

"We have your rather impressive application here," he says before he clears his throat. "But I would love to hear from the woman herself about why you think you would be good for the board as I have not had the pleasure of meeting you before." his eyes are kind, you don't get a bad vibe from this guy and you feel more at ease as he and the rest of the board look at you. "Since you went through the proper channels of applying, might I assume you aren't familiar with anyone on the board personally?" he asks innocently.

You bury the lump in your throat at the question. "I have seen Mrs. Cohen and Mr. Abrahams at Temple... and I know Mr. Solomons." with his name falling from your lips, for the first time since you'd called him in your home before he left, you move your eyes to meet his. You give him a close-lipped smile that you hope makes him swell with regret. You hold the eye contact but for a few seconds, but those few seconds spent staring into those blue eyes of his, merely a meter away sends something deep in your chest ablaze.

"Oh, wonderful! You aren't a stranger to us then. How do you know Miss Durand, Mr. Sololmons?" he turns his head to Alfie and you look down at the podium and hold back a smirk, awaiting the sound of his voice.

"We've been in business together for quite some time now. Although we're old friends at this point, I dare say." You're pleased with the answer, and how good it sounds coming out of his plush lipped mouth. Still as low and gritty as it ever was, it rubs up against your skin and gives you goosebumps.

"So tell us about this business then. I'd love to hear all about you, Miss Durand."

"I'd love to tell you," you say with a wide smile. "I own the Abeille Company of London. I'm currently the number one producer and seller of honey in the city. I also grow and sell berries from my country estate just outside of London."

"Very successful indeed," he says, his tone impressed. "And what work have you been doing in the community, Miss Durand? What makes you a good fit for us?" he asks politely, it felt like a formality but you were here to sell.

"The first thing I suppose would be that I'm Jewish." you joke with a charming smile and chuckle that the board members all follow. Alfie doesn't laugh but you can feel his smile beaming at you. You hoped he was proud. And he was so proud. You standing and declaring it, wearing the amulet he'd given you, the picture of success and beauty. Seeing you again was breaking down his want to hate himself, that principle he'd set for himself starting to seem less important now in your presence. "I've been very active in the community of London as a late. I've always supported local business, and oversee a few Family ran businesses myself. In my own home and business, almost the entirety of my staff is Jewish. The maids in my home are all young Jewish girls, all of which I've come across while down on their luck, bless them. I take them in and give them a place to live, a job and guidance as they need."

"That's very kind work you're doing." Mrs. Cohen interjects.

"Thank you, ma'am. I was once a young girl out on her own and through the help of others, I helped make a name for myself. I find it fitting to return the favor." you say with a smile and a nod. "With my charity work, for this particular foundation, I've given a donation of four hundred pounds to support your cause."

Alfie can't help but have a slightly dopey smirk on his face as he loved seeing you throw your money around as a woman. It backed up the power your strong posture and educated words brought.

"And what lead you to donate such a generous amount to us?" Mr. Abrahams asks.

"I love animals and I find it important to help those less fortunate. With your association doing both and helping those with a physical disability at that, I was drawn to it and felt compelled to support its endeavors," you answer concisely. "Although it was Mr. Klein who said it, Mr. Solomons was the first to bring it to my attention of going without sight for a set aside period of time a day, and having done that I would like to say that it is certainly a most effective means of communicating the importance of helping those without sight that exist in world made for those with sight." a few hums of appreciate and thoughtfulness from the group. You see Alfie's fingers messing about in his beard at the mentioned of him, helping hide the impressed look on his face. "Outside of my work with this organization, I also donate money and time to other Jewish causes in the city. My support has helped form a scholarship for Jewish children wishing to seek an education in the arts. I myself teach courses at that institution to bring my own love of art to them as I find it has helped my life tremendously."

"And you recently were awarded an honor for you work weren't you?" one of the men you don't know asks.

"Yes sir I was." you nod. "Although the award had no relation to the Jewish community, it was an honor to be nominated and to win such a thing for something that I hold so dear to my heart."

So dear to her heart, he thinks, a picture of him being what won, he can't help but be hopeful you were trying to send him subconscious messages. You never toyed with your words, after all.

"I also sponsor one day of meals per month to the Jewish children's home, where I help prepare and serve the meals as well."

Alfie tried not to fully swoon. You had been a busy little bee without him. Making even more of a name for yourself in different ways. Making a facade of purity and piousness to mask the dirty work you did. It was brilliant and not far from what he himself did.

"You have been studying with Rabbi Gold to have your bat mitzvah, is this correct?"

"Correct, sir." you say proudly.

"Is there a reason you didn't go through with the ritual when you came of age?"

"The opportunity was not allowed to me at the time and I am making amends to the neglect of my faith and heritage that has been outside of my control by educating myself fully before going through with it now."

"And what have you been learning?" he asks with a casual inquisitiveness.

"I have been focusing as of late on the mitzvah of chesed and that has brought me to the aforementioned accomplishments of mine. I have also focused on my own time, outside of my time with Rabbi Gold, to learn more Kosher cooking. But I must admit it never feels like study because I just truly enjoy it." you give a light-hearted chuckle that spreads to the pleasant smiles of the board.

"Might we try some of this cooking?" he jokes with a laugh.

"Oh, but of course sir." you give a feminine giggle at his casual behavior. The smile and laugh working together make a dopey smile appear across Alfie's face that he doesn't remember to hide. Hearing you speak of all this with such certainty was stirring something deep, deep within him.

"Is there a particular portion you have enjoying learning about?"

"Yes, from chayei sarah. Actions speaking louder than words." you state matter of factly. Alfie feels the bite in them that must be directed at him. Actions? He wonders. Would getting up with this table and kissing you in front of God and everyone else be action enough? "Being proactive and useful. To actively seek out opportunities for kindness and not only doing them when they are bluntly presented to us as Rebecca did."

"And may we ask if such actions have brought you to be as worthy of a man of the same actions as you? We have no unmarried women on the board, afterall." your face flushes scarlet at the question.

"No it has not, sir." you look down at your hands, the portrait of a blushing bride, full of innocence and naivety. "Perhaps it is in the cards for me..." you shrug. "Not my decision to make is it?" you give a bashful smile. "I must take the lesson of God judging my sincerity and not my success with such things. Although with deception not being my strong suit one has to wonder why." you joke, with a sheepish smile. A laugh travels across the line of people, including Alfie. He was as impressed as ever with you. The words you could spin, the emotions you could pull out of people was just fantastically mesmerizing. This coy and shy but confident woman who he'd seen kill men twice her size, bathed in blood, fucked out of her mind and spilling sinful, lustful words from her panting, trembling lips was the same woman standing before him. Such a dual nature as he'd never known a woman to have before.

"Let us discuss the acceptance or denial of Miss Durand for board membership." he says with a stern nod and a smile. They go one by one, approving you, comments of thanks for your donation and seeing as you were clearly a rising star, a future pillar in the community they would be happy to have you. Then it comes down to Alfie last who is wearing a smug but breathtakingly handsome smile on his face.

"I know Miss Durand. I'm familiar with her both professionally and personally and consider her a dear friend. I would beyond a doubt support the decision to bring her on. We would be smart to use a strong and clever woman like her. I have found her to be nothing but kind, thoughtful and fair even before she was studying and I have no doubt with her deeper understanding she will do nothing but flourish and be a valued member of the community as she has already proven to be by her generous donations of money and time to not only us but other charities. My vote is an unequivocal yes." your eyes meet while he speaks every word. Your smile growing with each compliment. You look away as he stares you down, the sweet words feeling dirty as his eyes were telling you other things he wished to say.

"Not that it needs saying but, welcome to board Miss Durand!" Mr. Klein announces. Light applause from the small crowd behind you that you'd forgotten about.

"Thank you so much." you say with another bright and disarming smile.

You're speaking with Mrs. Cohen afterward, discussing making challah and you feel a familiar warmth across your lower back.

"You mind if I steal her away for a moment?" he says with a devastating smile.

"Oh no dear." she says happily with a shake of her head and a smile as he moves slowly to join the others.

He moves you away from the crowd just slightly, a hand on your lower back that feels as if it might burn if he leaves it there too long. "I did not know you were applying to be on the board until I saw it on the agenda today," he says quietly, eyes scanning across the people behind you before moving down to meet yours. "Did you not remember that I was on the board?" he says with a half smile. "You wouldn't have even had to go through the with that inquisition if I'd known." he says obviously.

"Well, I...didn't want to bother you with it." your voice is softer and less certain with him than it had been earlier, he does not miss this fact.

"Bother me?" he scoffs. "I believe the last we spoke I said you could never be a bother, dear." his voice is less predatory and more caring now.

"And how long has it been since we last spoke?" your face is more solemn and the sharp stab of guilt is planted firmly in his gut. Your doe eyes full of honesty seek the same from him.

"Too long." he says, his lips pursing together.

"It has." you sigh and look away from him.

Claire appears. "It's almost time to leave for the ball, Gen." she says, leaning in close. He moves her head to face the tall man in front of you.

"Hello, Alfie." she states calmly, no emotion behind it.

"Good to see you again Claire." he says with a nod.

"Just a moment." you say and give her a look she understands.

"Which are you attending tonight?" he asks politely.

"One for the arts center I mentioned earlier."

"You back to going to them alone then, eh?" he says with the guilt obvious in his voice.

"No." you answer, your eyes calm again as they find his the opposite. His mouth opens slightly.

"No?" he asks with raised brows, his heart falling into his intestines.

"Niko asked to accompany me. I wasn't going to attend it as I didn't want to be late because of this." you state matter of factly. "But he offered." you shrug.

"Niko?" he says, his false front of civility falling. "The Greek's son?" he says in an offended way.

"Yes. That Niko."

"The son of the man who tried to fuckin' kill me?" his face twists into anger and hurt.

"He had nothing to do with that. He didn't know about it and he didn't agree with it being done." you say defensively.

"And you believe him?" he says, chin jutting forward, eyes looking around to make sure he wasn't causing a scene.

"Yes. He's not lied to me yet," you say with a small frown. "I don't know why you're so upset, you and I attended charity ball's together long ago if you recall." your tone is harsher, your eyes hard but sparkling with sadness.

"Yeah." he gruffs out, not looking away from your eyes. "We did." he pauses for a moment, fingers moving to his beard. "But that was different." he says with a deep inflection, brow furrowing.

"Was it?" you say, the hurt now clear, your shoulders dropping. "I wouldn't know would I?" you say with a bite that he deserved. He'd never told you how he felt, you'd both just knew somehow didn't you?

He sighs, his eyes mirroring that sadness. "Genevieve I-" he begins and you cut him off.

"Save it," you say, your chest sighing and your voice exasperated. "I know you have words. And none for me as of late." you swallow hard, near tears. "I'm no longer interested in just words and poor excuses." you shake your head and give a small huff of exhaustion to his behavior. "Only actions." you almost whisper. "I'll see you at the next meeting." you say, jaw clenched and turning away before you started crying.

You had no intentions of being with Niko in any way. You'd made it clear to him this wasn't a date. You knew he liked you, but you thought to go to a ball with a man instead of going alone would be nice after having to deal with wannabe suitors and nosy women at all the ones you'd been to recently. You knew you'd be distracted at best the rest of the night after seeing Alfie anyway. You hadn't come in with any expectations so you weren't shattered in the events that followed, but with his display of jealousy, you had to separate yourself. You weren't his, he had no reason to be jealous and use that tone with you. And to imply you were being duped...well that was just insulting.

He knew he deserved worse. He'd left and not called. He'd never given you a reason for not sleeping with you any longer, he gave no apologies or excuses just now when he had the opportunity. He stands there and shoves his hands into his pockets, face to the ground as he grumbles to no one, bottom lip hanging in his exhaustion with himself. Why couldn't he just fucking do and say what he meant when it came to you. The emotions you roused in him were uncontrollable at times and he felt ashamed at how he reacted in anger. He could charm the pants off anyone in fucking London and there he stood before you, a tongue-tied little boy looking up at a goddess he could barely fathom. The emotions that surged through him when you were near or even the mere thought of you now was something he didn't fully understand the power of. Perhaps he should stop getting in the way of his own chance at happiness. --- All you thought about was Alfie that night. You spoke in anger, and not that he didn't deserve it but you didn't want him to have more reasons not to contact you. As your nerves eased, your mind clearing, you missed him. You still missed him despite all the things you'd done to distract yourself. Seeing him made your heart thump like you were a school girl with a crush. He still exuded his power, that charming smile and handsome face, his confident body as he moved with masculine motions. He had smelled surprisingly good, he even looked better than you'd thought. He'd been eating well enough, beard still full and hair peeking out from under his hat as it curled at the ends, begging you to touch it. But you hadn't. You'd stayed strong. You could beg, but you wouldn't. If you had to beg for his attention you didn't want it.

A lot of good had come out of him leaving, of leaving your heart sitting in your outstretched hand and him walking away. He'd sent the flowers, but that was all. No calls or visits. He didn't stop by, didn't invite you to tea, nothing. You hadn't done these things either to be fair but... he was the one who left. He was the one that had pulled away and you weren't going to beg for any man's attention. You hoped learning about Niko, hearing the hurt and anger, seeing it in your face as you boldly looked into his eyes would prompt him to action. You hoped. But you weren't going to hold your breath. ------ You're in a grand banquet hall, giving fake smiles and polite conversation as Niko has left you alone and the wolves were ascending. Alfie wouldn't ever leave you alone at one of these things. Especially not when the man approaching you was there. Cyrus Horne is stalking his way towards you, he was a physically intimidating man, taller than Aflie, with eyes that made you feel nauseous as they raked up and down your body as he approached. He still gave you that vibration of warning and danger in your gut, same as he had when you'd first seen him at the ball with Alfie.

"Always a treat to lay eyes on you Genevieve." your skin crawls.

"Horne." you say flatly with a nod of acknowledgment.

"What are you doing here? You're not Jewish." he says with a smirk.

"I am Jewish actually." you state obviously.

"Since when?" he says incredulously.

"Since I was born." you say with attitude, rolling your eyes up to him, lips pursed in clear annoyance.

"Ah, I see. I thought you might've gone and converted for Solomons." you scoff loudly.

"Don't insult me. I'd never do such a thing for a man." your voice and face full of offense taken.

"Not a desperate attempted to get him back?" you glare at him, your mouth open in disgust.

"You can't get something back you never had, Horne." you shake your head.

"Oh, how poetic of you. Realizing he's a monster just like me?" he shoots you a smile and a wink.

"What you two think you are is no concern of mine." you look away and shake your head and sigh, looking out into the crowd.

"You two were living together though." he says as if it was a huge secret.

"Yeah there was a reason for that." you roll your eyes.

"And it wasn't because he was losing the war in London and decided to latch onto a rising star?" he tries to lean forward and you move away disgusted.

"If you might recall..." you begin with attitude. "And I suppose you try to kill so many people you forget, that you blew up his fucking house." you stand your ground to his intimidation tactics.

"Ah so the man figured it out." he laughs. "He comes running to a bleeding heart like you to clean up after him?" he juts his chin down at you, using a condescending tone.

"I told him he could stay with me while his house was rebuilt. He cleans up his own messes." your tone is indifferent.

"What a sweet, sweet girl." he hisses in a predatory way. "Thought you might've been caught up in those fancy words he likes to use to lure in women." his voice dips and he keeps intruding on your personal space.

"I've never been much for pretty words. They don't mean shit." you meet his eyes fearlessly, the bite clear in your voice.

"Cleverness inside such an appealing vessel." he hums in a sleazy way.

"Did you not hear what I just fucking said?" you move away from his touch.

"And feisty...I like it when they have a bit of bite." he whispers.

"I don't give a fuck what you like Horne. Can you just fuck off?" your brows raised, one hand dismissing him.

"Excuse you? You want to change that tone?" he speaks slowly.

"No I fucking don't." you say louder.

"No wonder you two paired off....both too wiley for your own good." he groans.

"There was no pairing off. We worked together. I don't understand why you care about Solomons and me in the first place." you say with a condescending lilt.

"Because I've wanted to keep an eye on you ever since the night he was stupid enough to introduce you to me." he gives you an unsettling, wolfish smile.

"Oh, so it's some conquering what "his" thing then? How original." you scoff and roll your eyes.

"Well if he's fool enough to not use you to his advantage than I will." he says in a voice that indicates he thinks he's being smooth.

"Wow. So pompous! I'm not interested in even being looked at by a man like you Horne. Let alone be 'used'. Take your garish and outdated attempts at sexist compliments and try it on someone else. I'm not interested." you cross your arms and post up against him with a bold gaze.

"A bloodthirsty bitch like yourself could use a man like me you know." his brow furrows as he doesn't back down.

"Funny you think I need a man for any reason. Useless...the lot of you." you scoff.

"I've got more to offer than Solomons. And if you'll help a beast like him why won't you help a beast like me?" he plays as if he's hurt.

"Because he has manners." you state plainly and he laughs loudly.

"Is that what it is? You like to "courted"?" he snorts out another laugh.

"No. I don't. I wish all men would leave me the fuck alone. I don't prefer to be talked to like I'm something to be had. Because I'm not."

"But all women are to be had, darling. It's how you were made. To take from men." he leans in again, the uncomfortable and aggressive look and tone making you want to gag.

"Do you hear yourself? Are you capable of self-reflection and hearing? Because you're acting as if you're not. I'm not interested in having anything to do with you, Horne. I wasn't the night we were introduced, I'm not now and I never will be." you hold your ground against his perverted glare.

"We'll see about that."

"No we won't." you spit out.

"I always get what I want Genevieve." he coos.

"No one gets what they want all the time and the man who thinks he does is a fool." you glare. "And I'm not interested in fools."

"You're too brazen for your own good, woman." he says leaning away from you.

"And saying things like that is surely the way to make me want to have anything to do with you." you stare him down in defiance.

"Who said I needed you to want it?" he quirks an eyebrow down in your direction.

"This grotesque attempt at a conversation is over." you say loudly and clearly, snarling at him slightly.

"But it won't be the last you see of me darling." he lilts out as you stomp away.

Pt. 53 The Rat

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U Got It Bad

[U Don’t Have to Call by Usher plays]

AMIR

It was a month before prom and after that was graduation. I was driving us to school in a black Jordan sweatsuit and it was two months ago when V and I kissed for the first time. She wore a pair of jeans, navy blue crop top and white Vans. We only had two classes all Spring and her track season was over so she would watch me at practice. I really wanted to go with V to prom but Cassidy was my girlfriend after all; she was really getting on my damn nerves but I felt bad to cut her off. We got to school and went through our usual classes which were separate for the first time ever. When our nutrition period came along, she hung with Taylor and her old team while I was with Jerry and my team. I would watch her every few seconds from across the way while she was talking to the girls. She would sit on the table while they looked up at her like...like she was a queen; and she was. I would just nod to the fellas and gave them the casual dap or whatever so they knew I was “paying attention”. Jeremiah was on our way to the computer lab/ library to work on a final assignment due. We sat a table and while I studied with my headset on, Jerry tapped my shoulder. “Did you do it yet?” I was still working on assignment and answered him. “Do what?” He closed my my book and looked at me. “Cut Cassidy loose.” I opened my book again and said “nah, man.” I went back to reading and jotting down some notes when he looked around and leaned closer to me.

“Lemme ask you something.” I looked at him and leaned back; this nigga was too close. “Why you really want to take V to prom?” I rolled my eyes and back to my book. “Because..she’ll be alone and apparently she saying no to every nigga around her.” Jeremiah looked at me and said “you still feelin’ V, man. And that ain’t a question, ma nigga. You got it bad as fuck. She got you sprung. And it’s okay. You even convinced the whole track team to vote her turn for prom queen. You got her thinking it was just coincidence.” I looked at him and said “what that gotta do about me feeling her?” He slammed my book closed and took it from me. “Ma nigga. You are always protecting, looking out for her and shit, you talk about her all the time, I know yo punk ass be thinking about her and then you gawk at her...I saw you earlier dawg.”

I snatched my book back and told him to “shut the fuck up”. He was just talking shit like always but he kinda had a point. At lunch, Cassidy and I stood in the hall together. She was a beautiful girl with a light caramel complexion and full lips but those lips were always fucking talking. She was rambling on and on and that was the time I decided to... “WHAT YOU MEAN YOU DON’T WANNA BE WITH ME NO MO?” I leaned against the locker and explained myself. “Cassidy, you annoy the fuck outta me. All. The. Time. I swear I feel like a nigga getting gray hairs and shit.” She folded her arms and said “where the fuck is this all comin’ from?” “Been that way for a while, little momma.” She looked me in my face and said “I see what’s up. You wanna take that bitch, Veronica.” I side eyed her and said “watch ya mouth, Cassidy.” She wasn’t wrong though. She said “really? Before prom?” I was in the middle of apologizing when until she smacked the taste outta my mouth. I watched her walk away when V walk passed her with water bottle in her hand. “What happened wit you?” She looked at me with those eyes I instantly got lost. “Nothin. So, what you doing out here, kid”, I said while I rubbed my jaw. She held her cold water bottle to my face and said “I was just lookin’ for yo ass. While yo getting smacked around, J and Tay having a make out session and I loss my appetite. “We laughed and chilled for the rest of the lunch period. Our last game was in a few days and I decided to ask V before the game. She kissed me o the cheek and I walked off with a smile.

VERONICA

[Hot in Here by Nelly]

It was game time and I wore the gifts that Amir gave me before it started. I sat on the front row of the bleachers and watched as everyone filed in. Tay and her team did there routine to the marching band version of “Hot In Here” to start the game. She had her hair up in high bun and in front as over. As the players for both teams came out, the girls were all came to the other side of the bleachers. They called out “#1 AMIR CARTER” and everyone went crazy, including me. The game started and his coach looked back at me; he waved me to come join the team on the sidelines, which wasn’t the first time. I watched the game and cheered as loud I can. My favorite play of the game was when they pulled a “draw”. That’s a disguised run, which means it initially looks like a pass play. The offensive linemen draw back like they’re going to pass-protect for the quarterback. The quarterback then drops back and, instead of setting up to pass, he turns and hands the ball to the runner. It was only one minute until the second quarter was over, Taylor bent over to my left side she said “hey, V.”

I was trying to watch the game because I have always been into football. “Hey, girl. Y’all did great earlier.” She smiled and said “so, I heard about Cassidy and Amir?” I followed my arms still into the game. “Yeah, She better hope I don’t catch her outside of school.” Taylor asked “girl, why? Now, it’s your chance.” Fuck, Tay. I’m trynna watch the game. “Chance for what, T”, I asked while I rolled my eyes. She nudged my shoulder and said “to make your move, girl. You’ve liked that negro for years on in and now he is free for the taking.” I turned to her and said “It ain’t nothing like dat.” All of a sudden the crowd cheered and the announcer yelled “TOUCHDOWN! MADE BY AMIR “THE BIG MAN” CARTER.” I turned back to the field and said “damn it, T. You made me miss it!” She poked my shoulder. “Girl, you need to try and get wit him. You obviously luh-” I swung around and my face stopped in front of her face. “One of these days, Ima sock the shit outta you, girl.”

Taylor went off with her team to start warming up for the halftime show. They stood while the actual studio version of Trina’s “Pull Over” played and started their dance. They was putting their all into and the crowd loved it from both teams. Even though I watched, I couldn’t help but think about what Taylor said earlier. I couldn’t. Did I? Before you know it, there was only four minutes of the game and other team had the ball; the score was 21-23 and we were down. All we need was another touchdown and we can win it all which meant we had to get the ball somehow. I saw Amir and waved before he got in position, he nodded and looked at the guy in front of. I watched as his happy expression turn to something fierce which was the same face he made when someone was fuckin’ wit him. As soon as the clock started, Amir tackled homeboy to the ground hard and the ball flew in the air; Jerry caught it and ran. “RUN, NEGRO!!! GO. GO.”

He was gone like a freed slave. All the players followed behind as he ran and they protected him by hitting the opposite team out his way. It was such a beautiful flawless play. We scored but I didn’t see “CARTER #1″ until I looked back to the middle. The guys were still on the ground and were down. I ran to Amir with the coach, the other players saw and came to his side. I took his helmet off and saw a little blood but it wasn’t bad; trust me, I’ve seen way worst. I lied his head on my thighs and coach gave me a first aid kit. I killed the wound, put a band- aid on it and place an ice pack on his head; his eyes slowly opened. I held up to fingers and asked “Mir, how many am I holding up?” He looked up at me and said “two, V. Am I still pretty?” That damn smile of his. I rolled my eyes and dropped his head outta my lap by mistake. “Ma bad” I said as I placed his head in my lap.

[Always on Time by Ja Rule plays]

It was now eight hours before prom and I was picking up the final touches for tonight at the local mall. My mom dragged me around every store to look for accessories, like everywhere. I got my nails, brows done and from some reason my moms though it was good idea to get a wax; worst thing ever. We went by Claires, finally was on our way back home and I took a quick shower. As soon as I did and sat in the chair for my mom to do my hair, I got a phone call. “Hey, Amir.” “Hey, kid. You ready for tonight?” I oiled my body and my head was in my moms hands. “Yeah but my moms is doing my hair right now.” “Awe, you gettin’ all dolled up for me. I am so honored” he said in his sarcastic, annoying tone. I rolled my eyes like he can see me and said “Shut up, Amir. Anyways, your mom is over here doing my make up.” “You got a whole glam squad over there huh?” “I guess. So, what we doin’ after prom?” He said “shit probably just eat.” Oh, I got something for you to eat. “Where we gonna eat at?” He said “probably some pizza joint. or Checkers.” “Coo. Well, I gotta go because my “squad” needs me. I see you later, cuh.” I hung up and it seemed like hours passed by until they were done. They wouldn’t show me until I slipped on everything and when they finally did, I looked unrecognizable. “Whoa...”

AMIR

I let V choose the colors; black, silver, peach and white. I bought a new black tux with a peach vest and bow tie, white dress shirt and black dress shoes. My waves were on point, made sure I had V’s white corsage and a peach rose in my jacket pocket. I put on my class ring and grabbed my keys on my way to V’s. She had a small champagne party in front of her house with ton of people. Her pops and mine were on the front yard with the rest of our family as we waited for what felt like hours. It was about fifteen minutes later until I saw my moms, Amari and Teresa come out. Amari announced “ladies and gentlemen, Veronica Nami Mitchellson.”

My eyes fell on the figure that strolled out in a silk peach dress that had a slit to show her beautiful dark legs and matching open toes heels that showed off her freshly painted toes. Her arms, collarbone along with her cleavage was exposed due to the deep v-neck cut. She had on a silver bracelet, decent sized hoops and natural make up with glossy full lips. Her hair was in a side bun. She held a silver clutch in her left hand and her hips swayed from left to right; her eyes fell on me and smiled as I looked at her in an awe. I walked up to her and placed the corsage on her right wrist. I looked at her and said “you look great, V.” She smiled at me and said “you too, Amir.” She straighten my suit jacket and I fixed her strap.

Everyone started to flash their cameras and we stood side by side posing. She grabbed my right and into her left and smiled at the cameras as I looked at her. We got into the car and I began to drive as her hand went back into my hand. The ride was silent but we were comfortable with it. We soon arrived to the school and I parked in a spot. I got out and before she did the same, I stopped her. I walked over to her side of the car, held out my hand for her and she took it. We walked in hand as people watched us but I only saw Veronica. She was glowing and everything that the sun was jealous of her.

We walked into the gym and it didn’t even look like a gym anymore. The theme was Spring Fling and the committee did a hell of a job. There were flowers everywhere, circular tables in green and pink table clothes. Drapes all over the place and a wide dance floor with a stage in front. A lot of people were already inside and it was heard to find our small group until we saw Jerry waving us down. Taylor hugged V and complimented her while Jerry and I mocked the girl; we all sat down and talked for a while but honestly I was only listening to V while Angel by Shaggy played in the background. After like an hour, Veronica and Taylor went to the bathroom and left us alone. “V looks good man. I know you happy.” I nodded and said “yeah, I am. Cassidy would’ve ruined everything.” He agreed. “Straight up. So, you getting after prom?” I shrugged and said “shit just hang out.” “Well, T and I getting a room so we can get it in, ya feel me” he said as he leaned. I shook my head, chuckled and said “yeah. Yeah” as I sipped my punch. He was quiet then he said “y’all should get one.” I side eyed him and said “what you mean....”

VERONICA

“We should get a room”, I asked as Tay fixed her curls. “He look like he boutta pounce on that ass, girl.” “No, he ain’t, girl. Shut up." She looked at me through the mirror. “V, I’m serious. I think its about that time.” I placed my hands on hips. She put her hand on my shoulders. “Maybe, you waited all this time because you want HIM to be the first. Here me out, you have never had a boyfriend, never even had your first kiss and you’ve never had your cherry popped either. And why is that?”I hit her hands off me and said “because I ain’t ready, Tay.” “Because you’re waiting for Amir, Veronica.”

We left the bathroom finally and I sat by Amir at our table. We laughed and talked the whole night as if we did every time we hung out. I would sometimes just lean on my hand, look at him as he talked and he would copy. I seemed to have my hand fly at his shoulder and never taking it off until I caught Tay staring at me with a smug look. Amir and I were dancing, acting fools and just having a good time. I always enjoyed his company because he wasn’t like the other niggas at school. The guys there seemed just talk to me because I looked decent to them but Amir wasn’t like that. He knew what guys were capable of so he taught me all I knew to get them off my “dick”.

He always seemed to care about me and I never felt alone at all. If he wasn’t around, I was so hopeless and bored. We dance so many songs from the 90′s to the 2000′s; we didn’t care though.

AMIR

[Don’t Mess with My Man by Nivea plays]

Veronica had her soft hands on my shoulders and was lip syncing to me while I nodded and we was grooving.

“It was hard to find a brotha that was down for me So I'm tellin everybody let him be Cause he's mine and I can't take no pigeons tryna take my baby So I thought I had to let you know Find someone that you can call your own Cause now you're walkin in the danger zone And if I touch you I'll be wrong .”

She sung the chorus, I watched her while I licked my lips and rubbed my hands making her laugh. I brought her hips closer to me with both hands I started to the male’s part

“It was hard to find a girl that's really down for me Seems like a lot of niggas tryin me Cause they tryna take my baby, oh what the hell So now you really better check yourself Messin with my girl is bad for your health and So you know you will be dealt with Better find your own girl.”

She was watching me with those big, brown eyes, I couldn’t help but just stare back until the song faded into

“TO THE WINDOW, TO THE WALL”

The mood was gone when “Get Low” by Lil John started playing. Everyone was dancing and acting a fool. I saw J and Tay with her bent over popping hard as hell, hoping her dress didn’t rise up. V and I saw them and it seemed like we made the same stank face expression. We just danced with our hands in the air then the part where they were like

“Now back, back, back it up A back, back, back it up A back, back, back it up A back, back, back it up Now stop then wiggle wit it Now stop then wiggle wit it Now stop then wiggle wit it Now stop then wiggle wit it.”

Veronica turned her back to me leaning on my chest, I held her hips and she whined into my pelvis; she never left that place especially when the next song came on.

“It's the remix to ignition Hot and fresh out the kitchen Mama rollin' that body Got every man in here wishin' Sippin' on coke and rum I'm like so what I'm drunk It's the freakin' weekend baby I'm about to have me some fun.”

Her whining became slower but harder. I could feel J’s eyes on us when he was checking us out; I looked up at him. Taylor had her back turned to him and he grabbed her hips while bringing in her in closer while rolling on her; he looked at me to make sure I did the same. I brought Veronica in slowly to the beat of the song and I can feel her directly on my dick while I began rolling into her. I looked back at Jeremiah and he slid his right hand onto Tay’s stomach; I followed. I bit my lip trying to keep my composure until...

VERONICA

“I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P.”

I stood up straight and thanked Black Jesus for changing the song because I was honestly getting hot and bothered while dancing. Amir was holding me so close that I can feel everything and I do mean everything. I turned to him dancing and we two stepped together. He brought me closer to him by my hips and I can feel myself literally melt at his touch. He still was dancing like normal while looking around and I did the same. After a few more songs, some kids from marching band brought out some horns and blew them.

The DJ said “it is time that we have all been waiting for. It is time to announce prom king and queen!! I would like to bring out our dear principal, Mrs. Angela Divine.” Everyone cheered as she took the stage and spoke.”Hello, class of 2004. I am very happy with how this year has gone. I have watch everyone of you grow from young children to young ladies and gentlemen. If you don’t win tonight or were not nominated, just now that you all are royality. As you can see, we rolled out the red carpet for prom king and queen nominees. Now, I will be calling the king nominees first and they walk down and come stand on my left then ladies will do the same and stand to my right.” She pulled out a paper and began reading. “Okay. Monty Wilkerson. William H. Montana.” People cheered as they each went down then she said “Amir Carter”; everyone went crazy as he got on stage.

She looked at the guys and smile saying “aren’t you handsome?” Amir fixed his bowtie and did the famous sexy Denzel face. Everyone laughed and I rolled my eyes. “Now, it’s time for the ladies.” She read the paper and said “Monica Jones”; people cheered. “Cassidy Montgomery”; they cheered but she wasn’t around. “Oh, I guess she didn’t attend. Well, let’s continue.” She read the paper and with a smile she said “Veronica N. Mitchellson.” Everyone cheered as I walked down the carpet. I hugged a few people from my team before reaching the stage. I stood closer to Mrs. Divine and looked over at Amir. He smiled and winked at me. Lord Jesus that smile. I just rolled my as I smiled back and looked into the crowd. The drum roll began as the crowns came out to be presented; Mrs. Divine held up the card and opened a bit before announcing. Alright now. The 2004 Prom King is” She opened the card and said “Mr. Amir Carter.” Everyone cheered as he shook the hands of the other nominees and he stood behind crown; putting it on.

Now, the 2004 Prom Queen is.. oh. She looked into the crowd and said “Cassidy Montgomery. “Some people looked around confused and I just stood there. I didn’t really care about prom queen in the first place but it was kinda awkward just standing there. Like, Cassidy wasn’t there. Amir looked back at me and just shook his head; I shrugged and smiled. Mrs. Divine put her lips to the microphone to talk. “Well since Cassidy isn’t here then the next nominee will take her place as queen. So, Amir who should we pick?” He looked back at us, held his hand out and said “gotta have my best friend as the queen.”

AMIR

While everyone cheered, she took my hand and stood next to me. V started to reach for the crown but I got it from her and slowly placed it on her head. I walked down a few steps, turned to her, smiled and held my hand out; “My Boo” was playing in the background when she took it and followed me to the dance floor. We started to slow dance and we looked into each other’s faces; those damn eyes. I looked at her lips and looked around as everyone watched us dance. They looked so soft and I wanted to kiss her so bad but now with everyone; I gave her forehead a kiss and felt her blush when a stir of awes came at us. We chuckled together and continued. She placed her right hand on my chest and lied her head next to it. I rubbed her back and we still danced; she made me want to take care of her even more. Before the night came to an end, we took tons of pictures and danced more.

We finally were on our way to Miramar Beach with a large meat lover pizza, a case of DG Jamaican Kola Champagne Soda in pineapple and two slices of red velvet cake. I lied my jacket down she can sit, we took our shoes and crowns off and set them to the side; we dug right in and talked afer. I asked “so, did you have fun tonight?” “Yeah, I did. How about you?” I nodded then she asked “so, I guess I wasn’t supposed to be prom queen. Was you mad?” “Hell yeah. They probably did that because they thought we was still together. She didn’t deserve it anyways. She was rude, mean as hell.” V sipped her drink and said “then, why date her?” Why was I with her? “She was just there, I guess. She was cool at first but after a while, psh, I was over it. Wish I called it off earlier.” We both looked at the water and she asked “is it me or did tonight kinda feel like a wedding reception?”

I chuckled and opened a new soda. “That’s just you, cuh.” “Y’know, I wanna get married one day and have my own family.” I raised brow and asked “really?” “Yeah. Don’t you”, she said looking at me; Ishrugged and nodded. “Well, I want an outdoor ceremony surrounded with so many flower petals. I want a simple gown with a silk head wrap and simple make up because we both know that I’m damn sure not about to spend hours on getting ready.” I smiled and looked at her when she talked again. “Then, when I become a multi-selling singer, my girls are gonna be set. Two beautiful chocolate babies with the chunkiest faces and all. Then, we will have a chocolate lab or a rottweiler like your dog. We’ll have a house big enough for us in South Beach. My oldest child are gonna write music together and become a dynamic duo.

She was being too damn cute. “You really put thought into it huh?” She smile and nodded; I would definitely remember that for the future. “Well, I actually want girls too but four of them and they’ll be daddy’s girls. They’ll be on tour with me and we’ll travel all over the world. They moms and I are gonna make sure they always good. She looked at me and said “that sounds nice.” I looked back at her and smiled. “Let’s make a deal but it’ll just be between us. If we haven’t met anyone by the age of thirty then we gotta marry each other. We can raise a family and everything. If you’re up for it.” She bit her lip and nodded. “Sure. Deal.” We shook hands and smiled at each other then it happened. She gave me a peck on the lips. Like it wasn’t too fast or two slow but I enjoyed. “I owed you one, Amir.” I nodded and laughed in my chest as she lied her head on my shoulder and us holding hands. Best night ever.

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zashamalkin · 6 years ago

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Serious about the clock and not serious about the time: the leading "Match TV" Anna Kasterova.

Russian hockey player, two-time world champion and three-time Stanley Cup winner Evgeni Malkin and his wife sports journalist, TV presenter "Match TV" and "Russia 2" Anna Kasterova became new ambassadors of the Swiss brand Parmigiani Fleurier

The "Hour Alphabet" met with Anna and talked with her about the friendship with Parmigiani brand, punctuality and working plans for the future.

Do you remember your first watch?

My first gift was given to me by my father as a child. I do not remember the name of the brand. At that time, I did not have a love for the clock. She appeared later: when my first lover gave me Tissot for his birthday. After that, mutual love began with the clock.

How many hours are in your collection?

Five, together with two models Parmigiani Fleurier : Kalparisma Nova and Tonda 1950 Tourbillon.

Do you wear watches every day?

Earlier I rarely wore a watch: I did not like it when my wrist held something. Time looked exclusively on the phone. Now I wear them all the time, they are for me an accessory. It's already a habit to watch time on the clock.

Do you have a family wearing a watch?

Mom, grandfather and husband are constantly walking in the clock. Yevgeny even has a large collection.

In the middle of July, you and your husband Yevgeny Malkin became the ambassadors of the watchmaking factory Parmigiani Fleurier. What is the peculiarity of this brand?

At Parmigiani interesting story. In the 1970s, the creator of the brand Michel Parmigiani had his own workshop: for a long time he did clockwork for other brands - Breguet and Chopard , was engaged in the repair and restoration of watches. And only in the mid-1990s Parmigiani created his own brand.

Eugene and I were at the Parmigiani manufactory in Fleuryo, we saw how the masters manually create watches. We were impressed by the individual approach of the brand to each client and the painstaking work of the watchmakers. Parmigiani is a personal brand: he creates watches in limited collections or by order. The brand has a small production: collections of watches are not created on an industrial scale, which makes the models unique.

Why did you choose Parmigiani?

From the brand received an interesting proposal - to become the ambassadors of Parmigiani. After visiting the production and getting to know the watchmakers, Evgeny and I accepted the offer. This is a very family company - it struck us. When we met with them, there was a feeling of comfort and coziness. I often collaborated with other non-watch brands and rarely met such an attitude.

How long did you contract with the brand?

For a year: we want to look at each other. This time is a trial period. We plan to extend cooperation, also talked with Parmigiani about the prospect of creating a personal collection with Malkin. But so far this is all at the level of discussion.

You worked for ten years on television, where everything is written strictly on minutes, how did you develop relations with time at work?

I am very punctual: for 12 years of work on television, I have never missed the broadcast. Constantly watching the time. I always need to plan everything, up to 15 minutes. Even as a mother, I control everything: what time does a child get up when he needs to eat. For example, at 16:00 the child wakes up, at 16:45 the son should go for a walk, before this in 45 minutes we must have time to eat, wash, dress.

To control time is already my way of life. I demand punctuality from others. Being on time is a respect for each other's interlocutors and plans.

Punctuality is a character trait that appeared as a result of working on television?

She was originally, just television focused on her attention.

What are you willing to spend your free time on?

On sports and books. I really love the classics: Nabokov, Dostoevsky, Bunin, the touching Turgenev.

In an interview with Marie Claire, your mother said: "From about ten years old Anna dreamed of becoming a TV presenter - in front of the mirror with a comb instead of a microphone, she repeated the text for the speakers." Since then, a lot of time has passed, and, most likely, you can already talk about the results. Have your dreams come true?

I started from scratch on television and became a famous journalist - I reached my dream. I'm very proud of myself. And I do not have a specialized education, I'm a psychologist. The first time was very difficult, because I had no connections on TV. I worked for a long time without money, just a correspondent.

Now do you have a dream?

There are, but it is not related to work - I want everyone in the family to be alive, healthy and happy, so that the house has a good atmosphere.

In an interview with Maxim, you said that in the future you would like to return to television. Do you already know about your plans for the near future?

Desire to eat. But for the time being I am offered only a permanent job, and this is impossible, since most of the time we live with the family in the States (hockey player Evgeni Malkin plays for the Pittsburgh Penguins.) - Ed.). If we talk about returning to TV, then this should be a seasonal project: arrived, photographed everything for a month and left back to the US. Now this is more a desire than an action plan. I have a clear division: family and work, but I do not want to combine these two spheres of life.

Do you think it's wrong to work and work together at the same time?

It's not right for our family. First, there must be a space for rest, and secondly, I want to keep warm and friendly relations with my husband's colleagues. And if I go back to sports journalism, then I will have to work with them: for example, during the NHL matches reviews (run by the National Hockey League - Ed.) - run after them with a microphone.

Translation via Google Translate

#Anna Kasterova #WatchAlfavit #Parmigiani Fleurier #Evgeni Malkin #2018

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lindspirational · 6 years ago

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✨ 💉 Me and @dotjaypg‘s Menhera Coords! 💊 ✨

Yes, I know I look uber happy for representing sickly/creepy cute fashion. But for me menhera just.. makes me feel comfortable expressing myself, being someone who struggles with mental and physical health on a daily basis. It’s like I don’t have to hide it and just be myself. Plus I got almost a whole week with my beloved fandom darlings and honestly what’s better than that? ♥

We wore these on an outing and honestly people’s reactions were so cute!

Build your own outfit!

@lindspirational‘s attire:

Shirt: Caramells Bandaid pin (used in my hair), pill choker, and teddy bear ring: @zombieunicornjewelry [SHOP] Pastel bracelets and syringe necklace: @lady-of-rohan [LadyofrohanCreations] “Sick” resin heart necklace: Chizusan Bandaid see-thru socks: ebay Pill hairclips, “dreamy” and “kawaii” bracelets: @dotjaypg [SHOP] Medical masks: ebay

@dotjaypg‘s attire:

Shirt: jellymomo Menhera bracelets, pins, and perler jewelry: their own creations! [SHOP] Syringe necklace: @lady-of-rohan [LadyofrohanCreations] Various accessories: Claire’s

#menhera #pastel #pastel fashion #yumekawaii #creepy cute #menhera fashion #sickly cute #coord #coordinate #my posts

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xjmparrish · 7 years ago

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Christmas Gifts 2017

Everyone receiving something from J this year is listed below in alphabetical order by first name. Each gift bundle has a handwritten card attached detailing just what is being given and well-wishes for the upcoming New Year.

@skarsgardb @xolively @candicepat @cmmurrray @quirkymisscb @krispinot @clrholt @deltslea @bviewgron @levittjoe @sharnamayxo @shay-bright @drizztroi @tylerjbburn @chmerkval @zendayam @zoeydevtch

Happy Holidays❤️

Bill,

Best friend. Here is my returning the gift of our hot chocolate bar, for when our schedules suck at matching, and a scarf to help you keep warm. I also may or may not have taken the chance to do something we’ve planned for months, and if the passport case isn’t a hint.. yes that is a plane ticket. I’m dragging you home to your motherland! Thank you for being the bestest friend I made this year, love you lots!!

Merry Christmas - J

Blake,

My Monica to my Rachel, my Cristina to my Mer.. I hope you like the diaper bag! I figured #momneeds. Before you kill me for making you think I got the girls better gifts between Ines’s shoes and Jame’s food truck, I have to say, even if the diaper bag was empty you’d still love me, right? This Christmas I thought I’d take it upon myself to spoil you some. So aside from the baby bag, every momma bear needs black sunnies for those rough mornings, comfy slippers for lazy afternoons, a fancy robe and pj shorts for those nights you wanna feel a little special. It also wouldn’t be spoiling you without some jewelry, so some cute earrings and a watch will come in handy next time we go on a girl’s date. I also threw in some essential oils for fun. Last but not least, I know you love chocolate. So chocolate covered almonds it was! (You should probably share some with your hubby cause that one’s half his.. if you want.) So happy holidays my wife, nieces, and I guess you too Ryan.. LOL! 😜 I love you all!

Merry Christmas - Janellybean

Candice,

My soul sister of sorts (the offer to marry is still on the table) , I had to spoil you just a bit after you suffered rooming with me on the trip. So a bracelet and some earrings to add to your wardrobe and just a little something extra to keep your life stylish. I hope you love it as much as I love you!

Merry Christmas - Janel

Chad,

My favorite human (and your mini me). Needless to say, I didn’t know what to get you. Hopefully, in time I’ll learn how to shop. Naturally, the first thing I picked up was a bottle of Jack for those late nights. Then I decided I couldn’t go wrong with clothes and accessories. Two sweaters and a jacket to keep warm, hopefully you like them. (If not, I’ll totally get you new ones.) I’ve also learned that you try to rep the Bills just about anywhere, so a new snapback seemed perfect. It’s a good look on you 😜 Then I got you some sunnies last (you’ll be twinning with Jlo), figuring everyone could always use another pair. And for Jackson, I’m still learning on the kid front, so a stuffed animal is always a safe bet. So he gets a dinosaur, because what kid doesn’t like dinosaurs? I might also secretly be hoping he learns a thing or two from me because I got him a little keyboard (you can hate me, just be happy it’s not drums) and lastly a collection of play-doh. It’s a right of passage for a kid. I promise, I’ll get better at this gift giving thing in the future. Thanks for making this holiday season just a little more special.

Merry Christmas - Janelly

Chloe,

For the bestest duet partner in the world, some boots, a red coat (I think I’m secretly turning you into A) and cute little ear muffs to keep you warm this winter! Thank you for making 2017 awesome, you deserve so much more. Love you pretty lady!

Merry Christmas - Janel

Chris,

My favorite Chris (that’s still our secret), some items to keep you warm this season and a pair of sun glasses so that you stay looking cool everywhere you go. I hope you have a wonderful Christmas and even better start off to the new year!

Merry Christmas - Janel

Claire,

My favorite blondie from the land down under, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you but I thought now being in town together, I’d get you just a little something. So a scarf, beanie, and some sunnies seemed perfect. I couldn’t get over how cute the glasses were and had to get them, so I hope you get good use out of them. Love you!

Merry Christmas - Janel

Delta,

Pretty lady that I love so dearly, I hope you get good use of your gifts this coming year! A cute chunky sweater to keep warm, a little black cold shoulder lacy top for adding a little cute to layering, and some booties with a tie back. I hope you love them, and they’re just a little thank you for being one of the best people I’ve been fortunate enough to meet this year. Have a wonderful Christmas babes!

Merry Christmas - Janel

Dianna,

Di, I saw this bag and thought of you so I had to get it. It might just be my love of the color red on you. So what better thing to include than a new red lipstick? And along with the lip trend, gloss is all the rage right now so a fresh tube could never hurt. I hope you have a wonderful Christmas!

Merry Christmas - that one random cheerleader from a decade ago (Janel)

JGL,

To the man who does it all and puts my workaholic nature to shame by a longshot, seeing as you’ll be heading off on travels for work I thought a backpack might come in handy to pack some stuff in. Maybe even instead of lugging around everything on your visits back to town, it could come in handy. And you’ve also got new shoes for the new year, which I really hope you like! Have a wonderful holiday!

Merry Christmas - Janel

Shar,

Disney, disney, disney. The little mermaid and her baby get themed gifts this year. So for you Shar, sweats and a cute little backpack because you could never have too many. And for baby El, a little Minnie Mouse dress. I couldn’t help myself when I saw the backpack and that’s how this came about. Hope you love!

Merry Christmas - J

Shay,

Shannon, my sister from another mister (and part time lover?) Nothing says Merry Christmas to you like furry jackets, and because you’re 200 times more stylish than me.. feel free to donate to Sammy if you don’t like. A faux fur hoodie, yes a hoodie, the best of both worlds, I think very Shan appropriate. The second coat is Mimi inspired, so you can live out your dreams nightly lip syncing to the RENT soundtrack in your living room. Lastly, not one but two sriracha key chains because nothing says Shay like bringing your own hot sauce anywhere. Kleo wanted to give Foxy and Angel some stuffed animals to play with too, so enjoy! Kisses from us to you!

Merry Christmas - Janel & Klee

Troi,

My caffeine addicted hippie rocker big sis, nothing screamed your name at me more than this Coffee & Friends sign when I saw it, I just had to get it. I’ll personally build you a coffee bar to hang it over if I need to. A new mug to add to the collection, too. A girl could use a hat from time to time, so here’s a new one that I hope you don’t have yet. And lastly, a poncho to stay just a little warmer this winter. With all of the love.

Merry Christmas - J

Tyler,

My TyTy. Auntie J and Kleebear got Dylan a couple of toys, I hope they last her longer than a few hours. Lol. And for you Ty, I raided AllSaints for you to show my love. A hat to add to the collection, and two shirts you probably already own but could use new ones of. And it couldn’t be Christmas without just a slight reminder that we probably belong on the naughty list, so a new lighter and flask for the new year baby! 😜 Much better than coal. Love you, loser.

Merry Christmas - Janey & Klee

Val,

V, I couldn’t help myself but get your something after reconnecting (also kind of makes up for that one Christmas but, you know..) so I hope you like everything. Between traveling and rehearsals, I figured you could use a new bag to carry your stuff in. Also, some new wireless headphones for those long nights on the tour bus or early mornings at the airport. A snapback repping the OG Brooklyn team, because nothing says you more than a backwards snapback (no kitty ear damage to this one necessary). And lastly, what is quite probably your true love in life.. nutella. Enjoy, babe!

Happy Holidays - that one Chinese-Irish Hawaiian chick 😜

Daya,

Z, let’s be honest I didn’t know what to get the most stylish person I know. But I figure, you can make just about anything work, so maybe I shouldn’t stress. So I got you some black knee high boots, cute high high socks (they don’t have to go together, I just thought they’d be cute) and a white bag to offset all of the black. All hopefully a great start for 2018. I hope you love everything! xoxo

Merry Christmas - J

Zo,

To the little sister I never knew I needed until your mama making out with my boo on tv someone brought us close (it’s a weird family dynamic). It’s been a blast reconnecting, and I can’t wait for new adventures in 2018. In the meantime, I got you a pretty dress nobody else could rock, a shirt to remind you that what Mama Lea and do, you can too, and a beanie that just says what I think about you like 99.9% of the time. (The only time my mind changes is when you’re clumsier than me.) Also, the homemade food from Mama P just as promised, still warm so you better eat up! Love you!!

Merry Christmas - Janel

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cutiecrates · 7 years ago

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Cutie Reviews: Kawaii Box September 2017

Sorry if you were waiting for this Cuties, but as of late I find it harder and harder to actually enjoy my Kawaii Box subscription and I don’t look forward to it...

As I’m sure you have noticed a lot of people have been making complaints towards the brand regarding official/not official merchandise. Now, I don’t want to believe these people because honestly- they could be bitter ex-employees or some other silly nonsense; even with provided proof. Contacting Kawaii Box is not an option either because of course they would deny it. Which is why I ultimately decided to stick with the brand and just wait until I see it for myself.

I’m not trying to say I support forgeries but I do like the box and mostly all of their products are good and seem official, and to be fair it’s also a cheap box that gives you several items in comparison to some others. We don’t have the entire story behind the supposed fake products either, so what kind of person would I be to give up on Kawaii Box because of a few unhappy customers?

With that said, let’s just get into this. I hope you enjoy and keep in mind that I am not someone worth flaming or harassing because I remain with this box. If you don’t like it that’s fine, but please keep me out of it.

Since it’s reveal, Ufufy products from Disney have been increasing like crazy. But why wouldn’t they? With their soft, dreamy pastels and plush quality~

So basically, this is a Disney Ufufy Plushie with an adorable zippered seam on top to store little items. I got Dale, who I admit isn’t my top choice from this line, but he is my favorite between Chip & Dale. He’s full of a spongy-like cotton and has a small, felt and plastic acorn ornament hanging from his zipper.

If I really had to complain, I would say that he seems to be missing a chain of some sort. Usually these types of ornamental plush have them, but this one doesn’t. Sure, you could easily get one to put on them if you really wanted to- but I just found it unusual.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥

(Do you like my new rating scale? I feel it’s a bit more fun than just numbers, but the highest score will still be a 5.)

Next is this... actually kinda bland but still cute Unicorn Squishy Charm. It’s exactly the same as the Kaomoji and Tofu squishy’s I got in prior boxes- but in this unicorn shape. It’s not a slow riser, but it is very soft; which I actually value more over the rising speed.

Rating: ♥

Honestly, the fact that it’s a little cute and ultra-soft are the only good things about it. I’m sure you can tell, but look at this paint job! It’s very boring and not even all that accurate. A lot of the mane is white and the horn has a lot of uncolored spots (which you can’t see from this angle). Not only that but the cut of this squishy has a lot of remnant.

Later, while checking the online shop for this particular squishy I also found out that not only is this how it is SOLD, but there is a supposed watermelon candy scent. But I assure you mine smells like soybean flour, like the other ones, despite having no contact with them at all.

The eyes are lovely and I haven’t had any problems with that thankfully. But this squishy is too much of a mess to be saved by cute eyes and softness.

Next are some cute little deco items, including a Korean Diary Deco Sticker sheet, and a Washi Masking Tape Set.

First up, stickers :D These are so tiny and precious (look at the third row, tiny adorable candy jars ♥). They are suggested for use in a diary but the back also shows some other places where you could use them- like on notes, envelopes, and other things begging to be spiced up.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥

They’re so tiny that I’d worry about losing them before I could even apply them. I do like the gimmick behind them but I wish they could be a little bit bigger. Not only that but a few of them are kind of crude; I really don’t need stickers of a man tinkling. They’re also super hard to peel off (coming from a girl with long nails). But at the same time I do love the variety of emotions and sayings they could convey, and I like that they have a translucent background.

Next is the Washi Masking Tape. Since I didn’t have the time to actually demonstrate what it looks like I took the picture from the back of the box.

Both rolls are fairly simple, featuring muted colors and random items and objects on the blue roll, while the white has large bunny designed candies.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

While I’m not a huge fan of the design or style, I also think it’s pretty cute and the tape itself is a really nice quality in comparison to past tapes I have had. It’s a lot harder to tear and feels much more sturdy, in comparison to the flimsier previous tapes.

(On a side note, I also like the peep window on the side of the box.)

Next are some kawaii little Fairy Tale Hair Pins/(clips). This is a sweet little set of three hair accessories featuring a pink scheme and a solid, plastic girl on the side.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥

As cute as these are, I actually did have an issue with them... The plastic girl pieces were extremely loose and flimsy, in fact 2 of them popped off! With some strong glue I had I was able to fix it, but it’s still a bit frustrating. If one hadn’t popped off during the photography session, I would have probably lost them when I wore them out of the house like I was planning to the next day.

Now this is one of the BEST things you can have for daily school or work, or pretty much any life outside of the house, a Kawaii Hand Sanitizer Bottle. As soon as I saw this it made me think of something you would find at Claire’s or some other trend happy store in the mall. The colors are bold and vibrant, and the product is made from a rubbery plastic so you can swap the bottle out, or just remove the cap to add product by hand.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Now, I don’t exactly love the product; but I think it’s pretty cute and I like how easy it is to maneuver. I also like the thought, considering you know, germs and all. However I probably won’t be using it because as of last November; I hopped onto the bath and body works Pocketbac hype train!

I’ve been collecting those Cuties for almost a year now :3 I’m psyched to celebrate my anniversary next month with my recent affair ♥

Buttttt I could always fill this up with some product if I really wanted to use it, or if I wanted to gift someone with something. This would be perfect with a vanilla or berry scent~

As usual, Kawaii Box likes to offer us something sweet, and this month we got this adorable Happy Nikukyu Cat/Dog Paw Gummies. I prefer cats, but I actually did have an orange & grape flavored cat set before; so this was kind of fun. Look at the pudgy puppy~

Essentially if you tried one set you tried them all. The paw shape and quality is the same on each style/type, but this one features a lovely peach flavor~

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ 1/2

These aren’t the worst gummies I’ve had by far. They’re adorable and squishy-soft, but the problem bothering me is the texture left in my mouth after I eat one, from the white powdery coating they put on them. Not only that, but even though this isn’t set to expire until February 2018... they taste like peaches with a tiny hint of barf/old candy.

I’ve had other peach candy before lacking that “interesting after-taste”, so... yeah. They’re not bad, but it’s a bit... weird.

Another ultra-cute item for school, work, or just your desk: the Little Animals Stationary Set!

(Btw I was not trying to rhyme just now.)

You pretty much get it and more with this set :3 a pencil pouch, a led pencil, two double-sided pencils, a pencil sharpener, a 15cm ruler, and a little eraser (with an even smaller slot to write your name).

Ranking: ♥ ♥ ♥

It’s very sweet and cute, but like the other items in this particular box- it has some issues. First off, the double-sided pencils are hard to remove from the pouch! Like seriously, it’s a flimsy pouch and I’m afraid I’ll break it trying to take them out. Not only that but none of the pencils have an eraser; you only get this one little (very cute) thing. I admit it works like MAGIC, but it is too small to last very long- unless you’re the type to rarely ever need an eraser maybe.

(I was not one of those types at all, so I carried a LOT of erasers to play it safe)

This is another adorable storage unit, featuring everyone’s favorite: HELLO KITTY ♥ This is a Hello Kitty Tin Pencil Case, featuring this lovely motif on the lid and the “shelf” inside of the container, which has a times table on it. The inside (which I couldn’t picture) features a pink and white hello kitty design on a diamond tile background.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

It’s pink, it’s Hello Kitty, it’s especially hand to help me store pencils/pens/school items I get from these crates, I love it!

Lastly is this Uranaikko Colored Pencils set. These little wooden pencils are great for bringing with you to wherever you could possibly need some color in your life; like at school, work, or to occupy a child for ten minutes :D

As you can kinda see, they also come with a built-in pencil sharpener (which works very well, I did test it out). Despite their small size they’re not awkward to hold either. I also found myself oddly entertained by the sounds they make when you shake the container around ♥ Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ They’re adorable! I love to draw/color with them. The only downside is that because of their small size they clearly won’t last too long if you use them a lot...

♥ Cutie Ranking ♥

Content - 3 out of 5. Essentially almost everything got a middle rating, but I didn’t hate anything; even the 1 or 2 items I wasn’t overwhelmingly in love with I still liked to some extent.

Quality - 2 out of 5. The reason the rank is so low for this is because the items I had fault with wasn’t out of preference, but due to actual legitimate issues- like messy paint or quality, cheap details, etc. Usually it’s never this bad.

Theme - 5 out of 5. Compared to usual, this one actually conveyed a well, thought out theme to me :D it’s very school/work oriented, and provides several items perfect for September, when most people start school or are still working. I’m actually very happy with it!

Total Rank: 10 out of 15 Cuties. Honestly, the fact that nearly everything matches the apparent theme and that I essentially did like enough to consider it a non-failure box. Had I not liked much in it- I definitely would have given this a lower score.

♥ Cutie Scale ♥

1. Fairy Tale Hair Clips - Even if I had a little difficulty with them and had to repair them before I used them... they’re so cute!!

2. Stationery Set - Everything is covered with cute characters!

3. Hello Kitty Pencil Tin - It’s covered in designs; and pinkness :D

4. Dale Ufufy Plush - General Ufufy cuteness mixed with Dale’s natural charm~

5. Stickers - They’re so cute and tiny~

6. Dog Paw Gummies - Nothing new, bu they’re squishy-soft and the puppy on the package is so cute. I wanna tickle his tummy~

7. Ice Cream Sanitizer Holder - It’s fairly generic looking to me. I like colors but I kinda prefer them in softer shades; this one feels like a headache.

8. Colored Pencils - They’re simple little wooden sticks with color, but they’re small and precious~

9. Unicorn Squishy - Generic cuteness; but the fact it has so many flaws keeps it low scoring.

10. Washi tape - It was cute but no entirely in the way I like.

Okay! So that does it for everyone review x3 it took me longer than usual- but it’s probably because I was out of practice. I’m so excited because any day now I’ll be getting my Tokyo Treat box, and because my birthday is on Sunday! I have 3 of October’s crates so far, and I did do my DIY from last months TT box so I’ll probably be covering that review next. Until next time, say cute!

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