#robert doing Victoria’s hair

[bobbie-robron]

If you wanna hold on to her, go and talk to her. Tell her how you REALLY feel. And the sooner the better. (Part 1)

Robert’s making toast for Victoria and doing her hair, being a good brother while El Capitan keeps him in line. Apparently Katie slept on the sofa and Jack is none too pleased. He makes it clear she should be making an effort with Andy to rebuild her marriage and that does NOT include NOT sleeping with him. Something is off as Len just now notices Robert’s black eye and gives him advice. Katie confides in Chas she needs to get away from the village and Andy.

25-Apr-2004

[tkwrites]

Happy Birthday, Quinn - Quinn Hughes x ofc

Title: Happy Birthday, Quinn - Quinn Hughes x ofc

Author: Tory / @tkwrites 

Relationship: Quinn Hughes x Sarah Roberts

Summary: In an effort to get Quinn something he can’t get for himself, and with her friends’ encouragement, Sarah does something she never imagined she’d do before. When they finally celebrate his birthday together, Quinn opens several gifts he never expected. 

Warnings: It’s mostly fluff, but there is some anxiety about being in new, uncomfortable situations and some suggestive themes, but no actual smut.

Word Count: 2,700

Comments: Happy birthday to Quinn! 

I’ve been working on this piece for quite a long time. At least six months, tweaking it here and there to get the right themes and wording. I saved it for Quinns birthday because I can’t think of a better day for it to come into the world.

If you enjoyed this, please let me know by commenting, reblogging, or sending in an ask. Your encouragement and comments truly inspire me to keep writing. 

Happy Birthday, Quinn

A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot

“What do you give the guy who can get whatever he wants?” Sarah asked.

Emma paused, thoughtful. She knew what she would get Brady, but while they were best friends, he and Quinn were so different. 

“What if you gave him some photos?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Like a boudoir shoot or something. So he can have some really great pictures of you while he’s on the road.” 

Sarah felt herself flush. 

“It’s just an idea,” Emma emphasized. “Is there any lingerie he really likes?” 

“Not really,” she started, then it came to her, “there is this bikini he kind of went wild over this summer.” 

“Perfect,” Emma beamed. “You could do a beach photoshoot for him.” 

“I don’t know… Are you sure it's something he would even like?”

Emma gave her a deadpan look over the FaceTime connection even as she adjusted the baby. “You have a boyfriend who travels away from you for weeks at a time. You don't think he'd like having some pretty pictures of you while he's gone?” 

Sarah snorted, “okay. I get it. But where do I even start with that? Just have my roommates take some pictures?” 

“No!” Emma laughed, “ask one of the wives or girlfriends. They’ll know some photographers that will keep things quiet so it can be a little more professional.” 

Just as Emma predicted, when Sarah called Bella the next day, she did know someone.

As they discussed details, she even suggested they could go to her Uncles’ to use the beach across the street from their house. 

“Are you joking?” Sarah asked. “He’d have my hide if I showed up to take bikini photos for my boyfriend.”

Bella laughed and said she had some friends with private beaches and would get back to her if they could use one of theirs. 

When she called back just a few hours later, Sarah was a little surprised. 

“Thanks so much for your help with this,” she said.

“Of course. I love you, and I love Huggy, and I love finally seeing him really happy.” 

After they set up the details, including Bella booking a hair stylist and a makeup artist, which Sarah thought was a little extreme, Bella asked, “Do you want me and Meghan to come for moral support?” 

“That would be really nice,” Sarah said, breathing a sign of relief. “I feel like I have no idea what I'm doing here. I'm just trying to give Quinn something he'll really like for his birthday.” 

A week later, they drove to Bella’s friend's “cottage.” It was really a mansion, but who was she to judge?

The boys were in Victoria for training camp, so it was the perfect time to sneak away.

When Sarah came out in the bikini, Bella wolf whistled. “No wonder Huggy went wild for you in this. You look insane.” she said, looking her over approvingly. “He’s going to lose his mind over these photos.”

It took a long time for Sarah to feel comfortable. She felt too on display - too exposed, and like she was pretending to be something she wasn’t. She wasn’t a model. She didn’t know how to pose for photos or turn on sex appeal at the drop of a hat. 

As if sensing how stuck in her head she was, Meghan offered some support.

“Sarah,” she said, walking down the beach to her, “you’re taking photos for a man that’s already head over heels for you. No one else is going to see them but you and him - and us very briefly.”

She nodded, feeling a little better. She was doing this for Quinn. She could do this for Quinn. 

Taking the photographers advice, she posed and made eye contact with the camera. 

“There you go,” Bella encouraged. 

“Rock more onto your knees,” Heather, the photographer, instructed. “Good. Chin up a bit? Great. Now give me some of those sexy bedroom eyes.” 

Sarah pushed her hesitations aside, thought about Quinn on the other side of that camera, and tried to convey how much she wanted him. 

“Hot damn!” Meghan yelled. “You’ve got me hot and bothered, Sarah. Quinn doesn’t stand a chance.” 

Her exclamation sent Sarah into a fit of giggles that took her quite a while for her to come down from.

Once she’d stopped laughing and settled back into the situation, they got a ton more photos, including a few of her, Bella and Meghan, the latter two in their street clothes, while Sarah still sported her bikini, laughing as the surf swirled around their ankles. 

Not for the first time, Sarah understood how being a WAG really could be a support group. 

They spent the evening of his birthday together at home, ordering in from Quinn's favorite restaurant. 

By the time they got to opening gifts, Sarah was feeling nervous and giddy. She left a small pile of presents on the table in front of the gray suede couch along with a bouquet of flowers because “men hardly ever get flowers, but you like them.” It was full of frothy looking, multi colored blooms mixed with greenery. He found he did like them. No one had ever given him flowers before.

He opened a set of cufflinks shaped like tiny bombs. They were attached to a card that read, Love is the Bomb. It made him laugh, and he told her, truthfully, that he loved them. 

“They’re made from recycled landmines cleared out of Laos from the Vietnam War,” she explained. “I know you really liked that Fields of Fire book. I thought you might like the connection,” she added. 

“That’s really cool,” he said, touched. He rarely wore french cut dress shirts, but now that he had a pair of unique cufflinks, maybe he would wear the ones he did have a little more. 

“Thank you,” he said, leaning over to press a kiss to her lips. 

“You’re welcome.”

Then, he unwrapped a vibrator. 

Raising one eyebrow, he told her, “I don’t think this is a gift for me.” 

“Let me explain,” she said, reaching for the box. 

She worked the hot pink, U-shaped device out of the packaging and turned it on. “It’s bluetooth and app enabled,” she said, pulling out her phone so she could connect the devices.

“Okay.” 

“Give me your phone,” she said, holding out her hand. 

He did, and she put in the code to unlock it before downloading an app — she had to hand it back to him to approve the purchase — and linking his phone to the toy.

“Now, anytime I turn it on and connect my phone, it’ll send you an alert.” 

“Okay.”

“And then you can control it.”

Realization lit his face, “oh, so I could be across the room or something?” 

“Or across the country,” she said with a mischievous grin. 

“Wait. For real?” 

Sarah nodded. “The reviews from long distance couples are all really good.”

“I wish we had it this summer,” he said, picking up the toy. It whirred to life in his palm when he tapped the button on his phone.

“That’s what gave me the idea.”

An eager expression took over his face. “Can we go try it?”

“Hold on, Romeo, I have one more gift for you.”

Tearing his eyes from the buzzing pink contraption, Quinn found Sarah biting her lip and looking at him, unsure. He’d never seen her so nervous. He wondered if she might be getting ready to do some kind of strip tease. 

Excitement fizzed in his stomach. 

Instead, she reached behind her, pulling out a small silver picture frame.  

“What’s this?” he asked, taking it from her. It held blank black glass.

“It’s a digital picture frame,” she explained. “It’s not so much the gift as what’s on it.” 

Quinn felt his eyebrows knit together. “I don’t understand.” 

“Just,” she reached over and held down the power button. 

An involuntary noise, something between a gasp and a groan, gurgled in Quinn's throat when the frame booted up. 

It showed Sarah, on the beach in that fucking black bikini, posing like she was on the cover of a magazine. She was laughing as she swept her wind blown hair away from her face. 

All those intense, lusty feelings from the cabin crashed over him. It wasn't as good as the real thing, of course, but God, if it didn't make him feel things.

“Sarah,” his voice sounded breathy - shallow and needy.

The photo faded into another. Still, that goddamn bikini, still the beach, but a different pose. This time, she was sporting a cocky smile, like she knew he would like it. 

He did. He couldn’t believe it. 

The slideshow continued on, all of the photos were on the same beach, in the same bikini. In some, she was standing, others laying down. There was even a short, looping video, or live photo, or whatever it was, of her crawling toward the camera - never breaking eye contact. 

His tongue felt weighted with longing. 

When the last photo de-pixelated, his eyes blew wide. 

Holy. 

Fuck.

She was kneeling in the sand, knees spread as the water raced up the beach around her.

She had this sultry look in her eyes as they looked straight into his soul. Her lips were parted, just slightly, as if she was waiting to be kissed. 

“I thought you could take the pictures on the road with you,” she said quietly. 

When he tore his eyes away from her face, they caught on her hand, fisted into the wet sand, almost as if she were holding herself back.

A bolt of energy rippled up his stomach, making it flutter and twist in longing.

Looking up from the frame, he met Sarah's eyes and blinked a few times, trying to pull himself back to the present.

“I hope It's not too cheesy or anything,” she said shyly. The photos were returned long before Quinn's birthday came around, and Sarah blushed every time she looked at them. She had no idea she could look like that. It was proof that the right photographer, lighting, and positioning could do wonders. 

“It's…” His voice croaked, and he had to clear his throat. This was honestly something he never would have expected from Sarah. 

He cleared his throat again. “It's - I don't even know what to say,” he confessed. 

“That bad?” she asked, voice hesitant  

“No!” It came out too loud. “It’s — fuck.” He ran a hand into his hair. He didn't know what to say. He was in shock. “I mean, I can't believe…” 

“You're not making any sense.”

He didn’t have enough blood in his brain to reason properly.

Finally, he managed to get his thoughts in order. “I love it. It's like you gave me my own Swimsuit Edition, except it’s you instead of some model I don't care about.”

Her shoulders relaxed. 

“Were you worried I wouldn't like it?” 

“No, not really. Like, I knew objectively you would, but I've never done anything like this before.” 

The fact that she did it for him burrowed into his heart and rioted around his mind.

“I was a little surprised,” he admitted.

“Emma suggested it,” Sarah confessed. 

Quinn made a mental note to tell her thank you.

The shock of the photos pulled his mind completely from everything else. He didn’t even notice Sarah had picked up the vibrator, turned it off, and nestled it back into its box. 

“Do you want some dessert?” she asked, standing. “I got some of those chocolate from Gem you like.” Normally, she would have bought him a cake, but he tried not to eat carbs during the season. So fruit and chocolate would have to do.

Beaming, Quinn pulled her into his lap, “you’re spoiling me.”

“You deserve to be spoiled on your birthday,” she said, turning to brush her lips over his. 

He fell into the kiss, glad to finally be touching her. 

“So what do you think about that dessert?” she asked when he broke away to nuzzle his nose under her ear.

Quinn sucked in a deep breath of her perfume before blowing on her neck, making her squirm. “I think I have dessert right here,” he murmured, tightening his grip on her waist. 

She snorted. 

His hands wandered up to her chest, feeling the curves of her breasts in his palms. “What kind of chocolate did you get?” he asked. 

“A few,” she said, leaning into him, “I got that dark mint one you liked, and the rum one, and some new ones. I don’t really remember. I’m pretty sure one has peanut butter.” They’d discovered the chocolate shop while wandering the city together. Made with all local, organic ingredients, they were delicious, and though not necessarily healthy, it was better for Quinn to eat a few pieces of chocolate than cake. “I’ll go get them.”

Coming back upstairs with the chocolates, Sarah slid the open box onto the table. Quinn was looking at the picture frame again, shaking his head gently as if he couldn’t believe it. 

“Here, I think this one is pistachio,” she said, picking up a chocolate with green stripes on the top, “or maybe it's matcha?” 

He took a bite of the proffered candy, his eyes fluttering closed at the sweet and salty flavor. 

“Pistachio,” she declared after putting the rest of it in her mouth and licking off the chocolate that had melted on her fingers. 

He hummed in agreement, eyes caught on her tongue. 

“Oh, before I forget,” she pulled a USB drive from her pocket and handed it to him.

“What’s this?” 

“The pictures are on that.” 

A relieved breath escaped his lips. 

“You didn’t think I was just going to make you take that frame around, did you?”

“I don’t know," he said, laughing, "I didn’t think...” 

“You can put them on your phone or whatever,” she said. 

“Can I…” he paused, mentally looping through slideshow again, “do you mind if I use them as my phone background?”

“They're your gift, and it's your phone,” Sarah said instead of voicing her concern that someone other than him might catch a glimpse of her like this. She trusted that Quinn wouldn’t go around showing them off to other people. 

She picked up the mint chocolate and took a bite. When she offered him the other half, he took her fingers in his mouth to get every sweet drop. 

A week later, Quinn, Conor, and Brock were at a restaurant in Winnipeg. Each of them had their phone face up on the table in front of their dinner plate.

Quinns screen lit up. 

“You didn’t turn off your notifications? Rookie mistake Hughes.” 

Quinn scoffed, “it doesn’t count if you turn off your notifications.” 

“Of course it counts,” Conor argued.

“Why would you touch your phone if it’s not going off, dipshit?”

“I think he’s got a point,” Brock admitted with a defeated sigh. 

“Do you have yours off too?” Quinn asked. 

Brock shrugged. 

“You have to turn them back on. We have to be on a level playing field here.”

The other men reached for their phones, grumbling. 

Quinn’s went off again as they put theirs back down. 

“Is that Sarah?” Conor asked, craning his neck to look at the photo.

“Yeah, why?” he asked, resisting the urge to pick it up. Whoever touched their phone first had to pay for dinner. 

The lock screen was the photo of Sarah laughing, trying to tame her hair as it blew in the wind. 

After looking through all the pictures several times, Quinn had decided this was his favorite. He could almost hear her laughing whenever he saw it. Plus, he didn’t want anything too racy where anyone else could see it. He kept those for himself. 

“Is that the photoshoot Meg helped her with?” 

“I don’t know?” he said. “She did it for my birthday.” It felt a little like bragging – which he was, if he was honest with himself – to say it out loud.  

“Yeah, that’s it,” Brock said. “Bells told me about it during training camp. She and Meg helped Sarah set it up.”

“Oh,” Quinn said, not quite sure what else to say. The fact that she’d reached out for help so she could do this for him, even when she was uncomfortable, meant the world to him. 

“I wish Meg’d taken bikini photos for me while they were at it,” Conor mumbled. 

Quinn felt a smile beam over his face. 

“You are one lucky man, Huggy.”

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[insidekatmind]

Model~Alejandro Balde

Wearning: +18,smut

Request: yes!

The music was loud, the lights dazzling, and the stage was dominated by a runway that seemed endless. You, one of Victoria's Secret models, moved with elegance and confidence, wearing lingerie that highlighted every step you took along with the iconic Victoria's Secret wings. You knew all eyes were on you, but there was one gaze you could feel without even looking.

In the front row, surrounded by celebrities and honored guests, sat Alejandro Balde, your ex. Next to him were Lamine Yamal, Hector Fort, and Robert Lewandowski, all chatting and commenting on the show. But Alejandro... he couldn’t take his eyes off you. When you stepped onto the runway, you saw him smile—a smile caught between excitement and admiration. His gaze followed you, and for a moment, it seemed like he forgot he was surrounded by people.

“Wow… did you see Y/N?” he whispered to Yamal, who chuckled. “she so hot" Alejandro continues to mutter.

“Bro, you’re drooling,” joked Hector Fort, nudging him with an elbow.

You continued walking, maintaining your professional expression, but inside you felt electrified. You knew Alejandro was watching you. He had always told you that your walk was hypnotic, and now it was clear his opinion hadn’t changed. Every step you took felt like a silent message, a reminder of what you had once shared.

When your turn ended and you left the runway, the crowd erupted in applause for you.

As the applause continued to echo in the hall, you finally stepped off the runway and made your way to the dressing room. The moment you closed the door behind you, the chaotic scene transformed into a space of tranquility.

You stood in front of the mirror, your hair slightly disheveled from the performance. As you began to fix it, the silk of your dressing gown glided across your skin, creating a delicate contrast against your elegant lingerie.

You took a deep breath, allowing yourself a moment to gather your thoughts and regain your composure. But there was a knock at your door...

You turned your gaze towards the door, slightly taken aback by the unexpected noise. "Come in," you called out, your voice a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

The doorknob turned, and the door opened to reveal Alejandro standing there. His presence filled the room, his gaze locking onto you. He closed the door behind him, the sound of the latch echoing in the quiet space.

Neither of you spoke for a few moments. The air between you was charged with tension and unspoken words.

"What are you doing here?" you ask looking at him.

Alejandro met your gaze, a mixture of determination and vulnerability in his eyes. "I had to see you," he said, his voice low and sincere. "I couldn’t watch you walk that runway and not come back here."

He took a few steps towards you, closing the distance between you. The atmosphere in the room grew even more intense, the air heavy with the weight of your shared history.

You try not to fall into his beautiful eyes, like you always have. Alejandro could see the effort you were making to keep your guard up. He knew you still felt the same as he did, but he also guessed you were holding back just as much as he was.

He took another step forward, his gaze never leaving yours. His hand reached towards you, as if to touch your face, but he withdrew it before making contact.

"Y/N," he said softly, his voice filled with a mixture of pleading and understanding. "Don't act like you don't feel this too."

"What are you talking about?" you play dumb. Alejandro sighed, a slight hint of frustration evident in his expression. He was used to playing games, but not with you.

"Don't do this," he said, his tone firm but measured. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. The connection between us is still there, whether you want to admit it or not."

He took another step forward, now standing so close that you could feel his breath on your skin. "Just look at me and tell me you don’t feel it. Try."

You bite your lip knowing you couldn't lie.Alejandro watched you bite your lip, a habit he was all too familiar with. He knew that small gesture was a sign that you were struggling to keep your emotions in check.

"You can't lie to me," he whispered, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his face. "Your body betrays you. Your mind may be trying to resist, but your actions give it away."

He took another step closer, now standing so close that you could faintly feel the heat emanate off of him. "Admit it, Y/N."

Your heart pounded in your chest as Alejandro leaned in even closer, his body almost but not quite touching yours.

"Stop fighting it," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "Just let yourself feel what you want to feel. What we both know is true."

He reached out again, this time his hand gently cupping your chin, gently raising your gaze to meet his.

His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign that you were giving in. His thumb gently traced the contour of your jaw, his touch creating tingles on your skin.

"Please, Y/N," he whispered, his voice laced with desperation. "Just give in." He was begging now, wanting you to surrender to the attraction that still hung in the air between you.

Your mind was screaming at you to resist, to maintain your emotional distance. But your body, your very being, was responding to his presence in ways you couldn't control.

Alejandro's gaze was intense, his touch sending waves of heat through your body. You could feel your resolve crumbling, the wall you had so carefully built up was starting to crack.

His hand moved from your chin to your waist, pulling you closer so that your bodies were now brushing against each other. The space between you was almost nonexistent, the electricity between you crackling like an impending storm.

His gaze bore into yours, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Y/N," he murmured, his voice heavy with longing. "We can pretend all we want, but this," he paused, his hand tightening its grip on your waist. "this connection between us is undeniable."

He leaned in even closer, his lips hovering just millimeters from yours. You could feel his breath on your skin, warm and tantalizing.You looked at his lips and for you it was like a reminder of everything you've been through.

Alejandro observed your eyes lingering on his lips, realizing that you were reliving all the memories shared between you. He knew you were grappling with the same whirlwind of emotions that was spinning through his own mind.

He ran his thumb gently over your lower lip, almost tracing its contours. "Memories don't fade," he said softly, his voice filled with a mix of nostalgia and longing. "They linger, and we both know that what we had was real."

Your heart ached as his thumb moved across your lip. Those memories, those moments that you shared together, they were etched into your soul, impossible to ignore.

Alejandro continued, his voice even softer than before. "I can't deny that I still want you, Y/N. The past doesn't just disappear, no matter how much we wish it could."

He leaned in closer, his lips nearly touching your ear. "And deep down, I know you still want me too."Your heart ached as his thumb moved across your lip. Those memories, those moments that you shared together, they were etched into your soul, impossible to ignore.

Alejandro continued, his voice even softer than before. "I can't deny that I still want you, Y/N. The past doesn't just disappear, no matter how much we wish it could."

He leaned in closer, his lips nearly touching your ear. "And deep down, I know you still want me too."

Your eyes shut as Alejandro whispered into your ear, his words sending shivers down your spine. You knew that your breakup wasn't just about protecting your heart; it was also about protecting him from the intensity of your feelings.

But now, with him so close, with his touch against your skin, you couldn't help but want him, despite the fear of heartache that still lingered in the back of your mind.

His hand continued to rest on your waist, his grip just tight enough to pull you in closer. "Look at me," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

You slowly opened your eyes, meeting his gaze, and it was like looking into the storm in his eyes. There was a mixture of desire, vulnerability, and determination.

His body was pressed against yours, the closeness making it impossible to ignore the raw chemistry that still existed between you.

"Just admit it, Y/N," he said once more, his voice laced with both pleading and insistence. "Admit that you still want me too."

You lick your lips "I want you" you murmur.

Your whisper was barely audible, but the effect it had on Alejandro was instantaneous. His eyes widened slightly, a mixture of relief and hunger in them. He heard the truth in your words, the honesty that you couldn't fully hold back.

"Say it again," he demanded, his voice thick with desire. "Louder this time."

"I want you," you repeated, your voice a bit louder now. The words felt like a release, escaping from your lips with a mixture of longing and hesitation.

As you spoke, Alejandro's hand moved to the small of your back, pulling you even closer until there was no space left between your bodies.

He looked down at you, his eyes dark with a mix of raw desire and an almost primal need. His voice was low, filled with a hint of ragged breath. "That's what I wanted to hear."

He cupped your face with both hands, his thumbs gently tracing the edges of your jawline. "I've missed you," he muttered, his gaze intently fixed on yours.

The confession sent a pang through your heart. You had missed him too, more than you wanted to admit. But still, there was doubt lingering in the back of your mind. You couldn't shake the fear of being hurt again.

Alejandro must have sensed your hesitation because he leaned in, placing his forehead against yours. "Please," he whispered, his voice heavy with pleading. "Don't deny us this."You knew he was right, you were hurting yourself by separating from him. You hug him, leaning against him.

As you embraced him, your body pressing into his, Alejandro's arms encircled you completely, as if he was afraid to let go. He buried his face into your hair, inhaling your scent and relishing the feeling of you against him.

His grip tightened slightly, almost as if he was afraid you'd pull away from him again. "Don't leave," he murmured against your hair. "Please, don't leave me again."

“I promise,” you whisper and kiss him softly. Your declaration, a gentle whisper filled with promise, washed over him like a wave of relief. It was a promise he hoped to hold onto tight. As your lips touched his in a soft kiss, Alejandro's arms tightened around you further, pulling you impossibly closer. He returned the kiss, the touch of your lips on his own making his heart race like it had never raced before. He savored the kiss, his tongue gently coaxing yours, as if to remind himself that this moment was real, that you were really there, that he wasn’t dreaming, that you weren’t going anywhere anymore.

After what felt like an eternity, the kiss ended, but neither of you moved away. Your bodies were still closely pressed together, the silence in the room filled with the sound of your quiet breaths.

Alejandro pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you, to really look at you. His gaze lingered on your face, as if he was trying to memorize every detail, every curve. His fingers gently caressed your cheeks, and his voice was low when he spoke. “I’m not letting you go this time."

The determination in his voice was undeniable, as was the desire in his eyes. He looked at you as if you were the most precious thing he'd ever held, and you knew that he was serious.

"Not again," he continued, his fingers tracing the line of your neck. "We belong together, Y/N. We always have, and we always will."

As he spoke, he leaned in, his lips gently brushing the sensitive skin of your neck. The touch was light, but the heat of it sent shivers down your spine. He continued to trail soft kisses along your neck, his hands sliding down your waist to the curve of your hips, pulling you even closer against him.

The room seemed smaller now, the world outside fading into insignificance as his lips moved against your skin. His body was hard against yours, the evidence of his desire pressing into you. He inhaled deeply, as if trying to pull your scent into his very being.One of his hands moved from your hip, slowly sliding under the material of your robe to the bare skin of your back. The touch was almost reverent, as if he was tracing a sacred line across your body. His fingertips traced gentle, invisible patterns on your skin, causing goosebumps to appear in their wake.

The room was silent, the world outside completely forgotten as Alejandro's touch continued to explore your body with a mixture of tenderness and urgency. He was trying to commit you to memory, his lips kissing every part of you they could reach while his hands seemed to learn you anew.

Alejandro gently took off your coat leaving you only in your underwear. As the robe pooled at your feet, Alejandro’s eyes took in the sight of you in your lingerie. He breathed in sharply, his gaze roving over every curve and contour. His touch was gentle, a soft caress down your sides, as if he was afraid he might shatter you.

“You're even more beautiful than I remember,” he murmured, his voice slightly strained from the effort of holding himself back.

He pulled you back into his arms, his skin against yours, creating a delicious friction. His hands were now on your waist, pulling you tight against him, leaving no space between you. He could feel the heat of your body against his, the way your hips fit perfectly against his own.

You make little sweet sighs when Alejandro plays with your underwear taking it off.The little sounds you make as he slowly peels away the fabric of your underwear drive him crazy, each soft sigh adding fuel to the fire that's already raging inside him. He takes his time, his movements almost agonizingly slow, as if he's savoring every moment.

“You’re driving me insane,” he mutters, his voice thick with desire. He continues to caress your skin, his fingers feather-light on your hipbones.

As he gently guides you onto the makeup desk, the cool surface a stark contrast to the heat between you, he looks down at you. Your eyes are wide, your breath coming in shallow pants as you anticipate his next move.

Alejandro stands between your legs, his hands on your thighs, his gaze fixed on yours. He leans in, his body towering over you, and whispers, “Just lay back and relax.”

Alejandro lowers his head and licks a stripe in your folds.You let out a shudder as his tongue makes contact with your folds, leaving behind a trail of heat that courses all the way up your spine. Your hand unconsciously clenches the edge of the table, your body instinctively arching towards him.

He smiles at your reaction, his gaze flicking up to yours. "You're so responsive," he murmurs, his breath hot on your sensitive skin.

Then, his head dips back down and he starts to feast. His tongue works you slowly, methodically, alternating between broad, flat strokes and flicks that make you moan. Every movement is calculated, designed to drive you wild. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and he's enjoying every second of it. You can feel how much he wants you, how much he needs you. He sucks and licks and nips, his hands moving to your thighs to push your legs even wider apart, giving him better access. You’re starting to writhe on the table, your hands gripping whatever they can find to hold onto.

“You taste so good,” he whispers, his voice rough and full of need. “I can’t get enough of you.”

He keeps going, his tongue working you like it knows exactly what you need. Every touch of his sends waves of pleasure through your body

Alejandro licks harder and sucks your pussy like a man who hasn't eaten in days. You pull his hair. "Ale" you moan.His name is a moan that escapes your lips, a desperate plea for more. He looks up from between your legs, his eyes dark and intense. The sight of you, coming apart under his touch, only makes him want you more.

“You keep saying my name like that,” he grunts, his voice thick with desire. “It's driving me crazy.”

He dives back in, his tongue picking up the pace, harder and faster, as if he can’t get enough. His hands are on your legs, holding you steady.You moan feeling his tongue so skilled that it gave you pleasure. "Fuck so good" you whimper with pleasure.

Your words spur him on, his own desire burning inside him like a wildfire. He loves having you at his mercy, loves seeing you dissolve under his touch.

"That's it," he murmurs, his voice low and huskier than ever before. "Just let go. Let me hear you."

He knows exactly how to bring you to the brink, how to keep you there right on the precipice of ecstasy and agony. Every movement of his tongue is calculated to drive you wild, every touch sending little sparks of pleasure through your body.

Your hips start to move involuntarily, meeting his mouth with each movement. “Look at you,” he murmurs, his lips close to your skin.

“You look so beautiful like this. Falling apart under my tongue.”

You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your body taut like a bowstring, the pleasure building and building. His hands on your thighs only served to anchor you to reality, to keep you from completely spiralling out of control.

“Come for me,” he whispers, his hot breath on your skin.

“I want to see you lose control.”The words are barely out of his mouth before he returns to you, his tongue working you with even more fervor than before. He’s relentless, focused on bringing you to your peak with a single-minded determination. You’re so close now, teetering on the edge, and he won’t let up until he gets what he wants.

Your body can’t take much more, every touch sending you closer and closer to the precipice. Your fingers grip his hair, holding onto him like a lifeline, anchoring yourself to him as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm you completely.

“Please,” you gasp, “Please, Alejandro, I can’t… I can’t take any more…“

He responds with a satisfied hum, his lips against your skin. “Yes, you can,” he murmurs, his voice rough. “Just a little further. Let go. I’ve got you."

At his words, your body finally gives in, the pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave. You cry out, a hoarse moan that seems to echo through the room. Your body trembles, your muscles clenching as the orgasm washes over you. And throughout it all, his lips remain on you, slowing down just enough to bring you down from your high.

When you finally come back to reality, you look down to see him watching you with a satisfied smile.

“You’re beautiful when you come,” he murmurs, his voice still thick with desire. “I could watch you do that for hours.”

He looks as wild as you feel, his hair tousled from your hands, his lips slick and shiny. But there’s a fire in his eyes that tells you he’s far from done with you yet.

He moves up your body, bracing his forearms on either side of you, effectively trapping you between his strong arms. As he lifts himself above you, his gaze is still fixed on you, his expression one of pure hunger.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asks, his voice low and rough as his hips come to rest between your legs.

Your body is still coming down from the high, your skin sensitive to every touch. But you can feel him there, hard and eager against you. His gaze bores into you, his desire for you clear and unguarded. You can see the way he fights to hold himself back, to take this slow even though everything in him just wants to take you right now.

“I tried to be patient, to give you space,” he mutters, his lips against your throat. “But I can’t wait anymore. I need you too damn much.”

His words send a shiver down your spine, his need for you as palpable as his touch. You can feel his restraint slipping, his body tense as he holds himself back.

He moves closer, his chest pressed against yours, his breath hot in your ear. “I was going crazy without you,” he admits, one of his hands moving to your hip. “Thinking about you every day, wanting you every night…”

You gently caress his face. Your fingers tracing the sharp lines of his face cause his eyes to flutter closed for a moment. He leans into your touch, his body almost melting against you.

The simple act seems to release some of the tension in him, like he’s been waiting for this contact for days. He lets out a low sigh, his breath warm against your skin.“That feels good,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “Your hands on my skin..."

He moves a little, his body settling more heavily on yours, his weight pressing you down into the cool surface of the desk. You can feel every hard muscle, every line of his body, and it makes you want to pull him even closer, to hold him as close as humanly possible.

His head dips down, his lips seeking out the sensitive spot just below your ear. He places a gentle kiss there, his tongue tracing a delicate line down your neck.

“No one touches me like you do,” he mutters, his lips against your skin. “No one makes me feel like you do.”

His words send a jolt through you, a reminder of the power you have over him, how much he needs this, needs you. The realization makes your heart clench, desire heating up inside you even more.

"No one" you confirm softly.He lifts his head then, looking down at you with an intensity that makes your breath catch.

“No one,” he repeats, his eyes roaming over your face. “Not since the day I met you. You’ve ruined me.”As if to emphasize his point, he presses his hips more firmly against yours, the hard length of him rubbing against you.

You moan as you feel his hardness rubbing against your exposed pussy "Ale" you moan.Your moans are like fuel on the fire, sending his desire spiraling even higher. He groans, his fingers gripping your hips tighter as he rocks against you.

“God, you drive me crazy,” he mutters, his voice ragged. “Hearing you like this, feeling you like this… It’s too much.”

"get naked, I want you inside me now" you moan wetting his pants with your excitement.The sound of your words, the needy tone of your voice, almost snaps the last bit of his self-restraint.

“Anything you want, baby,” he whispers, his lips against your ear. “Just… give me a second.”

He pulls back reluctantly, his grip on your hips loosening. He stands between your legs, his hands moving to the buttons of his shirt.

Alejandro quickly undresses and enters you making you moan "fuck so good" you murmur.

The moment he’s inside you, it feels like something falls into place, the missing piece of a puzzle.

"Oh, god," he groans, his head dropping forward, his forehead resting against yours. "You feel so good."

He starts to move then, the slow, even pace setting a rhythm that’s driving you both wild. The only sound in the room is the smack of his skin against yours, the little gasps and moans escaping your lips as you cling to each other. His hands are on you, roaming over your body, touching every piece of you he can reach.

“I’ve been thinking about this for days,” he mutters, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Dreamed about you, wanted you so bad…“

He’s losing control more with every passing second, his hips moving faster against you, his breaths coming shorter and shorter.

“You’re so beautiful, so perfect…” he murmurs, the words torn from him like a confession. “I… I don’t think I can last much longer…”

"me too Baby, I'm coming again" you moan taking his face and kissing him.Your words and the feel of your lips on his send him over the edge.

“Come with me…” he husks, his fingers tangling in your hair. “I need you to come with me…”

He kisses you then, fiercely, as if he need to taste you and feel you to survive. His body moves faster, harder, each stroke bringing you both closer to the brink of ecstasy.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers, his lips against your ear. “Just let go. Just let go for me…”

Your legs are shaking and you come moaning his name. Your body tenses as the orgasm washes over you, your breath catching in your throat as you cry out his name. The sound of it on your lips does something to him, pushes him over the edge.

“Oh, god…“ he groans, burying his face in your neck. “You… you make me…”

He doesn’t finish his sentence, his words dissolving into a soft curse as he follows you over the edge, his body trembling

You stay like that for a moment, wrapped around each other as you both try to catch your breath. The room is quiet, the only sound your uneven breathing and the sound of your heartbeats.

He’s still braced above you, his body pressed against yours, his arms shaking slightly from the effort of holding himself up. He’s nuzzling your neck, his lips placing gentle kisses wherever they can reach.

You sigh contentedly and stroke his hair "I missed you" He hums in satisfaction, his body relaxing into your touch. “You have no idea how much I missed you,” he mutters, his lips still against your skin.

He lifts his head a bit then, just enough to look at you. His eyes are half-lidded, his expression a mix of contentment and satisfaction.

“I’ve been going crazy without you,” he admits quietly. “Every day felt like an eternity.”

"Nothing and no one will separate us Ale" you whisper.His arms tighten around you at your words, a shudder running through his body like he’s been hit by an electric current.

“Promise me,” he mutters, his voice thick with emotion. “Promise me that, no matter what happens, we’ll always find our way back to each other.”

"I promise baby".He lets out a shaky breath, his body visibly relaxing at your promise.

“Good,” he mutters, his fingers drawing lazy patterns on your back. “Because I couldn’t bear to lose you again. I don’t think I’d survive it.”

He’s silent for a moment, just holding you close, his heart beating steadily against your cheek. But then he lets out a soft sigh, as if some lingering worry has been lifted off his shoulders.

“I know it’s going to be hard,” he murmurs, his voice quiet. “But we’ll make it work. I’m not letting you go, not ever again.”

[vermilionsun]

This post translates directly to @musas-sideblog's about how Touchstarved ties with Victorian horror and implicit/metaphorical sex, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it, so here is a lengthy theory. Enjoy :)

Note 1: Victorian era authors used an unholy amount of ways to imply sexual feelings/acts etc, so I here I will include only the ones that are of interest. Note 2: I've highlighted the "most important" parts. Note 3: I'm not an expert at this, so please bear with me and feel free to correct me. Note 4: Do I need to add a TW? I think it's obvious-

Overview: What is Victorian Horror?

Victorian horror refers to the genre of horror literature, art, and culture that flourished during the Victorian era, roughly from the mid-19th century to the early 20th century, coinciding with Queen Victoria's reign from 1837 to 1901. This period was marked by a fascination with the macabre, the supernatural, and the dark aspects of human nature, reflecting the anxieties and societal changes of the time. 

Key Themes and Characteristics

Supernatural Elements:

Ghosts and Spirits: Tales of haunted houses and spectral apparitions were central to Victorian horror. Charles Dickens's "A Christmas Carol" (1843) and Henry James's "The Turn of the Screw" (1898) are notable examples.

Monsters and the Gothic: The era's literature is filled with monstrous creations and gothic settings, such as in Mary Shelley's "Frankenstein" (1818), Bram Stoker's "Dracula" (1897), and Robert Louis Stevenson's "Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde" (1886).

Science and the Unknown:

The Victorian period was a time of great scientific advancement, but also of fear about the implications of these discoveries. This is evident in works that explore the dangers of unchecked scientific experimentation, like "Frankenstein" and H.G. Wells's "The Island of Doctor Moreau" (1896).

Exploration of the Human Psyche:

Victorian horror often delved into the darker aspects of the human mind, including themes of duality, madness, and the hidden, sinister side of human nature. This is seen in "Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde" and Edgar Allan Poe’s works, such as "The Tell-Tale Heart" (1843).

Social and Moral Anxieties:

The literature frequently reflected Victorian society's fears and anxieties, including issues related to sexuality, class, and the role of women. Gothic novels often contained subtexts about societal norms and the consequences of transgressing them.

Urban Fear and Isolation:

The rapid urbanisation of the Victorian era contributed to themes of isolation, alienation, and fear of the crowded yet lonely cityscape. This is evident in the settings of many horror stories, such as Arthur Machen's "The Great God Pan" (1894).

Sexual Content: Victorian literature is renowned for its strict moral codes and conservative views on sexuality. Explicit depictions of sexual activity were considered taboo and were subject to censorship. Consequently, authors developed subtle and nuanced methods to imply sexual scenes or themes.

Literary Techniques for Implying Sexual Scenes

✧ Symbolism and Imagery:

Sexuality was often conveyed through symbolic imagery. Objects, actions, or natural phenomena could serve as metaphors for sexual activity or desire. For example, in "Dracula" by Bram Stoker, blood and biting symbolise sexual penetration and the exchange of bodily fluids, infusing the act with a sense of forbidden desire and eroticism.

Clothing and Undress:

Gloves: In Victorian culture, gloves were highly symbolic. The act of a woman removing her gloves in the presence of a man, or a man assisting her in this act, could signify a moment of intimacy or vulnerability. Similarly, a man giving a woman his gloves could be a sign of affection or a deeper connection.

Hats and Bonnets:

Corsets

Objects and Personal Items:

Locks of Hair

Jewellery

Books and Letters

Touch and Physical Contact:

Kissing Hands

Hand-Holding

Food and Drink:

Wine: Sharing wine or a meal in an intimate setting often suggested a prelude to deeper connection. Descriptions of characters drinking wine together in private could imply a romantic or sexual undertone.

Fruit: Certain fruits, like apples, grapes, or peaches, were laden with sexual symbolism. Eating or sharing fruit could represent temptation or indulgence. For instance, in Christina Rossetti’s poem "Goblin Market", the act of eating the goblin fruit is rich with sexual symbolism.

Flora and Fauna

Flowers and Gardens:

Roses: Roses were often used to symbolise love and passion. A red rose might suggest romantic or sexual attraction, while a wilted rose could imply lost innocence or sexual ruin.

Lilies: Lilies, especially white ones, represented purity but could also suggest a contrasting theme when associated with a fallen or tarnished character.

Garden Settings: Scenes set in secluded gardens or amongst lush, overgrown vegetation often hinted at secret or forbidden encounters. Descriptions of characters wandering through or tending to gardens could imply sexual exploration or awakening.

Flowers Blooming or Opening:  The blooming of flowers often represented sexual awakening or the act of losing one's virginity.

Nature Imagery:

Rivers and Water: Flowing water and rivers often symbolised sexual desire and the act of lovemaking. For instance, in "Tess of the d'Urbervilles" by Thomas Hardy, Tess's encounter with Alec d'Urberville is often described with metaphors of nature and fluidity.

Storms and Weather: Storms, with their intense energy and sudden outbursts, were frequently used to symbolise sexual passion or climactic moments.

Birds and Beasts:

Animals, especially those that are wild or predatory, often symbolised primal sexual instincts and desires. The taming or interaction with these animals could imply a character’s grappling with their own sexuality.

Fire and Heat

✧ Phrases and Sayings

Euphemistic Language

Descriptive Phrasing

Dialogue and Confessions

Private Spaces:

Secluded or Dimly Lit Rooms: Scenes set in private, darkened rooms often suggested clandestine sexual encounters. The privacy of the setting allows authors to imply what could not be explicitly stated. In Wilkie Collins’s "The Woman in White", many key interactions happen in secluded spaces, hinting at secrets and hidden desires.

Dreams and Fantasies:

Dream Sequences:

Dreams and fantasies were used to explore a character’s subconscious desires and fears, often revealing their suppressed sexual longings. These sequences provided a socially acceptable way to delve into erotic themes.

Hallucinations and Madness:

Moments of madness or hallucination could serve as a metaphor for overwhelming passion or uncontrollable sexual desire. These states allowed characters to express forbidden feelings in a way that was metaphorically safe.

Physical Interactions and Horror

Touch and Proximity as Menace:

Unwanted or Forced Touch: In horror, touch that is typically a sign of affection or intimacy becomes a source of fear.

Physical Closeness in Horror Settings: Close proximity in dark, secluded places amplifies the sense of claustrophobia and vulnerability, turning what could be an intimate setting into one fraught with terror.

Undress and Exposure in Horror:

Loosening Corsets and Vulnerability: The act of undressing or loosening clothing, which can be a prelude to intimacy, in horror often leaves characters vulnerable to attack or exposure of their deepest fears.

Food and Consumption in Horror

Cannibalism and Vampirism:

Blood as Sexual and Vital Fluid: The act of consuming blood, as in vampirism, blends the themes of sustenance and sexual exchange. The vampire's bite becomes a metaphor for both sexual penetration and the transfer of life force.

Example: "Dracula" is a prime example where blood consumption is deeply eroticized, with Dracula’s victims often portrayed in a state of ecstatic submission as he drains their blood.

Food as a Lure: Food and feasting, typically symbols of pleasure and indulgence, in horror contexts can be used to lure victims into dangerous situations.

Example: In "Goblin Market" by Christina Rossetti, the goblins’ fruit is both irresistibly tempting and dangerous, representing a forbidden and potentially fatal indulgence.

Plot and Character Dynamics in Horror

Power and Domination:

Common Dynamics with a Dark Twist

Predators and Victims: Characters who prey on others are often literal monsters in horror, representing the loss of control or innocence.

Secrecy and Concealment:

Hidden Desires and Monstrous Revelations: Characters who conceal their true identities or desires often find these hidden aspects manifesting as monstrous or terrifying in horror narratives, suggesting that repression can lead to dire consequences.

Clandestine Meetings and Forbidden Encounters: Secret meetings and forbidden relationships, often tinged with sexual implications, add an element of danger and fear, suggesting that transgressing social norms leads to horror.

Common Themes in Victorian Horror

Duality and the Doppelgänger:

Theme: The concept of duality, where a character has a hidden, darker side, or encounters a double (doppelgänger), often symbolises the internal conflict between good and evil within individuals.

Connection: This theme reflects Victorian anxieties about identity, morality, and the consequences of repressing one’s darker impulses.

Gothic and Supernatural Elements:

Theme: Victorian horror is rich with Gothic elements such as haunted houses, dark landscapes, and supernatural beings. These elements create a sense of dread and evoke the mysteries of the unknown.

Connection: The Gothic setting often serves as a backdrop for exploring human fears, isolation, and the impact of the supernatural on everyday life.

Decay and Degeneration:

Theme: The fear of decay and degeneration, both physical and moral, is a recurring motif. This theme often examines the decline of individuals, families, or societies and the consequences of corruption and vice.

Connection: This theme mirrors Victorian concerns about the erosion of social and moral values amidst rapid industrial and social changes.

Madness and Psychological Horror:

Theme: The exploration of madness and psychological horror delves into the fragility of the human mind and the terror of losing one's sanity. This often includes hallucinations, obsessions, and the thin line between reality and delusion.

Connection: This theme resonates with Victorian fears of mental illness, the limitations of medical knowledge, and the impact of societal pressures on mental health.

Forbidden Knowledge and the Faustian Bargain:

Theme: The pursuit of forbidden knowledge and the resulting consequences is a central theme. Characters who seek power, immortality, or forbidden truths often pay a heavy price, reminiscent of the Faustian bargain.

Connection: This theme highlights Victorian anxieties about scientific progress, moral boundaries, and the potential hubris of human ambition.

The Uncanny and the Unknown:

Theme: The uncanny involves the strange and unfamiliar becoming eerily familiar, often unsettling the reader and characters. It blurs the lines between reality and the supernatural, invoking fear and discomfort.

Connection: This theme taps into Victorian fears of the unknown, the foreign, and the otherworldly, reflecting broader anxieties about social and cultural boundaries.

Death and the Afterlife:

Theme: Victorian horror frequently grapples with themes of death and the afterlife, exploring the fear of mortality, the possibility of an afterlife, and encounters with the dead or undead.

Connection: These themes reflect Victorian preoccupations with death, the spiritual realm, and the possibility of life beyond death, often intensified by the era's high mortality rates and interest in spiritualism.

Isolation and Alienation:

Theme: Isolation and alienation are prevalent themes, often highlighting characters who are physically or emotionally detached from society, leading to their vulnerability and descent into despair or madness.

Connection: This theme resonates with the Victorian experience of industrialization and urbanization, which often led to feelings of disconnection and loneliness.

Class and Social Anxiety:

Theme: Victorian horror often explores themes of class and social anxiety, including the fear of losing social status, the consequences of poverty, and the tension between different social classes.

Connection: This theme reflects the rigid class structures of Victorian society and the fears and tensions that arose from social mobility and economic disparity.

Moral Corruption and Hypocrisy:

Theme: Victorian horror frequently critiques the era’s moral standards and exposes the hypocrisy of societal norms. Characters who appear virtuous often harbor dark secrets or engage in morally dubious activities.

Connection: This theme mirrors the Victorian concern with appearances and the underlying tension between public propriety and private desires.

The Five Pillars of Victorian Horror & The Five Love Interests

The Supernatural and the Gothic (Ais)

Essence: Victorian horror often revolves around the supernatural, blending Gothic elements to evoke a sense of dread and otherworldly terror. This includes ghosts, vampires, haunted houses, and curses, which create an atmosphere where the boundaries between the natural and the supernatural blur.

Impact: The use of Gothic settings and supernatural phenomena provides a backdrop for exploring deeper themes of fear, mortality, and the unknown.

Psychological Depth and Madness (Vere)

Essence: Victorian horror delves into the complexities of the human mind, exploring themes of madness, obsession, and the psychological effects of fear and trauma. Characters often grapple with their sanity, facing inner demons as terrifying as any external threat.

Impact: This focus on psychological horror allows for a deeper exploration of character motivations and the impact of societal pressures.

Moral Corruption and the Double Life (Leander)

Essence: Themes of moral corruption and the duality of human nature are central to Victorian horror. Characters often lead double lives, presenting a veneer of respectability while concealing dark, sinful secrets. This tension between outward appearances and hidden truths reflects the era’s social hypocrisy and fear of scandal.

Impact: These themes critique Victorian society’s emphasis on propriety and the dangerous consequences of repressing one’s true nature. The idea of a double life or hidden self adds to the horror by suggesting that evil can reside within anyone, masked by a facade of normalcy.

Decay, Degeneration, and Disease (Kuras)

Essence: The themes of physical and moral decay, societal degeneration, and disease permeate Victorian horror. These motifs symbolise the fragility of human life and the inevitability of decline, reflecting the anxieties of a society grappling with rapid change and uncertain futures.

Impact: By focusing on decay and degeneration, Victorian horror underscores the transient nature of life and the ever-present threat of corruption and decline, whether through ageing, moral compromise, or societal breakdown.

Isolation and Alienation (Mhin)

Essence: Isolation and alienation are pervasive themes in Victorian horror, often depicted through characters who are physically or emotionally cut off from society. This separation heightens their vulnerability to external threats and internal fears.

Impact: Isolation serves to intensify the psychological tension and sense of dread, as characters confront their fears alone. It also reflects the era’s social and existential anxieties, including the fear of being disconnected or outcast from society.

Generally, I believe each LI connects with a pillair (as seen above). Perhaps by looking at the archetypes we could deduce propable endings and route elements.

Forgive me, for the following part is MESSY;

Ais

Vere

Leander

Kuras

Mhin

[solo6677]

A Little Tired of Life

There is a popular song out right now that starts "Do you ever get tired of life" then it goes "you are not really happy but you don't want to die". Well that is my life. Who am I? I am Richard Johnson. I am a 48 year-old married man. I am 6 '2 with brown graying hair, brown eyes and an athletic build. 

I have been married to my wife Victoria for the last 20 years. Together we have raised an 18-year-old daughter. Her name is Amanda. I work in an office building downtown as an accountant. I have three good friends and a so-so friend (you know the type). 

Back to my life, my marriage doesn't feel like a marriage, I feel more like we're roommates. I enjoyed my life with my wife until our 1st was born 18 years ago. It's not that I don't love my daughter It's just that my wife hasn't been intimate with me. We haven't had any sex for 18 years and as a date night goes yeah you can forget that.

We don't even sleep in the same bedroom. When my wife and I first started to date I made a promise to her that I would not cheat on her. However, this is increasingly becoming more difficult as I have not had a life, sex, or any intimacy for many years. I am not sure how much more I can take.

Monday night I came home from work. I had a lousy day but I brought home with me 2 tickets to a new musical opening up downtown. I wanted to surprise my wife so I bought flowers and a good bottle of wine, her favorite, to tell her about the show. I thought since we haven't been out in a while this would be a fun time for both of us.

When I made it home, she was sitting on the couch watching one of her reality shows that I can't stand. I walked up to her and asked her to pause her show. She didn't even look up at me and said no. I looked down at her and told her I had a surprise for her, again she said no. At this I became enraged.

I threw the flowers on the floor and stormed off to my room. I called my friend Robert the so-so friend from before. I knew he was a fan of musicals so I asked him if he wouldn't want to go and he immediately said yes. I then told him we would talk about plans for later.

I then went back into the living room to my wife and told her that Robert and I were going to the show. She looked at me and said quite meanly, "Whatever" then she asked what night it was for? I told her it was going to be on Wednesday night. That was 2 nights from now.

She smiled and said she already had plans with Amanda. I asked her what they were doing and she just had a sly smile on her face and said “girl things”. I then went to open the wine for her and I. We made small talk and then after a few glasses we both went to bed.

On Wednesday I met Robert for drinks before the show and we talked about our lives. I told him about the way things are and how unhappy I was. Then that aforementioned song about being a little tired of life came on the jukebox. I then looked Robert in the eyes and told him that is me to a tee. I then told him I wish I could just disappear. Robert's eyes lit up. He had an idea. He then told me about Evie's Emporium.

That it was a shop in the mall. It has all kinds of transformative items. lt probably had what I needed to disappear. He then told me about AdoniX. He said with this I would transform into an alpha male and I could just disappear. I thought that may be my answer and I thanked him. I paid for his drinks even though Robert was rich. He didn't like to spend money and we went to the show.

After the show I arrived home to an empty house. I grabbed a beer, sat down and watched all the sports highlights for the night. I looked around at the empty house and thought to myself, could I really give this up? After a few more beers and I said fuck yeah. The next day after work I went to the mall to check out Evie's Emporium.

I was astounded by how many products were in this one store. They had clothes, accessories, makeup shoes, and even skin bodysuits. I walked around bewildered until a customer service rep came up to help me. Her name was Mara. She asked me what I needed and I told her that I was looking for AdoniX. She smiled and walked me over to the vials potion section.

As we went by the shoe department I could see another associate Bruna explaining how high heels could be a very transformative experience for a very attractive female customer. As we went to the potions section, I saw another associate Erica talking to another attractive female customer about how great the big black dildos feel. Then I continued to follow Mara some more. We then passed the manager's office and emblazoned with big gold letters was the name Q. Evie Hyde.

The Q made me curious so I asked . She laughed and said it meant Queen. I thought maybe it was a joke and went on with her to go find the AdoniX. When we arrived, Mara picked up the bottle. She told me that it was their last bottle and that it was permanent.

I told her that it didn't matter to me. Then I said that I planned on disappearing and not coming back. I asked her how much and she told me the price. It was a little more than I thought it would be but it was the last one so I purchased it and then left to go home.

When I got home, I took my purchase to my bedroom. I kept thinking where the best place to hide it would be. The fact that my wife and daughter never go into my bedroom I decided to hide it in my sock drawer. I then went to the living room to watch some TV. About an hour later my wife and daughter came home laughing.

I asked where they were as they had been out all night. My wife gave me the same answer she normally did: “girl stuff”. I tried to do some small talk with my wife and my daughter but just got frustrated and went to my bedroom to be by myself.

The next morning at breakfast I was informed that my wife and daughter were going to visit her mother for the weekend. I thought this would be the perfect opportunity to use AdoniX and go on with my new life. As this was now Friday morning it gave me time to plan out my new life too. I went to get ready for work when I saw Amanda coming out of my room. I asked her what she was doing and she said she had to use my bathroom because hers was not working correctly.

I just nodded okay and then I heard Victoria getting off the phone. "Okay we will be packed soon and we'll leave in about an hour, see you soon love you." She then told me that it was her mother and their plans had changed and they were leaving within the hour. I was overjoyed by the news. This meant I could put my plan into motion a lot quicker. After they were packed, they got in their car. I said my goodbyes and they went to her mother's.

The minute the car was out of the driveway I got on the phone and I called off of work. I went and showered and dressed then I went to the bank. I closed up my account and took out a small loan, I'm going to be a new man so how would they find me to pay anyway. I went to my lawyer and changed my will leaving everything I had to Robert. Finally, I went home to take my AdoniX.

I got home and locked the door then ran into my bedroom. I pulled the vial from my sock drawer and read the instructions on the back. It said to take off all jewelry and clothes as the transformation could make your body bigger. So I followed suit. I took off all my clothes until I was fully nude.

Next it said that it may be disorientating at first so not to be standing. I made my way over to the bed and I sat down so that way I would not fall over. Finally, it said that this vial of AdoniX is permanent and cannot be reversed. After reading that final warning I smiled and drank down the whole vial.

The taste was similar to strawberries and cream. At first, I felt nothing and then my whole body felt like it was on fire. I was profusely sweating and my heart was beating out of my chest. I looked at the bottle again for warnings and side effects. That was when the label fell off to reveal not AdoniX but an Elixir instead!

I started to read over the Elixir and I found out it was permanent and I wasn't going to be an alpha male, I was going to be a female. No sooner had I read the back but I started to feel much pain. My body shrunk from my 6'2 frame to a 5'7 frame. My hands got really dainty and my fingernails started to grow. My legs and feet got smaller and more feminine. My body hair all over dissolved to leave me just the hair on my head. My brownish gray hair started to spill out down my head and changed to a dark brown. My hips widened and then the pain became so unbearable I passed out.

When I awoke it was already night time. I could see the Moonlight beaming through my window. I went to sit up when I noticed my body felt different. As I sat up, I saw big titties. I felt them and a chill went through my body. I got out of bed and walked over to my mirror and stood in shock. The vision before me was absolutely gorgeous.

The woman I saw had dark brown hair and had real deep brown eyes. I touched my hair to realize I was her. My tits were big and my pussy was bare. I reached two fingers down to feel myself. It felt really wet and I jumped on my bed to give myself my first female orgasm. I then took a steamy shower, not able to keep my hands off myself.

After the third or was it the fourth orgasm I went to my daughter's bedroom to look for some clothes. I was able to find a set of underwear a black bra and panties that fit me.In her closet I was then able to find a black dress that fit me but snug in my chest. I then went to my wife's room, looked in her closet and found a pair of black stiletto heels. I put on my new heels and went to start my new life.

I grabbed all I wanted from my house. I called an Uber, got in and left. My next stop would be at a hotel for the night before I found a more permanent place to live. Well in the Uber I started to feel horny and very playful. I made sure the driver kept his eyes on me as I flashed my tits and masturbated most loudly. He drove off the road a couple times.

When we reached the hotel, I asked him in a breathless voice how much I owed him for the ride? He was quite pale and told me it was on the house and he thanked me for being his best customer. I smiled and pulled him in for a kiss. I gave him a kiss on the lips and told him I had to give him something. He blushed and told me that it was his pleasure and then he drove off.

I grabbed my suitcases off the ground and I went into the hotel. Inside I went to make a reservation and a very pretty young redhead was at the counter. I read her name tag and it said her name was Sarah. She was younger, probably in her early twenties. She had freckles on her face and very pretty eyes.

I asked her about a room and she unfortunately said they did not have any vacancies. I told her I had cash but she said unfortunately nothing is available. I went to turn away and then she called me back. She told me that I looked desperate and in need so I could have her room for the night. She asked me how much I could pay and I lied and told her $200. She accepted the $200 and handed me her room key and then blushed. I could see that she was interested in me.

So I asked if she was going to be spending the night with me in her room. She blushed again and said she has a couch she can sleep on. I then walked behind the counter to surprise her and kissed her full on the lips. I felt her nipples stiffen as I pulled her in for a quick hug. I also felt my pussy get wetter after she started to kiss me back. Smiling I asked her when she got off for the night and blushing she smiled back and said in about 15 minutes. I then made sure to tell her that I will see her in her room after her shift and I kissed her again. Walking away she asked my name and I said Rachel.

I took the elevator up to the fifth floor and I found the room. I opened the room to see a young woman's room as I figured Sarah had to be probably 21 or 22. I looked into a full length mirror in the room and got a better view of it myself. My body was the body of a late 20 something year-old year-old. My hair was dark brown and on my shoulders. My brown eyes were almost hypnotic. I went to undress when I heard the door open. It was Sarah.

She looked at me and walked over without a word and started to kiss me again. As we kissed my hand started to get bold and I touched Sarah's tits. They weren't as big as mine but they were enough. She started to moan and then she grabbed my dress and started to take it off me. I then grabbed her uniform and unbuttoned it to see her tits in a pretty flowered bra.

As I took her clothes off, I admired how firm her body was. I then threw her on the bed and finished undressing her. I laid her on her back and then started to suck on her toes. I then started working my way up her legs. When I got to her pussy, I noticed the way her hair was shaved. She had it in a heart shape. I started to kiss up her tummy and then each nipple.

I then started to kiss her lips again as I kissed her, I put two fingers in her soaking wet pussy. She started to squirm and moan then I went down on her and started to suck on her clit. She moaned even more as I then took my tongue and licked her to her first orgasm of the night. She then told me to lay down.

As I did she started to kiss me all over then she took her tongue and started to lick my pussy. I couldn't believe how good this felt. She then stuck her tongue inside of me and I exploded into my first real female orgasm. After we both orgasmed again Sarah pulled out a dildo from a drawer and fucked me with it all night.

After we were done Sarah smiled and told me that I was the first lesbian experience she ever had. Matter of fact I was the first female she was ever attracted to. I smiled and said she was my first lesbian experience also and by far better than I ever imagined. We laid in each other's arms until morning's first light.

In the morning she made breakfast for us and tried to return the $200 I gave her. I refused to take it back as she let me rent the room. She kissed me again and said that I could stay as long as I like. I thanked her and told her that I was going out to buy some clothes but I would take her up on her offer.

After that I got dressed and went back to the local mall. When I got there, I had all my credit cards and cash. I went from store to store and purchased everything I would need from clothes to underwear, to shoes, and even makeup. I was about to leave the mall when I again saw Evie's Emporium. I stopped in to look at the clothes and the accessories there.

I saw Mara this time she was helping a very handsome male customer. I also saw Erica helping an older woman with clothing this time. I was looking at collars when I was approached by another woman. She told me her name was Evie and that she was the owner of the Emporium. I asked what they did here at the store and she told me that she loves to bring out ones inner bitch and make dreams come true.

I then went and thanked her and told her what a life-changing experience this store has been. I then purchased a few more items including a couple collars, some more permanent elixirs and even something called SimpX. You never know when you might need something I thought. I then left the store and walked around for a little while.

I then went back to the hotel to wait for Sarah to get off of work. I had bought some groceries and decided to make her a wonderful dinner. As soon as I arrived at the hotel, I could see Sarah behind the counter helping someone with their reservation. I just smiled at her and went back to our room. When I got back to the room, I pulled some items out of my bag, put my clothes and shoes away and then took a long sensual bath touching myself the entire time thinking of Sarah.

After my bath I started to make dinner. I made pasta and pulled out some red wine that I bought. When Sarah finally came in, I watched her eyes bulge out. I was sitting on the couch in a brand-new pair of blue lingerie and sitting on the table next to me was our dinner. She started to head over to the bedroom when I stopped her. I told her to come on and eat first and then we can play. Sarah blushed and then sat down.

As we ate, we talked about each other's day. I told her how I went to the mall and made a bunch of purchases. I then told her that I was looking for a new place to live and maybe even a job. I asked her if she liked what she was doing. She looked at me and said she hated her job but this is the only job she knew. Then I told her I came up with an idea: what if she didn't have to work, what if neither of us had to work? She looked at me very inquisitive and said what do you mean? I then pulled out a bottle of Elixir.

This bottle will change your life like it did for me. I was a nobody going nowhere, then I took this bottle and I became a goddess. How would you like that to happen for you? Sarah smiled and asked me how so I handed her a bottle of elixir and I told her to drink it. Sarah, with no question asked, drank it down and then she began to change.

Her hair grew out and got darker almost like a blood red, her body grew out to make her almost the same age as I am. Her eyes became more vibrant and looked incredible. I then went back into my bag and grabbed a magic collar.

This collar said evil bestie on it. I asked her if she wanted to wear it if she wanted to be my evil bestie, Sarah grabbed it and threw it on her own neck and I knew we were meant to be. She also asked me to call her Delilah from now on. That night we took turns using the strap on i bought and fucked each other all night long. Right before we fell asleep I looked into Delilah's eyes and knew that she was the one that I truly loved.

The next day it was time to put my plan into action. Delilah and I left early from the hotel on her day off. We went to visit my friend Robert. Robert was a millionaire who lived in a giant mansion with many servants. When we got to his place I knocked on the door and his Butler answered. I told him I wanted to see Robert that I'm a friend of a friend and I gave him Richard's name. Robert immediately came to the door and let us in.

I pulled Robert into his living room and talked to him and told him that myself and Sarah wanted to show him the time of his life. So, Robert then let us into his bedroom where we all undressed and had three-way sex. While Robert was resting, I decided to put my plan into action. I took out a vial of SimpX and poured it down his throat.

The change was almost immediate; he had gone from a 6-foot man to a very feminized 5'2 sissy. His hair had grown longer, gone from a sandy brown to a very dark brown.

He was still naked from our sexual adventure so I could see his cock shrink till it's just a little cockle. When he woke up, I put a magic collar around his neck that said slave and locked his cockle in a cage. He immediately addressed me as mistress and asked what he could do to service me. I pulled out more of the magic collars and told him to call in his servants one at a time as they will soon be mine. Robert agreed and I proceeded to turn his Butler into a female slave. And then all the maids into my slaves also.

Almost a month later since we moved in with Robert. Delilah  and I have not been happier. We have sex every night in front of Robert while he has his cock caged. I keep thinking maybe to use the elixir on Robert but not yet. I happened to be resting outside by the pool when I saw a very familiar face show up next to me.

I saw my ex-wife Victoria and my daughter Amanda. They came to see Robert. It appears that my ex-wife and my daughter had used elixir from what the sissy Robert told us and were using their elixir bodies to fuck him for money behind my back.

I started to talk to Victoria and asked her if she was married. She laughed and said no, my husband disappeared almost a month ago. Then she started to laugh. He was such an idiot, she said.  I asked her what she meant by that and she told me that she had Robert tell him about AdoniX. So she knew her husband would be interested in buying it since she hasn't been interested in him in years.

I laughed too, yeah what an idiot I said then what? She told me that she then had my daughter sneak into the bedroom and change the vials from AdoniX to a permanent Elixir. She could only imagine what her husband looks like now. We laughed about it a little bit more and then I asked her if she would like to see a new room in the house.

She said yes and she followed me. I introduced Amanda to Delilah then pulled her aside and told her my plan. I had Delilah show Amanda her bedroom. When Victoria and I reached my bedroom I pushed her down on the bed and knocked her out. When she awoke she asked me why I did what I did . I just looked her in the eyes and told her “Thank you, you stuck up bitch!”

“I love my new life now”, she then had a look of fear in her eyes that made my pussy very wet. I will never forget the look in her eyes when she realized it was me. I said” I love being an evil bitch. I get to fuck a woman I love and now I get my revenge on you. You worthless cunt.”

She tried to get up to hit me but then realized that I had tied her to the bed. I then went to my closet and got out the slave collar. I threw it around her neck. I kissed her once more on the lips and told her I want a divorce. I then had an evil smile and said welcome to slavery bitch. Meanwhile in Delilah‘s room she did the same thing to Amanda.

Less than a year later Delilah and I got married. I love the way that she treats my ex-wife and my daughter. She treats them like the worthless slaves they are. That was something about her that absolutely turned me on.

I gave them both my ex-wife and daughter permanent Elixir and used two more collars on both of them, the slut collar and also the bimbo collar. They both work at the local strip club making money to bring home to me.

Robert, I decided to turn him into Roberta. I gave him elixir but again used the slave and slut collar on him or her. She actually is now my personal maid. Also my three friends I alluded to earlier, are enjoying their new lives and couldn't be happier! I love my life now and just to think at one point in time I was a little tired of life.

Also my three friends I alluded to earlier, are enjoying their new lives and couldn't be happier! I love my life now and just to think at one point in time I was a little tired of life.

If it wasn't for Evie , Erica, Mara, all the other writers who bring out the best in transformations this wouldn't have been written.

Thank you all

[thelovetheystole]

It's that time again. Another long rant from me, on this Sunday morning.

I still gets to me when I see W*ndy's name in the spoilers. Like, I don't want to accept that TPTB gave this woman a place in the village, and that this character, with such a horrid introduction, is still there. And has been now for as long a period of time as we got to have Ryan as Robert.

And sometimes they let her talk about 'my L*e' with a sort of fond expression. (When was the last time, before very recently, anyone on the show thought of Robert fondly?) And I get he's her son. But she, nor he, had any history going back on this show before that god awful night in 2019. The show expects me to care about her?

Maybe, if her and her sons had been characters we already knew, maybe if we had seen their terrible life with the equally terrible dad that apparently shaped them all. But we didn't.

What we the viewers have seen however, since 1986, is Robert:

• Being born

• Losing his mum

• Cuddling baby lambs at Emmerdale Farm in the company of Jack, Joe and gran Annie

• Getting a new mum who loved him

• Being the most awkward little boy who ran away from home and didn't have any friends and who couldn't get his line right in the Christmas nativity

• Finding a best friend in Andy

• Getting a slap across the face from his father for basically not wanting to be a farmer

• Watching his second mum burn to death in a barn and learning his former best friend, now brother, was responsible and watching his dad cover that up

• Being given his first beer on his 15th birthday by Zak Dingle

• Constantly saying he feels like he's unwanted in his own family and is always disappointing his dad

• Having to leave the village at 19 with nothing, except his father saying not 'I love you', like W*endy would have said to L*e, instead 'I don't hate you' was the best Jack could do

• Watching them bury his father from afar, feeling like a stranger who still doesn't belong

• Falling in love with Aaron

• Redeeming himself while helping Aaron through the worst thing possible

• Finding Liv and stepping up, growing to love her like another sister

• Making peace with Andy and helping him escape the country

• Coming out to Aaron and telling him about what his dad did

• Saving Aaron's life and getting engaged

• Owning up to what he did with Rebecca and ending up loving his son so much

• Letting Aaron go, even if it means him being with Dr. Hair

• Marrying the love of his life in front of the entire village

• Living his best life with Aaron, Liv and Seb, planning to have another child

• Agonizing over what happened to his sister, and being unable to help her

• Turning himself in, even though he knew Aaron was willing to go on the run with him

So, to close, I don't like Wendy, lol.

And it's not like she has done one good deed after another is it? Working with an incomplete/fraudulent nurses license, lying to Victoria, Harry's inheritence being lost because of it, leading to David getting shot, cheating on Bob, not once but A LOT of times, in her place of work, and then making herself the victim... But hey, she did help someone get the hang of breastfeeding once.

[viesantewrites]

𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝

(𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧)

Robert Fischer (Inception) x Reader

note: Hey guys, I‘ve rewritten this story a bit and decided to post it on my sideblog. I've changed some of the themes and also that the main character is no longer an OC named Victoria, but the reader. I think this story is kinda difficult to write, which is why I've rewritten it several times. I love plots like Shutter Island and tried to do something similar here & it‘s also a story about parasocial relationships and unrequited love. I think this is my darkest story and the one that stays with me the most, even years after I wrote it…

summary: The reader is hopelessly in love with her boss Robert Fischer, but he doesn't seem to be interested in her. By an unexpected coincidence, they meet in the city and his sudden intense affection for her confuses her. The reader begins to suspect that something is wrong, and when she finally uncovers the truth about her encounters with Fischer the heartbreaking reality is revealed to her.

you don‘t have to watch the movie to understand the story.

age gap, but the characters are both adults. Robert is 37-39, is divorced and has a child. The reader is about 28/29.

word count: 5000+

warnings: topics like mental illness, depression, this is a quite dark and heavy story

It was just half past seven when she heard the familiar footsteps in the corridor approaching the office next door. A key was inserted into the lock and a moment later the door opened.

Glancing around to make sure her workspace wasn't too messy, she threw an old paper cup into the bin before her boss poked his head through the door.

"Good morning, Miss YLN, so busy already?" he asked with a tired smile. "It doesn't reflect well on me as a boss to have my assistant here before me. I'm sorry, Monday mornings are always a bit stressful for me."

"No problem, Mr Fischer. I've already sorted the mail for you, it's on your desk," she said kindly, watching him as he took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack, a little damp from the rain.

"Thank you, I can count on you."

He was a very elegant, handsome man, about ten years her senior, with dark hair, blue eyes, high cheekbones and an elegant black suit. She must have stared at him a little too long, because he turned to her with a questioning smile.

Immediately her cheeks flushed and she turned back to her computer screen, but by then Mr Fischer had already approached her and put some documents on her desk. "Please scan them all and email them to Mr Parker, he's been waiting for them for days," he said to her. "It would be best if we sat down together later and quickly discuss my tasks for today, there is a lot to do. If I'm not mistaken, I have a client meeting at three today."

"At two, sir," she corrected him, handing him a planner with today's date thickly underlined.

He started to grin. "You see, this is exactly why I have an assistant."

Fischer disappeared into his office.

She sighed slightly and went to work scanning the documents. She had been working for Fischer Morrow, one of the world's largest energy companies, for barely a month. Their headquarters had moved from Sydney to London after the death of their CEO, Maurice Fischer. Her current boss, Robert Fischer, was a direct descendant.

She liked Fischer Jr a lot. He was friendly, supportive and didn't get angry when things didn't go to plan. But in some ways he always seemed so unapproachable. For example, he never talked about his private life and YN had no idea who he was outside of work. Then again, he was her boss and his private life was none of her business. But deep down she admitted that she was very interested in him.

The days flew by and she finally felt as if she had been employed by Fischer Morrow for an eternity. But who Robert Fischer really was remained a mystery.

One evening, as she was about to leave, she quietly opened the door to Fischer's office. He was sitting in front of his computer, his chin resting on his hands. "Have a nice evening, Mr Fischer." He jumped slightly, obviously not having heard her come in, but then he smiled. "Thank you, you too."

YN looked at her watch. "It's almost half past seven, don't you want to finish your work soon? Don't you have a wife waiting for you?"

Mr Fischer shrugged. "I've been divorced for a few years now, and I only see my daughter at weekends. The only thing waiting for me is an empty, dark apartment."

YN held her breath. It was the first time he had told her anything about his private life. But in the same second, he seemed to regret his words.

"No one waits for me either," she said. "Except for my cat."

Fischer raised an eyebrow with a smile. "At least that's something."

Finally she said goodbye and left the office. But all the way home, she kept thinking about her conversation with Fischer.

Was he perhaps as lonely as she was?

Tired, YN lay in bed. She didn't even have the strength to change her clothes and remove her make up. Although she wanted nothing more than to get out of that itchy, uncomfortable dress and tights. A quiet meow sounded beside her and she felt something soft brush against her arm. Smiling, she pulled the cat closer and buried her face in its white fur.

Since leaving her small home village for London, she had no one to talk to. Her old friends had all left her and moved on with their own lives. Robert Fischer was the only one she spoke to regularly, though it was far from a friendship. With the cat in her arms, she turned to the other side. But what if she had feelings for him?

Maybe she should tell him. But wasn't that too much? He was still her boss, after all, and there were probably plenty of women who were interested in him.

She quickly pushed the thought aside and closed her eyes.

Robert Fischer turned curiously when he heard the quick clicking of heels in the corridor. Panting, his assistant opened the door and dropped her bag on the desk.

"Miss YLN, are you okay?"

Her hair was messy, her coat hung loosely over her shoulders as if she hadn't had time to put it on properly, and her lipstick was a little smudged.

"I… overslept," she said, panting. "I'm sorry."

Fischer looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "It's okay. But it shouldn't happen again."

"Of course not, sir," she replied immediately.

He quickly disappeared into his office and returned with a thick stack of papers and a folder.

"Would you be so kind as to sort these documents alphabetically for me? They've been on my desk for days and I haven't had a chance to get to them. I know it's not an exciting task."

She nodded and took the heavy pile from his hand. Fischer thanked her and hurried back to his office.

Sighing, she set to work. But with each page, she found her concentration fading and her mind wandering. Her head ached, her eyes burned and she felt incredibly tired. But she tried not to show it, kept working as hard as she could and finally put the sorted file back on Mr Fischer's desk.

Exhausted, she walked back to her office, sat down in her chair and buried her face in her hands. She was shivering and her ears were ringing. Was it because she had forgotten to take her medicine today?

"Miss YLN?" she heard her boss' voice.

She turned immediately and forced a smile. "Yes, Mr Fischer?"

"I have an job interview scheduled for ten, would you be so kind as to prepare the conference room for it?"

"Of course, sir."

He stopped halfway and looked at YN questioningly. "Are you okay? You look so pale." She nodded quickly, forcing a smile. "Everything's fine, Mr Fischer." Fischer looked at her, raised his eyebrows, then handed her the key to the meeting room and disappeared back into his office.

A strange feeling of dizziness spread through her head as she walked down the long corridor leading to the conference rooms.

What was wrong with her today?

When it started to get dark outside, YN finally turned off her computer and reached for her bag. The strange dizziness had improved during the day, leading her to conclude that she simply needed a break from work. Fortunately, it was Friday. She knocked gently on Fischer's door, as she always did before leaving, to wish him a pleasant evening. He was sitting there as usual, his chin resting on his hand, deep in thought. He glanced up briefly and nodded politely, noticing her in the doorway. He looked stunningly handsome today, even after this long and exhausting day.

"I didn't ask you how the job interviews went this morning," she asked curiously. Fischer shook his head. "Terribly," he said. "None of these people I'd want in my company." His voice was cold and dismissive, and for a moment she thought he was referring to her, even though she knew he meant someone else. She smiled awkwardly and shrugged slightly. "Well, maybe the next one will be better."

Fischer remained silent.

"Have a good weekend, Mr Fischer."

"You too, Miss YLN." He gave her a friendly smile.

"Do you have any plans for the weekend? I know a good restaurant, would you like to join me?" The moment she realised what she had just said, she bit her lip, her face turning red. Had she completely lost her mind? She desperately hoped he hadn't heard what she'd asked, but it was too late. She could see Fischer raise his eyebrows in confusion and stare at her.

"No, Miss YLN. I'm not interested. I keep my work and personal life strictly separate." She immediately looked down, embarrassed. Thoughts raced through her mind like a rollercoaster and her cheeks felt as if they were on fire. "I'm sorry, Mr Fischer, I shouldn't have asked you that." She finally grabbed her bag and left the office without another word, feeling Fischer's gaze on her back.

It was drizzling lightly as she walked through the busy streets of London. The cold air did her good and she felt her head clear a little.

Why had she done this? It had been clear from the start that a man like him would reject her. But the words had come out of her mouth as if she had completely lost control. She felt a tear roll down her cheek and quickly wiped it away. She didn't want to have a mental breakdown in public, even though it felt like Fischer had torn her heart into a thousand pieces. Suddenly the strange dizziness returned and her vision blurred slightly. The sounds of London became muffled, as if she were incredibly far away.

"Miss YLN, wait!" she suddenly heard a voice behind her that seemed to be getting closer.

She turned around. The dizziness had disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Startled, her eyes widened as she saw the person in front of her - it was Mr Fischer. What was he doing here? Had he followed her? She tried to speak, but all she could manage was a hoarse stutter.

"I wanted to apologize, Miss YLN. It wasn't very nice of me to brush you off like that," he said with a gentle laugh. His voice sounded strangely different, softer than usual. Wordless and spellbound, she stared into the pair of light blue eyes before her, apologetic and gentle in their expression. She knew Mr Fischer had blue eyes, but she'd never noticed how incredibly bright they looked.

"It's okay, don't worry," she managed to say, her knees shaking with excitement.

"No, no, Miss YLN. I'll think about the dinner offer, okay? Just because we work together doesn't mean we can't have dinner together, does it?" Fischer suggested, and she nodded slowly, then smiled.

Why this sudden change of heart?

"Well, see you soon." He waved goodbye and YN, still completely confused, raised her hand in response. But before she could form another thought, he had disappeared into the crowd.

Carefully, YN pressed the shutter on her old camera, focusing the lens on the small lake in front of her. Satisfied, she lowered it. She was confident that this snapshot would turn out well. This park was a place she often visited to clear her head and pursue her passion, photography, as it offered many beautiful subjects. Especially now, in autumn, when the trees were covered with colourful leaves and the silence was slowly descending, with only the occasional pedestrian passing by.

Her dizziness had eased a little, but not completely. Fortunately, it was Saturday and she had the whole day to herself. YN sat down on a bench under a tree that looked to be at least a hundred years old.

She sat there for a while, lost in thought. Eventually she got up and made her way to the West End. The streets of London were noisy and busy as she walked, looking for a warm place in a café and something to eat. Crowds of people rushed past her, music played from somewhere and loud voices filled the air. Exhausted, she rubbed her temples. Maybe she should have stayed home and rested.

Suddenly she held her breath as she spotted a familiar face in the crowd. Dark hair, high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes. Fischer. But before she could think, he had already noticed her and started to smile at her.

"Miss YLN, how nice to see you! What a coincidence!"

It was the first time she had seen him in his casual clothes rather than one of his business suits. But this was no less elegant and stylish. He was wearing a well-fitting black coat, a grey knitted jumper underneath and black trousers. It was so strange to see him outside his office at Fischer Morrow Company. Suddenly he didn't seem so unapproachable and distant anymore.

"What are you doing here?" she asked curiously.

He paused for a moment. He seemed to be considering whether or not to tell her.

"I took my little girl to her friend's house for a sleepover. She's been asking me for weeks because her mum won't let her."

"So you're a cool dad," YN replied.

Fischer rolled his eyes. "I'm the one who lets her get away with everything. We had to turn back twice because she realised she had forgotten her favourite stuffed animal and her toothbrush."

She laughed softly. In a strange way, she enjoyed him talking so openly about his life.

"Oh wow, that looks amazing. It's quite old, isn't it?" Mr Fischer pointed to the camera around her neck. "From the 1960s. But it takes incredibly good pictures for that time," she explained. Fischer seemed genuinely impressed. "Do you have more like it?"

"I have quite a few. From the 50s to the 80s, actually, and of course some modern digital cameras. Photography has been my passion since I was a child," she explained. Fischer looked at her with an interested smile. "So there's actually film in there that needs to be developed?" she nodded in confirmation. "Some photo shops still offer that service, yes."

Mr Fischer seemed genuinely interested in her hobby, asking her questions about it as they walked side by side through the streets of London. She felt incredibly comfortable in his presence and hoped he wouldn't leave so soon. Finally he pointed to the camera again. "Would you take a picture of me, please? I'd like a 60's style photo of myself." YN's heart began to beat faster in her chest. What had he just said?

"Of course, Mr Fischer," she replied nervously. "Robert. My name is Robert," he replied. Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks, completely surprised. No one at Fischer Morrow Ltd called him by his first name, and outside the company she had only heard his uncle, Peter Browning, call him Robert.

"Let's find a nice spot for the photo," he said, letting his gaze wander until it settled on a beautiful fountain.

Carefully, she picked up the camera, took a few steps back and held it directly in front of Robert's face. "Smile, please," she instructed him, finally pressing the shutter.

A pedestrian who had just passed them looked at YN with a confused expression and shook his head. Frowning, she looked after him before carefully tucking the camera into her handbag.

Are you hungry?" asked Robert. "We could go to a restaurant."

Surprised, she looked at him. "I don't know…" she said hesitantly, biting her lower lip. In fact, she had never expected to be asked such a question.

He looked at her with raised eyebrows and she could see the disappointment in his eyes. Finally, she worked up the courage to say what was on her mind.

"It's just… To be honest, you told me yesterday that you were someone who kept your work and personal life strictly separate. Maybe it would be better if we did. After all, I'm your employee."

As much as she wanted to spend time with him, she was afraid of developing even more feelings for him. Robert nodded slowly and shoved his hands into his coat pockets.

"I really like you. I just never wanted to show it, that's why I was so reserved with you and told you I wasn't interested in you".

She closed her eyes and let out a sigh as a ton of thoughts went through her head. Robert finally nodded at her with a slightly disappointed look on his face and turned on his heel.

"Wait!" she called after him.

He stopped immediately and looked at her hopefully.

"Let's give it a try, shall we?"

"YN… is that a French name?"

Robert's voice sounded slightly tipsy as he grinned curiously at her, twirling his wine glass casually in his hands.

He had taken her to a rather fancy and expensive place, the walls were dark wood panelling, the chairs were covered in red velvet and soft jazz music was playing on one of the radios. Robert looked hauntingly beautiful that night. His skin seemed incredibly soft and flawless, his jawline even more prominent, and his blue eyes shone almost ghostly in the dim light, almost like he wasn’t real…

She smiled, nodded and took a sip from her glass. "My father is French. I grew up in France but moved to England when I was 15."

He nodded with interest, rubbing his chin with his finger.

"And you? I heard you're Australian," she asked curiously.

Robert laughed and ran a hand through his dark hair. "Well, my accent makes it obvious."

YN blushed and looked down at her plate. What a stupid question.

But Robert didn't seem to mind too much, because he started talking about his life in Sydney, how he had finally moved to London after his father's death, and she listened with interest.

But suddenly he stopped and looked at her thoughtfully. "But I'm probably just boring you."

YN immediately shook her head. "No, you're not," she told him. "I find it really interesting to find out all this about you."

At that moment a waitress came to their table with a smile and asked YN in a friendly tone if she had enjoyed her meal. But the waitress paid no attention to Robert, YN noticed with surprise. Perhaps she was just being extra polite to the lady.

Robert pulled out a black leather wallet and rummaged through it. Quickly, YN pulled a few notes out of her habdbag and handed them to the waitress. "Keep the change," she said.

The waitress looked at her with wide eyes, "Thank you, ma'am," she said gratefully, "have a nice evening.

Then she turned and left the table.

"You didn't have to do that," Robert said. "As a gentleman, it's actually my job to pay."

She shook her head in amusement. "I bet that's never happened to you before, has it?"

Robert shook his head and took the last drink from his glass. There was a moment of silence between them.

"Okay. So what's the plan for the rest of the evening?"

She looked at him in surprise. As soon as he said the words, she felt a tingle in her stomach.

The church clock struck twelve as she crossed the street hand in hand with Robert. It was freezing, and she had pulled her scarf so far up her face that only her eyes and nose were visible. Her date looked at her with amusement. "Are you going to rob a bank?" he asked, laughing out loud.

"Shh!" she snapped at him, putting her fingers to his lips. "You'll wake up the whole neighbourhood."

Although it was quite dark and she could only make out Robert, she knew that his typical mischievous grin was back on his face. She pulled him firmly behind her until they reached the small white building.

"Is this where you live?" Robert asked.

She put her finger to his lips for a second time until Robert stopped talking and looked silently into her eyes. Her heart was beating in her chest as she finally stood on her toes, put her arms around his neck and placed her lips on his. Robert returned the kiss without hesitation and gently pulled her into his arms. YN could hardly believe what was happening. It was everything she had secretly wanted for months. They remained like this for a moment before she finally let go of him and reached for her key.

She felt for Robert's upper arm and finally pulled him into her apartment, closing the door behind him. She immediately wrapped her arms around him and began to kiss him again. His lips were a little cold and tasted of wine. Together they stumbled backwards into her bedroom, taking off his coat, which she tossed carelessly to the floor.

Robert's fingers stroked carefully along her hip and fumbled a little with her belt while she was busy putting little kisses on his neck. With slightly trembling hands she pulled his jumper over his head and Robert took her hand.

"Are you nervous?" he wanted to know. She remained silent.

"Don't be," he whispered softly into her ear, taking her in his arms again and pulling her onto the bed. Breathing softly, she clung to his chest, leaned back and finally closed her eyes as she felt his warm skin against hers.

The sun shone through the half-open curtains, creating a narrow, bright streak across the floor. Blinking, she opened her eyes and stretched. But immediately a sharp pain shot through her head again and she held her forehead tiredly. Confused, she sat up and tried to remember what had happened yesterday.

But when she heard soft breathing next to her, she turned quickly and all the events of last night came back to her. Smiling, she looked over at Robert, snuggled up next to her in her beige blanket, sleeping peacefully. Tenderly stroking his messy hair, she lay down beside him again and then began to caress his bare chest. Perhaps what they had done was wrong. After all, they were two people who should never have fallen in love. But it had happened, and it felt so right. They remained in this position for some time, Robert asleep and YN lost in thought.

Her eyes swept through the bedroom until they settled on a small white box on her dresser. Quickly sitting up, she reached for it and put a small pill into her mouth. Eventually, Robert began to move a little beside her, opening his eyes tiredly. Smiling broadly, she gave him a small kiss on the tip of his nose.

"Good morning," she whispered.

"Good morning," Robert murmured in a raspy morning voice.

"Did you sleep well?" she asked.

"Yes, wonderfully." He yawned loudly and took her into his arms as she laid her head lovingly on his shoulder.

"Wait, what time is it?" he suddenly wanted to know.

"Quarter past ten, why do you ask?" she replied.

"Shit," Robert muttered as he let go of the hug, jumped out of the bed and started to pick up his clothes, which were strewn all over the floor.

"Wait, wait, where are you going?" she asked, looking at him in confusion.

"I should've picked up my daughter by now," he replied, hurrying to get dressed.

Sighing, she pulled the blanket around her a little tighter. "Can't it wait? Can't you stay for breakfast?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm sure she's already waiting for me.“ Robert dodged her questions, grabbing his coat on the floor and sighing when he saw her disappointed look.

He walked slowly towards her, stroking her chin with his finger, and finally whispered: "We can catch up later." Then he put a soft kiss on her lips before turning around and disappearing through the door. She sank back into the pillows and pulled the blanket over her head.

The rest of Sunday flew by. Mostly because her mind was on Robert and she could hardly wait to see him again tomorrow at work. She had probably never looked forward to a Monday in her life as much as she did that day.

The next morning, YN carefully applied her lipstick and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She noticed that the collar of her white blouse was a little crooked and quickly adjusted it. She wanted to look her best for Robert today, so he wouldn't change his mind and lose interest in her.

Humming softly, she put on her black high heels and grabbed her handbag. She quickly put another pill into her mouth and put the box in her bag. Her headache was completely gone and her head finally felt clear and light again. In a good mood, she breathed in the fresh morning air and made her way to work.

Her heels clicked on the floor as she walked down the familiar corridor of Fischer Morrow. The lights were on in Robert's office. She ran a final hand through her hair, smoothed her blouse and opened the door to her own office.

The air was stuffy and hot. Coughing, she ran to the window and opened it.

"Good morning, Miss YLN, I hope you had a nice weekend," a familiar voice sounded from behind her.

Startled, she turned to see Robert's face as he stuck his head through the door, as he always did.

Why didn't he call her by her first name? Confused, she stared at him, trying to form a clear sentence. "But… But… we spent it together…" her voice finally broke. Her head suddenly hurt again.

He seemed so different again. Not the Robert she had spent the weekend with, not the one who had apologised for being too rude to her, not the one who had made her laugh and told her about his life. He seemed more like the one she had worked with for months, the one who never revealed anything about himself.

"Miss YLN? I haven't seen you since Friday, when you left my office after… asking me that question."

Her heart almost stopped. Suddenly her knees gave way and she sank to the floor.

"Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?" Concerned, he bent down to her. "Do you want to go home and rest?"

She nodded slightly and wiped a tear from her eye, which had turned her fingers black from the carefully applied mascara. Then she got up and left the office.

At home, she lay motionless on her bed, tears streaming down her cheeks. She couldn't think straight and her throat felt incredibly dry. The door to her room, which was only ajar, opened gently and something small and white slipped through. Sniffling, she stretched out her arms and lifted her cat onto the bed.

Everything that had happened that weekend had been fake. She had made it all up. And all of this happened because she had forgotten to take the pills against her hallucinations. Robert hadn't really followed her on Friday evening; it was all a figment of her imagination. While his real self was still sitting in the office, probably not thinking about her at all. Everything suddenly made sense: why Robert looked a bit different, why his voice sounded different, the waitress who ignored him on Saturday because she couldn’t actually see him, the pedestrian who gave her a confused look because she was talking to herself while taking the photo.

The photo.

She immediately got up, put on her shoes and ran to the photo shop where she had left the film to be developed. Her heart raced as the staff handed her the envelope with the photos. Trembling, she finally grabbed the Saturday night photo, without looking at it herself, and held it up to the staff's face. "What do you see?" she asked.

The young man looked at her in confusion, but remained polite. "The fountain at Piccadilly Circus. Great picture, it turned out really nice."

"Anything else?" she asked.

"No, ma'am," he replied, and it felt like a slap in her face. Fischer had never been there with her. Only her lonely and sad mind had led her to believe that he was interested in her and loved her. Tears welled in her eyes and she left the shop without another word. When she got home, she immediately took the white box of pills from her handbag, rushed into the kitchen, opened it and poured the pills into the bin.

Crying and with burning eyes, she finally lay down on her bed and buried her head in the pillow as her cat purred softly beside her. She must have stayed like that for hours, as the sun began to set again outside her window. When she finally lifted her head and wiped the tears from her face, she saw a dark haired man sitting beside her bed, looking at her lovingly with his pale blue eyes. A smile suddenly appeared on her face and she began to laugh, pulling the man into a tight hug.

some explanations because i know that story is kinda mind-fucking:

• Is Robert Fischer all a creation of the readers mind?

- No he actually exists, he’s her boss and she‘s in love with hin but she imagines dating him.

• When is he real, when is he fake?

- - The Robert Fischer in the office is real, he turns her down when she asks him out, leaving YN heartbroken. The moment she leaves the office, she starts to imagine what it would be like if he apologised to her, so the man who follows her is just her imagination. The real Robert Fischer is still in his office at Fischer-Morrow.

When she visits the city on Saturday and meets "Robert" and goes on a date with him, it's also just her imagination. That's why other people react to her with confusion, because she's basically talking to herself all the time. On Sunday morning, when she wakes up next to him, he's still fake. When she takes her pills, he quickly "disappears" (he says he has to pick up his daughter...) because they stop her hallucination.

On Monday morning, when she gets back to her office, the real Robert Fischer is there again, who hadn't seen her since he had rejected her on Friday evening.

When she gets home, she throws away her pills and her hallucination starts again. The man who sat next to her on the bed and comforted her is again the imaginary version of Robert.

[emmlivia]

My lego friends full name headcanons part 1

These are what I headcanon the lego friends characters full names to be, based off some other posts where they show what they think the lego friends last names are, but this time full names (+ details about it, also, the full names for characters from the original and still here will all apply to the original, girls on a mission and next chapter canons in my headcanon)

Original 5 girls:

Olivia Victoria Castillo-Flores

• I liked the idea of making Olivia have a double-barreled last name from the original post so I decided to do so for mine but put 2 different last names, and i might’ve gotten Castillo from Mrs. Castillo from dreamzzz, and I just like how her name sounds, also, I think she is Hispanic in all canons but is a much lighter skinned Latina in the classic series

Emma Louise Parker

• Louise is actually Emma’s canon middle name in the original show as she says it in the episode, snow way

Cassandra Andrea Jackson

• definitely a Michael Jackson reference

Mia Camille Smith

• originally I thought of her middle name as Claire and last name as Thomas but i thought that what I actually went with sounded much better, also, ninjago reference with me choosing Camille as her middle name

Stephanie Alice Thompson

• her mom’s name is Alicia, so I think Alice is a pretty close name for her middle name

Next chapter crew:

Aliya aurora jones

• her middle name was a bit hard to come up with but I felt like aurora works pretty well

Sabrina Autumn smith

• I thought what if autumn was just a nickname and middle name since her hair looks like the leaves in the fall, and also because I thought Sabrina was a cute name choice

Leonardo Alejandro Mateo Gonzalez

• I think that Leo would have a long full name (as well as some other characters), I might’ve gotten the idea for Mateo from dreamzzz

Liann Marie Chen

• i originally wanted her middle name to be Ann but that would just not work as well, and I definitely got the idea for Chen from ninjago and it’s a pretty common Chinese last name, so I think it works and her voice actress’ last name is Chen as well

Nova Ella Bailey

• it was hard for me to come up with a good full name for nova, but compared to autumn, I kept nova as her first name

Oliver James Simmons

• Olly’s full first and middle name is a reference to 2 actors in Harry Potter, and I also like how his full name sounds

Audrey Paisley Roberts

• I also thought of paisley’s name being her middle name like with Andrea and autumn

Zachary Jeffrey DuPont

• Zac’s full name is actually Zachary in the show and I liked the idea of DuPont for a French last name

Next would be about the side characters and villains of the series

[veryveryverytemporarily]

So I wrote this ficlet for Christmas then didn't post it because I wanted to add to it, but then the converstaion with Aaron about ghosts made me realize I'd written the same idea haha. So here it is anyway...

‘Oh, Aaron, I was hoping I’d see you. Can I have a word? Not here, outside?’

There was something about her eyes, so he’d put back the mince pies he’d been going to buy and followed her into the night.

She’d kept walking until she was out of earshot of customers choosing vegetables, and then she’d turned and looked up at him, face lit by sparkling angels high above them on Main Street.

‘It’s about Christmas.’

‘Did my Mum put you up to this? I’m not joining her for the Dingle dinner this year, I’ve told her that.’

‘No, not your Mum. This is about my Christmas, well, mine, and yours, too.’

She was searching his face, and something about her expression made him suddenly breathless. He took a step backwards, buried his hands in his pockets.

‘So, wh…what then…is it that you want me to babysit Harry? Is it that? ‘Cos you know I will...,’ he could hear a tremor in his voice.

‘No, Aaron, not that.’

Her eyes were like saucers looking back at him and he felt his strength seeping into the night.

‘There’s no easy way of telling you this…,’ she said.

‘Telling me what?’

She reached up and held his sleeve, he could feel his heart blundering around in his chest even before she spoke. Hadn’t he had enough knocks?

But he knew what she was going to say, and when she did speak, her words were just an echo, as if time had splintered and sent him ahead so he opened his mouth…

‘It’s Robert,’ they both spoke in unison.

‘…isn’t it?’ he added weakly, looking down at the glistening black surface of the road where he could see stars reflected.

‘Yes,’ Vic was still holding his sleeve, anchoring him. ‘Robert’s coming home. He’s been released.’

He stood at the top of the drive going down to the Mill. Watching.

He saw his Mum outside wearing dark glasses against the afternoon winter sunshine and a warmer round her wrists. Paddy, calling out to her, wrapped in a red scarf, held Evie’s hand as they made their way over towards the entrance of the Woolpack.

Bundled up in a kid’s fur coat, Evie saw him from the distance, smiled, and waved.

He waved back, then when Chas turned in his direction, he looked away. He had no space in his head for the aggro. Not today.

So, instead he returned to watching the turning at the top of the street. Watching for a taxi.

‘I’ve got a return flight booked to Southampton to bring him back. He said he’d manage on his own, but he’ll be disorientated in the big wide world and I want to make sure he gets here alright,’ Vic had said. ‘I don’t even know how much cash they give them, the discharge grant or something, I read about it on the families forum.’

‘Seventy-six pounds,’ Aaron had stated.

‘And then what? Left to fend for yourself on the street if you haven’t got family?’ Vic observed darkly.

‘Well luckily he’s got you,’ Aaron had answered, swallowing. What he’d wanted to hear her say was ‘And you.’ But he wasn’t Robert’s family anymore, was he? What would Robert want him to be?

His stomach felt hollow. What if Robert didn’t want him around at all?

‘Wendy’s going to have Harry until I’m back,’ Vic went on.

‘Does she know?’

Victoria shook her head with a frown as she focused on extracting a blue shirt from its wrapping, and changed the subject.

‘I got him this, and those boxers, and socks,’ she gestured with her chin, ‘and that sweater and these jeans, do you think they’ll be alright?’

She held the jeans up.

Aaron blinked and nodded.

The wool sweater Vic had got for him was midnight blue. He’d reached out when her back was turned and touched the cuff of it.

Darkness dropped swiftly. In his head, the street was haunted.

Like an ancient battle ground, wraiths, and phantoms: In the haze beneath the fur tree with its fairy lights, Aaron could see them.

Finn for one, hair combed and neatly dressed with his cupid’s bow pout, popping over to the Wooly for a pint of Christmas sherry.

Jackson waiting by the bus stop, raising a can of beer to his mouth, still asking the eternal question - Did you love me?

And there was Gerry; goofing about, trailing along behind him as he went out running - but no, he mustn’t think of Gerry because that would make him think of Liv. And thinking of Liv was impossible.

He straightened his back.

A way behind him a door opened and lit the drive so he could see his shadow on the sparkly tarmac appear and disappear again. He heard footsteps and boyish voices, and then Suni and Nicky passed him with a courteous but cautious evening, and close behind them Ethan, who stopped, eyelashes fluttering over shining cheeks.

He had to admit that he’d been flirting. Now he felt incredulous. One day he’d apologize, but not tonight.

Ethan was talking but he’d had to say pardon because he hadn’t been listening.

‘It’s Suni’s first venture out since, well, you know. We’re taking him for a pint; do you want to join us?’

‘No,’ Aaron answered abruptly, and then added, ‘Thanks but, no, anyway.’

‘Oh, well, have a good night then,’ Ethan replied.

Aaron hardly registered his confused frown as he walked on. None of it mattered, he was deleting his recent past, like scrubbing out lines in a badly written text.

He was looking to his real past; all the memories; a heady treasure trove full to overflowing, lost but maybe if wishes could come true, he might hunt it out and unlock it all over again - and x marking the spot was a small cottage on Main Street.

As if on cue the full beam of headlights rounded the corner and a taxi crawled into the street and slowed to a stop, engine turning.

He reeled forward, his heart erratic.

But then Suni, Nicky and Ethan appeared again and he realized his mistake.

He stroked a hand down his face and tried to calm his breathing as the taxi reversed accompanied by the sound of receding laughter, and left him to the silence and the ghosts.

And then in his pocket his phone buzzed. Vic leaving a text.

I thought you’d be here. We’ve been back ages.

He’d been trying on the clothes and his long pale fingers were pulling down the hem of the sweater over his midriff, when Aaron stepped in over the threshold.

His skin was ghostly white, his cheeks hallow. His hair was long and he’d got some sort of beard going on. For a moment it was hard to reconcile this man with the image he’d been carrying round in his head of the husband he’d lost.

But his eyes; grey -green like the sea at Filey on a blustery spring day, staring back at him like he would sweep away all his defenses, his eyes were all Robert.

And it took all his strength not to reach out and hold him, like a possession: His possession. His man; his only man, finally here in front of him.

[daydreamtofiction]

Hi ddtf! So i was wondering.. if you could cast anyone to play the characters in your fics who would you choose? I have completely fancasted TSNC and the feature in my head and would love to see how close I am to what you envision

Love you and your writing 🩵

Oh I love this question and am 100% about to give way more info than anyone wants or asked for.

Thou

F. Ben - BC obviously. But specifically for me it’s Sherlock era Ben (s2 to get even more specific). But I know there’s readers who imagine him completely differently which is really interesting.

Ellis - Margaret Qualley is who I’ve been picturing a lot while writing. But I could also see someone like Laura Harrier, Victoria Pedretti or Marine Vecth. They all have Ellis vibes to me.

Mara - Kate Beckinsale. Or maybe Emily blunt, or Zawe Ashton. Oooh imagine Zawe Ashton and Laura Harrier playing sisters *chef’s kiss*

Alfie - James Norton

Gina - Suki Waterhouse, but with that rich party girl aesthetic of a 2012 Peaches Geldof

I haven’t really put much thought into any characters beyond these 5.

The feature

Ben - sexy QUEUE photoshoot Ben obv

Quinn - totally undecided, but I do find myself picturing Mara Lafontan a lot when writing Quinn (even though she’s not an actor). Only difference is I imagine Quinn having collarbone length hair with lots of layers, very 90s inspired.

Nick - Robert Sheehan

Lacey - Simone Ashley

Faye - Elizabeth Mitchell

Dan - Iwan Rheon

Ellen Ford - Helen Mirren

But honestly when it comes to the main characters in these fics (the reader), I purposely try to avoid physical descriptions as much as possible. Though I don’t doubt I probably haven’t done it perfectly, my main goal is for anyone to be able to read my stories and identify in some way or another with the reader, regardless of physical features, race, ethnicity, size, body type, hair colour/texture/style etc.

Whatever you picture my characters to look like, you’re correct. Lmao.

[krustyasthejokerau]

✎𝒥ℯ𝓃𝒽ℴℴ𝒹❀

(Just a little spoiler part one)

29th of April 1959

The stars were out tonight that sparkled and shine over the city of the unknown state because we were in the countryside of America where farmers were doing their jobs for giving folks some food and water and warmth. (I mean, this is the different time in the different place, after all.)

Somewhere in the countryside of America, a 8-year-old boy Cecil Terwilliger was laying down on the grass with his 17-year-old brother Bob Terwilliger as they watched the stars together while their mother Judith Underdunk was going on labour in the barn after the rest of their family had no idea that she was pregnant again.

“Why the sky so dark?” Cecil asked curious.

“Hmm, because it’s nighttime.” Bob replied, “Nighttime means way past your bedtime.”

“Why are the stars so bright?” Cecil asked again.

“So everyone could watch them when they are bored,” Bob replied.

“Why are people yellow and sometimes brown?” Cecil asked.

“It’s the way God made them,” Bob replied.

“Why the grass so soft?” Cecil asked.

“It’s depends on how season goes for the grass to be soft or hard,” Bob said while rolling his eyes. “And now, I have a question for God; Why did we have to travel all the way here when our mother goes labour and there’s no hospital here?!”

“I have a question for God, too.” Cecil replied, “Where do the babies come from?”

“I think you’ll find out when you grow up,” Bob replied.

“Why not now?” Cecil asked, raising his eyebrow.

“Trust me, you don’t wanna know.” Bob replied.

~~~

Meanwhile, Robert Terwilliger was holding his baby girl in his arms as he couldn’t believe what he and his wife Judith were sharing this moment.

The baby girl was a strong one with a mix of ginger and red curly hair that looked similar to her older brothers and her mother, blue sapphire eyes just her deceased grandmother Victoria Terwilliger and a little bit of freckles. She came to the world with a strong cry with a hint of giggle and she was already strong enough to grab hold on her father’s finger.

“I can’t believe she had your mother’s eyes, son.” Eric Terwilliger, Robert’s father, replied, “If only she could see her granddaughter now…”

“What really surprised me that she came to the world unannounced, as if she was waiting to come to see her family.” Judith smiled with a tired sigh, “She’s a strong woman who just couldn’t wait any longer.”

“Indeed,” George Knight, Victoria Terwilliger’s father, replied. “My Vicky gave us a blessing to the family.”

“Yes, a blessing!” Richard Terwilliger, Robert’s grandfather, cried out in joy. “Wait until the boys get a closer look at the little bundle.”

“How am I supposed to tell my parents?” Judith suddenly remembered that her parents wanted to her to have two children and not a third one.

“I’ll explain to them,” Robert said while the baby girl looking around and tried to reach out to her mother who gave her a pink pacifier to suck with it.

Then, Bob and Cecil came to the barn and saw their baby sister.

“Ah, boys!” Richard smiled. “Come and see your baby sister!”

Cecil came closer to his baby sister while looked at him curiously, she then tried to reach out to her older brother in front of him.

“So…” Cecil spoke, “When will I play with her?”

Richard chuckled, “She’s just born 15 minutes ago. I’m sure you’ll be able to play with her for the next few weeks time.”

“Would you two like to hold your baby sister?” Judith asked.

“Yes, please!” Cecil smiled and carefully holding his baby sister, “Hello. I’m your big brother Cecil and this is our big brother Bob, you came to the world with a big smile on your cute face. Man, I’m jealous that you have a smile like that. And don’t worry about what the people will say about you, me and Bob will look after you and teach you everything we know.”

The baby girl looked at Cecil before her eyes were on Bob and tried to reach out to his big red hair.

“Oh, I don’t think so.” Bob said, “Last time I hold a baby, he yanked the heck out of my hair.”

“By he, as in me?” Cecil asked while moving his baby sister closer to Bob, knowing well what Bob meant.

“You know what I mean…” Bob said before he realised that the baby was gently grabbing his hair and stroking it smoothly. “Huh?”

The baby just smile through her pacifier and Bob took her from Cecil in his arms, they both looked at each other for a while before she nuzzled against his chest that made him feel so warm with a smile.

“What’s her name going to be?” Cecil asked his parents.

“We haven’t thought about what her name is going to be,” Judith replied.

“I think I know,” Robert replied. “I thought we could name her Mona. But maybe we’d call her Jennifer Victoria Terwilliger.”

Eric looked at his son, “You’re putting your mother’s name on your daughter?”

“Yes, Jennifer Victoria Terwilliger…” George said, “And we can nickname her Jenny. Just like we name my daughter Vicky.”

“Ah, little Jenny…” Richard spoke before looking at the baby and eyes widened, “What the…?”

“What?” George asked before looking at Jennifer, “Oh… Oh, that little mischief bundle. Mooning at us already, are you?” He smiled at her mischief moments.

“George,” Judith spoke while raising her eyebrow. “Newborns don’t moon at people.”

“Well, this one might.” Bob replied, and he was right that Jennifer was indeed mooning at Richard and George who giggled.

~~~

Later that night, while everyone was asleep, Jennifer was gazing at the stars as she was wide awake with curiosity and smile at the moon gleaming over her.

This little bundle had a huge road ahead of her, and she was going to have a big adventure yet.

[criminalmindsgonewrong]

faby watches Twilight

@lil-koala

(about charlie) he's so hotch coded

nobody:

edward: 😶

he literally looks like he's about to have an orgasm in class

I love how he tries to slam the door but it didn't close

why does everyone love her

why did she tilt the ketchup like that? why is she giving it a handjob?

her mom is hot

not her holding up the book. "I'm not like other girls I read and listen to my music"

I'm tired of pretending as a society that we are unattracted to Robert Pattinson

about daddy Carlisle, "He looks like he fucks real good"

why is she sleeping like that

I can't take this movie seriously-WHY IS HE JUST STANDING THERE

WHY DIDNT YOU LET THE AN KILL ME U BITCH

oh they have super speed and super strength and super sexy (about Victoria)

edward: are u afraid

faby: no turned on x

not I trust you after he just told you he's gonna kill you

edward: you're my own personal brand of heroin

faby: that's so romantic why don't you call me that

does he appear on camera lenses?

can he see himself in mirrors?

(she's very concerned by how little Stephanie Meyer conforms go traditional vampire lore x)

that motherfucker (jasper) never talks

(about charlie) wow I wanna suck his dick x

*Charlie cocks the gun* oh I know its that big

they look so funny in their little baseball get up

poor Charlie:(

*Edward sucking Bellas blood* see this is hot like what do u mean u can't stop thats sexy what do u mean I taste that good

(about charlie) omg I know he pulls hair and. chokes real good, from the back x

I'm invested now I want to see Taylor Launtner as a werewolf

I rate it 7.5 out of 10

[hplovecraftmuseum]

MEDUSA'S COIL was a tale H. P. Lovecraft ghost wrote for his client Zealia Bishop. The tale takes place in a lowland area of Missouri and is exceptional for many reasons. Here Lovecraft mentions several important artists who saw fame during the 'Symbolist' period around the turn of the 20th century. The tale concerns a pair of young men who were friends in their college years. In fact the history of the pair is somewhat reminiscent of the young artists and students of The Latin Quarter in Paris, France. The 'smart set' of the Latin Quarter included many art students from England and America. Robert W. Chambers was a fairly successful artist in the Paris Salons and lived in France for about 7 years. He was an American from a fairly well to do family of New York. Certainly the Brit and Yankee students brought up in Victorian times must have seen some wild happening as students in France where Queen Victoria was not an overarching influence. The Latin Quarter was featured in Robert W. Chambers, THE KING IN YELLOW tales. In the Bishop/ Lovecraft tale, MEDUSA'S COIL, one of the youths has met and married a dark and beautiful French woman quite similar to the demon/ priestess Asenath Waite from Lovecraft's tale, THE THING ON THR DOORSTEP. The husband's pal who happens to have the last name Marsh - Marsh is the surname of one of the fish/ frog hybrid humans of THE SHADOW OVER INNSMOUTH - paints a portrait of the dark and mysterious wife of the tale. Unusual for anything written by Lovecraft (ghost written or otherwise) the painting is rendered of the woman in the nude. The only thing possibly hiding any of her nakedness is the long and luxurious black hair. The hair is chopped off her head by one of the male characters and of course comes to life after the woman is murdered. The idea is that she or some creature like her in ancient times is the origional inspiration for all myths of gorgons and Medusa. Pictured below are 2 versions of artworks rendered by the Symbolist artist, Franz Von Struck. The figure in oil was created in 1893 and its title is translated into English as THE SIN or Original Sin. Had Lovecraft seen photos of the painting in an art book at some point? If not the dark haired woman wrapped tightly in a large and dangerous looking serpent could very well have served as an excellent illustration for the Bishop/Lovecraft tale, MEDUSA'S COIL. (Exhibit 447)

[subtlehysteria]

Heads Up Seven Up

Thanks @iamscoby for the tag!

This is from the Dreamling Victoria AU I've been working on ;)

He tries to picture it, Robert’s lips downturned just slightly in the corner while a dresser helps him into his shirt. He can see it more clearly now. Robert’s hair is a mess from just waking up, early morning sunlight trickling through his window and casting his tanned skin in golden light. A pair of hands help him with the buttons of his shirt, smoothing down the lapels of his vest. At some point, they shift into his own, pale skin contrasting against burnished bronze. Dream shivers at just the thought of pressing a palm to Robert’s chest, only a thin layer of linen between their skin. He shakes his head with a sharp click of his tongue, nearly nicking himself on his razor in the process.

Any writers who see this and would like to participate feel free to do so!

[steviexwagner]

Task #002 - A Few of my Favorite Things

Food and Drink

Favorite fast food restaurant? Wendy’s

Favorite ice cream flavor? Ben & Jerry’s Half Baked

Favorite chocolate candy? Peanut M&Ms

Favorite fruity candy? Starbursts

Favorite kind of sushi? Sashimi

Favorite Asian dish? Chow mien

Favorite Italian dish? Carbonara

Favorite food of all time? Her grandmother’s chicken pot pie

Favorite pizza topping? Pepperoni

Favorite breakfast food? Fried eggs, hashbrowns, sausage, and toast

Favorite fruit? Strawberries and peaches

Favorite vegetables? Green beans

Favorite comfort food? Grilled cheese

Favorite dessert? Strawberry shortcake and peach cobbler

Favorite dish at Thanksgiving? Stuffing

Favorite thing to cook? Anything someone she loves likes

Favorite drink? Peach lemonade

Favorite alcoholic drink? Brachetto D'acqui wine

Favorite flavor coffee? Hazelnut

Television and Movies

Favorite ‘80s movie? Pretty in Pink

Favorite Harry Potter movie? Half-blood Prince

Favorite TV sitcom? Saved by the Bell

Favorite cartoon? Josie & The Pussycats

Favorite scary movie? Jennifer’s Body

Favorite funny movie? She’s the Man

Favorite celebrity? Julia Roberts

Favorite chick flick? Pretty Woman

Favorite Pixar movie? Wall-E

Favorite Disney movie? Sleeping Beauty

Favorite actress over 50? Meryl Streep

Favorite Marvel movie? She hasn’t really seen them

Favorite TV show? Gilmore Girls

Favorite movie? Pretty Woman

Favorite classic movie? Breakfast at Tiffany’s

Music

Favorite band or music artist? Shania Twain

Favorite music genre? Pop-country

Favorite ‘80s song? Girls Just Wanna Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper

Favorite song? Man! I Feel Like a Woman by Shania Twain

Travel and Recreation

Favorite state you’ve visited? Connecticut

Favorite country you want to visit? France

Favorite vacation location? Coastal town, Universal Studios

Favorite way to travel? Driving

Favorite place to go with family? The beach

Favorite vacation you’ve taken? Universal Studios for the twins’s 11th birthday

Favorite fictional place you’d want to visit? Hogwarts

Nature and Animals

Favorite breed of dog? Yellow lab retriever

Favorite season? Summer

Favorite flower? Peony

Favorite animal at the zoo? Giraffes

Favorite thing about a rainy day? How green everything looks (in the spring)

Favorite thing about spring? The flowers

Favorite thing about summer? Kids are out of school

Favorite thing about fall? Leaves changing, pumpkin spice lattes

Favorite thing about winter? Ice skating, hot chocolate, Christmas

Favorite animal? Starfish

Sports

Favorite sport? Soccer (because of the twins)

Favorite extreme sport you’re too scared to do? Cliff diving

Favorite Olympic sport? Ice skating

Favorite winter sport? Ice skating

Favorite sport as a hobby? Swimming

Favorite sports team? New York Giants

Childhood

Favorite nursery rhyme? Hush Little Baby

Favorite childhood memory? Sleepovers with friends, going to Camp Morningstar

Favorite board game? Life

Favorite toy as a child? Sky Dancers

Favorite thing about school? Being with her friends & Johnny

Favorite age? Seventeen

Favorite Christmas present? Spice Girl dolls

Favorite Dr. Seuss book? Green Eggs & Ham

Favorite Halloween costume you’ve worn? Princess Aurora

Favorite superhero? Wonder Woman

Favorite fairy tale? Rapunzel

Favorite game to play outside? Red Rover

Fashion and Beauty

Favorite place to shop? Target

Favorite perfume/cologne? Bare Vanilla from Victoria’s Secret

Favorite hair color? Blonde

Favorite makeup you can’t live without? Toner

Favorite shoes? Heels

Favorite occasion to dress up for? Weddings

Favorite hairstyle? ( x )

Favorite outfit you have? For work ( x ) / For home ( x )

Favorite soap scent? Strawberry & Vanilla Taffy by Native

Favorite article of clothing? Comfy sweaters

Favorite piece of jewelry? Her engagement ring, a necklace the twins gave her

Favorite thing to wear to bed? One of Johnny’s shirts and shorts

Other

Favorite book? A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Favorite video game? The Sims (when she was young)

Favorite holiday? Christmas

Favorite decade? 00s

Favorite candle scent? Sugar cookie

Favorite hobby? Baking, dancing

Favorite way to relax? Watching a movie with the family, girls nights, baking, yoga

Favorite place to meet up with friends? Her house, Patty’s

Favorite color? Powder blue

[adoracora-elizabeth]

But Papa! Why? Chapter 41

Cora stared at the building. Mr Bricker's company was located in the Victoria House. It was an impressive building. Even though she knew he only rented an office space in this building she was still impressed. She felt nervous, what if he knew who she was? Her name had been under their articles. She shook her shoulders, thinking that would make her even more nervous and it would show. She straightened her back and looked down at her clothes. This morning, she had been indecisive about what to wear. A long dress, a short dress? A skirt with a blouse? She ended up in a blue pantsuit with a waistcoat. Her curls were tamed into a low bun, Robert had messed it up a bit once she wanted to leave the house. He had kissed her passionately and his hands started roaming through her hair and had tangled it up. She loved how affectioned Robert was. She always said her love language was physical touch and it was clearly also Robert's. She took in a deep breath and crossed the street and entered the building.

"I have an appointment with "Advertisements with Mr. Bricker' Where do I need to go?" She asked the man behind the reception.

"Third floor and then follow the signs."

"Thank you very much."

+++

"Do you want a cup of tea?" Mr. Bricker offered Cora a chair.

She sat down and smiled up. "Thank you, that would be nice."

"Miss MacLaine was it not?"

Cora had used her mother’s name, instead of her own. "You are correct, Mr. Bricker."

"You can call me Simon." He said.

"Simon, nice to meet you. I am Cora." She took the cup Simon handed her.

"Well, what can I help you with?" Simon sat down at his desk and pulled a notepad closer.

"As I wrote, the company I work for, 'Levinson and Son', is looking to place some advertisements in England and we could use some help with that."

"They are an advertisement company themselves. Why would they need my help?"

"We know the American market, but we realise that the British market is different. And we like a good start."

Simon frowned. "I do not see how you came to the conclusion that I would place advertisements for a competitor?"

This was something Patrick had prepared her for because that was what he would answer if he got that question. "I understand, and that is why we are interested to work together." Cora answered.

Now Simon leaned forward, his eyes went over Cora’s body. "Why my company? You must know that I am not the biggest company."

"What do you mean?" Cora tried to sound as innocent as she could. She hated the way he looked at her, it gave her chills. Not the chills that run over her back when Robert run his hands over her skin.

"There is another company, based in this same city that is bigger than we are at the moment. They are called 'Crawley Advertisements'. Did you hear about them?"

"I think I did." Cora tried hard to keep a straight face. "But I am not aware why the choices that are made were made."

"Well, we will be the biggest company soon. Lot of business are coming to us, instead of 'Crawley Advertisements. The company you work for made the right decision to choose my company."

"What is your secret Simon?" Cora asked.

"My secret? I am not sure if it is a secret when you simply offer lower prices. Is it?"

"Probably not, but when you ask less, you can offer less can you not?"

"That is for us to know." Mr Bricker winked and leaned even further forward. "The clients do not know that. They will get their advertisement and are happy."

"If it is that simple, everybody could start an advertising business. But you need to deliver good work to keep your clients with you."

Simon did not answer, he squinted his eyes. "Is 'Levinson and Son' going to talk with 'Crawley Advertisements'?

"I cannot answer you that." Cora said. She found it hard to keep her face composed. She tried her hardest to give him answers that would not raise question later. What if he ever found out she worked for 'Crawley Advertisements'. What would he do, how would he react?

"From the moment you stepped inside my office, I have a feeling I have seen you before. Is that possible Miss MacLaine?"

Cora felt her cheeks colour and she looked to the floor; he had called her by her last name again. "I live in London for some time now, maybe we have been to the same events?"

"You are a very good-looking woman, a woman I would never forget when I saw her. And I know I have seen you before, I just cannot place the setting."

"I am very sorry, but I have not seen you before. So, we did not meet on the day you think you saw me." Cora needed to leave this office. She did not like the tension that was suddenly present. Did Simon suspect something, he had suddenly called her Miss MacLaine again instead of Cora. "Maybe you should schedule a video call with Mr. Levinson about this possible cooperation? I am very sorry, I do not think I will be able to answer the question you have, and I am wasting your time."

Simon suddenly put his hand on Cora's that was resting on the table. "We could meet up, outside of this work setting. I would love to know you better and it would help you company immensely."

This scared Cora, she had not anticipated that he would make a move on her. "Why would it help 'Levinson and Son' when we went out? You said so yourself, it would be out of the work setting."

"Dating the boss of the company you want to work with, gives you a great advantage." A dark shadow flashed in Simon's eyes.

Cora got scared now, Simon was still holding her hand in his. "Can you please let go of my hand?" She asked politely.

Simon did not respond, he stared at her. "I have seen you; I just know."

"Please let go of my hand. I will think about your offer, but please let go of my hand." Simon's phone rang, it was just the distraction that Cora needed to pull her hand back. She quickly stood and said: "Thank you for your time. You will hear from 'Levinson and Son'. Goodbye."

Simon also stood. "We will meet again, that I am sure off."

The dark gaze in Simon's eyes scared Cora and she rushed out of his office. It took her the entire trip with the subway to get rid of the nasty feeling he gave her.

+++

"You are back." Patrick greeted her. In his office were also Robert and Rosamund waiting for her. It was Rosamund who walked over the moment she stepped inside the office.

"What happened?" Rosamund put her hand on Cora's arm.

Cora looked up at her and smiled. "Mr. Bricker told me how they are getting all the clients. But please let me never go back to that office or meet up with him ever again."

"What did he do?" Robert's voice sounded. "Did he touch you?" He took two big steps and stood next to Rosamund.

"He did not. He just touched my hand. But he asked me out." Cora could not look at Robert, she knew he would get very angry, and she did not want to see the disappointment in his face.

"How dare he!" Robert hissed. "Father, Cora is never going back to that man. I do not care how much of a threat his company will be. Cora is not going to be involved anymore."

"He only touched my hand, Robert." Cora said timid. She knew his reaction was valid because Simon did ask her out. But Simon did not know she was engaged to be married, or did he? What if he had known who she was from the start? "Do you think he knew who I was? He did say he thought he had seen me before. Did we make a mistake, by using my father's company?"

"Harold is more than capable to repel this Mr. Bricker if he keeps pushing. Just leave that to your brother. Did Mr. Bricker tell you anything about their tactics? How is he getting all the clients?" Rosamund asked, her hand was still on Cora's arm.

"He simply said that he asks lower prices and that is the reason people are coming to him. But when I said that with less money you can offer less. He gave me a cryptic answer, that it was for him to know. Did we ever see an advertisement of his?"

"The ones I have found, where very basic and did not get out very far." Patrick answered. "It seems like he is not really a treat to our company. His downfall is already upon him."

"Cora? What are you not telling me?"

Now Cora looked up to Robert. "I am a bit scared of what he would do, once he finds out I work for you. He did look at me with a weird look in his eyes, and his gaze was very dark. He gave me the gibbers."

Robert's index finger brushed over Cora's cheek. "Even if he knows you work for us. He would not do anything, maybe he will try to sue our company."

"Sue?" Cora asked with widespread eyes.

"He could try, because we tried to get company information out of him. But it would never stand, because everything he told, he told out of free will. Do not be scared my dear. You did splendid and we know exactly what we needed to know. He is not a real treat, and we will keep doing what we are doing." Robert took Cora's hand in his and softly squeezed her hand. "Papa, is it alright if Cora and I call it a day?"

"Of course, son." Patrick answered and then he looked at Cora. "You did amazing. As Robert already said, we know exactly what we needed to know. And do not worry about that Mr. Bricker, I will deal with him. If he ever tries to bother you, he has to get passed me first."

"Thank you. I really appreciate that."

"You gave us some valuable information today. Keep that in mind, you did splendid."