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openheart12 · 4 years

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Hi, yes, hello beautiful! Can you write a fic where MC accidentally sends Ethan her entire fanfic folder by mistake 😂🤣

How To Get Away With Fanfiction

I’m reliving my embarrassment 😭 but it is done and idk wtf happened with this lmao. This is also to make up for earlier kmjhygfd

Only tagging @ao719 @oofchoices @loveellamae @burnsoslow because no one else should have to read this unless they click on the read more and if they do... god bless. And thank you to Maroe for helping me come up with some of these ideas!

It had been a long day at work when Dr. Gertrude-Sue Claws made her way home to do the one thing that relaxed her; writing fanfiction.

She had thought of the perfect idea for Spirit and Rainbow Dash and her fingers flew across the keyboard.

There was something about the multi colors in his mane and tail that drew him to her. He lived by the phrase, “hump ‘em and dump ‘em,” which he planned on doing with Rainbow Dash, but not without consent because horse jail wasn’t fun. He had heard the horror stories from his human friends, Kurns and Bryce.

“Rainbow Dash,” he neighed.

“Spirit…” She neighed back in response, she knew all about his...extracurricular activities. He was the biggest fuck horse out of the herd. Ever since Rain had died from drowning, god bless, he hadn’t been the same. It was also why he paid more attention to Rainbow Dash because she had Rain in the first part of her name.

“Let’s do this,” he smirked with his horse mouth.

“Fine…” She turned her back to him as he reared on his hind legs and mounted her, letting out a series of neighs.

She laughed silently to herself before moving on her Owen Hunt fic and she knew how much she was going to enjoy this one especially.

Owen was walking through the halls when he saw five women stalking towards him like cats, one even had whiskers drawn on her face. “Anitah with the h, get him!” He heard one of them command and watched as she came up to him, kicking him in no man's land. He felt them drag him into an empty exam room.

“MAROE! You got the chainsaw?”

“Nah bruh, Bears and Rams were in charge of that,” she explained.

Anything but Krista, cocked her half shaved eyebrow at Burns and Ella. “Y’all got the chainsaw?”

“No, but I have the cream for the burn I’m about to inflict,” Burns snickered to herself at her own joke, the others joining in before getting back to business.

“Burns, Ella, go scope out the cafeteria for some good food because I can’t kill in good faith on an empty stomach and as me and Ella say, we always get food first,” Anything but Krista said, turning her attention to the two people left, throwing them both a knife. Then proceeded to stab Owen numerous times, but making sure not to hit any major organs yet.

“We need a blender,” Anitah with the h announced.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Anything but Krista and MAROE said at the same time, looking at each other and bursting into laughter at the jinx.

“If that was making a human smoothie, then yes. We’ll show him that no one messes with Derek Christopher Shepherd,” Anitah with the h said smugly, pulling a blender out from behind her back and plugging it into the wall.

“You...you pulled that out of your jacket?” MAROE asked in a surprising tone.

“Y’all don’t keep blenders in yours?” Anitah with the h asked as if that wasn’t common, but it was good to know that she was always prepared.

Suddenly, the walkie talkie came to life, “Team Bears/Rams to Team CA, what y’all want from here? Over and out.”

“Team CA to Team Bears/Rams, we want CookOut. Over and out.” Anything but Krista responded. “It’s about time y’all tried a little piece of heaven,” she looked at Anitah with the h and MAROE.

“That’s a negative ghost rider, the closest CookOut is on the other side of the country. Over and out.”

“Well you better get on your way because you two also need to try a little piece of heaven, we’ll save the good stuff for when you get back. Over and out.” The trio resumed their slice and dice game, taking a short break to play Choices because the latest chapter of The Nanny Affair had just been released and even Owen wasn’t going to keep them away from Sam Dalton.

A couple hours later, Burns and Ella arrived with the food, handing out their respective trays to their respective orderers, they were able to keep the milkshakes from melting by their cold hearts.

“Ahhh gimme my milkshake,” Anything but Krista snatched it from Burns’ hand, earning a slap on her hand from her adoptive mother and a threat of taking away her pony...again.

“Yooo this shake hits different,” Ella exclaimed.

“You could even say that it slaps,” MAROE added making her squeak.

“It’s the one good thing North Carolina has to offer for me,” Anything but Krista chimed in, fist bumping Anitah with the h because the struggle was real. The cows really did outnumber the people, they just hoped that there wouldn’t be a cow revolution because that would be awful except the yeehaw folk would probably survive since they did have a song called “A Country Boy Can Survive.”

“Burns, we left you the honor of picking the perfect weather for us to dispose of the body which is more like liquid at this point. We need rain, thunder, and lightning to erase all of the evidence. Watching “Forensic Files” has finally come in handy. And Ella, we need you to pretend to be a nurse or something to help us get out of here. I’ll be honest, I haven’t thought that far ahead…” Anything but Krista admitted, but they expected that from her so they already had a plan in place.

“If anyone happens to see Derek Shepherd, I ask that you tell me,” MAROE added.

“Not if I find him first,” Anything but Krista said.

“He’s like fifty four years old…” Burns said being ever the good adoptive mother.

“Then I call Spencer Reid!” Anything but Krista exclaimed.

“I have Lucifer then,” MAROE challenged knowing that would get under her skin.

“Children, calm yourselves.” Burns shook her head.

“Hey, I’ll be eighteen in like a number amount of months,” Anything but Krista said.

“I’ll be eighteen before you,” MAROE said, sticking out her tongue.

“I’Ll Be EiGhTeEn BeFoRe YoU,” she repeated, placing her hands on her hips and doing that Spongebob meme. After thinking of a better comeback, she grabbed her knife she used on Owen earlier and plunged it into MAROE’s back.

“Et tu, Brute?” MAROE said with shock in her voice before her body crumpled on the ground.

“Yes, bye bitch.”

The other three just stared as the blood drained from her body before turning their attention to Anything but Krista. They were the epitome of 👁👄👁.

“What? She wanted to “due” anyway. And at her funeral we can play “To Be So Lonely” because well she will be lol.”

“Anywaysss, we gonna get food or what?” Ella asked as she covered Owen’s body with a sheet.

“Wings?” Burns suggested and they all agreed. After arriving at the restaurant, they were very shocked to see MAROE sitting at a table waiting for them.

“It’s the trying to kill me for me,” she said upon taking their seats, glaring at Anything But Krista specifically.

“It’s the stealing my fictional husbands for me,” she retaliated.

“It’s the acting like children for me,” Burns' authoritative voice came.

“Sorry,” they both murmured as they looked over the menus to order their food. The rest of their lunch going smoothly, their victims already forgotten about. Don’t mess with hangry chicks who hate Owent Cunt.

“So who’s next?” Anitah with the h asked.

“Ahh you’ve gotten the first taste of blood and now you’re addicted,” Burns observed. She would make for a good profiler for the FBI at Quantico. She would have a cool nickname; Cunt Punter.

“Why not just kill everyone we hate?” Ella questioned.

“That’s a great idea! I say we kill Guy and Vanessa,” Anything but Krista suggested.

“And Landrat!” MAROE added, the whole group agreeing, finishing their lunch before getting to their killing spree.

Gertrude-Sue was laughing at her made up characters and story when she received an email from Ethonk Remy to send him a folder that she had. Goggle Drive was acting stupid so she didn’t realize that she had shared her fanfiction folder with her boss before it was too late. She saw a little giraffe pop up in the right hand corner telling her that he was already viewing what was inside the folder.

“Holy donkey claws,” she cried out loud, smacking her hands against her face.

Meanwhile, Ethonk was going through her folder when he came across a document and his eyes went wide. “What are they doing with the dog?” He said to himself.

Wonder pets, wonder pets

We're on our way

To help a friend and save the day

We're not too big

And we're not too tough

But when we work together, we've got the right stuff

Gooo wonder pets yaaaaay!

The phone

The phone is ringing

The phone

We'll be right there

The phone

The phone is ringing

There's an animal in trouble

There's an animal in trouble somewhere

“What the hell are Wonder Pets?” He continued inspecting the different documents ranging from murder of one Owen Cunt, horses having sexual intercourse, Wonder Pets stuff, four kids and a dog where they did questionable things with each other, a sponge and a starfish were high on marijuana, a game where Gertrude-Sue had made him and her a family that looked way too realistic for his liking, two bunnies who kept hopping around with one of their little brothers, and multiple documents about Matthew Gray Gubler, Tom Holland, Tom Ellis, Patrick Dempsey, and Harry Styles which were all quite disturbing.

He took out his phone to call her. “Hey uh, Gert, what is this?”

“Oh well you see, the funny thing is that I accidentally sent you the wrong folder so if you could just pretend like this never happened, that would be fantastic. Okay thanks bye. I’m sending you the right one this time.” And she hung up, ready to throw herself off a cliff at her stupidity.

One thing was for sure, she would never make this mistake again.

#CA chronicles

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singledarkshade · 3 years

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Deadly Puzzle

Part Four (Part One, Part Two and Part Three can be found here) Eve watched Gideon wander into the Psych offices and back to her desk. She headed to the fridge and grabbed some cans of soda before heading back to where her sister was sitting.

“This isn’t like you,” Eve said offering her one of the sodas, “You never give up. I still have the earplugs I bought when you wanted to go to Disneyland and spent several months singing ‘It’s A Small World After All’ at me.”

“What?” Gideon looked at her confused before explaining, “I’m not giving up. The only chance we have to win the game at this point is to change the rules.”

Eve sighed in relief as Gideon took one of the cans and opening it.

“I took a risk at the hotel,” Gideon continued, taking a drink, “Because I knew he wouldn't kill her. I knew he wouldn't kill her because he loves the game too much, but that bought me time. It bought me time to work on my own...well with you.”

Nodding Eve said, “Okay? What’s your plan?”

“We're going to drop off his radar,” Gideon told her, “We're still going to find Vanessa. We're going to do it on our own. I would prefer Rip to be with me, but since Jonas and Miranda needs him right now, you’ll do.”

Shaking her head at her sister’s bluntness, Eve said, “All right, where do we start?”

Gideon took a deep breath, “We go back to the beginning. Back to the beginning, and we trace the steps of Mr. Yang.”

“So,” Eve said, “Where to first?”

“The café,” Gideon stated, “There’s something bothering me about that whole thing.”

Gideon walked into the café, nodding to Ethan who had taken over from Holly. She was well known in the café, so none of the staff bothered as she stood recreating that morning in her head.

“Focus,” Eve said, “Close your eyes and see everything from this morning.”

In her mind, Gideon walked through her steps from that morning. The conversation with Holly, sitting looking over the bay which gave her the ability to see the staff car park. Walking outside so she could see the carpark again, Gideon frowned in thought. She knew this café, she knew the staff patterns.

“Ethan,” she called, heading over to him, “There was a pink mini in the car park this morning. Do you know whose car that was?”

He mused for a moment before pulling up some information on the tablet he had, “That’s Vanessa’s.”

Gideon turned to her sister, “He took Vanessa in her own car. We find that, we find her.”

“I’m calling, Wells,” Eve said pulling out her phone and putting it on speaker, “Detective, the waitress drives a pink mini. If you find the car, then you’ll find her.”

“We already have,” Harrison replied, “You need to get here.”

Gideon and Eve shared a confused look before Gideon demanded, “Where?”

Rip arrived at the motel, the same time as Gideon and Eve.

“Jonas?” Gideon asked instantly.

Rip nodded, “He’s fine and fast asleep in his bed.”

“Come on, you two,” Eve told them, “From Wells’ voice this is urgent.”

They headed inside and were met by Ray who took them to the room that was already cordoned off.

“Kendra,” Rip called when they reached the open door, “What happened?”

Kendra walked over and took a quick breath, “We found the waitress. She’s alive and has been taken to the hospital.”

Eve frowned, “Then why are we here?”

Grimacing Kendra motioned them inside, “He left us another message which you all need to see.”

Leading them into the bathroom where Wells was waiting for them, Gideon frowned at how concerned he looked.

“What is his message?” she asked.

Taking a slow breath, Wells stepped to one side letting them see the message left on the mirror.

“Gideon no longer wants to play,” Rip read, “Stakes too low to make you stay?” he frowned as his eyeline slid down to the random items pasted below the words. His frown deepened then realisation and horror covered his face.

“Rip?” Gideon demanded worriedly, “What is it?”

He turned to her, his face pale, “He has my mother.”

“What?” Gideon stared at everything before she saw keyring Rip had bought Mary for the first birthday that he spent with her. It was one of Mary’s most treasured possessions, “Oh God no.”

Gideon felt sick to her stomach. Mary had been like a mother to Gideon from the day they’d met as well as a confidant and friend to Eve. They were a family.

“Hunter, Rider,” Wells called from the other room, “Get in here.”

Taking his hand in hers, Gideon pulled Rip into the other room, and Wells motioned them over to the back wall.

“You should be moving,” Rip read, his voice shaking, “As most people do, but instead you sit and enjoy the view.”

Gideon squeezed his hand before finishing, “P.S. Mommy says, 'Hi' and 'Bye'. Just in case.”

Eve rested her hand on Gideon’s shoulder and Rip’s arm before asking, “Why did he spell view as VU?”

“Maybe that’s the hint?” Kendra suggested.

Harrison rolled his eyes, “Or maybe he ran out of lipstick.”

Gideon stepped into the centre of the room, taking slow deep breaths as she closed her eyes and tried to think over everything. She needed to focus on where Mary could be for Rip. He always looked after her, always made sure she was safe and was the one person in Gideon’s world that she knew would do anything for her.

She had to do this for him. Mary Xavier had come into Rip’s life when he believed no one could ever care about him, taking in a boy who had lost his real mother so young he barely remembered her and had been abandoned by his father who should have protected him, giving him a loving home where he thrived into the amazing man he was now.

“VU,” Gideon breathed, her mind going through every possibility, all the other clues Yang had left them, “V…U…” she stopped and turned to them, “I know where he’s taken her.”

*********************************************

Gideon jumped out Rip’s car the moment he stopped and ran towards the entrance of the Drive-In, with Eve, Cisco, Wells, Kendra and Rip following on. Not far behind them were more officers ready to search the place for Mary.

“All right,” Wells said, “We know he used the waitress's car, so there's a good chance he’s taken Ms Xavier’s too.”

Gideon nodded, “It’s very possible.”

“What does she drive?” Kendra asked.

Rip frowned, “It’s a white sedan. She leaves it in storage when she’s not here.”

“Fan out,” Wells ordered everyone including the officers, “And find it but do not approach without us.”

Gideon scanned the area, hating that she was so short and couldn’t see everything she needed to. Without hesitation, she climbed onto a wall before stepping onto the nearest car bonnet. She jumped from car to car, ignoring the yells from the people inside them and finally spotted the car she was looking for. Running over Gideon slowed as she reached the car, studying it to see if there were any booby traps, she could see Mary sitting in the front seat.

There was a red light on the back of the seat and Gideon traced it back to the projection room. Seeing Wells and Kendra she motioned them towards it before crouching beneath the path of the light.

Gideon moved to the door, “Mary.” She could see the tape across Mary’s mouth and slowly reached out to remove it, “Hi.”

“It’s a decoy,” Mary whispered, her eyes drifting down to the pot of popcorn sitting on the other seat. A small red blinking light was just visible beneath the kernels.

“I see that, “Gideon turned and saw Rip coming towards them, “Get down,” she ordered him.

Following her orders, Rip looked up at her, “Gideon?”

“She’s strapped in, Rip and there appears to be a bomb,” Gideon told him, “Just stay there.”

Irritation filled his face, but Rip knew Gideon was right.

“Mary,” Gideon breathed, “Where is he?”

Mary’s eyes darted to the side, Gideon followed it to the truck parked a few spaces across and saw a woman in there who waved cheerily at Gideon.

Slowly she walked towards Yang, hearing Rip assuring Mary he was there, and they’d get her out of this.

Reaching the truck, Gideon saw Yang was not only a woman but also close in ages to her and Rip. Her long dark hair sat just above her shoulders, she had pale skin and a slight smile on her lips.

“Admit it,” she drawled, “I’m not what you expected, am I? It's the bone structure.”

Gideon glared at her, “I won. I beat you. That was the deal so let Mary go.”

“You are just amazing,” Yang praised her, “Just my most, most admirable foe. But then, see, I knew you would be. That's why I chose you.”

“Because I'm your yin?” Gideon asked annoyed, “Well, that's sweet. Thank you for that but you're completely surrounded and there's no way out of this for you.”

In the background sirens sounded coming closer.

“Do you know what I love about this movie, Gideon,” Yang asked with a slight smile, “It has a great resolution. Okay, so call me old-fashioned, but really is there anything more satisfying than a solid ending?” she shrugged, “You call me a killer, but the truth is I complete things,”

Gideon let out a snort of disdain.

Ignoring Gideon’s scorn, Yang continued, “And that is what people really want, to feel complete. And now our story, that we created so beautifully together, is going to end.”

Worry filled Gideon, “How?”

Yang smirked, “Do you want to know what it is? Or do you want to be surprised?”

Gideon shook her head, “Let me guess. You want to die, right? Suicide by cop. Wow, you’re a cliché.”

“I could have killed your surrogate mom hours ago, Gideon. Your best friend’s mom,” Yang gave a dreamy smile as she showed Gideon the small black box in her hand with a trigger and blinking light matching the one sitting beside Mary, “This switch has such a light touch, like pinching a baby's cheek. And then, boom!!!!!”

Gideon jumped.

“She blows up. How much fun would that be to see?” Yang cried excitedly, “Oh, it gives me shivers, I want to do that so badly,” she sighed, “But then you wouldn't like me, Gideon and I want you to like me.”

“If you want me to like you,” Gideon demanded, “Then why did you hurt people I care about?”

Yang shook her head again, “You mean the little boy? Oh, that was set up to distract your partner, never to hurt any of the kids and they were fine. I needed to see how you did without tall and broody by your side.”

Ice trickled along Gideon’s spine, “Why?”

“To see if you were as good without him as you are with him,” Yang smiled, “And you exceeded my expectations. You are amazing Gideon and I need you to like me, because we're going to be working together again.”

Gideon glared at her, “Not a chance because you’re going to rot in a cell with four padded walls. The end.”

“No,” Yang smiled even more, “The end of the beginning. I'm going to write a book. It’s going to be our story, Gideon and it's going to be epic, a bestseller. And guess what? I want you to write the forward.”

“Not a chance in hell,” Gideon snapped.

“Oh well,” Yang shrugged, offering Gideon the trigger, “Just think about it when you’re tucked up with your family after this.”

Gideon slowly took the small black box and held it out the window calling, “Clear.”

The world exploded into activity as Wells gently took the trigger from Gideon and deactivated it, allowing Rip to release Mary while Kendra arrested Yang.

“Gideon,” she called, “You know when you talk about me, call me by my other chosen name.”

“Which is?” Gideon asked relieved when Eve moved to her side.

Yang smiled, “Nora. Not as unusual as yours but I like it.”

As Yang/Nora was marched away Gideon leaned into her sister’s embrace watching Rip hug Mary tightly before leading her to the paramedics so they could check her out.

It was over.

#fic #ripfic #legends of tomorrow #rip hunter #gideon #eve baxter #mary xavier #harrison wells #kendra saunders #psych au verse

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luxurylives · 5 years

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Missing Pieces Part 4

Pairing: Logan x Vanessa Kingsley

Book(s): Ride or Die: A Bad Boy Romance

Word Count: 3,210+

Rating: No rating

Summary: Questions are answered and the truth is revealed.

Author’s Note: The fourth and final part to Missing Pieces. If some names are unfamiliar, the characters are from Hollywood U and/or High School Story. Pixelberry Studios owns the characters. Thank you so much to the hosts for Ride or Die Appreciation Week! I wish I had this uploaded in time, but summer classes are a pain. Thank you to everyone who read!

Tagging: @brightpinkpeppercorn @desiree-0816 @leelee10898 @lilyofchoices @emceesynonymroll @client-327 @cora-nova

Vanessa awoke to rays of sunshine hitting her face. As she rose from the couch, she stretched her arms and legs and took a deep breath. Today was the day for their trip to Boston and she felt more confident. Vanessa opened the curtains, allowing the sun to light up the room. As she neared the bedroom she froze and pressed her ear against the cracked door. Logan was on the phone with someone.

“I can’t even begin how long I have been wanting to hear your voice,” Logan said as his eyes began to water.

“Me too,” Ellie said tearfully.

For a moment, there was silence between them. “As soon as I got back to L.A. I went by the garage, but it was like a ghost town…Colt wasn’t even there”.

“That’s weird…maybe he gave up…or something happened to him…” Logan suggested. He knew Colt was hellbent on continuing his father’s legacy and revenge.

“I doubt it...he’s resourceful” Ellie’s voice trailed off for a moment. “Anyway, that’s not why I called you…I came back looking for you”.

Logan felt his heart race as every memory he shared with Ellie came rushing back to him.

“Where are you?” Ellie asked.

“I’m in Birchport, Massachusetts”.

“What are you doing there?”

“It’s a long story…but I promise I will tell you everything when I get back”.

“I hope you come back soon…I’ve missed you so much”.

“Ellie, listen to me, as soon as I get to Boston and meet her, I promise I am coming straight to you,” Logan said, his voice full of determination.

“I will be right here waiting” Ellie replied.

“When I get back, we can start over, just you and me”.

“What about…well…the Brotherhood? Toby and Ximena were just telling me about this other gang and— “.

“We’ll figure it out when I get back, but right now all I care about is finishing up here so I can see you again”.

“Hurry back okay?”

“I will,” Logan said. “Promise me one thing?”

“Anything”.

“You’ll wait for me at the train station on Friday”.

“I will be there,” Ellie said.

Logan smiled, imagining the look on her face and how it would feel to hold her once again.

“There is one more thing…”.

“What is it?”

“I love you”.

“I love you too, Troublemaker”.

Vanessa closed her eyes and backed away from the door. Her heart shattered into a million pieces, Chelsea had been right all along. She settled back onto the couch and gazed out the window. Once again, someone had played with her heart and stepped on it.

Later on that morning, Vanessa and Logan caught a taxi to her grandparent’s house. Logan tried to talk to Vanessa, but she kept distancing herself from him. Once the driver dropped them off, she quickly walked up to the front door with Logan following behind her.

“Vanessa, can we talk for a minute?” Logan said.

Vanessa brushed him off and took out the key she had and began unlocking the door. It wouldn’t budge so she tried another one she had. Ignoring Logan completely.

“Vanessa, what’s wrong?”

“Wait outside while I grab the keys,” Vanessa said coldly.

Logan was taken aback by her sharp tone and started to respond but figured she needed some space. He took a few steps back as he watched her enter the house and close the door behind her.

Once Vanessa got the keys to the car, they began the two- and a half-hour trip to Boston. As soon as they arrived in the city, Logan began taking in the downtown scenery, noticing how much cleaner and larger it was compared to Las Mente.

“Where did you say this was?” Vanessa asked.

“2612 Russell Street” Logan answered.

Vanessa sighed, remembering how confusing it was to navigate through Boston from the few times her family visited.

“Maybe we can ask someone for directions?” Logan suggested.

“I would not ask a local for directions,” Vanessa said coldly and looked at the address again. “I’m pretty sure that is in the Whitewood neighborhood”.

“Vanessa—” Logan began but stopped himself. There was no use, she wasn’t going to listen to him. He sighed and turned to the window, watching the pedestrians and buildings pass by.

After a while, they arrived in Whitewood, which appeared to be a more suburban and smaller version of Bay Village. Logan nervously tapped his hands on his thighs as Vanessa slowly pulled to a stop in front of a small brick home with black shutters.

“This must be it” Logan took a deep breath and turned to look at Vanessa.

Vanessa looked back at him. She desperately wanted to question him about the conversation she overheard this morning, but she figured it was best to let it go. He had made his choice…and it was not her.

“I guess we should say hi,” he said and gestured towards the front door.

Vanessa shook her head and both of them got out of the car walked up to the front door. Once they got to the front door, Logan rang the doorbell.

A few minutes went by and no one answered the door. Vanessa took out her phone to check the time, only to see twelve missed text messages from Chelsea. “What the hell…?” she said to herself and looked around at the other houses. There wasn’t a single person in sight and an eerie silence swept through the neighborhood. Another text from Chelsea began to come in, Vanessa was about to open it but looked up to see Logan staring at her.

“No answer,” he said with a frown.

“Try knocking,” she said and slid her phone into her purse.

Logan shook his head and knocked on the door and there was still no answer. He backed away and thought back to what Zoe and Rita told him, fearing the worst.

“Maybe she went out?” Vanessa shrugged and rubbed his shoulder.

“Excuse me, can I help you two?”

Both of them turned to see a middle-aged woman with light blonde hair emerge from a taxi carrying a bag of groceries and walking up to the house next door.

“Yes, I am here to see my Grandmother…do you know where she is?”

The woman stopped at the bottom of the steps as Logan and Vanessa joined her.

“Oh, dear…I’m sorry”.

Logan looked between her and Vanessa and furrowed his brows. “What do you mean?”

“She passed away a month ago”.

Logan swallowed looked at the ground, suddenly the world seemed darker to him.

Logan absently stared out the window deep in thought, he had traveled nearly three thousand miles across the country only to be let down. Vanessa came up behind him and rubbed his shoulder before stepping away from him.

“I’ve been picking up her mail for the past few weeks. Her son and niece were supposed to come by and get the house cleaned out and take care of things…but I have yet to hear from either of them”.

Logan turned around to see the woman walk out of a room carrying a small box.

“My name is Hilary Williams by the way,” she said as she set the box down on the coffee table. “I lived next door to Teresa Martinez for years, she was so kind, warm, loving…”.

“I’ll give you two some privacy” Vanessa said quietly and exited the room.

Logan reached inside the box pulling out a photograph, it was similar to the one he saw back at Zoe and Rita’s, except this time it was Hilary sitting at Teresa’s bedside with another man in the photo.

“Who’s the man in the photo?” Logan asked. He pulled out the photo he had in his pocket and held them side by side.

“Dr. Ethan Ramsey,” Hilary said. “He and another young doctor were caring for Teresa while she was at Edenbrook”.

Logan set the other photo down and Hilary picked it up, smiling. “I took this one, that’s Marlene and Sarah”.

“Do you know what happened to her…or how she passed?”

“She had Rhodes disease,” Hilary said with a sigh and proceeded to take out a few more photos that she had of Teresa and passed them to Logan who flipped through each one slowly. “They did everything they possibly could, the younger doctor, Casey Valentine, gave her an experimental drug, but it didn’t cure her”.

Logan remained silent and took in each photo that Hilary had of Teresa. There were a few of Teresa with her son, one taken at the Boston Common and Public Garden, and another at the Symphony Hall.

“The last time I visited her, she said she wished that she could have done more for you”.

“Wait…she knew about me?”

Hilary shook her head. “She did, she knew your mother was not well, your father was gone, her son couldn’t care for you either…but she kept hoping that one day she would get to see your face”.

Logan felt a tear slid down his cheek and wiped it away.

Hilary reached over and patted his knee. “When Teresa passed, she did leave a will and made sure to include you”.

Logan looked up from the photos. “Where is it?”

“With her lawyer, I’m pretty sure I have his contact information…” Hilary reached into her purse and took out her wallet. After a few minutes of searching, she handed Logan a business card.

“Duke Oakley, Darrow & Lockwood Law” Logan flipped it over, seeing a phone number written on the back. “Is this her attorney’s cell phone number?”

Hilary shook her head and then looked at the clock on the wall. “If you hurry, you might catch him before he leaves for the day”.

Logan stood up and shook hands with Hilary. “Thank you,” he said.

Hilary smiled and pulled him in for a quick hug. “Good luck,” she said.

A while later, Logan and Vanessa arrived at the law firm in McCord Bend, one of Boston’s influential neighborhoods within the downtown area. After convincing the parking garage attendant they had a meeting with one of the attorneys, Vanessa parked the car and they headed inside. Soon they approached the elevator and rode it to one of the top floors. Logan was nervous and kept wondering what Teresa wrote and left him, his heart was racing. After a few minutes, the elevator stopped, and the doors opened to an empty hallway. As Logan and Vanessa stepped off, a few lawyers stepped on talking amongst themselves. Soon they reached the office that belonged to Duke Oakley.

“Well…this is where I leave you” Vanessa took a step back and pushed some of her auburn hair behind her ear.

Logan took a deep breath and turned to look at the door to the office. He started to knock but stopped himself. Beads of sweat had formed on his forehead and his breath quickened.

“Vanessa…I…” he started to say but his brain was not functioning, and he couldn’t speak.

“I’ll wait downstairs” Vanessa coldly turned on her heel and walked down the hall, momentarily disappearing as she turned the corner.

Logan knew she was upset with him, she had every right to be. Especially since she got him this far. He turned back to the door and knocked a few times.

“Come in,” said the voice on the other side.

Logan took a deep breath and opened the door. The moment he had been waiting for was happening right now.

“Can I help you?” the man asked. He was sitting at his desk putting some files into his leather briefcase. The sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up and his tie was loosened.

“My name is Logan and I believe you were my grandmother’s attorney…you must be Duke Oakley” Logan showed him the business card he received from Hilary.

“Yes, I am…who is your grandmother?”

“Teresa Martinez” Logan answered.

Duke stared at Logan for a moment and shook his head, trying to place him.

Logan quickly took the photos he had out of his pocket and handed them to Duke. “I just met with Hilary Williams before I came here and she— “.

Duke took the photos from him and studied them closely, after a moment he looked up at Logan and gestured to the chair across from his desk. “Please, have a seat”.

Logan slowly sat down as Duke walked over to a file cabinet and unlocked it. After a few minutes, he pulled out a file and sat down across from him.

“Teresa showed me a picture of you that was taken at your tenth birthday party,” Duke said as he opened the file and took out Teresa’s will. “She wanted you to come to Boston, but her health was failing, and she knew she couldn’t take care of you”.

“I know, Hilary mentioned she had Rhodes disease,” Logan said. “She also mentioned she had a son and niece…my cousins”.

Duke shook his head. “Yes, Raquel and Luis”.

“Do you know anything about them?”

“Eh…Luis has had a few run-ins with the law so to speak and Raquel keeps to herself. They joined Ms. Williams for the reading and that was the only time I saw them”.

Logan shook his head, it wasn’t the answer he wanted to hear but he was comfortable knowing he had some relatives out there. “Do you know if they live in Boston?”

Duke stroked his neatly trimmed beard and rested his elbows on his desk, clearly thinking back to the day he met with them. “I’m pretty sure they do, not sure where exactly but rest assured, they are in the city”.

Logan shook his head as he began to soak everything in. He wished there was a way to meet his cousins but figured there may be a reason as to why they didn’t want to be bothered.

“I tell you what, I will see what I can do on my end to get all three of you in the same room…I know Teresa would have wanted to see you all together”.

Logan looked up his heart racing. “Mr. Oakley, you don’t have to—”.

Duke held up a hand to stop him. “Teresa wrote to me before she passed and wanted to make sure you met your cousins…and I visited my father and brother in Montana not too long ago, so I understand how important this is.''

“Thank you,” Logan said quietly.

“You’re welcome, and now without further ado…Teresa’s will” Duke tightened his grip on the will and began reading.

Logan took a deep breath and leaned forward, carefully listening to every word.

Vanessa stood at the elevator impatiently, after a few minutes she gave up and bailed towards the stairs. She flung the door open and as she descended the stairs, she felt her legs give out. She couldn’t hold the tears back any longer. As she reached the second landing, she stopped and leaned against the wall, sobbing. How could she have been so stupid to trust him? Why did she let her guard down? Did she even have a chance with him? Vanessa wiped her eyes and took out her phone—Chelsea was calling.

“Hey Chels” Vanessa answered.

“Vanessa, where the hell are you?!”

Vanessa sighed and lowered the phone, after a moment she raised it back to her ear. “I’m in Boston with...Marco”.

“Oh my god Vanessa, you…oh my god…”.

Something about the tone in Chelsea’s voice sent a chill down her spine, Vanessa took a few steps forward and continued down the stairs.

“Vanessa, you need to get away from him…you have no idea who he really is”.

“Wait…I…what are you talking about?”

“His name isn’t Marco, it’s Logan!”

Vanessa froze and gripped the railing. “What...?”

Chelsea sighed impatiently on the other end of the line. “I met up with Ingrid and she was showing me the pictures she took at prom, one of the photos had that girl, Ellie I told you about in the background and Marco or Logan was in the photo! She was draped all over him!”.

Vanessa breathed slowly, her heart thumping in her chest.

“Ingrid told me they were hooking up, but that is beside the point! Logan is involved in a gang called Mercy Park Crew and they have pissed off a lot of dangerous people and are wanted by the police! That Emilio guy I told you about? Was in on it too! He was murdered by someone in a gang that was after them!”

Vanessa paced the landing nervously, “But…how…?”.

“Ingrid went to prom with Brent, who threw a party and invited Logan. Logan sold him stolen cars and set him up for a drug bust!”

Vanessa’s head was spinning, and her heart was racing. She looked up seeing the door starting to open and quickly hurried down the stairs.

“You need to get away from him! I went by the Lilac Palm and the manager said Javier has not been there in days!”.

Vanessa felt beads of sweat forming on her forehead…today was Thursday…she had lost track of the days with everything going on. She looked up hearing footsteps and hushed voices speaking in Spanish.

“I think Javier is involved in a gang…a different gang that is after anyone in the Mercy Park Crew”.

Vanessa’s mind raced back to the night she was at Ingrid’s house with Chelsea and how she mentioned the gun and the pictures of the two cars. Javier was probably planning a hit or was sent by someone who had put a hit on Logan.

“Vanessa, tell me where you are! Something is going on and I’m sure these people who are out to get Logan and anyone else involved with that crew will not hesitate to kill you too!”

Vanessa felt tears running down her cheeks. She was about to speak, but froze, the voices and footsteps above her had stopped.

“Vanessa?!”

“Chelsea…I don’t think I’m alone” Vanessa whispered into the phone and crouched on the stairs. She tried to see who was up above.

“Vanessa, where are you?”

Vanessa slowly lowered her phone and swallowed, her heart was racing. She didn’t even know what floor she was on but she was certain of one thing, she wasn’t close to the ground floor.

“Vanessa!”

Vanessa slowly moved down a step and then another, just as she reached the next landing, she jumped as the door flew open. An older man in a grey suit carrying a briefcase stood above her.

“Can I help you?”

Without thinking, Vanessa shoved the man out of her way and took off running. She briefly looked over her shoulder and saw three masked figures emerge from the stairwell, in hot pursuit. A scuffle broke out as one of the figures threw the man who stopped her down the stairs. Vanessa winced, as she heard a gunshot follow. The other two bolted towards her, reaching for their guns.

“¡No la dejes escapar!” she heard someone shout.

“Vanessa! What is going on?!”

Vanessa quickly disconnected the call and continued running, blinking back tears. She hated herself, this is what she got for trusting a bad boy and developing feelings for him in the process. He had dragged her into his mess and there was now a dark road ahead of her.

#rodaw #choices fanfic #choices stories you play #choices rod #ride or die #rodaw reblog mar #choices fanfiction #ride or die: a bad boy romance

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Light - Victor Frankenstein

Penny Dreadful imagine, please:YN id Vanessa younger sister and she’s gifted like her and is in love with Victor, but thinks he doesnt love her.he does, hes just shy and Vanessa helps him

Light - Victor Frankenstein

“Kind hearts are more than coronets, and simple faith than Norman blood.”

You looked up from the book you were reading to see Victor standing in the threshold of Sir Malcolm’s study. There was the hint of a smile on his face as he met your eyes. You smiled back and closed the book on your lap.

“Lady Clara Vere de Vere.” You replied.

“I was going to go the route of more traditional quotes,” Victor admitted, stepping further into the room.

“But you wanted to impress me with your vast knowledge of Tennyson.” You joked.

Victor straightened up a little, switching his kit from side to side. Your comment about him wanting to impress you had surprised him. Mostly because you were right, he was trying to impress you by quoting a lesser known Tennyson. But the playful look on your face suggested you were teasing him and he knew you could never feel the same way about him.

“Well don’t just stand there Victor, come sit with me. The fire feels wonderful and you’ve just been out in the cold.”

“Yes of course thank you.” Victor nodded, coming to sit beside you on the sofa.

It had only been a few months that you had been in London. Before that Newcastle and before that Romania. You had known the Murrays for many years, as a young girl you used to sit in on Sir Malcolm’s recounting of Africa to his friends. He always entertained your ideas of someday being a great world traveler yourself and allowed you entrance into the parlor room he held his talks in. You would sit among the grown men, listening to tales of wild beasts and different tribes. Despite being so young you never showed interest in the other children of the house.

Despite having many similarities Vanessa, who was older than you by a few years, she was disinterested in keeping you with her. Whenever your parents brought you and Vanessa to the Murrays she would disappear with Mina and Peter while you wandered the house alone.

When you were sixteen you left home for a convent in Romania. You had no intention of becoming a nun but you were troubled with the same voices that seemed to consume Vanessa. Neither of you spoke about your shared gifts until a year ago when she began writing to you in Newcastle. She urged you to come to London, weaving stories of ancient evils that she and Sir Malcolm could not fight on their own. She told you about Mina’s disappearance and talked about new friends. A Mr. Ethan Chandler and a Dr. Victor Frankenstein.

It was the latter who most caught your attention. According to Vanessa, who you had grown immensely closer to, Victor returned the feelings that you had for him. But you were unsure if anyone of his prestige could truly feel the same way about you so you said nothing to him.

Your friendship with Victor grew and often you would find yourself looking forward to moments shared alone, when you weren’t wrapped up in talk of monsters.

“You look tired Victor, are you well?” You asked, noticing the deep circles under his eyes.

“I’m alright, I’ve just been working late.” He replied.

You reached your hand out and took his, placing it in your lap and stroking your thumb over the back of his hand. Victor smiled at the action, tired from his recent attempts at fulfilling his creature’s requests. He felt plagued day and night but the creature, afraid of finding him there every time a corner was turned. It was only in moments like this, when he was safe inside Sir Malcolm’s home and, ideally, sitting with you, that he felt any sort of peace.

It was these moments that he craved. To him you were far removed from Vanessa. She was darker and more pessimistic. You shared only the same gifts and the same playfulness. To him you were lighter, a gentler and seemingly more innocent person. He knew that you weren’t actually innocent in anyway but you were like light to him.

“Sir Malcolm saw Mina last night,” you mentioned, “we were all awake most of the night.”

“Where did he see her?” Victor asked, lifting his head off the back of the sofa to look at you.

“Upstairs in his room, she appeared to him there. She was crying at first and then she tried to kill him. I think Mr. Chandler is planning some sort of trap.”

In this house, just the same as when you were a child, Vanessa would often leave you out. She would discuss matters in whispers with Ethan and Sir Malcolm, as if you were still a child and not capable of knowing the evils they faced. In the same way, things often happened when Victor was gone from the house and they seemed unbothered by leaving out bits of information whenever he asked. You felt connected to him in that sense. Finally someone on the outside with you.

“I’ll talk to Vanessa about it.” He took his hand from yours and stood, fixing his clothing.

“Sit with me a little longer?” You asked. You wanted to reach out and take his hand but you refrained.

“I’ll only be a moment.” Victor replied.

He moved quickly from the study to the kitchen where he found Vanessa sitting at the island having a cup of tea. She looked up when he came into the room. “Doctor, how kind of you to join us this afternoon. Though I’m surprised to see you in the kitchen, surely the study was much more appealing.”

“Vanessa.” Victor’s tone was a warning. He didn’t like talking about you to Vanessa, she was constantly teasing him.

“I’m going to the theatre tonight, perhaps you and my sister could accompany me?” Vanessa asked, “she does love a good theatre show.”

“That’s quite alright.” Victor replied, making himself a cup of tea and getting an extra for you.

“Don’t wait forever.”

He didn’t reply, instead taking the two cups and walking back to the study. You were still there though you had moved from the sofa to stand by Sir Malcolm’s maps, staring at the expanse of wall covered in maps of all the places he had traveled. Victor put the tea down on the table and came over to stand beside you.

“I brought us tea.” Victor commented. He watched her as she ran a hand over the map of Africa, her fingers dancing across the pins that Sir Malcolm had marked his trips with. Victor felt hypnotized sometimes when he looked at her. He just found his eyes running over every part of her.

“Thank you,” you turned to face him, catching the prolonged stare that Victor had been focusing on you and he blushed, quickly turning away. “Are you alright Victor?”

“Quite.” He nodded, “I’m fine honestly. Just a bit tired really, suppose you were right.”

You reached out and touched his arm, running your hand up and down his bicep in comforting way. Victor closed his eyes momentarily at the touch relishing in the gentle heat coming from your body. He couldn’t stay like this forever, whether he wished to or not, so he finally detached himself.

“Would you uh…” Victor took a deep breath. He could do this, he had to do this, “would you accompany me to dinner this week?”

“Hey you two, I’ve got something!” Ethan called, walking passed the study.

The sudden intrusion made Victor jump slightly. He had been so focused on you that Ethan’s shout had startled him. When he turned back around you had stepped closer to him. You leaned up the slightest bit and placed a kiss on his cheek before pulling away.

“I would love too.” You replied before heading out the study doors to see what Ethan had dug up.

It’s so warm where I am…I miss winter.

#penny Dreadful imagine #Victor Frankenstein imagine #collecting stories imagine

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Penny Dreadful, season 3

I’ve just finished watching Penny Dreadful and I have to say I’m utterly disappointed. After the ingenious second season I expected the third one to be of the same quality only to discover it unfortunately wasn’t. The first part wasn’t bad; like in the second season, where in the middle it rose to the high and remained there until the end, I thought it will find its pace around the fifth episode, but the second part was truly a let-down, being even bad. But maybe let’s focus on some characters or story arcs, shall we?

The Gang. One of the things that I completely loved about the second season was how they were all together, one big family that was ready to give up their lives for each other in an instant, always there to support the other. That was beautiful and made the finale all the more heartbreaking, with the words “We walk alone” truly resonating with everything that happened. The third season was completely different in that matter, because they really did walk alone practically up to the finale. Vanessa made some new “friends”; Victor forgot about practically everything that wasn’t his walking and breathing obsession; Malcolm decided that saving Ethan was more important than coming back to Vanessa (not criticizing him for that, just stating the fact); and Ethan... well.

Ethan. His and Victor’s arcs were the most disappointing for me. Ethan’s journey through America to finally confront his father was interesting, but what happened with Hecate was not. Ethan fought with his guilt and who he was for all his life; he left the woman he loved behind to pay for his sins, loving her with all his heart but thinking he didn’t deserve her. And so we find him in the desert, giving himself to the witch that offered him the complete opposition to Vanessa, serving Lucifer included. I understand that momentarily, he might have been alluded by the promise of hellish redemption, erasing guilt and finding his use in the darkness, “momentarily” being the key word. Don’t tell me that the Hound of God wouldn’t just wake up the next morning and thought “Oh my God, what have I done”. But he didn’t. And here we see new Ethan who’s ready to give in to the darkness entirely, with his new lover who he somehow comes to care about after she viciously murdered two people he wished to spare. This new Ethan is ready to kill the whole world and serve the Devil. And this new Ethan lasts for how long? A day? Or two? Which doesn’t make any more sense than anything else here. Without Hecate around, Ethan immediately reverses to his old self. Like really? That’s your resolution, that’s how strong your decisions are? You lose the temptation, see the old friend who you suddenly open up to although you never did it before, and you remember that you are to serve God, not the Devil, and that woman you love might be needing you? What was the point of these reversions, I have no idea.

Vanessa. Speaking of reversions, here we have another one. Vanessa’s ultimate turn to the darkness made much more sense, but what came later did not. There we have a woman who has been abandoned by everyone she loved; and if it wasn’t for Mr. Lyle (whose every scene I deeply adore), she wouldn’t have even left the house. But she does and soon finds new love, new reason to live; for a moment she’s happy and that’s the state she never knew before. True happiness and a belief that people might be better than she thought. And then this illusion collapses when she realizes her beloved doctor is, in fact, Dracula. His speech when she confronts him seems true, and her giving up to him seems justified and even rational, if I can call it like that. She accepts herself, as she says it. She accepts being the Mother of Evil, which she in fact is. And that’s fine with me. She’s always been a strong woman, independent, determined. She didn’t lose the fight or give it up, she saw it was senseless. And let’s face it, Dracula wasn’t Lucifer and he treated her better than most of the people in her life did. Did he look evil to you? Because for me he did not. I love complicated, tragic villains, but this one was not like that. He was simple, way too simple for someone who should be sophisticated. He didn’t kill anyone by his own hand, while he should be cruel and kill the whole gang in an instant. Where is the evil? Where is the cruelty? With the prophecy that was all about Vanessa and not him? What comes after Vanessa and Dracula’s reunion is another disappointing thing. I’ve seen plenty of Apocalypses and I wasn’t expecting to see such a cliche on such a good show. But I’ve got one and it was... weird. There is a plague in the air and people die in thousands, yet the rest of our characters or the people near the factory seem completely unaffected or unaware of this news. There is a fog and... there are rats. And bats. And when you want to fight with someone you can always find yourself a vampire. That’s the big Apocalypse? Seriously? Nope, I don’t buy it. I also completely don’t buy Vanessa’s behavior and the ending in general. She agreed to be who she was, knowing the prophecy, knowing full well what will happen. I would love to see dark!Vanessa, but all in all we didn’t get her. We didn’t see her evil. And after a few days and seeing Ethan she’s all like “Kill me, that’s your destiny”. That’s not the Vanessa I knew. The Vanessa I knew remained faithful to what she believed in; if she chose darkness, she would remain in it and not behave like a victim. It was her own choice, her own decision coming out of disappointment, loneliness and tiredness, but her own nonetheless. And even if she came to regret it, Vannesa I knew wouldn’t mope, but would act to make everything right. She would fight. But here we have her giving up to the helplessness and Ethan who miraculously returned to God, and suddenly she needs to end her road by his hand, because that’s his destiny. Bullshit, I say. And Ethan, the obedient hound he is, without any further fight for her soul, just does what she says. Another bullshit. That’s not Vanessa, that’s not Ethan. I don’t know what this is.

Victor. Our dear doctor spends the whole season moping and obsessing over his lost love. He is suddenly so alone and doesn’t have anyone to talk to (for fuck’s sake, you remember the only woman that showed true kindness to you? who used to be your friend?) that he turns to his old friend, who he later treats more like an old enemy or a servant than a friend. He turns into deeply misogynistic, selfish and rude man, who really doesn’t need love, he needs an obedient slave (”a proper woman”??? Like really?). Later he joins Malcolm like they were never apart, like he was just waiting for the words “Vanessa’s in danger” to jump up in a fight again. And there he is, sitting in the living room with the two man that truly lost their loved woman, grieving with them. On what basis, I dare say? He forgot she even existed. His arc is what really hurts me - he used to be a broken, lost puppy who I just wanted to hug and comfort. And that puppy grew up into a monster he always considered himself to be.

Dorian & Lily. One of the two storylines I really didn’t mind, because it was true to the characters. Lily, who wanted to raise an army and start a revolution; and Dorian, who became bored with the idea as quickly as he did with everything else. There were also few really sad elements here - Lily’s story about her daughter, and the ending with Dorian saying he’ll always be there. Sad life this one has. Sad immortality, can there be something worse than that?

The Creature. And the second storyline. I liked how his and Vanessa’s lives were strangely intertwined, with the whole series ending with him kneeling next to her grave. She was his only friend and even though he didn’t remember their time in the Banning clinic, he always remembered she was the only one to show him kindness, to see the man in the monster. His story in this season is as sad, if not more, as ever.

Malcolm. Underused here, in my opinion. Did some shooting now and there, had some heart-warming talks with Ethan, and that was mostly all. Plus an interesting chemistry with Catriona, which would be nice to see if they got another season.

New characters. So Dr. Jekyll and Catriona, whose potentials were completely wasted. Where was Mr. Hyde? Who was Catriona, female version of Van Helsing? So much potential, yet so badly executed. The Apache, on the other hand, is a different issue. I don’t know how Ethan could fight next to someone who murdered his young sister and made him a wolf. I really don’t know how he could forgive him, but maybe it’s “everything for a mission” attitude.

In conclusion, the season lacked the clear motivations of characters’ behaviors, changed the personalities of a lot of them and had an anti-climatic resolution. In the end, I’m not so certain I would want to see the fourth season if they got the renewal.

#penny dreadful #vanessa ives #ethan chandler #victor frankenstein #dorian gray #malcom murray #dracula #lily #the creature #pd #ana's watching #catriona hartdegen #dr. jekyll #ana's watching penny dreadful #so badly disappointed

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