#robin wants to push them together like barbies and make them kiss

[angeldreamsoffanfic]

Steve Harrington holds Eddie Munson’s face in the palms of his hands, as if he is trying to make sure to commit every single scar and dip of Eddie into his memory. (He is.)

He allows himself a moment, allows the tips of his fingers to dip down along the cut that runs along Eddie’s cheek. Follows the dip of it with his pinky, swirls down to brush against the edge of Eddie’s bottom lip. He watches, enamored, as the tip of Eddie’s tongue flicks out to touch the pad of his finger- before dark eyes blink open to meet his.

Eddie Munson allows himself a moment to watch as Steve Harrington stares down at him, cradling his face in his palms. He takes a moment himself, allows himself to scan his eyes over the freckles and moles that are dotted along Steve’s skin like tiny kisses.

He lets his eyes coast down Steve’s jaw, allows them to follow the curl and curve of the healing pink cut that is looped around his neck. Imagines what it would be like to press his mouth in a kiss to the skin there, imagines and hopes. Yearns.

It’s quiet, in the hospital room.

Eddie and Steve say nothing, even as Steve presses his thumbs in against the swell of Eddie’s cheeks a little firmer. As if he is scared that Eddie will slip out from between his fingers. (He is.)

Eddie says nothing, even as Steve frees one of his hands to press the call button for a nurse. Even as Steve manages to murmur something, something that Eddie wishes he could’ve heard- but instead he just watches. Imagines. Hopes. Yearns.

When Steve turns to catch Eddie’s eyes with his own, Eddie feels like he is coming home.

When Eddie’s eyes are captured by Steve’s, Steve feels like he has just woken from a deep slumber.

Eddie smiles— and imagines, hopes, yearns.

Steve smiles— and is completely enamored.

Eddie is the one to break the silence, even as the hospital room’s door is pushed open by a nurse.

“Hey there, big boy.”

[drethanramslay]

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Pairing: M! Sam Dalton x MC( Malaika Agarwal)

Word count: 4.7 K words

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Songs: I see red by Everybody Loves an Outlaw and High by Dua Lipa and Whethan

forgive me if there are any mistakes

Coming to the engagement party was a bad idea.

Malaika knew from the very beginning that working for one of the hottest and most elligible CEO would have been a disaster. She knew that kissing him against the kitchen counter of his own home would have been catastrophic. His deft fingers running and teasing against the heat of her pussy in the backseat of the limo was problematic.

Don't even get her started on the blunder that happened on the dancefloor. She still remembered the way they were close to each other in borderline obscene ways.

But lately, these series of bad decisions have been one of the happiest moments of her life.

Yes you can call me boo boo the fool. Malaika thought to herself as she emptied the contents of another glass of champagne, to drown her misery and boredom.

The soft waltz music died down and she heard the feedback from the mic. She looked up and saw barbie doll standing there with her perfect nails and her perfect life.

"Thanks for coming to our fabulous party. This night is a dream come true for us. Sam is a dream come true for me." She raised her flute towards Sam's direction and fluttered her eyelashes.

Malaika scoffed. Is she for real? Did her fake eyelash poke her eyeballs that she if fluttering them like that?

Malaika was never one to be a bitch, hell she wouldn't even hurt a fly unintentionally, but the sexual frustration, her own feelings and the smooth champagne is not a good combination.

"This is so boring." Robin piqued as he took a sip of his whiskey.

"Ugh... Hard same. Is she always like this?"

"Yep. This is very serious business for Sofia. I heard that she even hired a ghost writer for the toast."

"Wow. That's pathetic. I mean how hard is it to write a toast for the person you 'love'?" Malaika asked, making air quotes with her free hand on the word love.

Especially when that person is Sam Dalton.

"It's only easy if you remotely like the person."

Sophia continued her monologue. " Same and I have been dating for only..." She proceeded to check her notes.

"Are you kidding me? Who the hell forgets when you start dating?"

"I know right? She even has her 'I love you' written down too. Imagine what we could've tricked her into saying if we'd swapped out her cards." Robin said with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Malaika giggled. "I can definitely see that happening."

As Sofia continued to drone on about how much she loved him and yada yada, Robin provided her with whispered commentary which had her laughing so hard that tears streamed down her face.

Thank god for waterproof mascara.

They continued bullshiting each other when from the corner of her eye, she saw Sam step up near Sofia and kiss her cheek before proceeding to give his speech.

"Thank you Sofia and thank you to all of you for coming here to join us in celebrating our love."

Robin turned around to see him and scoffed, not even lowering his voice. "More like an arrangement."

Malaika's eyes widened. "Shhh Robin. I am not getting into trouble because of you."

"But you wouldn't mind getting in trouble for other reasons?" He asked cheekily.

A smirk danced on her lips. "Maybe..?"

Sam continued his speech, tears glinting in his eyes. "As you all know, I lost my first wife about five years ago... and for a long time, didn't think I would ever meet someone else who made me feel the way she did."

His eyes locked with hers and Malaika's breath hitched in her throat.

"But now I feel like I have a second chance at happiness again. I finally met someone who gets me. Someone I can't stop thinking about. Someone who lights up the whole room with her passion."

Sam... Are you even talking about Sofia at this point?

Malaika was frustrated by the 'hot and cold' behaviour Sam showed. One moment he is all over her saying things like 'I want to taste you' and then the next moment say that 'we can't'.

Malaika understood where he was coming from. She understood that this game they were playing was forbidden and dangerous but Malaika was never one to shy away from the adrenaline rush.

And on top of it, he is so possesive about me that he goes wild like a rogue buffalo when he sees me with another guy. Malaika snorted rolling her eyes.

"Awww I love you too boo-bear." Sofia squealed as she hugged him. Sam picked her up and twirled her around not letting go of her.

"Passion is not a word I would use for Sofia." Robin mused turning back to look at Malaika.

"...right." A frown tugged on her lips and and the longer she stared at her arms around Sam, the dizzier she felt.

If he thinks I am some weak bitch who will just sit on the sidelines and cry, then he is wrong.

She turned to Robin, who starts to make another snide remark but stopped short when he saw the determined look on her face.

A small smirk made its way on to his lips. "What? Finally want to join in on the fun? 'Cause you know I am down for anything."

The adrenaline, anger and alcohol surged through her as she came up with a plan.

Was it stupid? Yes.

Was that going to stop her? Nope.

As Sam continued his toast, Malaika turned her full attention to Robin. She placed her hand on Robin's chest and his eyes widened.

"What would you say to upping the ante on your little game with Sam? See how far we can really push him? All in good fun of course."

Robin gave her a thoughtful side-eye while poking his tongue against the inside of his lip. Finally, he chuckled.

"Consequences be damned. Let's do it."

In a fluid motion, he wrapped his hand around her waist and she leaned into him, which did not go unnoticed by Sam.

"As I was saying, Sofia is an incredible woman..."

Robin gave a grin. "Forget Sofia, you're the easiest woman to pretend-flirt with I've ever met."

"Back at ya, my partner-in-crime."

"I am hurt. I thought we could be partners and mor-"

"Shhh Robin, we are on a mission." She lightly slapped his chest.

Robin rolled his eyes. "And pray tell me what is the name of the mission?"

Without thinking Malaika blurted out. "Salty Sam."

Both of them snickered and Malaika punched him playfully. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Sam struggling to get a visual on what was happening between the two.

Sam continued his speech. "But, uh, what I like most about Sofia is... ugh, move, you big oaf."

"What?!" Sofia's smile melted into a scowl.

"Whoops." Robin said with zero guilt.

Realisation dawned on Sam, as he struggled to fix the mess he made. "I said... 'you're smooth as merlot'? Because you've always had such sophisticated taste in everything...? Except men, I suppose."

The crowd chuckled at the joke and Robin shakes his head. "Always manages to stick the landing."

"Let's take it up a notch, shall we?" Malaika asked with a wicked grin.

"I like the sound of that. Didn't know you were so bad."

Malaika opened her mouth to reply when Sam tapped on the mic and sent a death glare Robin's way which sent a shiver down her spine.

"A-hem. I know some of you are busy smooth-talking your 'flavor of the week', but all eyes need to be up here, thanks."

Malaika's eyes narrowed. How fucking dare he, that entitled jackass?

Robin raised a hand in apology as he shifted to face the couple again, but his lips found her ear.

"Uh-oh we are making the boss mad."

"Oops we did it again." Malaika chuckled under her breath.

"But do you know what will make Sam go completely berserk with jealousy?"

"Enlighten me, O' wise one."

"If he saw us leave together."

"Damn Robin... You really went for the throat, huh?"

"That's how we prey Malaika."

"As much as that fulfills your wet dreams, I actually have thought out what we need to do." Malaika reached and smoothly snatched the glass out of Robin's hand.

"Hey! Give it back." Robin reached for it again and he was dangerously close, his cologne surrounding her. Her eyes darted and met furious hazel ones, staring back at her. Sam's speech was long forgotten and his eyes were solely focused on her... And Robin.

That might teach you not to fuck around with me.

"Now for the winning stroke... Kiss me."

Robin's eyes widened and his jaw was on the ground. "Seriously? Now?" He whispered back.

"Don't you want to?"

"Hell yeah." With that he pulled her body flush against his and crashed his lips to hers. Malaika grabbed his shoulders to steady herself.

Damn... Robin is a good kisser. Malaika thoughts as he deepened the kiss.

They pulled back and Malaika expected Sam to be on the verge of an exploding, ready to bark at them for the unsolicited PDA, but he wasn't.

He just smirked and the glint in his brown orbs making her wary. He reached for Sofia and pulled her into a passionate kiss, his eyes not leaving Malaika's shocked ones.

Oh...

Robin was calling her name but it sounded far away, as if her head was dunked in a bucket of cold water, the reality chilling into her bones.

She should look away or close her eyes to stop the pain, but she just could not. He could see the pink of his tongue entering Sofia's mouth and she saw red.

"I think I had enough excitement for the night." She mumbled as she got out of Robin's embrace and reached for her champagne flute, and raised it towards Sam's direction, an indication that he won.

Congratulations asshole, you stomped all over the remains of my dignity and heart.

She set the glass down and headed towards the bathroom so that she could have a breakdown in peace.

"Hey you okay?" Robin asked, catching her by the elbow. Malaika managed to out on a smile and patted his hands. "Just peachy. I will just go and get fresh." She turned on her heels and walked.

But even as she walked away, she could feel a pair of eyes staring at her leaving form.

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She found the restroom like a oasis in the desert. It was completely empty and she finally was alone after hours of torture.

"It's okay.... You are going to be fine... Breathe in, breathe out." Her manicured nails were clutching the counter, trying to recentre herself. She looked up to see her reflection staring back at herself.

She was greatful for her russet brown skin for it could hide the bags underneath her eyes. Her onyx brown eyes looked tired due to the juggling between her work and her feelings. The only thing which had survived the entire ordeal was her dark hair with light brown undertones.

Under the soft lights of the restroom, her short baby blue dress popped against the deep bronze of her skin.

My life maybe falling apart but at least I look hot.

In midst of her washing her hands she saw Sofia strut in and stand in front of the basin beside her.

There are literally six other basins she could stand and do her gaudy makeup but no. Ever learnt of personal space lady? Malaika rolled her eyes as she continued washing her hands.

The quicker I finish, the faster I can yeet myself out of her highness' presence. Malaika chanted in her head as she reached for the tissue paper.

"He isn't going to love you."

Huh?

Malaika turned towards Sofia, with an incredulous expression in her face.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"I think you are reading too much into this."

"Please. You don't become the most successful heiress to a Multi-Million dollar Company by being an airhead." Sofia said as she reached for her face powder.

"I think the spotlight under which you stand has blinded you." Malaika said as she reached for her lipstick, coating a nice layer of Burgundy on her lips.

Sofia stopped what she was doing and turned towards her, a patronizing smile on her face. "Aw, aren't you cute. You think I didn't see that little game you had going on?"

"I was with Robin, what the hell are you talking about?" Malaika clenched her hand around the lipstick, annoyed by the fact that this bitch could see through her intentions. She maybe fuming on the inside but she had the perfect poker face on the outside.

"Oh naive Malaika. You both were so obvious that even the paparazzi noticed it. But, if you want to be a petulant child and continue living in the state of denial, then okay."

Malaika clenched her jaw. I am so close to yanking of her hair extensions. 

Sofia capped her lipstick and placed it in her clutch. She turned towards Malaika. "See, I don't give a damn about what's going on between you and Sam. But, I have known Sam for a long time and I have known that you are nothing but a momentary infatuation."

Sofia placed her left hand on her waist and the diamond ring glittered an underlying threat.

"Bask in the attention all you want, I am not saying no. But at the end of the day he is marrying me and it's my bed he going to be sleeping in."

Sofia walked up to Malaika and stared her down. Malaika matched the intensity of her stare, her height giving her the advantage of matching the intimidating glare.

"I usually get what I want, be it the good way or the crook's way. Nothing will ever stop me from getting what I want. So go, do your job of a nanny because that's all you will ever be. Ciao!"

Sofia turned on her heels and she walked out of the bathroom, leaving Malaika pissed to another level.

That bitch...

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Wow... Pardon my language but that bitch!" Robin exclaimed as they stood near the window, in the hallway talking.

"That's exactly what I said!! See, I fucking topped in biochemistry in NYU. I'm financially independent- I mean as independent as I can be. I already have job offer but it starts after six months and that too, in LA. So that's why I took up this job of a nanny so that I could save up enough money to move, pay off my student loans and have time to work on my thesis."

Robin put his hand on Malaika's shoulder. "I know it's hard M. Hell, I am called Sam's assistant when I am literally the Chief operating officer."

"Fuck the rich. Fuck capitalism. I hate this. I’m sorry for being such a Debbie downer," Malaika grumbled as she crossed her arms and stared at her feet.

"No its okay... I understand. If you need to talk, I'm here okay?"

"What would I do without my partner-in-crime?"

"Probably die of boredom?" They both chuckled. Robin put an arm around Malaika and squeezed her into a side hug. Malaika returned the gesture and laid her head on his shoulder as they stared out of the 40th floor.

"Things will get better M."

"You don't know that." Pessimism ringing clear in her voice.

"But I know you and I know that you are hell of a fighter... And that's why I know you'd be great in bed."

Malaika groaned and pushed him. "Dude, read the room."

Robin laughed and something caught his eye, causing the laughter to die down. "Malaika, Sam is here."

"A'ight, that's my cue to leave. Once again, thank you Robin." Malaika started fast walking down the hallway. There was a deserted service elevator which she could use to get away undetected.

"Malaika!" Sam called out.

Fuck my luck. Malaika cursed as she stopped in her tracks.

"Back off Sam." Robin spoke up stepping in his way.

"Robin, can you kindly fuck off. You are the last person I want to talk to after the stunt you pulled. What the hell were you doing with Malaika?"

"Why does it matter to you?!"

"She is not one of your dates. I won't let you take advantage of her just because she is vulnerable."

Is he on crack?

"Who said he is taking advantage of me?" Malaika angrily spoke up, her eyes blazing with anger.

That seem to motivate Robin because he stood up taller and spoke back. "Yeah, calm down, Mr Big Shot. I'm cleaning up your mess."

Shock coloured his face which infuriated her further. "What is that supposed to mean?"

The sheer audacity to pull the Pikachu face...

"Sam I- I just can't with you. Robin, good bye! I had a lovely time." She threw a smile Robin's way and he waved back at her.

"Malaika, wait up!"

This time she rushed into the open lift and pressed the close button multiple times before it started closing. Sam was still pretty far away so she let out a sigh of relief.

Thank fuc-

The door opened and Sam entered.

Malaika dragged a hand down her face, groaning internally. She was already in a bad mood and she didn't have the bandwidth to deal with mixed signals at the moment.

The next time I meet like luck character, she and I are going to have a nice chat.

"Malaika." Sam said, his eyes focused on her.

"That's my name."

Sam clenched his jaw in annoyance, and Malaika crossed her arms stubbornly. She looked the other way but from the corner of her eye, she saw how the lights of the lift casted shadows on his face, making him look sharp and angular, as if he was cut from granite.

"See Malaika I just wanted to know if you are okay."

"I am in the utmost state of bliss." The words sarcastically dripped of her lips and Sam's eyes narrowed.

"Oh. So is this how we are going to go about this?"

"What's there to go about? I am fucking done and I need to sleep."

"Fine." Sam tuned around and pressed the emergency stop button on the lift and it smoothly came to a stop.

Malaika gripped on to the railing out of surprised and threw a dirty look towards Sam.

"We are not leaving until we talk." Sam said as he stood opposite her. The lift was four feet wide, and the fact that they were in a metal cage, all alone was really distracting Malaika.

"You want to talk? Fine. Let's talk about how I don't need you to protect me. It's a party, and I'm a young, single woman. I could be up to anything or fucking anyone, and it wouldn't be any of your business!"

"I know that but-" Sam said in a perplexed voice.

"Do you though? You hired me to be your nanny, not a girlfriend. That's Sofia's job."

Sam winced. "I..I know that too."

Malaika stepped forward and poked a finger into his chest. "One minute, you pull me onto the dance floor, then the next, I'm watching your engagement speech!"

Sam stood to his towering height, glaring down at her. "And I can't stop thinking about that dance or about the way you were grinding that ass on my dick. Do you know how long it took me to cool down?"

If it were any other day, Malaika’s brain would have short-circuited with the words he spoke, but not today. Today she was pissed, hurt and ready to beat the hell out of someone.

She grew up in fucking Brooklyn, she isn't some weak bitch you can trample on.

Another jab.

"Here is your big fucking chance to talk so go ahead and let me have it! Tell me how ‘sorry’ you are or how ‘wrong’ this is."

"Don't provoke me, Malaika." Sam spoke through clenched teeth.

She didn't care. Another step closer, another jab to the chest.

"Why did you really want me here tonight? Did you want me to be here and see her all over you? To see you playing tonsil hockey game with her? Sorry sir, but that is not covered in my pay-check."

She raised her finger to jab him again but this time Sam grabbed her finger tightly.

Wonder how would that feel aro-

Not the time brain. Malaika chided her inner thot.

"No of course not! I just- I just wanted you to stay. For once in my life, I wasn't thinking ahead."

The alcohol and the day's frustration had caught up to her and she didn't care if she sounded snarky and rude. He already deals with Sofia’s jabs, so how could I be any worse? "Wow, what an earth shattering revelation. Yeah well, let me make it easy for you and quit."

"Don't fucking do that." Sam rushed.

Malaika sighed, leaning her head in his broad strong shoulders. She looked up and spoke. "Face the facts. It'd be a lot easier for both of us if we don't have to see each other every day."

"I'm trying Malaika..." He said as his touch ran down her arms, changing from hard restraint to a gentle caress, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Even though I am angry, how does this man manage to get butterflies in my stomach.

"Every day, I'm fighting not to let myself get carried away. I'm fighting not to touch you. I'm fighting not to do this..." He buried his head into her neck and placed a hot, wet kiss at her jugular, knowing that it's the one spot that drives her absolutely mad.

"...or do this..." His hands slid from her waist to her ass, groping them. A gasp left her lips and her eyes fluttered shut, feeling the sensation of his lips kissing the crook of her neck, his hands wandering and sqeezing and his growing erection against her stomach.

"...and I definitely missed doing this." He pulled her hair, forcing her to look at him as he crashed his lips against hers, an avalanche of desire unleashed.

Malaika returned the kiss with equal fervour. She reached to loop her hands around his neck to pull him so close that she was literally painted on him.

But that wasn't enough for Sam.

He pushed her against the wall, his broad and sculpted body completely covering her frame. His hands unhooked her dainty ones and pushed them against the wall, locking them in place.

"I want to fuck you until I can feel that sweet little pussy clenching around my cock." He whispered in her ear, before catching her earlobe in his teeth and tugging.

Malaika let out a moan her stomach involuntarily clenched, desire lighting up each inch of her body, as if a matchstick was thrown into a pool of gasoline.

"Keep making those noises. Can't wait to make you scream my name until your throat is sore." Sam spoke in a husky voice, his hand letting her go and reaching for the zip on the back of her dress.

Malaika reached to help him but he just pushed her hand away. "Just relax and let me do what I'm good at." Sam started kneeling down, and that sent her imagination into overdrive.

"And what would that be?" Malaika asked, her eyes wanton as he unclasped her bra, showing off her plump breasts.

Sam then proceeded to remove her soaked panties, and holding them near his nose to inhale her scent before snapping his dark eyes towards her.

"To devour you. To worship you. To make you come hard."

Malaika clenched her thighs and Sam stood up, smirking at the effect his dirty talk had on her. He stood back up, his hand running along her smooth calf, thighs and stopped to rest on her hipbone, gently massaging it.

His other hand cupped her face, his thumb running along the cushion of her bottom lip. "Is that what you want, baby girl?"

Malaika was an outgoing woman and rarely found herself tongue tied but here she was, at a complete loss of words.

Oh god...

So instead of saying, she showed. Her hand reached for his erection, and palmed him through his trousers. Sam's eyes darkened and he descended on her mouth with such passion which had her breathless.

And as if that wasn't enough, his fingers found their way to her pussy, which was throbbing with a heartbeat of it own.

It was a fight for dominance. A fight to see who could get the other to bend at their will. Malaika's hand flew through the buttons of his tacky suit, exposing his strong, broad chest with sparse chest hair. Sam hooked her leg against his hip so that he could get better access to her, his hands running along the smooth supple skin.

Malaika's head rolled and rested on the cool surface of the elevator, lost in the pleasure of his fingers rubbing her clit. She was so wet and she knew that his hands would be dripping with her arousal.

Two digits entered her and her back arched against the wall, her breasts making contact with his naked chest.

"Do you feel it Malaika? Do you feel how wet you are for me? Do you know how sexy you look right now?" He spoke lowly, his voice husky with desire.

"Yes sir." Malaika choked out as his thumb brushed the hood of her sensitive clit.

"I'm... Gonna come." She panted out which was a mistake because he withdrew his fingers.

"Asshole." She sweated.

"And what about it? You wanted to quit didn't you? I did it-" Sam was interrupted by Malaika grabbing his ugly floral tie and pulling him towards her.

"With all due respect, fuck me, hard. Don't hold back one bit otherwise I swear to god, I won't let you come."

"Turn around, baby girl." She obeyed, almost giddy that she was finally gonna be dicked down.

He grabbed her wrists which made her yelp. He took his tie and tied it around them, securing them in their place. It was just perfect, not too tight nor too loose.

Sam moved her hair to one side placed hot fiery kissed on her neck, lapping up the moisture accumulated. "Look at you... What a delectable sight. You will forget your fucking name after I'm done with you."

"I'm holding you to it sir."

"The more you use sir, the more it feels like an insult." Sam said, his erection digging into her backside

"You do you sir."

Spreading her legs, she heard Sam's belt unbuckling, which made her excited and increase her yearning to feel him. The moment Sam saw her twitching, he slapped her ass which caused her to let out a breathless moan. He massage the spot where he spanked her leading her to get impatient.

What’s the fucking hold up?

"Stop fucking standing there with your junk in your hand you- holllyy shitt." She was interrupted as she felt Sam's dick rub against her walls, coating them with her arousal.

Grabbing her waist tightly, he entered and Sam rumbled in approval, enjoying the way her walls clenched and unclenched around him.

"You feels so good Malaika. Almost heavenly."

Malaika pressed her forehead against the cool surface and let out a moan, a flux of pain and pleasure cursing through her veins.

"Oh lord..." She moaned.

He moved slowly initially, so that she could get used to his size. But once Malaika started get fidgety and begged him to fuck him harder, it awoke something in him. Something primal and something which motivated him to snap his hips and pummel into her.

In. Out. In. out. A steady punishing rhythm was set which had Malaika crying, from ecstasy. Sam's hand reached to grab her breast and roll her nipple, making them erect and heavy with need. His other hand reached to rub her which had her screaming due to the override of stimulation.

"Please don't stop... pounding my pussy... please." Malaika begged, feeling her climax coming closer and closer as she soared above.

Sam grunted, his lower spine tingling and his abs clenching, his need to release fueling his motions further. His thrusts became shorter and faster, which was just enough to push them over the edge.

Malaika screamed, failing to be quiet while Sam moaned out loud, and sunk his teeth into her shoulder to muffle it. The bliss lasted for what seemed like eternity, both of them clutching on to each other as they slowly floated down from cloud nine. Malaika was leaning against the wall of the elevator, her legs feeling like jelly.

Sam unbound her hands and pulled put of her, causing her to wince at the sudden emptiness. He turned her towards him, hugging her in his muscular arms. He ran his fingers through her head as Malaika sought solace in his embrace, her breath becoming normal after a while.

Sam kissed her forehead. "We will try, Malaika."

"Yeah... I am not giving up on you Sam."

"Thank you for having faith in me baby girl. Its a mess but, I am not giving up on you either.” Malaika smiled, feeling some sort of peace in a very long time.

okay so um yeah... here is your flask of holy water

this would have to be the filthiest thing I have ever written sike

I hope you liked it heheheh

like, comment, reblog and let me know what you think <3

[toreadorwriter]

What Happens in the dark ch 1 moving in

Jewel's p.o.v

When I said that I wanted to live on my own, that was before I made it to LA. I had drastically changed my mind after.  L.A. was expensive as hell, but my master wanted me to stay nearby where he could reach me. Unfortunately, the Vampiric Council had found out that he was dating his ghoul and didn't approve of it, which I really don't understand why they care so much, but I also don't want to see him get into trouble. He is the Baron of Hollywood, after all, we just really can't he seen together romantically unless in private that's all. Until I decide that I want to become a vampire too, anyhow. That's when our romance can go public which I would but I’m not quite ready to give up food anytime soon. I also  don't want to give up on my only true loves Isaac, Romero, and Tacos so here i am at this big fancy...

Well..

...Almost fancy big apartment that I will be sharing with several other girls. My boyfriend Romero stopped at the new apartment to drop off all of my things before kissing me goodbye. The Vampiric Council seems unaware that Romero is romantically involved with Isaac as well, but if they do know then it's mighty unfair that they’re kicking me out  to the curb. Of all people, the Vampire Council thinks sex with ghouls is “taboo and unnatural”- says the creatures who drink the blood of the living to survive- but whatever. What's been said is done and all set in stone. maybe one day in the future human and monster will be able to live together in harmony but, until now it's best if I lay low for a while. The Nosferatu and Toreador loved to gossip like the old crones they were and that's another reason I decided I had to move out of the master's place for the time being.

Pulling up in my pink dream car, Romero helped me drag all my things along with the movers who arrived just in time. Rolling up to the new place, the door opened and I thought it was my best friend Suzi, but nope, a very beautiful goth woman with dark red hair answered the door cheerfully and her smile was so contagious, I couldn't help but smile too. She must be a Malkavian, no one is ever that cheerful after the embrace.

“Oh you must be Jewel! My name is Alysa, it's nice to meet you," the woman said while extending her hand out to greet me.  Smiling, I shook her hand.

''It's nice to meet you too, Alysa, Thanks for inviting me to live here I really appreciate it,"  I replied back, adjusting my purse on my shoulder. Alysa was just about to say something when a loud raspy cackle startled us both.

“Well if it isn't Barbie back from the Dream House!” the female Nosferatu mocked. Sashaying up to me she looked me up and down grimacing in disapproval at my outfit. Apparently, pink shorts and a lace top were forbidden in her eyes.

'' And lookie here ya even got a Gucci belt on and a pink hair ribbon with high heels. Wow, you must be Isaac's favorite little plaything…" she hissed rudely. Alysa quickly stood in between us

“She didn't mean that, Jewel …..Marie be nice!" She spat in an annoyed tone.

The Nosferatu rolled her eyes before giving us both the finger and walking away “Enjoy your new dream house 'bitch!’” she yelled back. I almost threw the pumpkin spiced drink in my hand right at her bald head. Alysa, sensing that the ghoul was really getting agitated, grabbed the other woman's hand and led her upstairs.

VV and Yukie were discussing plans for tonight when the two bumped into them.

''Hey Yukie, hey VV this is the new roomate I was telling you about, remember?"  she said cheerfully, and the others looked confused for a second before it finally hit them. ''Oh yeah, the witch....i mean necromancer... er... never mind. My name is Yukie it's really nice to meet you." the Japaneese woman said happily, shaking Jewel's hand.

“Finally, pleasant people!” the necromancer thought to herself before shaking hers back.

'' and my name is V.V.…”the other red headed vamp started before gasping “Oh my God, who did your nails?"  she asked quickly snatching the black woman's hand and admiring the pink and jewel decorated nail art on them,  making the young ghoul smile. ''Oh, Kiki from Ooo La La nails did it for me and it only cost me $40 bucks, you should definitely go to her," she recommended. The four girls chattered on and on until it was time for Alysa to show her upstairs to her room where Jewel and the movers unloaded all her belongings. After everything was unloaded, Alysa showed Jewel the rest of the apartment. The kitchen was an industrial wooden theme with old fashioned chairs and a classic looking fridge from the 1950s in that famous robin’s egg blue. The sink was polished copper and absolutely spotless. A breakfast nook sat in the corner, furnished with plush pillows and bare, antique style light bulbs were suspended from the ceiling giving the nook a warm glow.

“That's strange,” Jewel thought to herself, “the kitchen looks absolutely spotless, a little too spotless for a house packed with ghouls.” Upon opening the fridge, it was filled with blood packets of all blood types and organic food, junk food,energy drinks,soda and several types of snack food, and a leftover chinese take out box. Other than the blood in the fridge, it was a typical bachelorette diet.At that the new ghoul closed the fridge.

One the way to the bathroom, Alysa showed her the bathroom and the room next to it was Suzie's room, marked with a bright blue door, which was shut and the room was off limits for now.  Jewel was sad that her friend was off at work and not at home, but she will be back soon enough. It took a while, but the pair finally made it to the library. The house as well as the library was decorated with tons of plants of all types in several different pots and books of all literature types. From twilight, to classical vampire literature from old to new, books from all sorts of ages and dead languages, and most impressively,  books stolen from the tremere chantry itself.Jewel whistled in amazement and amusement. Upon looking at the couches littered with decorative pillows of all sorts from tacky, to plain,to glamorous, to macabre, to kawaii. It was obvious that all the housemates contributed to the decor was so odd that the ghoul couldn't help but laugh. Off to the side of the library, th last place they visited was the game room which looked like an arcade and chock full of nerd stuff, including a book shelf full of board games and dice of all shapes and sizes. Alysa gave Jewel the tour of her own room- it was a mix of gothic and nerdy with dark purple walls and black lace curtains and  a rather odd sized coffin in the middle of the room.

“Go on, open it”

Inside the coffin was a bright orange electric guitar. Alysa started to laugh hysterically.

“Don’t worry, we don’t sleep in coffins if we don’t want to. Honestly, they are not very comfortable.  But I adore coffin cases, even in life I thought it was funny.”

Looking around the rest of the room, there were Star Wars posters and a victorian era vanity covered in makeup and a little computer desk covered in textbooks and robot pieces and small statues of video game characters. There was also a couch with a bright red fuzzy blanket and a nest of pillows, this was probably where Alysa slept. It was refreshing for Jewel to see a fellow nerd who shared her same interests that this place was starting to feel like home.

The last place visited was Two's room. He just moved in yesterday, and tonight he was busy painting his room all black. He was so engrossed in painting, he didn't see them come in until Allysa knocked on his door and accidentally scared him. Upon realizing who it was, the younger ghoul stepped down from the stepladder to greet them.

'' Hey Two, sorry to bother you, but this is the new roomate I was telling you about yesterday, and her name's Jewel." Alysa piped up happily pushing the pink-clad necromancer ghoul towards him.

''It's nice n- n - nice to meet you. Damn it I stuttered."  The necromancer cursed and the other ghoul laughed.

“It's fine; no need to be embarrassed. Alysa here told me all about you. Now I'm not gonna lie dude, I got kind of scared because you know Craigslist always has creeps on it, but this is a nice surprise. Also, love the outfit, you look like a model."  He complimented and that made Jewel crack a smile.'

“Aw man, thank you so much that means a lot……" but before she could even finish what she was going to say, a loud bang from the kitchen startled all three of them. In high concern, all three supernaturals ran to go see what was happening in the kitchen.

Two and Alysa exchanged concerned glances when they entered the kitchen and saw Marie stuffing her face with the flaming hot Cheetos  that she knew damn well that belonged to Jewel and purposely ate them to get under the other's skin.

''You asshole! My boyfriend got that for me not you! And why are you eating human snacks anyway, aren’t you dead?"  Jewel asked and Marie snickered before stuffing the last chips down her grotesque throat. ''Sorry, I didn't see your name on the bag…. The nosferatu shut right up and she placed a clawed hand on her mouth.  Turning a horrible sickly green color that was not normal, especially for a Nosferatu. Pushing them out the way, Marie quickly ran into one of the unused guest bathrooms and slammed the door. Two grimaced while Alysa nervously bit her lip. Now Jewel would have felt bad for the other woman had she not been rude within the grand total of five minutes of knowing each other, but she considered this as karma. A horrible gag erupted from the nearby bathroom making her feel nauseous herself.

Jewel suddenly no longer wanted her pumpkin spice drink and set it on the granite counter .

''Um sorry about Marie, she’s not always like this. Let's get you settled in, shall we?" Two asked and the black woman nodded before leaving upstairs with the other ghoul as Alysa went over to check on Marie.

“Don’t worry about Marie, I’ll keep an eye on her” the Malkavian reassured the newest housemate.

That bathroom definitely was going to have to be cleaned with bleach tomorrow.

To be continued….

[doctormctiddy]

Shakespeare: Writes a play within a play

Me: does the same but it’s a story within a story

Here’s another Gloria/Julian fic!! This started off as one thing and slowly spiraled into another... thankfully going to church gives me the opportunity to zone out and plan a fic.

(The Raven Prince is a fairy tale I completely made up, but I drew inspiration for it from Beauty and the Beast, Barbie Swan Lake, and of course, the Arcana itself. Enjoy!)

It's normally the other way around, with her cuddling into Julian, her face buried in the crook of his neck, his arms wrapped around her, breathing in his scent. But tonight was different. His arms were still around her waist, sure, but she'd rolled onto her other side in the bed, facing away from Julian. It was more of her body screaming for comfort than anything, and frankly, Gloria wished it wasn't so, that way she could stay in her favorite spot all night.

The second she'd rolled over, he'd chased after her warmth in his sleep, burying his face in the back of her neck, pressing closer to her back. Despite the size difference between them, it was almost as if he wanted to touch as much of her as he could. His nose tickled her, and in her half awake state, Gloria fought back the urge to giggle.

Hardly a few minutes later is when the tense tremors came.

She knew what it meant. Her brows upturned as he trembled beside her, arms tense at her waist. Gloria had faced similar nights like this before, but that was always in her other sleeping position, where she could touch him gently and place small kisses on his neck- anything to help him calm down. But the grip meant she want going to be able to roll back over anytime soon.

Julian mumbled against her neck, desperate pleas she'd heard many times, apologies spewing from his lips, small cries of desperation racking her ears. She hated seeing him like this; it made her heart hurt. All Gloria could do was reach out and slip her hand between his, squeaking upon the tight grip she felt from both of his hands.

“Please, no, don't hurt her, don't… I’m sorry, I'm so sorry, please, I'll do anything-"

Slowly, she slid his hands up to her lips and kissed them, nuzzling her nose into the only part of him she could touch. “Julian, Jules, easy… I've got you. It's alright, Ilya. I'm here.”

“Please, no,” he begged again, “No, no, you promised you wouldn't leave me, don't leave me, please, no…”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she says in response, “Please, Julian, please wake up.”

He does so with a jolt and a shout, eye snapping open and arms unwinding from her, scooting into himself. Using the freedom to her advantage, Gloria rolls over to face him. His arms are drawn over his face, and he's curled into himself, still shaking, still tense.

“Ilya?” She whispers, and she sees his arms push closer to his face, “Ilya darling, it’s alright. I'm here, I'm really here. I'm real. Whatever you saw wasn't real. Listen to my voice. I'm right here, ok?” After some moments, she saw his arms pill back if only slightly, and she spoke again. “Ilya, can I touch you?”

A small noise of agreement is all he makes, and she scoots closer to him, bringing his arms down from his face. The tear steaks on his face were prominent, and it hurt her to look at them. The fact that he'd suffered alone like this… it really did hurt.

Gloria leans in to kiss his cheek, whispering against his skin. “It’s alright, darling. I'm here. You're safe.”

“What about you?” his voice is hoarse, and she touches their noses together.

“I’m safe too,” Gloria replied, “Both of us, here. We're safe, Julian. It's alright.” It’s upon his silence that she continues, “Do you want to hold me, or do you want me to hold you?”

“... The latter, please.”

“Then come here.”

He obliges almost immediately, burying his face in her neck and wrapping his arms back around her. One of her own arms winds around his head, petting his hair, and the other holds his waist.

“... Gloria,” Julian starts, and she looks down at him, “you're really not leaving me.”

“I promised I wouldn't,” she affirms, “just like how you promised not to leave me.”

“Thank you… my darling.”

“You're welcome, Jules.”

He hums, pressing a kiss to her neck. “I’m not sure that I want to go back to sleep yet.”

“I understand,” Gloria nods, “Do you just want to talk, then?”

“I was thinking more like….. hm.” She feels Julian's brows furrow against her neck, before finally raising again. “Do you remember the first night you stayed at Mazelinka’s with me, and something like this happened?”

“And you told me your adventure of kidnapping a pregnant war elephant?” She laughs, “Of course. I don't think I’d be able to forget that.”

“I'm glad,” he smiles, “Because that's what I want.”

“You… want me to tell you a story?”

“... Yes. I know it's a tad childish, but I love how you tell stories. That is, if you wouldn't mind, of course…”

“No, I don't mind at all,” said Gloria, “but we're going to have to sit up. I think I know one you'll like.” Leaning down to press a kiss on the top of his head, she speaks into his hair, “Are you alright to sit up, Ilya?”

“I believe I am.” Comes his reply, and the two scoot until they're leaning on the headboard, Julian's head still on her shoulder, splayed across her lap. Gloria leans down to kiss him again, this time on the forehead, extending her hands over the blankets. Golden, sparkling light streams from her fingertips as she begins.

“Once, a long time ago, in a small village in the north, there lived a girl. She was average, of course- no striking beauty, no extreme talents, no hidden royalty, just… normal.”

The light from her fingertips began to swirl and shape, until a tiny girl in a modest dress stood in front of them, curtseying. She was about five inches tall when she finally stood, as most of Gloria's players were.

“The girl's village was next to a enchanted forest, which was basically a city all on its own. Plenty of magical creature lived there, but the head of this forest was the Raven King.”

Another player took shape from her light- a slightly taller figure with gigantic wings, clawed feet and hands, and a fluff of feathers around his neck. A small crown made of silver tidbits and shiny thirds rested atop his head.

“The king had a son too, around the same age as the girl. The Raven Prince.”

The prince formed to be about the average height of the figures, if not slightly taller, matching his father in bird like attributes, but leaner, more refined, as opposed to the king’s muscular build.

“The people of the village had only ever heard stories of the creatures within, and the creatures within always made sure it stayed that way. The town was mostly made of hunters and farmers you see, so it was not uncommon for people to wander into the forest with ill intent in the eyes of the forest folk. Ironically, our heroine’s father was the top hunter in the village,” Another player, built much like the king, but with a pointed beard and a Robin Hood-esque charm to him. “And the second in command of his hunting party was the betrothed of the girl.” The final player, also slightly muscular with a long ponytail that laid down his back, appeared at her words. “So, all in all, our girl here has been surrounded by death and brute strength her whole life. Often times she feels as though she's the only one who wanders into the forest just to appreciate the beauty of it all, even though, realistically, that's not the case, but since this is a story we’ll go with it.”

Gloria smiles as Julian chuckles at her comment, pleased to know this was helping him relax. So she continued.

“One day, while her father and her future husband were out with the rest of the hunting party, the girl decided to wander out into the forest by herself… because that's always a good idea.” Julian laughs again, and Gloria’s smile widens. As she talked, the players followed the story on a tiny set that had formed in front of the two, all made of Gloria's soft, glowing light. “She stumbled upon an injured bird whose leg was caught in a trap, and after healing the leg as best as she could… the Raven Prince appeared before her.”

“You're not like the rest of those humans,” said the tiny prince, “at least, I hope your not. I've heard far too many stories of birds being hunted by your kind for food and feather.”

“Sadly, that's true,” replied the girl, “But I've spent far too much time in the company of death to not be gentle. It's a basic principle, I think, to be kind to others… I just wish more people thought that way.”

“Upon that encounter, the prince and the girl became fast friends,” Gloria went on, “and while the Prince was fearful of what the other subjects, and his father, by extent, would think of his human friend, he showed the girl all the wonders of his home to the best of his ability. She only wished she could do the same."

“Every time they met up, they'd exchange stories about their lives and their worlds, all while having fun. And then the girl noticed the prince started giving her small, shiny things: raw gemstones, silvery rocks, bits of fool’s gold, among others. Eventually, one day she decided to ask him…”

“Why?” said the girl, “I don't have much to give you in return.”

The prince smiles, ducking his head. “Well, where I'm from, it’s what we do to earn the affections of someone we care about.”

“It was then she realized he was in love with her and, after that moment of realization, she found out she was in love with him too.” Gloria narrates, “So she told him…”

“As much as I appreciate your gifts,” the girl blushed, “you don't have to earn my affection. You can just… have it.”

As the two shared a gentle kiss, Gloria grinned down at Julian, who's visible eye was wide. “Sound familiar?”

The small nod he responds with edges her to continue.

“Of course, it wasn't always going to stay this perfect. The king found out and locked his son away, and once the girl's father found out that a half-man-half-bird creature existed, he decided he wanted to take it as a trophy. So the forest and the village teetered on the downward spiral of a small war. Using his daughter, the hunter lead his party to the how of the Raven King, who met their small army with an army of his own. The prince escorted his tower and swooped down between the humans and the forest creatures before any fighting broke out, in which the two started their love for one another- but it didn't stop her feather from taking a swipe at the Raven King, until the two men met eyes.”

“A flashback took place between the two. Years ago, they'd been close friends as well, with father's that disproved of their friendship, muck like their children now. But the current king’s father had been much more crafty and malicious than his son, and cursed the town and his son's friend by means of memory loss and replacement, in which the two sides hated as didn't believe in the other, respectively. The moment the two men had made complete eye contact, the spell was broken. Of course, they apologised to everyone, including the prince and the girl, and it was a happy ending. Even her former betrothed found a happy ending without the girl, who married the prince, by giving a nice, quiet life with the town’s local horologist, who was a man. And they knew peace for the rest of their days.”

As Gloria finished her story, the light melted away, leaving the couple alone once more.

She turned to Julian, who looked up at her in return. “Did that help you, Ilya-love?”

“Very much so,” he smiled, “Thank you, sweetness. Did you make that story up yourself?”

“It's something I've been working on for a bit,” Gloria explains, “and I'm actually quite proud of it. The only problem is… I don't have names for anyone except the prince."

“Oh? And what's his name?”

“... Maven.”

[thelittleredheadedmusician]

Birthday Wishes

A very Happy Birthday to @pansexualcassiecain!!! May your day be filled with cake and love! And of course Cass.

Cass rolled over and stretched, kicking the blankets that had tangled themselves around her legs off of the bed. Groping the nightstand for her phone she squinted at the bright screen as she sat up. Roughly ten different text messages glowed at her, fighting to be opened first, all with various phrases of the same sentiment. She smiled and tapped her passcode in as she made her way to the kitchen and the food it held. 

Leaning against the counter Cass couldn’t stop herself from laughing into the apple she had grabbed for breakfast. The very first message she opened had been Steph’s and it contained a video her best friend had obviously compiled over the course of patrol the night before. Hopping onto her kitchen counter Cass turned the phone’s volume and got comfy as she tapped the screen to make it play.

“CAAAAAASSSSSS!!! IT’S YOUR DAY OF BIRTH!!!” Batgirl yelled at the camera. “As such I have taken it upon myself to gather you well wishes. This will likely need editing...” Batgirl trailed off and a look of concern flashed across her face before she immediately perked up, “Really O? Thank you! So what that was was that Oracle just said that she’d help me edit the video so Operation Birthday Wishes for Black Bat is a go!” The camera, Cass figured Steph had been using her phone to record this, turned around and she got a great view of the Gotham skyline as Batgirl fired a grapple and jumped off the roof with a woop.

The video then cut to an image of Red Robin in an alley cuffing a couple of thugs. “Double R! Redbird! My man, my boyo, my bestie!” Steph called from off screen. Tim looked at Steph and even Cass could tell he was quirking an eyebrow at their blonde friend from under his cowl. She stifled a laugh at the expression she knew she would later screen shot. 

“Batgirl? I- do I want to know?” Red Robin asked as he straightened up and nudged the thug slightly more to the side. 

“I’m gathering birthday wishes for Black Bat!” Steph told him, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet if the video’s shaking was any indication. 

Tim grinned, “Ok. What do you want me to say?” he stepped closer to Steph and the camera. 

“Whatever you want! But keep it PG,” she replied. 

He laughed, “My name is Red Robin, not Red Hood. Alright. Happy Birthday Black Bat! You’re my favorite sister, even if you weren’t my only sister, and I’m honored to call you that.” He glanced down at the thug on the ground then back to the camera, “Yeah, he’s unconscious enough for this. Cass, you are an amazing dancer, fighter, and person. I’m so glad to know you and have the opportunity to work with you and learn from you. I missed you and can’t tell you how glad I am that you’re back in Gotham. I hope you have a wonderful birthday and by sure you stop by the manor at some point because you deserve cake.” He smiled and waved at the camera.

“Aw, that was sweet Timmy.” 

“Thanks. Now do you mind giving me a hand?”

The video cut to a rooftop, or at least Cass guessed it was a rooftop because the footage was shaking like crazy. “Red Hood! Wait! Agh! O? A little help on this one?” Steph shouted as she ran. The shaking and presumably Steph slowed as the figure she had been chasing stopped. “Thanks. I owe you like times a million at this point. Hood! Just two minutes! For Cass!”

Her brother crossed his arms over the red bat on his chest, “Fine. But only because I like Black Bat and Barbie asked nicely.”

“Um ouch.” Steph sassed as she adjusted her phone. “So I’m recording well wishes for Black Bat’s birthday. If you could just be nice for like two minutes I swear I’ll not bother you for the rest of the month.”

Jason laughed as he removed his helmet, just leaving the red domino underneath. “We both know that’s a false statement Blondie. Alright,” he addressed the camera, “Cass you are one helluva gal. Honest. You’re one of the few people in our messed up family that I actually like and that’s saying something cause you regularly eat my food.You’re goofy and have a heart that’s about six sizes too big. So double the Grinch’s!” He grinned at his own joke and Cass laughed as on the recording Stephanie groaned. “No comments from the peanut gallery,” Jason told Steph pointing a finger at her. “So yeah. Keep being awesome and have a great birthday sis.”

“Thank you Jason!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just make sure Oracle knows that I’m expecting that takeout when I get back.” With that he put his helmet back on and jumped off the roof.

“Well somebody sure knows how to make a dramatic exit,” Steph mumbled causing Cass to lose it. She accidentally hit her head on the cabinet and pausing the video went to get ice.

Coming back she tapped play and the screen cut once more to a different roof, “C’mon Damian. It’s for Cass and you love her.”

“-tt- I do not.”

“You like her better than you like me.”

“I tolerate you Brown, I respect Cassandra. There is a difference or shall I get you a dictionary for your own birthday?” Her youngest brother snarked as he appeared on screen, sitting on the roof polishing his katanna.

“Fine. Whatever. But if you really respected her you would tell her so and since I am putting this together for her birthday...”

Robin tilted his head up and glared, Cass smiled because no matter how menacing he thought that face made him look she thought it made the baby bat down right huggable. “-tt- Fine.” He rearranged his features into a more pleasant expression before beginning, “Cassandra. You are a superb fighter with whom I am honored to train. Your discipline and skill is commendable and near incomparable. You are also a graceful dancer and have taught me much about how to be ‘normal’. Thank you for your companionship and may you have a pleasant birthday. That good?” Damian asked as he returned his attention to the sword in his lap.

“I honestly don’t know what that was but I’m gonna take it. Thanks Dami!” With that Steph must have took off running once again because the camera suddenly shifted and the images blurred. Cass burst out laughing at the still audible “No names in the field fatgirl!”

The video next cut to an image of the cave where still in his Nightwing suit but the mask discarded Dick was practicing he gymnastics. “Yeah! Anything for Cass!” He said as he flipped himself onto his hands and walked on them to where Steph must have been standing at the edge of the mats. Flipping himself back onto his feet he grinned at the camera. 

“Showoff.” Cass muttered with a grin at her brother. 

“Cass, you are one of the kindest, most selfless people and I’m proud to call you my little sister. I love watching Disney movies together and when we dance and play tag. Thank you for braving my cooking and always watching over Tim and Steph. I hope you have an excellent birthday and I promise we’ll have another movie marathon soon.” He then grinned and blew a kiss to the camera. Cass smiled at that, knowing it was his way of trying to speak her language.

“That was cute. Thanks Dick.”

“Anytime. B is poking around the computer if you still need him.” Dick said as he went back to his gymnastics.

“I do, thanks!”

It then cut to an image of Batman silhouetted against the cave’s huge computer screen. “Batman? Do you have a second? It’s for Black Bat’s birthday.”

The large man turned around and pushed the cowl off his face, “For you kids I can always make time.” Cass could just imagine her best friend squirming slightly at that.

“Uh, cool. Um, thanks. So I’m collecting birthday wishes for Cass if you’d like to say anything.”

Bruce nodded and turned to stare directly into the camera, “Cassandra, you are the best daughter any father could hope for and you make us all very proud. I hope you have a happy birthday.” The corners of his mouth twitched up in the barest hint of a smile before he turned his attention back to Steph. “Good?”

“Perfect, thanks B.” The camera then dropped to point at the floor and Steph practically ran away. Once again it swooped to look at Steph, “You got an almost smile out of Batman. You are definitely the favorite.” Cass grinned, she knew she was the favorite.

The next cut was to the manor’s kitchen where Alfred sat at the table with a cup of tea. “A birthday message for Miss Cassandra? I can certainly do that.”

“Aw thanks Alfred!” 

Clearing his throat Alfred smiled at the camera, “Miss Cassandra, you are one of the most beautiful, intelligent, and talented young women I’ve had the pleasure of meeting. Your compatriots obviously some of the others,” at this Cass could hear Steph give a soft “aww” and she couldn’t help but blush at the older man’s kind words. “I know that if you even accomplish half as much with the rest of your life as you already have it would be a feat. May you have a wonderful birthday and please stop by for cake.” He gave a short nod and smiled.

“Perfect. Thank you Alfred.”

“Anything for you girls Miss Stephanie.”

The next scene was on the rooftops of Gotham once more and Steph had managed to track down Duke and Harper in the same spot. “I thought we were going to all go get ice cream tomorrow?” Harper asked as she put a hand on her hip.

“Well yeah but I’m doing this too. You really think the boys would get ice cream with us?”

“Touche.”

“I’d get ice cream with you guys.” Duke said looking between the camera and the blue-haired girl.

“Alright, I’ll text you when and where later.” Harper told him with a shrug.

“Alright, on topic I need your birthday wishes for Cass.” Steph told the other teenagers.

“Cassandra the magnificent,” Harper began with a wicked grin. “You my lovely are stunning in more ways then one. You make me laugh constantly and always know exactly what I’m feeling. You are one of my best friends and I’m so happy to have you in my life. I hope that you special day is just as special as you are!” She laughed a bit and made a goofy heart out of her fingers to point at the camera. Cass grinned down at the image and made a mental note to screenshot that later too.

“My turn? Ok, Cass you are truly one in a million. You don’t talk much but that’s never stopped you from teasing me and cracking jokes. You’ve always been nothing but welcoming to me and for that I thank you. I hope that you have a great birthday.” Cass smiled a Duke, the two hadn’t known each other long but they were quickly becoming great friends.

The last cut was to the inside of the Clocktower where Barbara sat in front of her computer screens. “Whenever you’re ready Babs.” Steph said and the redhead nodded. “Cass, when I first met you I had no idea how close we would become but I sure am glad we did. You taught me so much about myself and gave me so much of exactly what I needed when I was in a bad time and that is perseverance. For that I will be eternally grateful. You’re one of my closest friends and I love you like a sister. I hope that you have a very happy birthday. Love ya Cass.” Babs smiled and then repeated her words in sign language and Cass forced herself not to cry because she knew Barbara would tell her that tears shouldn’t be wasted on her.

The camera then spun to show Steph, still in her Batgirl suit but cowl pulled down and blonde hair wildly disheveled. “Cass! I hope that when you wake up and watch this video that it starts your birthday off right. You’re my very best friend and I would honest to god be lost without. The lessons you taught me and the bravery and kindness that you exhibit every day are things I can only hope to strive for. Have an extremely happy, merry, wonderful, all around great birthday! Love you!”

The screen went black before returning to her messaging app. Cass smiled down at the screen before typing out quick thank yous to he family and friends. It was a happy birthday indeed.

Jean, I hope your birthday wishes are just as wonderful as Cass’s. Happy Birthday darling!

[toreadorwriter]

What Happens in the dark ch 1 moving in

Jewel's p.o.v

When I said that I wanted to live on my own, that was before I made it to LA. I had drastically changed my mind after.  L.A. was expensive as hell, but my master wanted me to stay nearby where he could reach me. Unfortunately, the Vampiric Council had found out that he was dating his ghoul and didn't approve of it, which I really don't understand why they care so much, but I also don't want to see him get into trouble. He is the Baron of Hollywood, after all, we just really can't he seen together romantically unless in private that's all. Until I decide that I want to become a vampire too, anyhow. That's when our romance can go public which I would but I’m not quite ready to give up food anytime soon. I also  don't want to give up on my only true loves Isaac, Romero, and Tacos so here i am at this big fancy...

Well..

...Almost fancy big apartment that I will be sharing with several other girls. My boyfriend Romero stopped at the new apartment to drop off all of my things before kissing me goodbye. The Vampiric Council seems unaware that Romero is romantically involved with Isaac as well, but if they do know then it's mighty unfair that they’re kicking me out  to the curb. Of all people, the Vampire Council thinks sex with ghouls is “taboo and unnatural”- says the creatures who drink the blood of the living to survive- but whatever. What's been said is done and all set in stone. maybe one day in the future human and monster will be able to live together in harmony but, until now it's best if I lay low for a while. The Nosferatu and Toreador loved to gossip like the old crones they were and that's another reason I decided I had to move out of the master's place for the time being.

Pulling up in my pink dream car, Romero helped me drag all my things along with the movers who arrived just in time. Rolling up to the new place, the door opened and I thought it was my best friend Suzi, but nope, a very beautiful goth woman with dark red hair answered the door cheerfully and her smile was so contagious, I couldn't help but smile too. She must be a Malkavian, no one is ever that cheerful after the embrace.

“Oh you must be Jewel! My name is Alysa, it's nice to meet you," the woman said while extending her hand out to greet me.  Smiling, I shook her hand.

''It's nice to meet you too, Alysa, Thanks for inviting me to live here I really appreciate it,"  I replied back, adjusting my purse on my shoulder. Alysa was just about to say something when a loud raspy cackle startled us both.

“Well if it isn't Barbie back from the Dream House!” the female Nosferatu mocked. Sashaying up to me she looked me up and down grimacing in disapproval at my outfit. Apparently, pink shorts and a lace top were forbidden in her eyes.

'' And lookie here ya even got a Gucci belt on and a pink hair ribbon with high heels. Wow, you must be Isaac's favorite little plaything…" she hissed rudely. Alysa quickly stood in between us

“She didn't mean that, Jewel …..Marie be nice!" She spat in an annoyed tone.

The Nosferatu rolled her eyes before giving us both the finger and walking away “Enjoy your new dream house 'bitch!’” she yelled back. I almost threw the pumpkin spiced drink in my hand right at her bald head. Alysa, sensing that the ghoul was really getting agitated, grabbed the other woman's hand and led her upstairs.

VV and Yukie were discussing plans for tonight when the two bumped into them.

''Hey Yukie, hey VV this is the new roomate I was telling you about, remember?"  she said cheerfully, and the others looked confused for a second before it finally hit them. ''Oh yeah, the witch....i mean necromancer... er... never mind. My name is Yukie it's really nice to meet you." the Japaneese woman said happily, shaking Jewel's hand.

“Finally, pleasant people!” the necromancer thought to herself before shaking hers back.

'' and my name is V.V.…”the other red headed vamp started before gasping “Oh my God, who did your nails?"  she asked quickly snatching the black woman's hand and admiring the pink and jewel decorated nail art on them,  making the young ghoul smile. ''Oh, Kiki from Ooo La La nails did it for me and it only cost me $40 bucks, you should definitely go to her," she recommended. The four girls chattered on and on until it was time for Alysa to show her upstairs to her room where Jewel and the movers unloaded all her belongings. After everything was unloaded, Alysa showed Jewel the rest of the apartment. The kitchen was an industrial wooden theme with old fashioned chairs and a classic looking fridge from the 1950s in that famous robin’s egg blue. The sink was polished copper and absolutely spotless. A breakfast nook sat in the corner, furnished with plush pillows and bare, antique style light bulbs were suspended from the ceiling giving the nook a warm glow.

“That's strange,” Jewel thought to herself, “the kitchen looks absolutely spotless, a little too spotless for a house packed with ghouls.” Upon opening the fridge, it was filled with blood packets of all blood types and organic food, junk food,energy drinks,soda and several types of snack food, and a leftover chinese take out box. Other than the blood in the fridge, it was a typical bachelorette diet.At that the new ghoul closed the fridge.

One the way to the bathroom, Alysa showed her the bathroom and the room next to it was Suzie's room, marked with a bright blue door, which was shut and the room was off limits for now.  Jewel was sad that her friend was off at work and not at home, but she will be back soon enough. It took a while, but the pair finally made it to the library. The house as well as the library was decorated with tons of plants of all types in several different pots and books of all literature types. From twilight, to classical vampire literature from old to new, books from all sorts of ages and dead languages, and most impressively,  books stolen from the tremere chantry itself.Jewel whistled in amazement and amusement. Upon looking at the couches littered with decorative pillows of all sorts from tacky, to plain,to glamorous, to macabre, to kawaii. It was obvious that all the housemates contributed to the decor was so odd that the ghoul couldn't help but laugh. Off to the side of the library, th last place they visited was the game room which looked like an arcade and chock full of nerd stuff, including a book shelf full of board games and dice of all shapes and sizes. Alysa gave Jewel the tour of her own room- it was a mix of gothic and nerdy with dark purple walls and black lace curtains and  a rather odd sized coffin in the middle of the room.

“Go on, open it”

Inside the coffin was a bright orange electric guitar. Alysa started to laugh hysterically.

“Don’t worry, we don’t sleep in coffins if we don’t want to. Honestly, they are not very comfortable.  But I adore coffin cases, even in life I thought it was funny.”

Looking around the rest of the room, there were Star Wars posters and a victorian era vanity covered in makeup and a little computer desk covered in textbooks and robot pieces and small statues of video game characters. There was also a couch with a bright red fuzzy blanket and a nest of pillows, this was probably where Alysa slept. It was refreshing for Jewel to see a fellow nerd who shared her same interests that this place was starting to feel like home.

The last place visited was Two's room. He just moved in yesterday, and tonight he was busy painting his room all black. He was so engrossed in painting, he didn't see them come in until Allysa knocked on his door and accidentally scared him. Upon realizing who it was, the younger ghoul stepped down from the stepladder to greet them.

'' Hey Two, sorry to bother you, but this is the new roomate I was telling you about yesterday, and her name's Jewel." Alysa piped up happily pushing the pink-clad necromancer ghoul towards him.

''It's nice n- n - nice to meet you. Damn it I stuttered."  The necromancer cursed and the other ghoul laughed.

“It's fine; no need to be embarrassed. Alysa here told me all about you. Now I'm not gonna lie dude, I got kind of scared because you know Craigslist always has creeps on it, but this is a nice surprise. Also, love the outfit, you look like a model."  He complimented and that made Jewel crack a smile.'

“Aw man, thank you so much that means a lot……" but before she could even finish what she was going to say, a loud bang from the kitchen startled all three of them. In high concern, all three supernaturals ran to go see what was happening in the kitchen.

Two and Alysa exchanged concerned glances when they entered the kitchen and saw Marie stuffing her face with the flaming hot Cheetos  that she knew damn well that belonged to Jewel and purposely ate them to get under the other's skin.

''You asshole! My boyfriend got that for me not you! And why are you eating human snacks anyway, aren’t you dead?"  Jewel asked and Marie snickered before stuffing the last chips down her grotesque throat. ''Sorry, I didn't see your name on the bag…. The nosferatu shut right up and she placed a clawed hand on her mouth.  Turning a horrible sickly green color that was not normal, especially for a Nosferatu. Pushing them out the way, Marie quickly ran into one of the unused guest bathrooms and slammed the door. Two grimaced while Alysa nervously bit her lip. Now Jewel would have felt bad for the other woman had she not been rude within the grand total of five minutes of knowing each other, but she considered this as karma. A horrible gag erupted from the nearby bathroom making her feel nauseous herself.

Jewel suddenly no longer wanted her pumpkin spice drink and set it on the granite counter .

''Um sorry about Marie, she’s not always like this. Let's get you settled in, shall we?" Two asked and the black woman nodded before leaving upstairs with the other ghoul as Alysa went over to check on Marie.

“Don’t worry about Marie, I’ll keep an eye on her” the Malkavian reassured the newest housemate.

That bathroom definitely was going to have to be cleaned with bleach tomorrow.

To be continued….