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The Fall of King Romulus part 4

Summary: Twin Princes Remus and Romulus are cursed at birth with Honesty and Obedience. When Romulus, who cannot disobey any order, is told to kill his brother the next time he lays eyes on him, he changes his name to Roman and runs away. Roman joins up with a misfit group of adventures and plans to never return to his homeland. But the fae have other plans for him...

Warnings (for whole fic not necessarily individual chapters): Violence, mind whammying/memory altering, curse of obedience related consent issues, references to sex, references to war related injuries/PTSD, references to child abuse/neglect (YMMV on that one but just in case), antagonstic-but-not-exactly villian!Janus, Extremly-moraly-dubious-but-not-exacty-unsympathetic-Remus

Pairings: Mostly Platonic LAMP and all the found family feels. Could be read as pre-slash.

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Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

“I will grant them handsome features and beguiling voices,” the maiden whispered, her own voice dripping with honey “that all who great them will be blessed from the meeting.”

“I told you it wouldn’t work!” Remus grinned smugly when Romulus was deposited back in in their room, their nanny shutting the door firmly behind him.

“Urghh.” Romulus whined as he hurled himself face first onto Remus’ bed, making his giggling brother bounce from the impact. “But it should have! It always does in the stories!”

What was the point of having a twin, Romulus wondered if they couldn’t even switch places to get him out of boring geography lessons?

Remus poked him until Romulus rolled over onto his side to pout at his brother.

“It’s because I’m better lookin’ than you.” Remus told him cheerfully.

Romulus thwacked him with a pillow. “We’re identical!”

“Doesn’t matter,” Remus grabbed a second pillow from the floor, “I’m still the cute one!”

“Are not!”

“Are too!”

“Are not!”

“Are to – oof!”

The pillow fight soon descended into a wrestling match, their shrieks and giggles echoing through the bed chamber.

Eventually they ran out of breath and Remus flopped back down on the bed, his legs hanging over the edge. Romulus collapsed on the floor amongst the fallen pillows, batted Remus’ foot away from his face and gazed up at the family portrait hanging above their fire place.

They were identical. The artist had taken care to draw the crown prince a little bigger than his brother, closer to the forefront of the picture, but even so; their hair, eyes, nose - everything was the same.

Romulus glanced up at his brother, who was currently digging snot out his nose with every sign of enjoyment. Romulus gagged. They were not the same -Remus was gross!

Except.

Everyone said what a handsome young man Remus was growing up to be. How brightly his eyes sparkled. How confidently he held himself, even as a child. They never said that stuff about Romulus.

Remus shone, even when he was being gross.

“Your voice is better.” Remus said suddenly, snapping Romulus out of his sulk.

“What?”

“Your voice.” The older twin lent over the bed, staring his brother in the eye “It’s nicer than mine, ‘specially when you sing.” Romulus beamed, showing off his gap toothed smile. Their parents had hired teachers to drill both boys on the lute and harpsicord, but Romulus’ talent for singing was all him.

“You think so?”

“Yeah.” Remus smiled back at him. He’d lost a baby tooth that week too – one of his canines, giving him lopsided fangs. “And you’re way better at crying.”

“What! Well – your feet are stinker!”

“You’re worse at pranks!”

“Well you’re worse at fencing!”

“But l I’m the best at tickling!” declared Remus and leapt from the bed, pinning Romulus with his knee whilst his fingers attacked his brothers armpits. The younger prince’s peals of laughter and cries for mercy were so loud nanny came rushing back to check on them, finding the future rulers of Notaleveale wrapped around each other on the floor, covered in dust and wearing matching smiles.

“I will grant them strength and creativity.” The mother smiled, she had a thousand eyes and all of them twinkled under the halls many candles “so that their rule will never be questioned.”

“Lord Venchi?” Romulus asked.

The royal treasurer, normally one of the more composed members of his father council, was pacing the entrance hall alone, what little hair he had left sticking up in all directions as he tugged at it.

“Oh, Your Highness!” The he gasped when he caught sight of Romulus, “oh thank goodness! He-“

Romulus sighed. “What has my brother done now?”

Romulus had spent the morning on a rare visit into town, missing the days council meeting. It was completely unfair - Romulus attended meetings almost daily, under Julius supervision, as part of his training to one day take over managing whichever aspect of the kingdom bored the future King Remus the most. They were mind numbingly dull sessions and it was only Julius’ steady glare that kept Romulus’ eyes open and his face attentive.

But today, visitors from the far south were attending. Which meant the session might actually be interesting. Which meant Remus got to go, and Romulus was immediately barred from entry. Instead, his father had asked him to represent the family at the ceremonial graduation of the latest batch of city watch recruits. So, instead of hearing tales from beyond the kingdoms borders, he had spent most of the day on a podium waving dispassionately at a crowd of braying onlookers.

It was always daunting, being around so many common folk. They lacked the decorum of the nobles at court. Whilst most seemed content to gape and sigh at him from a distance, there was always one who would shout out ‘my prince, look at me!’, ‘come here!’, ‘kiss my baby!’

Even with his fathers voice ringing in his ears – “no matter what you hear, stay by your guards side until you are back in the palace.” – Romulus had spent the day tense and unhappy, pinpricks of pain dancing in his skull. By the time he was allowed to speak he had quite forgotten his prepared speech and been forced to make up a quick poem on the spot. The crowd had seemed happy enough – the watch captain had tears in his eyes - but he knew neither Julius or his parents would be happy with his improvising once his guards had reported in.

He had hoped to get a few hours alone before the inevitable lecture, and were it anyone else he might have tried to sneak by without getting pulled into whatever chaos Remus had caused.

But Venchi was an old ally, one who had served his father wisely for years and who always took the time to compliment Romulus on his few measured contributions to the councils discussions, or to explain carefully any point he had missed.

He had also seen Remus at council. There shouldn’t have been anything left that the older prince could do to shock him to this extent.

“He-“ the old man looked like he couldn’t quite believe his own words, “He flipped the table.”

Romulus stared at him. The council table was ancient and enormous, made of a stone so old it’s real name has been lost. Moving it was impossible, the palace had practically been built around it.

“The Arkazeii ambassador is being seen by a healer.” Venchi continued, “but I believe his foot Is broken, I-“

The side door behind them slammed open suddenly, crashing into the wall with enough force to make the hanging portraits shake. “I said.” Remus roared, a snarl on his handsome face, “Leave me alone!”

His voice was so forceful Romulus found he had taken three steps towards the main door before he stopped himself, face flushing. The order hadn’t been meant for him. Julius, who had clearly been chasing after the young crown prince, was now openly glaring down at Remus, two spots of colour high on his cheeks.

“Your highness I must insist-“

“Seriously?” Remus cackled, “You’re insisting? Juju, honestly, I am not interested in what you have to say.” He barred his teeth at the King’s advisor, eyes wild, “If my father wants me he can come get me himself but if not you can go and -oh.”

“Hello Remus.” Romulus sighed, giving the shortest bow he could get away with, “I hear your meeting went well.”

Remus eyes narrowed “Hello Romy, have fun getting your butt kissed in town?” he slug his arm around his brother’s neck, adopting a high pitched, sing song tone in apparent impression of the townsfolk “Oh Prince Romulus, you’re sooo clever and handsome and perfect. Won’t you pretty please sign an autograph and let me suck your di-“

“Your highness, please!” Venchi looked disgusted “There is no need for vulgarity.”

“Aww hey Vee! Wow, your hair is really going, you know the balder you get the more you look like my ballsack? Romy – I’m serious, picture him with two heads” he held up his thumbs and index fingers and positioned them in front of the red-faced treasurer like a frame “I can’t be the only one that sees this.”

“You are.” Romulus snapped, shrugging his brothers arm off of his shoulders, “Did you really break the Arkazeii ambassadors foot?”

“The Arkazeii ambassador deserved it.” Remus snarled, good humour vanishing instantly. “They want to dig up Orenlla till it’s hollow. Use the rock to turn their sky black. Have you heard the stories outta that place? All the chickens are dying, ’s a travesty.”

“The chickens are- what? Just. Whatever. Not liking his trade ideas doesn’t mean you can hurt him!”

Remus eyes were always sparkling. Like a man on the brink of madness. “I can do whatever I want little brother.” He grinned at him with too many teeth, “you should try it sometime.”

“Your sons have all the makings of rulersss” the final fae smiled, her one golden eye glinting in the depth of her cloak. “My gift is for you. I give your children honestly and obedience.” She smiled sweetly, “May they bring you joy.”

“Your father is sick” Julius told him.

I know that Romulus thought but didn’t say. Watching the old man carefully.

They were in Julius practice room, at the top of the northmost turret, where Romulus had spent so much of his childhood.

“There is of course, still hope. And we have the finest healers, from every corner of the Kingdom.” Julius was pacing as he spoke, wringing his hands. It was profoundly odd, to see the old man so unsettled. But he had known Romulus’ father from when they were both boys. He loved him, as much as he was capable of loving anyone, and he loved the kingdom that he helped rule.

So Romulus found he wasn’t as surprised as he should have been with what Julius said next.

“Your brother cannot be allowed to take the throne.”

Since Romulus curse had been recognised, his parents had taken great pains to limit the brothers’ interactions, for both of their safety.

Remus could not keep a secret.

Remus was honest. He was honest at their mothers funeral when he’d announced to the mourners that she was ‘a bitch by anyone’s definition’ and honest later than evening when he’d sobbed into Romulus’ shoulder and cried that he would miss her.

He was honest when he announced to Romulus causally, over are rare shared meal, that he dreamed about killing him. “I’d do it with a morning star” he told him, slapping his spoon down onto the head of a roasted tomato and watching the red pulp fly about his plate. “Just like that.”

He was honest when he forced his way into Romulus’ room at night, shook him awake and told him, shaking, that the palace was haunted. That voices whispered to him from every corner - so loud that he couldn’t sleep.

He was honest when Romulus asked him, baffled, why are you telling me this. “I trust you.” Remus admitted, his voice thick, “You’re the only one I can trust.”

Just because he was honest, didn’t mean he was right.

Romulus gazed at Julius, his face carefully blank – a skill he had perfected over many council meetings.- and said “I don’t think you can order me to change our birth order.”

“No.” Julius smiled, and had the decency to look pained. “That’s not what I’m going to ask.”

In this room, Julius had tried every trick to strip Romulus of his curse. And when he failed, he’d dedicated himself to learning every possible way it could be exploited. In order to help protect him, of course.

“Sit there and listen to me until I finish.”

If Romulus didn’t hear an order in full, even if he could guess it, it could be ignored. As a child he’d sometimes escape his teachers simply by running away before they could give him the next task.

“The next time you lay eyes on your brother, kill him. Ensure no one can trace it back to you.”

Vague orders were still orders, and often more effective than those that were too direct. If he couldn’t prevent someone from seeing him, then he would have to kill the witness too in order to obey the instructions in full.

“Let no one know you did it. Tell no one of our conversation”

There was, by now, a long list of things Romulus was forbidden from talking about. It was one of Julius’ favourite orders to give.

“If anyone contradicts this order, ignore them.”

Contradictions were tricky. Normally the most recent order would take precedence, but often enough once the newer order had been completed, the old one would return.

“Do you understand me, Price Romulus?”

Romulus nodded and some of the tension left Julius’ shoulders.

He smiled at Romulus then, and lent over the bush back a strand of hair that had fallen across the young man’s face. He left his hand on Romulus cheek and gazed at him like he really was a kindly old mentor and Romulus his favoured pupil.

“This year, it will be the rise of King Romulus. You will be a just and fair ruler. I’ll make sure of it.”

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As the second son of a King, Romulus future had never been certain.

His parents discussed it often. He should have become a commander in the army, or a leader of the church or married off to a neighbouring princess and become king in his own right. With all options too likely to lead to discovery however, it had been decided he would stay home, construct a reputation of studious detachment and become his brothers distant advisor.

Help him. Protect him.

Like Julius protected them.

Instead, Romulus ran away and became Roman.

Roman was loud and confident and sprouted poetry and song without hesitation. He basked in the attention from crowds and flirted with every pretty face who crossed his path. He worked and earned for himself and argued back with anyone who disagreed with him and never sat still if he could help it. He kept Romulus and his memories of home buried so deep sometimes he forgot he’d ever had another name.

Even so, there had always been, at the back of his mind, the paranoia of this day. When he would be found. Recognised. Forced back to Romulus life.

He just didn’t think when it happened it would be so embarrassing.

They’d reached a fork in the road. The Marquis paused and whipped his head from side to side, presumably checking for witnesses although it looked more like he was trying to shake water free from his ears. He stepped in front on Roman.

“You.” He enunciated slowly and loudly “Turn left. Okay? Le – e -e f -t”

Roman stared at him.

He had been kidnapped by an idiot.

With great deliberation he rested all his weight on one foot and turned left. And then kept turning, spinning in a circle a few times until the Marquis hissed “no!” and grabbed his arm.

And then dropped it immediately, wiping his hand on his sleeve.

“You. Just – follow me, alright? This way.”

Roman rolled his eye but did as he was told. The man could have just told him in the beginning to follow him to wherever their destination was, and Roman would have done so. There was no need to give him a new instruction every few paces. But if the Marquis – what was his first name? Romulus must have known at some point – didn’t know the ins and outs of his curse then Roman wasn’t going to be the one to tell him.

They continued on, the Marquis stopping every three feet to stare at him, or repeat some instruction, or glare at a crumpled map in his hands. Roman despaired. Romulus had had a crush on this man.

At first, Roman assumed he would lead him towards the Royal Palace and present his find to the Princess or to whatever other Notalevealian nobles were already here for the coronation. But instead he tugged him away from the wider streets, back down hill towards the main sprawl of the city.

“Where are you taking me, villain?” Roman asked after twenty minutes of marching “because I’m pretty sure we’ve passed that street lamp three times already.”

“Somewhere where your little friend won’t be able to help you.” the Marquis muttered, glaring at the lamp in question.

Roman felt his heart freeze. His friend?

He supposed it made sense. There was no conceivable way they could have been followed in the woods. Not without Patton or Virgil noticing. The Marquis must have spotted him in the market and followed from there, which means he would have at least seen Logan, perhaps the others too since he had been at the tavern…

Although why would a noble be at the Stevangie street market?

He tried not to let his anxiety show on his face, puffing his chest out and summoning his most haughty glare.

“Listen to me, lordling, if any harm should come to them I will personally-“

“Them?” The Marquis stumbled, map fluttering to the floor. When he spun to glare at Roman his eyes were enormous. “How many are there?”

Roman blinked, haughty glare ruined by his genuine confusion. “Erm,” he tried “lots?”

The Marquis audibly gulped, but before Roman could even attempt to interpret that the man’s face brightened, his gaze caught on something behind Roman. He smirked, some swagger returning to his step.

“No matter.” He said and grabbed Romans arm, dragging him towards a nondescript building in the centre of the street, unlocking the door and shoving the bard through.

It was a bath house. The back entrance, perhaps, but the damp in the air and smell of scented soap was unmistakable.

Roman tried, in his sleep-deprived, underfed, over-stressed state, to come up with a reasonable explanation for this.

He had nothing.

“Why-“

“Shut up” The Marquis snapped. “Walk that way.” He pushed Roman down a long corridor, past arched doorways through which he caught a glimpse of the bathhouse proper, and into a dusty looking stairwell. He had produced a candle from somewhere, but the dim light did very little to illuminate anything as they gingerly picked their way down.

When they finally reached the bottom floor Roman squinted to see boxes and crates of empty bottles– a storage room? But he had no time to take it all in before he was being dragged through another pair of doors. Two more rooms and another set of stairs later and the Marquis finally stopped.

The room he’d led them to was hot and humid. Sweat dripped down Romans nose after only a few seconds. At first he couldn’t work out what the noise that filled the room was, until his eyes adjusted enough to see the tubes running from the floor to ceiling.

“You’re lucky to see this.” The Marquis had to raise his voice over the rush of running water to be heard “This room is a modern miracle – the lifeblood of the city!”

Steveange’s heated bath houses were famous. So much so even Virgil had heard of them, and he seemed to take pride in knowing nothing about the outside world. Roman had assumed the city must have been built on hot springs or some other natural source, but this was something else.

“The furnace is below us.” The Marquis explained, as he propelled Roman towards the back wall. “The pipes bring water from the river, it’s heated and pumped up and out to every bathhouse in the city.”

He grinned with something like pride as he tapped one of the pipes above Romans head, making it sing, “Arkazeii engineering and Orenllan iron. Lined with Orenllan copper of course…give me your jacket.”

“But. Notaleveale doesn’t trade it’s ores” Roman blinked rapidly, trying to remove the sweat from his eyes, as he shrugged out of his jacket.

Jacket was a generous term – it was a silken red thing, better suited to performances than travelling. But he enjoyed the way it billowed as he walked. The Marquis took it and without so much as a moments respect for the garment, ripped one of the sleeves clean off.

“Hey!”

“You’ve been away a long time.” the Marquis snarled, “you little fae touched traitor.”

Roman gaped at him, even as the man grabbed his right arm and began attempting to tie it to the nearest pipe.

“I used to look up to you” the Marquis continued, “you were everything a Prince should be. But you betrayed your father and put a curse of madness on your brother - all because of your own petty jealousy!”

He squeezed Romans wrist with enough force to leave bruises. And stepped back to admire his handywork. The silky material had no grip and it was painfully obvious the man was not used to getting his hand dirty. The resulting knot looked more like a bow. “You are no prince of mine.”

“Lucius.“ Roman knew he’d known his name. “That’s not true. That’s- that’s not even a clever story! Who came up with that?”

“Shut up.” Some of the panic from the journey had come back to Lucius’ eyes but it faded quickly “And don’t think you can scare me with my name, there is more iron in this room then anywhere else in the city.”

He grinned at Roman nastily. “Your little friends aren’t coming to save you.”

Roman stayed quiet, mind whirling. They thought Remus was cursed?

Well. He was. But not in the way Lucius seemed to believe.

They wouldn’t send a mad man to another kingdoms coronation would they? Had the seller actually been certain Remus was coming?

Tied up, exhausted and with a man who seemed to hate him glaring down, Roman started to giggle in giddy relief.

Lucius stepped back, looking unsettled, before reaching out, roughly grabbing Romans chin and shoving the remnants of his jacket into his mouth. “Stay here,” he told him, slowly and clearly “until I come back with your transport.”

He stood, taking the candle with him to the door. He paused for one moment before leaving, the flickering light illuminating a cruel smirk. “You had better hope I can arrange it before the furnaces come back on.” And he was gone.

Roman glanced above himself into the darkness, where his wrists were strapped tight to the currently cool metal. A rush of fear went through him, finally bringing him down from the giggling hysteria.

Alone In the dark, tried to think.

Roman was a bad friend. He lied to his companions as easy as breathing and took his own fears out on them.

Romulus was a bad prince. He had abandoned his kingdom and his subjects and allowed some sort of conspiracy to spring up in his wake.

But he was a good brother. Remus was alive. And he would stay that way.

After all, this afternoon he thought that Remus was here. That he would have to confront his past, escape the city, evade every member of the Notalevealian court and his own friends and steal a horse.

Now all he had to do was get out of this basement and outwit one idiot who could barely tie knots and hadn’t even thought to pat him down to check for hidden daggers.

Easy-peasy he thought, his eyes fluttering closed as exhaustion finally overtook him.

Part 5

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hawksthirsybitch · 3 years

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summary: Y/N best friend invited them over but get lost, only to get help from a stranger

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Bad Juju, they all Y/N could sense. They has been on there way to their best friends boyfriend house but little would they tell you it was in the dodgy part of town, and with Y/N's luck they had gotten lost.

They were using their phone GPS but it had died at least an hour ago and they honestly we're just trying to find the train station. They continued to walk down the street taking a left, then a right. Some of these signs look familiar, they thought to them but for all they knew they could have been walking in a circle because everything looked the same here.

Y/N soon came across a small store and so they decided to go in and get a drink and some food. After choosing a packet of chips and a bottle of water they went the counter to pay, thanking the old man running the store, he replied with "Be careful young one, it's dark now so you should properly head home," They simply smiled and walk out. After another 30 minutes they head lead themselves down an alley. Y/N tried to turn around before feeling someone come up from behind them and grab them.

"A pretty person like you shouldn't be walking around these streets at this time of night alone," The creepy man mocked in their ear.

"Please, let me go. I'm just trying to get home." They begged. They tried to activate their quirk but due to their stress it wasn't working. The man processed to push Y/N up against the wall and began to breath down their neck.

"I could show you home beautiful. My home" He groaned.

"Please, let me go!" Y/N cried.

"I think I might bring you home with me." He laughed to himself.

"They said let them fucking go," A voice from the shadows spoke.

"And I'm saying they can come with me." The crook yelled back.

Suddenly a blue flame appeared and the man showed himself. He had scars all over his body, they looked they hurt. He had shaggy hair and a devilish grin, the man also was tall and very lean. When the creep saw who it was he looked like he saw a ghost, "I'm sorry Dabi, Sir please I was just playing around, I'll let them go now." he begged.

Dabi. That was quite the name Y/N thought to themselves.

This 'Dabi' walked up to the man slowly and grabbed him by the collar of the shirt. Lifting him up slightly he began to laugh at him. "You know, you still owe me money Lars." Dabi chuckled. "I don't like letting people getting away with owning me thing."

Y/N saw this as their chance to run. Finally their quirk actives, invisibility. They ran as fast a they could, they heard Lars cry in pain then what must have been Dabi running. Y/N continued to sprit, running like their life depended on it. They ran for what felt like forever until they bumped into someone. This deactivating their quirk and making them all to the ground.

They fell with an ooft, slowly they looked up to see who they'd ran into. "I though I lost you," Dabi chuckled to himself.

"Please don't me! I just want to go home." Y/N begged.

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"Thanks. If you're not here to hurt me then what do you want?" Y/N asked. Offering his hand Dabi replied, "I'm here to take you to your friend. I'm his roommate. She knew you'd be lost so I was sent to look for you. You sure you weren't using that quirk of yours because finding you is like trying to find a needle in the haysake" he laugh at his own joke.

"Oh thanks, I think I'd rather go home thou." Y/N replied.

"It's late, you're coming with me." Before they could protest Dabi had grabbed them by the wrist and dragged start running with them on his back. They couldn't help but feel comfortable with him. Almost familiar.

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Galactica, Chapter 55 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last Chapter: Thanksgiving went on for 17 million years. (AKA 5 Chapters) We laughed, we cried (did we cry? I don’t think we cried – except for Adore maybe), we fucked on some stairs until our knees gave out...

This Chapter: Pearl makes a getaway, Raven carbs up, and Violet returns to work with help from a very special assistant.

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“Pearl! Pearl, wake up!”

Pearl stirred, a hand shaking her, and opened her eyes. Fame was leaning over her, a sleep mask pushed up on her forehead, a frantic expression in her eyes.

It had been a long night. When Pearl arrived at the townhouse, they’d at down and had a long heart to heart, Pearl tearfully confessing the whole sordid tale of her and Adore over tea and leftover cranberry apple crisp, Fame even going the extra mile and topping it with an uncharacteristic scoop of ice cream--she must really have seemed pathetic. Pearl told her everything, and while Fame was understanding, she didn’t hold back or let her off the hook either, pointing out where she thought she’d fucked up, how she could have done better, and why Adore was justified in her hurt and anger. It was difficult to hear at times, but Pearl appreciated her honesty. Most of all, she appreciated that Fame stayed to listen, giving her the space to talk it out, sometimes resting a hand on her thigh just to let her know that she was still there.

After that, cried out and emotionally exhausted, they’d climbed into Fame’s bed to snuggle and watch TV, Pearl’s eyelids soon drooping heavily. When Patrick got home, Pearl had offered to leave, of course, but he saw how tired she was and insisted she stay, Fame sleeping in the middle of the bed.

Now, it was morning and Fame was apparently in a tizzy over something. Pearl rubbed her eyes.

“What’s going on?”

“The chef’s idiot assistant let in my in-laws without asking. I have no idea why they’re here so early, we clearly said brunch was at noon!” Fame fretted, Patrick buttoning his shirt in the background.

Pearl tried to catch up. “The chef?”

“Oh my god, what are we going to do?!” Fame explained, hands pressed to her cheeks.

“She could go out the window…” Patrick joked.

“Yes!” Fame turned back to Pearl. “Get dressed, you’re going out the window.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Pearl asked. “That’s dangerous!”

“Use the trellis!”

“Darling, I was kidding,” Patrick said gently.

“Well, I’m not!” Fame snapped her fingers. “Where are her pants?”

Patrick handed over Pearl’s skinny jeans, shaking his head. “Can’t we just say that one of your employees came for an early meeting?”

“Oh yeah Patrick, an early meeting on the Saturday after Thanksgiving. Here in our bedroom. Sounds totally respectable. I can’t believe this, we’re never using chef John again! Pearl, hurry up.” She got up and walked to the window that overlooked the backyard, unlocking it and opening it wide.

“Was he supposed to let them just wait on the front stoop?”

“Patrick,” Fame said sternly, in that tone that told them both that she was not fucking around. “If you’re not going to offer any other solutions, you can just go downstairs and entertain your stupid family.”

“I’m gonna let that one slide,” Patrick said as he walked to the door. “And Pearl, godspeed. Try to avoid the rose bushes if you fall.”

“So, is this your way of telling me that I’m not staying for brunch with the fam?” Pearl asked, putting on her jacket and slinging her messenger bag over her shoulder.

“Pearl.” That same tone again, entirely unamused.

Pearl stepped up to her at the window, looking out. The good news was, there was a high cement wall that would likely break her fall before the ground. Worst case scenario, she’d break a bone...or two.

“This is the first time I’ve done anything like this since high school,” she giggled, then reached out and touched Fame’s hand. “Thanks for last night.”

“Of course,” Fame replied, softening for a moment, leaning in to give her a gentle kiss on the mouth. “Anytime.”

“Anytime except right now, you mean?”

“Exactly,” Fame said, helping her climb onto the window ledge and over to the trellis. “Once you get down to the garden, make sure to go around that way,” she pointed, “And duck when you pass the windows.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

***

“Now,” Juju took the dinosaur tray from the counter, handing it to her son, his pancakes carefully cut up, “take it slow when-” Juju was cut off as Owen grabbed the tray, practically spinning around in his haste to make it back to the family room. “Hey! I said take it slow young man!”

It was a Sanderson family tradition to spend the Saturday after Thanksgiving with pajamas, pancakes and TV, and even though Kelly had gotten too old to join, their teenager leaving the house almost as soon as they had made it back from Boston, Juju knew with absolute certainty that she’d find a toddler under each of her husband's arms, time with dad something the twins valued above anything else.

“They grow up so fast.” Raven smiled, her best friend sitting at the kitchen counter in a set of soft pink silk pajamas, twirling a bit of hair around her finger.

“Don’t even say it,” Juju sighed, cutting up the last of the fruit so she could make Raven a plate too. “It feels like we just left the hospital.”

“You’ll have another little one soon.”

“And that’s supposed to make me feel better?” Juju smirked, and Raven laughed, taking the offered assortment of fruit that Juju handed her, but then, something crazy happened. Raven grabbed two pancakes too, putting them on her plate.

“Hey girly, what’re you doing?” Juju didn’t normally care about Raven’s diets--actually, she tried not to be involved in them at all whenever she could, but she had already spotted her best friend putting creamer in her coffee. Juju worked in fashion as well, several houses and magazines using her on shoots, but she didn’t think she’d ever really understand the sacrifices models went through. Sure, it was part of their job to go to the gym, but she didn’t think she’d ever be able to do it, even though Raja had made it seem effortlessly easy when she had been in her prime. “I know Sutan isn’t here, but I don’t believe the warden has relaxed the rules that much.”

“Well.” Raven looked uncharacteristically insecure for a moment, crossing her arms. “I’ve decided I’m done doing swimwear.”

“Oh?” Juju knew Raven had campaigns coming up in December, her friend complaining about it the last time they saw each other.

“Yes.” Raven nodded. “I’m done. It’s not worth the money, when it’s killing me to stay in runway shape year round.”

“Okay.” Juju nodded, sort of understanding where Raven was coming from. When she wasn’t walking fashion weeks where everyone had to fit sample sizes, the industry loved her curves, Raven smoking hot when she allowed herself to get to a size 4 or even a 6, which was a much more accurate representation of what her body actually looked like. “And Tan is cool with it?”

Somehow, it worked for Raven to have her fiancée’s brother as a manager, but Juju knew without a shadow of a doubt that she would have killed Detox if he ever tried to make decisions on her career, even the idea of Raja, Fame, heck, even Bianca moving in on her turf making her genuinely uncomfortable.

“I…” Raven clicked her tongue. “Might not have told him yet.”

***

“Urgh,” Sutan groaned as he flopped on the couch, face first, a white t-shirt clinging to his chest. “Fuck.”

“Hello,” Violet was biting her lip in an effort not to smile, her boyfriend absolutely exhausted, his duffle bag thrown somewhere on the floor. “Did you have a nice time at the gym?”

They had been in the middle of breakfast, Violet making her way through a coconut yogurt when Sutan had gotten a call, his eyes widening to an almost comical size when he recognized the number, the horror on his face telling the clear story of how he had completely forgotten.

“My trainer is an absolute sadist.”

“Mmh?” Violet had never seen him move so fast, Sutan drowning his coffee in one big gulp, barely pressing a kiss against her temple before he had rushed out the door, grabbing what was apparently an emergency gym bag from the hallway closet.

“He made me do 25 extra sets of everything for being late. Can you believe I’m paying someone to torture me?” Sutan toed his shoes off, winching at the movement as he got on his back, putting his head on her thigh, his hair still slightly damp. “I thought I was going to die.”

Violet had wondered why Sutan had never let her be around when he went to the gym, the man only going on nights or mornings when they weren’t spending time together.

Now, it seemed like she had her answer.

“Poor you.” Violet smiled, running her fingers over his forehead, the TV playing quietly in the background.

“I know you don’t mean that,” Sutan looked up at her, “but I’ll take it.”

“You know,” Violet bit her lip not to yawn, the smallest of efforts almost taking her out, putting their breakfast away and getting to the couch feeling like enormous tasks. “I’m going to be so jealous once I’m off my pain killers.”

Violet tried not to think too hard about what a broken bone actually meant, not being able to run or even do yoga to manage her emotions a complete nightmare.

“Seriously?” Sutan lifted an eyebrow, and Violet ran a finger over it. “When I was 23, you couldn’t force me to go to the gym.” Sutan smiled. “Not that Raja’s model diet made it necessary.”

“You were on a model diet?”

“Beat having to cook for myself.” Sutan grinned, and Violet could totally imagine it, the Amrull twins chugging their way through green smoothies side by side.

“How long did you actually live with Raja?”

“Literal decades,” Sutan snorted. “God I’m ancient.”

“I like to think of you as finely aged wine.”

“HA!” Sutan laughed, and Violet couldn’t help but smile. She loved watching him laugh, loved seeing his face scrunch up with happiness. “For that lovely eyes,” Sutan pointed up at her. “You get to stay another week.”

“Oh…” Violet paused, “I, umh, I didn’t…” She had felt so happy just moments before, but now, she could feel the uncertainty crawl up her spine. “We never actually talked about… You don’t have to do-”

It wasn’t like her at all, but Violet had simply not considered the week to come, hadn’t even thought about where she would be staying, what she would be wearing, what she’d be doing with herself beyond believing Sutan when he said he’d get her to work Monday.

“Violet.” Sutan reached up, grabbing her neck, his fingers easily holding her. “You live on the 5th floor with no elevator.”

“And I appreciate your help, but I’d never want to-”

“You’re staying here. No argument. I’d be a terrible boyfriend, fuck, I’d be a terrible friend, if I wasn’t cool with you staying here.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.” Sutan nodded. “Besides,” He pulled on Violet’s neck, forcing her down so he could press a kiss against her lips. “I like having you around.”

Sutan smirked, and Violet couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks.”

***

“Where do you think you’re going?” Katya was whispering as she looked over at her fiancé. She and Trixie were in the movies, Annabelle playing on the screen.

“I have to pee, I had an extra large soda.”

Katya placed her hand on Trixie’s chest, pushing him down into the seat, keeping him in place. “No.”

“What?!” Trixie hissed.

“I said no.”

And in that moment Trixie saw how Katya was smiling, and he felt a surge of arousal go through him.

“Okay…”

Trixie leaned back in his chair, Katya’s hand on his chest ending up on his stomach where it rested, keeping him in place.

Trixie couldn’t help but squirm, arousal and the need to pee getting mixed up in his head, a heavy sensation settling over his entire body, his fingers drumming on the seat, restless energy filling him as the movie continued.

“Katya, please…” Tixie hissed, the stupid movie not even halfway done. “I’m about to explode.”

“No.”

Katya smiled, picking up her drink, her lips closing around the straw as she oh so slowly drank the rest of her own small soda, the sound causing chills to run over Trixie’s spine.

Katya held him in seat through the credits, and Trixie had tears in his eyes, he had to pee so badly, but Katya had told him he couldn’t, so he wouldn’t, because he was her good boy.

The very last name ran over the screen, and Katya removed her hand, Trixie shooting up from his seat, his jacket and even his bag forgotten as he ran to the bathroom, a sense of euphoria rushing over him as he could finally, finally, finally pee, his entire body shivering in delight.

***

When Bob heard the design floor door open, he instantly perked up, whirling around in his chair.

“Well well well!” he exclaimed, yelling out to the floor, his oversized coffee mug in hand, a pencil tucked behind her ear. “Look who’s back!”

“Hi everyone,” Violet came through the door, a happy but unsure smile on her face. It was clear that she wanted to wave, but she was stuck with her crutches, a bulgy cast on her ankle.

Violet looked over her shoulder, and Bob felt his eyes bulge out as none other than silver fox of the year, Sutan Amrull, came through the door in an impeccable suit, Violet’s purse and what had to be both of their jackets on his arm.

“I knew it!” Bob cried out, slapping his desk with his hand. “I knew those two were dating! No lipstick my ass!”

He looked around triumphantly, everyone's attention now divided between Bob and the pair at the door, Sutan looking on with a raised eyebrow and a smile on his lips, while Violet seemed like she was wishing that the floor would open up and swallow her whole.

“Good work, Sherlock.” Jovan drawled, his head in his hand as he was sitting backwards on his chair. “How’d you figure that one out?”

“Well you see-” Bob grinned, just about to go on a tangent, when he was cut off by his boyfriend, Maxwell leaning against his desk.

“I literally told you they were dating a fucking week ago.”

“Right.” Bob huffed. “But you’re always wrong about this stuff.”

Sure. Max had told him that about the whole Violet falling thing, the drama with Aiden the talk of the department, but he hadn’t actually believed it when Max had said he had seen Sutan Amrull press a kiss against Violet’s temple, the two of them apparently leaving together.

“Are your coworkers always this much fun?”

Bob’s head whipped at the sound of Sutan’s voice, the man smiling as he looked down at Violet, one of his hands in his suit pocket.

“Don’t answer that Chachki!” Jovan yelled out, making everyone laugh. “Just come on over here!”

Violet looked extremely relieved to be called for, and Sutan followed behind her as she swung herself across the room on her crutches-- No hobbling for that bitch.

“Man, look at you go!” Bob grinned, walking over to Jovan and Violet’s desks, his own work completely abandoned. “It’s like you’ve been using those things all your life!”

“Thanks Bob,” Violet replied drily, even though she was smiling. She looked a lot better than he expected, her hair and makeup done to her usual perfect standards, curls cascading down her back. She was wearing a long sleeved black dress with a high-waisted skirt, and even a heel on her good foot, Violet Chachki as always picture perfect.

“I cannot believe you’re wearing heels with crutches. You’re an icon, and we should all aspire to your standards.”

“You’d fail.”

“Ha!” Jovan snorted, the man giving Violet’s shoulder a quick squeeze before he returned to his computer.

“Besides.” Violet pulled out her chair, sitting down with as much grace as she could muster, shaking her head disdainfully. “It’s only 2 inches.”

“I promise you,” Sutan smiled, putting Violet’s bag down on the table. “I tried to tell her it was a terrible idea.”

“Good to know.” Bob bit his cheek not to give too much away, but on the inside, he was dancing with delight at all the delicious gossip he was gobbling up. “Hi, Bob Caldwell.” Bob held his hand out, nearly shrinking on the inside when Sutan took it. “Design Project Manager.”

“Sutan Amrull,” Sutan smiled, shaking it firmly. “Elite Model Management, though around here I’m probably better known as Raja’s brother. I assume you know her very well.”

“We sure do.” If Bob was honest, he had forgotten that Maxwell had followed him over, but what he wouldn’t forget was the ridiculous grin on his boyfriend's face as he shook hands with Sutan. “I’m Maxwell Heller. Designer.”

“I’m familiar with your work.” Sutan grinned, pulling back to take a seat on the edge of Violet’s desk and Bob wiggled his eyebrows at Max, who nudged his elbow into his side.

“What do you have there, lovely eyes?”

Bob’s eyes widened in delight as Violet looked up like she had fully forgotten they were all still there, her embroidery frame already in hand, the massive skirt she was working on tethered to it.

“The dress.” Violet smiled, the worry Bob had seen on her face when she first walked in all gone now that her work was safely back in her hands. “The couture one.”

“This is your couture dress? Let me see.” Sutan reached into his jacket pocket, taking out a pair of glasses that he quickly slipped on before he carefully picked at the skirt, taking a section that was already done, examining the work. “This is very impressive.”

“Did you hear she’s closing the Spring runway?” Bob grinned, the morning only getting better and better.

“Well,” Sutan pushed his glasses into his hair, a big smile on his face, “with a gown like this, how could she not?”

“And that’s enough for you!” Violet reached out, her cheeks pink as she took the dress from his hands, her tone stern even though she was smiling. “Thank you for fulfilling your duties as a full time boyfriend by carrying my stuff. You can leave now.”

“Boyfriend?” Maxwell squeaked, and this time, it was Bob’s turn to nudge him.

“Am I a little too old for that title?” Sutan smirked, looking between them.

“Well,” Violet interjected, her tone completely dry. “You can be my man friend if you’d prefer?”

“Ha!” Sutan snorted, a grin on his face. “And I think that’s my cue to go. I’ll text you.” He leaned over the desk, giving Violet a quick peck on the lips before standing up, shaking hands with Max and Bob and waving to Jovan as he grabbed his jacket and left.

“Damn Chachki,” Bob watched as Sutan left, his arms crossed over his chest. “We gotta hand it to you. That is one sexy fucking man.”

“Umh…” Violet paused, looking up at them, her embroidery needle already in hand. “Thank you?”

“You’re welcome.”

***

“Morning, Jackie!” Sutan waved, stopping in the assistant bullpen to check if he had gotten any physical mail. Jackie was a new girl, had originally only started out as a temp, but she had done a shockingly good job, so Elite had officially hired her a few weeks ago.

Sutan didn’t have his own personal assistant, and had never had one even though he was sure Tamisha would give him one if he asked.

“How was your Thanksgiving?”

“Great, thanks.” Jackie smiled, her brown bang swept across her forehead. She was wearing a green and yellow sweater, her nails painted in a deep orange.

Sutan loved Jackie's style, the woman always dressed like she was living in the 60s, but his favorite thing was that she was cool, calm and collected under pressure, and unlike the baby temps, she was a woman in her late 30s who hadn’t just taken the job in the hopes of becoming a model.

“Also,” Jackie lowered her voice, leaning over the desk. “Ms. Petruschin is waiting for you in your office.”

“Hmm?” Sutan raised an eyebrow. He had an open door policy, and everyone was always welcome, but usually, they were welcome when he was actually there. He hadn’t stopped for coffee after dropping Violet off at work, and now, he couldn’t help but wonder if he had made a mistake.

“She didn’t want to wait at reception, so I let her in.”

“Ah.” Sutan nodded. That sounded just about right for Raven. “Don’t worry about it. You did the right thing.”

Sutan walked over to his office, not even trying his key in the door since he knew it’d be unlocked.

“Raven!” Sutan put on his best game face, his voice light and happy. “To what do we owe the honor of your presence?”

Raven looked up from where she was sitting-- not sprawled on the couch where she’d normally be, but at a chair in front of his desk, spine ramrod straight, her Birkin carefully placed on the floor.

“... Everything okay?” Sutan shut the door behind him, quickly flicking the lock. Normally when he had his models come by, he’d take a seat behind his desk, but today, that didn’t seem like the right option, so instead, he sat on the corner of the table, looking down at his sister in law. “Raven?”

“I,” Raven bit her lip, her white teeth sinking into it. “I have something to tell you.”

“Okay?” Sutan kept his voice level, doing everything he could not to let his worry show on his face. The last time Raven had come to him like this, it had been with an absolute disaster involving several talks with a lawyer, but Raja hadn’t said anything, hadn’t given him any hints or sent a single text, so it couldn’t be that bad.

“So,” Raven took a deep breath, lifting her chin as she looked directly at him. “I don’t want to do swimwear anymore.”

“.... Okay?”

“It’s not worth it, and I hate it.”

Out of everything Sutan had dreaded. Of all the things that had flashed through his mind. This was not what he had expected at all.

“Well, that’s not a problem.”

“You’re not mad?” Raven’s eyes widened, surprise and anxiety painted on her beautiful face.

It was clear that Raven had expected him to be disappointed, or even upset, and Sutan couldn’t help but remember the inexperienced young girl he’d signed at only 17 years old.

It had been a long time since he’d been reminded of that, the Raven of today much more likely to slam a door or yell in his face, but the tough act had always been and would always be a facade to hide her obvious vulnerability.

Other agents had sometimes asked how he dealt with her, how he could remain calm in the storm of Raven’s emotions, but he had always felt responsible for her well being, and had always felt protective of her.

“Raven.” Sutan crossed his arms. “It’s your career. Your body. Your decisions. How I feel, and how the brand feels doesn’t matter if you hating it is your genuine emotion.”

Raven nodded, swallowing, and Sutan could see that it wasn’t an easy decision for her.

“As your agent, it’s my responsibility to make sure that you stick to your commitments, but cancellation fees exist for a reason.”

At that, Raven winced, two cancellation fees taking a hefty chunk out of her next paycheck, half of the money going to the brand while the other would end up in Sutan’s pocket but she didn’t protest, sticking to her decision, and that was when he knew she was serious, that she had thought it through.

“Rave,” Sutan reached out, touching her shoulder. “We’re okay.”

At that, a smile finally cracked through, a relieved sigh coming from her. “Good.”

“You know,” Sutan pushed up from the desk, walking around it. “We just got the potential for a Clinique campaign.” Sutan picked up the sales pitch he had received, Clinique sending over a courier with the products they wanted to focus on, Raven being one of their top five picks for the campaign.

“Clinique?”

“I wasn’t going to offer it to you because it conflicted with your December shoots, so I’ve been pulling alts for them, but now, it seems like we can say yes.”

“They pay well, don’t they?”

“That they do,” Sutan had to hide a smile at Raven’s obvious enthusiasm. “You haven’t filmed any commercials in a while, and I know you generally avoid speaking.”

To say that would be an understatement, a director once telling teenage Raven that he couldn’t understand her because of her Russian accent. Raven had gone directly to a speech therapist after that, even though Sutan had found it completely unnecessary, the director just a bigoted jerk.

“Consider it.” Sutan handed her the pitch. “You’d be absolutely fabulous.”

“Maybe,” Raven smirked, “if the offers are lucrative enough to be worth my time.” She tossed her long dark hair over one shoulder, and Sutan grinned.

That was the girl he knew and loved.

“Only the very best, top tier gigs for you.”

“Exactly,” Raven laughed, standing up, the pitch still in hand as she cleared her throat. “Well, guess I’m off.”

“Off to celebrate with some bonus desserts?”

“What’s it to you?”

“Nothing.” Sutan smirked. “Just remember that you’re still a model.”

“Yeah, yeah yeah, stop yapping,” Raven said, her sass fully back as she sailed out the door with a flurry of air kisses.

“Leave it open!” Sutan sat down at his desk, his plans for the day suddenly shifted around. First of all, he’d have to call up the magazine who had booked the shoots and break the news that Raven wouldn’t be available.

It’d require some smooth talk, but it was what he did best.

The real challenge of the day was convincing them to switch to another model, and hopefully, a model that resided under his own wing.

Sutan pressed the button that called for Jackie, the woman showing up before he had even opened his computer. She really was incredible at the job.

“You called?”

“I need the best possible portfolio we can make for Symone, and I need it stat.”

***

“Oh dear god…” Fame covered her eyes with her hands. “Please tell me that this has been handled, Raja, I cannot-”

“Of course it’s been handled. Trixie let Aiden go on Tuesday, and Rita took care of everything with the hospital. We’re making an attorney available to Violet if she wants to press charges.”

“Do you think she will?” Fame asked, concern creasing her brow. “That’s the last thing we-”

“Listen. We obviously can’t do anything to dissuade her, or we face an even bigger liability.”

“I know that, Raja,” Fame snapped.

“-But, my guess is that she’ll want to wash her hands of the whole thing, certainly not become embroiled in a lawsuit.”

“Right. Right…” Fame sighed. “And we’ve covering all medical costs, taxis, whatever she needs right?”

“Of course. It’s a worker’s comp thing now, so everything’s covered by insurance.”

“Good. I should probably send her something, too. Flowers, maybe. Or a little spa treatment?”

“That would be nice, I’m sure she’d appreciate it. She’s staying with Tan if you want to-”

“Courtney!” Fame called out, pausing for a few moments before shaking her head. “I swear, that girl left her head at home today. Courtney!”

***

Courtney was obsessing again, reading her last text exchange with Bianca for about the 75th time since Friday.

COURTNEY: Have a good flight! <3

BIANCA: Thx! See you next week. XX

It was so mundane, so trite, and Courtney found herself cringing inwardly every time she looked at it, wishing she’d said something deeper or smarter or more sophisticated. And the “see you next week” - did that imply that Bianca didn’t want to talk to her while she was away? It certainly sounded like it. But Courtney wanted to send her another message, wanted desperately to let her know that she was still thinking about her.

She’d been racking her brain for something, anything, to say. She could ask her a question about their upcoming meeting at Marie Claire on Friday, but something told Courtney that would be transparent and dumb, and in no way sexy anyway. What she was really thinking about, nearly constantly, was if she’d ever get to feel Bianca’s hands on her again, the heat of her mouth, the press of her perfect body. That she was ready to sell her soul for one more night together, one more exhilarating night...

But she couldn’t very well say that. She didn’t want to appear needy or crazy, even if that’s how she felt. What she’d said to Adore was tragically true: the ball was entirely in Bianca’s court. And if she was done, if she didn’t intend to see her again except at work-related events or casual encounters, then that was something Courtney would just have to live with.

The one source of hope that Courtney had, maybe a false one, was the way Bianca had kissed her goodbye. Soft and tender, cradling her face, a kiss that promised more.

Even if she’d made no such promise out loud.

Even if Courtney was an absolute idiot for thinking that’s what it meant.

“Courtney!”

Her head snapped up, realizing with a sinking feeling that Miss Fame had called her name multiple times. Shit. She grabbed her notepad and jumped up.

“Coming Miss!”

***

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Unexpected {part II} (Izzy Stradlin x Reader)

Pairing: Izzy x Reader

Words: 1,693

Request: @universal-scorpio “Heyyyy! I’m kinda new to the Guns fandom but I saw you were open to requests so maybe a part 2 to the Unexpected Izzy imagine please? Where Izzy and the reader have the baby?? Anyway, I love your blog and I hope you’re happy, healthy and doing well at this time! 💖”

A/N: Stradlin Sunday rolls on! Genuinely get so excited reading what you guys think, I’m always like “wow people actually like what I write!” lmao thank you guys for giving me that. I hope everyone is doing safe and well, thanks again for the request @universal-scorpio and for being so sweet! Welcome to the Jungle! ❤️🐯

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Izzy was the definition of calm and collected during your pregnancy. Your first trimester went off without a hitch if you didn’t count the nausea and hormones. When you would just burst into tears at the silliest things, like your dog getting a haircut or running out of ice cream, he would do his best to make it better. There wasn’t much he could do about the dog, but he always made sure to have every odd snack already in your house. If you wanted something you didn’t have, like sweet pickles in particular, he would leave your house—often in the middle of the night—to get it.

Really, he always seemed to know exactly what to do and never lost his patience or his cool. Sometimes you wondered in amusement if he had forgotten you were pregnant; the random onset of heartburn or tears never phased him. Or, at least that’s what you thought for a few months. Evidently, he had you fooled.

One day, while he was out taking your dog for a walk, you wandered into the studio in your home where he recorded and played music—his little sanctuary. You were surprised at the tall pile of books on a desk that you hadn’t seen before and inspected each title curiously. The Birth Partner, Pregnancy Childbirth and the Newborn, What to Expect When You’re Expecting, Your Pregnancy Week by Week.

Beside the stack of books, you found an open notebook and flipped through it. The first few pages were all full of potential song lyrics and music, but soon, his writings turned to all things concerning your baby. It was like he was a student preparing for an exam with neat notes and underlines and reminders.

“Babe?” You turned to see Izzy at the door frame, faint lines on his forehead. You could feel a wide smile growing on your lips as you turned to face him.

“What’s all of this?” You asked him curiously, raising What to Expect When You’re Expecting. “Shouldn’t I be the one reading this?” He shrugged a bit sheepishly.

“I wanted to be able to put myself in your shoes and sort of…anticipate what you’re going to be going through so I can help somehow…” He looked down a little, scratching the back of his neck. “Besides, I don’t think it’s you that needs the extra help.”

“Izzy! Are you worried?” You asked, abandoning the books and walking in front of him to cradle his face and lift his gaze up to meet yours. Your tummy rested against his, preventing you from getting as close as you wanted.

“This is just something I don’t want to fuck up.” He admitted quietly, finally looked you in the eyes. His hands drifted up and rested on your tummy. “I don’t want to let you or our baby down.”

“Babe…there’s nothing wrong with doing a little preparation. But you shouldn’t be worried, you’re going to be a great father. And you’re gonna make mistakes.” He looked up sharply. “I am too. I’m not perfect, no one is. But I know we’re going to do the best we can and this baby isn’t going to be lacking any love or care from either of us. And I know as long as I have you by my side, we’re gonna figure this out as we go and be alright.” He relaxed a little bit and nodded finally, raising his hands to stroke your hair.

“Somehow, I keep finding ways to fall even more in love with you.” He told you, kissing your forehead.

“I hope that never goes away.” You giggled leaning into his embrace.

Soon, it was time to find out the sex of your child. No longer trying to hide his feelings, Izzy held your hand tightly through the entire experience, his right leg bouncing in uncontrolled anxiousness. His other free hand drummed on his knee absently as you both watched the ultrasound image.

“Well, congratulations mom and dad, you’ve got a healthy baby girl.” When you turned to look at Izzy’s reaction, you instantly grew emotional. His mouth was slightly open in amazement and you could see his eyes beginning to water. He stood from his seat and leaned in closer to get a look, shaking his head in disbelief before he leaned down to kiss your cheek.

“We’ve got a baby girl…Y/N, we’ve got a baby girl.” It was almost as though he needed to repeat it to get it into his own head, to enter this new reality.

“Now we’ve gotta think of a name,” you giggled.

Your pregnancy continued to go extremely well. You and Izzy argued over names constantly, in the middle of everyday conversation.

“Do we have eggs?” Izzy would ask you in the grocery store before absently adding. “How about Amelia?”

“We need more eggs. And a better name than Amelia.” Izzy rolled his eyes at you before he lifted a block of cheese from the assortment in front of you.

“How about Brie?” He asked dryly.

“I am not going to tell my baby girl her father named her after a block of cheese!” You told him, shoving his shoulder as he laughed.

Eventually, despite his trepidation, he decided to reach out to his former band members and let them know the latest news in your lives. They had nothing but love and support for the both of you and even pitched in collectively to send you guys an assortment of gifts; a new expensive car seat, flowers for you, and tons of new outfits and toys. The sweetest thing possibly, however, was a tiny onesie with a Guns N’ Roses logo. “You’re still family,” Axl insisted to the both of you. It was the exact reassurance Izzy needed.

“Babe, come here for a sec?” Izzy called you into his studio one night. “I want Ramona to hear something.” When you entered the room Izzy was sat, guitar in hand, and a gentle smile.

“Ramona?” You questioned.

“Did I say that out loud?” Izzy asked, making you laugh a little. “I’m not gonna lie, I really like that one—I’ve started calling her that in my head. So, just tell me how much you hate it and we can move on…”

“Hate it? I don’t hate it.” Izzy looked surprised and you giggled. “Maybe you caught me on a good day. No, really. I love it. It’s different.” Izzy’s returning smile forever reminded you of how lucky you were to have this life. “Now, surprise us.”

“It’s a new song I wrote for her,” the song he played on his guitar was a lulling soothing melody, his words soft and loving as he described in an incredible show of vulnerability his fears of not getting fatherhood right, but how he would always love and support her and do right by her. It made you cry. You could feel your baby kicking in your stomach and gasped through your tears, motioning for Izzy to place his hand to your belly. Soon, he was crying too.

The day your water broke was a day Izzy was not home, but recording with his new band, the JuJu Hounds, and you had to call him frantically, trying not to panic alone in your house.

“Shit! I’m on my way, I’ll be there in five minutes, Y/N! I’m right down the road!” You could hear the panic in his voice too.

Izzy made it in ten, screeching to a halt outside the front of your house where you were sat gripped with pain from a contraction.

“I thought you said five!” You complained as he hurried to help you into the car.

“Yeah, it would’ve been five but I got pulled over,” he explained. “He let me go though. Hopefully, it doesn’t happen on our way to the hospital, huh?” The force of which you gripped his hand made his face pale.

“You’re not stopping if it does. Drive, please.” Izzy was almost afraid to utter any words on the way to the hospital and would shoot worried glances at you every so often while gripping the wheel tight with both hands. You were sure he was dying to smoke the whole pack of cigarettes on him but had stopped smoking around you.

“Just in case I forget, I never want to have another baby with you.” You groaned. He chuckled nervously.

“Hopefully not with some other man either, right?” He grew silent again at the glare you shot him.

Izzy never left your side through it all and everything happened so fast. You barely noticed him through your pain, you barely noticed much of anything. After a grueling long afternoon and evening, you gave birth to your baby girl, Ramona Leann Isbell, at 4:36 AM.

While you did your best to recover, panting and feeling like you had nothing left to give, you watched Izzy take your newly wrapped baby girl into his arms. The way he held her gave away his inner fear, slightly shaking and with an overabundance of caution, as though she were a precious vase he was afraid of breaking. You watched his eyes, wide with wonder that quickly flooded with love as he let out a soft sigh of awe. This little girl already had him wrapped around her tiny finger.

“Hey, little one…welcome to the world. Daddy’s got you, daddy’s always got you. I’m right here…” he cooed gently, settling into a more confident position. He glanced over at you with the biggest smile in the world and you didn’t even realize until that moment you were crying. “Do you want to see mommy? Yeah? Let’s see mommy,” he brought you over and you sat up eagerly, gaining new strength, and held out your arms. Izzy gently cradled your baby into your arms and leaned beside you on the hospital bed, tucking your hair out of your face.

“I can’t believe we made her.” He marveled out loud to you, pressing his face next to your hair. “She’s perfect, just like you. I love you so much, Y/N. Thank you for giving me this incredible life.”

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swiftlymoniquesblog · 4 years

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Perfectly Confused Angel- Part 12

Warnings: Depression, angst, heartache, pining, fluff

Word Count: 1599

A/N: This one was hard to write because of the pain Cas feels when it comes to the reader not knowing who he is but its only for a short time!

Also, this is how I imagine Castiel looks at his Honeybee ;)

Requests are open, tag list requests are open!

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-Monique

Castiel’s POV

I can’t believe she doesn’t remember me! After all this time and everything we’ve been through individually and together, she’s forgotten who I am. She means the absolute world to me and I am a stranger. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to have her back; my honeybee. The way she looks at me now is vastly different than the way she used to look at me before all this stuff happened. I’ve never hated anyone in all my years but Chuck, he crossed a line. I know he’s trying to watch out for the angels and protect us or whatever, but, this just took it way too far. He can’t control who I love and who I want to spend the rest of my life with; it’s not up to him! But according to our ancient prophecy or whatnot, humans and angels are forbidden to be in romantic relationships. Why? It is beyond me but I have to do something to change the rules and be with whomever I love.

Things have been so awkward between her and me. She is extremely timid being around me and it’s sad for all of us seeing her like that. Somehow, her memory of Sam and Dean is still intact but me? That’s what Chuck took from me and he won’t get away with it.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Dean said, seeing y/n walking into the sitting room of the Bunker. She didn’t say a word, just looked over to him, nodding, and then made her way into the kitchen.

Dean must’ve noticed that I was watching y/n with longing eyes, my heartbreaking during this, so he nudged me to get my attention.

“Dude, just go talk to her.” He says and I sigh in response.

“She’s scared of me, Dean. Why would I keep pushing her if she doesn’t want me around?”

“Because she doesn’t know who you are, Cas, but you have to remind her. Remind her of who you are to her, make her remember you because we both know that you can’t keep going without her.”

Dean was right, I couldn’t continue my days on earth without her by my side. That’s why I wanted to marry her; she is the reason I am here now and I have to do anything and everything I can to make sure she knows that. So, I did what my heart was telling me to do; to see her.

I got up from the couch and went into the kitchen, seeing y/n making a cup of coffee for herself. I stayed back, giving her her space before I let her know my presence. She reached up above her head to grab a mug from the cabinet but she couldn’t reach. I watched her struggle to get the mug, standing on her tiptoes and stretching as far as her limbs would allow her. Her shirt lifted in the process, exposing her back and all I wanted to do was hold her because that was what I always did when I saw part of her exposed to me because I couldn’t believe just how lucky I was to have her.

“Here, let me help you,” I say, walking up behind her, startling her, but she moved to the side and watched as I easily grabbed the mug she wanted and handed it to her.

“Thank you.” She spoke softly and smiled the smallest smile I’ve ever seen, but it was progressing.

“You’re welcome,” I say and she went over to the coffee pot, pouring a few scoops of coffee grinds into the top. She stopped suddenly and froze, nothing seemed to be happening with her.

“You okay?” I ask her, still keeping my distance until she turned around.

“I…don't seem to remember how to do this. Can, can you help me?” She asked and I felt my heart rate speed up.

“Yes, of course.” I walked back over to her side and carefully finished her coffee for her, turning it on and stepping away from the counter to the table in the dining room.

“Hey, Cas?” I hear her voice ask, and she sat at the table across from me.

“Hmm?” I respond, looking up at her.

“So that girl you told me about.….” She trailed off, ashamed to finish her thought.

I smile at her wanting to remember who I was, without me having to say a single thing.

“What about her?” I trail off myself, smiling fondly of our memories together, those she didn’t even know of.

“Tell me about her.”

“We were deeply in love,” I state, a red tint forming on her cheeks at my words.

“My love for her was, is, something I never expected. I’m an angel and that’s part of what happened. I came down from heaven to earth to look after Sam and Dean. They became my mission. I was supposed to look after them, I saved Dean from perdition, and I was to guide them and help them fight the battles they fight regularly. My father thought it would be a good idea if I were to aid them and it was great but the best part was, I met her; the best thing that ever happened to me. She and I are like what you read about in books or see in movies. People think it’s typical or cheesy but it was what we enjoyed and that is what mattered. However, when heaven found out about our relationship, they wanted to stop it. So, my father came down here himself, which hasn’t happened in centuries, and he wiped her memory clear of me and everything we had.” I finish my speech and she begins to cry, realizing it was her I was referring to.

“Oh my God, it’s me. I….I’m your girl.” At this point, tears are falling fast from not only her eyes but also my own. And she did something I didn’t expect either; she hugged me. She stood up and rushed over to me, wrapping her arms around me and her tears soaked through to my shirt but I held her close to me the entire time. Her body was wracked with sobs as she slowly began to remember who I was. I wished more than anything to take the sadness and confusion away from her but I couldn’t so I did the next best thing. I just held her, rubbed circles into her back, and kissed her head, making sure she knew I was never going to leave her side.

“Castiel?” She asked, my full name sounding foreign.

I pull away from her and look down at her and she looks at me with teary eyes and she leaned up to kiss me. I was surprised by her sudden forwardness, a few days before she had been afraid of me, but now? She’s kissing me and I feel all the love I’ve had for her throughout our time together and I kissed her with all the strength I had in me because I love her. I hold her face in my hands, making certain she wouldn’t move from me, and I kissed her and kissed her until I couldn’t anymore.

“Marry me, y/n,” I spoke, looking at her and hoping she would answer.

“What?” She asked.

“Marry me. I was going to do something extremely romantic to propose but last time I was going to do that, I almost lost you forever. So I can’t waste any more time. Please, make me the happiest angel in the entirety of the universe, in heaven and earth, and become my wife, so I can spend the rest of my days reminding you of how much I love you, how important you are to me, and how much I need you in my life. What do you say?” My heart was racing in anticipation and nervousness until she spoke.

“Yes, Cas. Yes, please. Please. I lost you before, I don’t ever want to do that again. I love you so much. I want to be your wife, I want to love you as much as you love me and even though I can’t remember too much, I know I loved you and I know I want to work to remember everything about us but if you will, I want to remember. Please Castiel, please.” She finished her speech and she was crying once again. I never realized how much she wanted to marry me, how this whole thing terrified her. I couldn’t imagine what it was like for her to go through losing her memory, not knowing who she was or who anyone around her was, but she wanted to be with me regardless of not having all her confidence in me.

“I love you so much, Honeybee, and I promise I always will,” I say, opening the small velvet box that was hiding in my dresser drawer for weeks. The ring I chose was one I knew y/n would love. A large diamond sat in the middle, surrounded by smaller diamonds that trailed around the ring. It was exactly what she had wanted because her face lit up as I slid it on her finger.

“I love you too, Cas.” She says and brings our lips together once more.

“Lay with me?” She asks, and I nod, walking back to her room where we crawled into bed and snuggled in close to one another. I held her as close to me as humanly, or otherwise, possible making sure I would never lose her again.

*Second author’s note: I apologize for the late update! Being a manager in retail around the holidays is INSANE! But, I love this chapter! I will be trying to write more around the holidays as we get closer!

Third author's note: Yes I know I used this GIF before but its soooooo appropriate for this chapter!

Forever tags: @simpleboox @fandom-princess-forevermore @juju-la-tortue @forever-trapped-in-my-dreams @markofdean79

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michael-langdon-baby · 5 years

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Salvation

Pairing: Michael Langdon x Original Character

Length: 2.6~

Warnings: None really, i think....

Chapter 6: Betrayal

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She walks down a long passageway, her bare feet slapping against the floor and echoing around the walls. There is only darkness ahead; there’s no point in looking back. It feels like she’s walking for hours and she always ends up in the same place; the circular room.

There are always candles lit around the pedestal floor and even more lining the walls. It gives the room an ominous glow.

She blinks once, twice, and then he’s there. He never has any clothes on and always starts out facing away from her, his soft back on display that had blonde locks cascading to his shoulders like a river of gold.

She didn’t know him, but she wanted to; yearned to run her hands to see if the hair was as soft as it looked, to feel if the milky skin was as warm as the glow of the surrounding candles.

And then he would turn to her; blue eyes making her gasp and step back in need of putting space between them. They were beautiful.

And he would smile, “I think you’re beautiful.” It would turn her tan cheeks a shade darker, and he would take a step forward, her eyes trying not to stray to his cock.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you.” Another step closer. “Father told me you were hand picked, just to my liking.”

He stood in front of her, those blue eyes watching her every muscle move with every deep breathe. His pale hand reached up and caressed her plump cheek, “My precious Jewel, do I frighten you?”

That long finger with a ring the size of her eyes ran along the wetness of her outer lip, and she nodded. He smirked and arched forward, pressing himself against her, “Don’t be, I would never hurt you.”

Julie always asked him the same question, always with a quiver in her voice, “What do you want from me?”

He always gave the same response, “Everything.”

Julie always awoke in a cold sweat, eyes darting around the room to make sure she was really alone. It was terrified and aroused her to no end; to dream of the blonde man so many nights made her miss the ones where he was gone.

More nights than not did her hand slip down her belly to her unclothed pussy, already wet from the previous dreams. It was always quick; eyes closed and clit rubbed at a furious pace before a soundless cry left her lips, thighs shaking at the tendrils of pleasure coursing through her.

She would stay on the orgasmic high for a few minutes, wetness seeping onto the sweat-covered sheets, which would prompt her to get up and take a tissue to the stickiness between her thighs.

Her brows furrowed at the light redness staining the tissue, grimacing in a childlike manner. “Really body? You’re gonna betray me like this?” There was a strange correlation with her monthly bleeding and the heavier dreams. The ones were he simply touched her and whispered sweet words were fine, but the ones that caused her to bleed usually had him bleeding for her, offering himself to her like gift for a Queen.

Julie huffed and slumped on her walk to the bathroom, now feeling the growing pain in her lower abdomen. It was times like these that being female became a burden, cursed with the act of bleeding once a month and the pain that came with it was all to burdensome.

If she could cut out her ovaries, she would. It took her aback when the thought of presenting her bloody ovaries to the man from her dreams entered her head; not today brain. But for now she simply propped her leg on the counter, unwrapped the tampon and grimaced as it slid into her, it was always uncomfortable,

It was 5:45 in the morning, and seeing as the cramps were starting to set in, it would be pointless to try and get some sleep. She snatched her phone off the bedside table and opened up her Safari, scrolling through the open tabs.

One was Chloe’s Instagram, displaying her friend in a crouching pose with a peace sign- the pinned location was New Orleans… damn, her friend hadn’t even told her she was out of town- and the white girl she was with was tagged ‘mmontgomery’. Hm, she looked familiar, but didn’t care enough to go to her page.

Julie flicked the page away, ignoring the pang of hurt that her best friend was drifting away from her. But it wasn’t just Julie’s fault; yes, she may have been spending more and more time with Michael, but Chloe had stopped eating lunch with her, stopped answering her texts… it was like she wanted them to drift apart.

Her finger hovered over the page titled ‘Church of Satan’- she’d left it open after searching in regards to her ‘Hail Satan’ dream-, and a moment later clicked on it, waiting for it to reload.

The screen was engulfed in a red hue that made her eyes burn, and the realistic picture of Satan made her uneasy. The texts upon texts spoke about how Lucifer was cast out by God for not loving the creations he called humans enough, that we were the cause of Satan’s downfall. It said that Satan roamed the Underworld for answers of how to escape, how to take his vengeance on the humans who had done this to him, but he never did.

The next part was titled ‘The Antichrist’, and her eyes read the sprawl with question.

It said the Antichrist was Satan’s son, the one who looked, talked, and walked like us but he wasn’t one of us. He was a special being with powers that people could only dream of and would bring upon the Armageddon; the ender of worlds. Though the ending wasn’t complete and the Church was still waiting for the Antichrist to rise up and smite them all.

An address was at the bottom, including a phone number and time schedule. She held no regrets in bookmarking that page, though still closed it with a flick of her finger, putting down the phone and relishing in the sound of morning birds.

One of the only things that sucked about being 17 was having school; the everyday hellscape that seemed to never have an end. It would have been slightly more tolerable if Michael went was there but him and Ms. Mead were adamant that school just wasn’t for him. She wished her mom were like that.

“Surprise bitch.” Julie turned around and gave a tight smile at Chloe. “Bet you thought you’d seen the last of me.”

It was a kick to the teeth to see her friend after her 3 week trip to New Orleans, but what was really strange was the usually pink preppy girls attire; She wore a skintight black turtle neck that tucked into high waisted dark denim jeans, a thick belt and black boots. She even had a large circular hat that was just as black as the outfit.

“You do know we’re inside right?” Julie motioned to the hat, in which Chloe rolled her eyes, “It’s called fashion sweetie, look it up.” Normally, she would’ve laughed and playfully rolled her own eyes, but instead Julie turned and started away.

“Hey, wait!” Chloe’s boots stomped against the marble floor as she tried to catch up, “Aren’t you gonna ask how my trip was? Aren’t you curious about all the New Orleans juju shit I saw?”

Julie clenched her jaw, “At the moment, not really.” She tried to turn away but Chloe tugged her back, “Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Did something happen while I was gone? Are you mad about something?”

“You know, I’m not mad that you took the trip, I’m not mad that you made friends there, hell, I’m not even made that you look like you raided Hottopic before showing up.” Julie tried not to well up. “But I am mad that mad that my best friend didn’t give enough shits to tell me that they were leaving for three fucking weeks. So yeah Chloe, I’m mad.”

And of course, in a very Chloe like manner, she laughed it off, “Are-Are you actually serious? What are you my mom? I don’t have to tell you every little thing I do.”

“No, but you could act like were at least some form of friends. You’ve been ignoring my texts, my calls, everything.” Chloe allowed Julie to step away with watery eyes. “I thought we were closer than that Chloe.”

Chloe let out a cynical laugh and it was like a flip had switched inside her, “Oh I get it, you’re jealous that I met people who understand me.” Chloe grew almost frantic in her speech, hands shaking by her side as her eyes darted around the empty hallway before landing back on Julie. “They can help me Julie, why can’t you just open your eyes?”

Please, Father! Open my eyes!

Julie shook away that dream, “I see you Chloe, I really do. But-“

Chloe stood with fists clenched and jaw tight and the metallic screech that echoed through the hallway had Julie turning, staring aghast the concave locker. Julie turned to her friend; what the hell was happening to Chloe?

“D-Did y-you-“

“See me Julie. I’m more than you ever were and will ever be.” Chloe’s voice dropped an octave lower. “Run away little girl, its gonna get ugly.” The tall girl sauntered off with a swagger, paying no mind to the crying fleeing Julie, who ran from the school.

Michael Langdon was bored. He didn’t think there could be such boredom like this; it would have been more fun to be with Julie. He wondered what she was doing. Was she in school? Was it fun? Were the people there nice?

A dark look overcame his face; were the people there nicer than him? Better than him? Would they try to steal her away from him? He shook those thoughts away; they were meant to be together and no stupid teenagers could take her away from him.

An insistent banging at the door had him sitting up in bed, eyes squinting with curiosity. Ms. Mead was off doing unholy thing in his father’s name and his Julie was at school, which meant it was a stranger. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he used his powers to see into the mind of the person at his doorstep.

He leapt of the bed and “Ouch!” He shook off his hard slam into the wall from his sock covered toes and sprinted to the door, opening it with a wide smile. A wide smile that ever so slowly deflated at the sight of his Julie standing before him, blood shot eyes and sniffles leaving her wet nose. It was hard to control the rage in his veins at her distressed state and he was slightly glad she was unaware of the shaking tree in his front yard.

She leaped into his arms and the tree became still. He held her on his doorstep, not knowing how to help. “What do I do?”

She sniffled and another tear fell, “Hold me.” It took a lot for Julie not to question how one moment they were in the entry of the house and the next his bedroom; she would put that thought away for later. This wasn’t the first time Michael had done something like this and she was sure it wouldn’t be the last.

He crowded her onto his twin size bed and covered her like an octopus would its prey. Though it did just the trick; his tight hold soothed away her sadness and washed away her tears. The hurt from Chloe’s words was slowly fading away, leaving just her and Michael.

They lay on their sides, facing each other. He watched her bloodshot eyes and reached one hand up to feel her warm cheeks, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

Julie thought about telling him everything; spilling all the pain she felt from Chloe’s hatred and the sadness she harbored from feeling alone. So she did, her voice a whisper in his ear that had him gripping her harder.

“But you’re not alone.” He moved in closer. “You’ll never be alone again.” They watched each others lips and made a kiss an innocent as innocence could be. It lasted only a few seconds long but it felt like heaven. She murmured, “was that okay?”

And he gave her a smile that made his eyes even brighter, “I love you Julie.”

It took her aback for a moment, a declaration of love from a boy she’d know for a short amount of time. Did she love Michael Langdon? She wasn’t sure, but there was something inside her that said she did. So she said, “I love you Michael.”

“You’ll never leave me right?” He was such an insecure boy but he had to know, he wanted to hear it.

“Never.” Their lips met again, and she started to believe that love was in the air.

God, being in love was so fun. They were like dating dating and they shared sweet kisses whenever they could and held hands when they strolled through the Hotel on the two Saturdays of the month. It was so domestic of her and he made her feel loved in a way her mom never could.

And nothing could go wrong it seemed.

Well…

A harsh banging on the front door had Michael at his feet in an instant, Julie already making her way to open and see whom it was. Julie grimaced; it was a medium height pale girl with clothes akin to Chloe’s new style, red lips moving in an angry twitch and squinting eyes.

Wait! She knew this girl- she was the one from Chloe’s picture in New Orleans… but why was she here?

“Can I help you?” The girl whose name had been tagged ‘mmontogmery’ let out an annoyed exhale and lifted up her phone, displaying a smiling picture of Chloe, “Have you seen this girl?”

Julie answered truthfully as she felt Michael creep up behind her, “We aren’t really on speaking terms at the moment-“

The girl cut her off and spat, “I don’t need a sob story I just need to know where she is.”

“You are rude.” Michael was nose to nose with the girl. “Don’t talk to her like.” The rude girl looked ready to shoot back an insult that would probably make him cry so Julie tugged him behind her so he was out of focus, “I don’t know where she is. Sorry, can’t help.”

She made to close the door in the girls face, but some force was stopping her; even with both hands, it wouldn’t budge. The girl simply pushed her way inside, ignoring Michael’s death like glare, “Ugh, is this what poor people live like? No thank you.”

She sat on the couch and crossed her legs. Julie was just in shock and finally was able to slam the door, marching over to this bitch, “Who the hell do you think you are? This is my goddam house and you need to leave.”

The girl sighed and looked into Julie’s eyes with intensity, “My name is Madison Montgomery and I’m here to find Chloe before she causes a shit show that even the all holy Supreme can’t fix. So either you and that twelve year old are gonna help me find her or a lot of people are going to die.”

Madison had had the words barely leave her mouth before she started gasping for air, well done nails scratching at her porcelain skin. Julie rushed forward, not knowing what to do. “Michael! Help her! What do i-“

She fell to the floor and crawled away from Michael Langdon; the boy whose eyes were rolled back into his head with a clenched fist at his side, Madison still choking on the couch.

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i-hate-everyone--equal · 4 years

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Freeridge's Advocate.

I do not own on my block only my characters and this is chapter 2 of this fanfic. I also do not speak spanish so please bear with me.

Waking up to a raging hangover was not one of the things I wanted to go through this early in the morning. It's a real struggle to open my eyes and when I do dizziness, lines, and stars are the only things in my sights for awhile. That's why it takes me a while til I notice that I was the only one in the room. Letting out a long groan before sitting up and stretching that only meant that Juju didnt sleep much at all. Turning to grab my phone I see purple glaring numbers reading 05:49. I let out another long groan. I've only slept for 2 hours and, let me tell you my body can feel that shit.

Hearing my name being called from downstairs is the only thing that breaks me out of my thoughts. I hear her coming running like a stampede..... 'If I hurry and jump out the window I might be able to make it to my car.......' the thoughts causing me to shake my head and pause for a brief second....did I really just debate jumping out the window because I didn't feel like dealing with my - the closed door banged open to reveal my dreaded sister.

"SISSY THERE IS NO FOOD!" What time is it?

Not even 6 o clock and this mother fucker's worried bout food. Is she crying?

"What are you crying for?" I groaned out. The hangover I developed from drinking too much last night really whooping my ass. Whilst my youngest triplet is not making my life any easier. I should've taken an aspirin before I started drinking then I wouldn't even have a headache. Glancing over to my right I see that Nena is still peacefully sleeping. That girl didn't even let the 5.6 earthquake or the category 4 hurricane wake her up that we were in a year ago.

"Theres no food!!!" Aaliyah continued to scream again with her dramatic ass. Her auburn dreadlocks swinging against her caramel skin, and her hazel eyes wide with worry as she waved her arms around in a save me jesus motion. Other wise known as the help me lord and my personal favorite jesus take the wheel motion. Where she be getting all the energy from in the morning? Definitely not from I nor anyone else in the family. Looking closely at her face I see nothing but exhaustion....and hunger.

Leveling her with a glare I wait until she is finished doing her little food macarena. Which doesnt take long at all.

"What the hell you want me to do about it?" Damn near letting the words leave my lips in growls. This puta know damn well that I'm not a morning person. She turned her pleading watery eyes to me. That really being the only answer I needed and really wanting to get away from her gordita ass. I let out a long groan and quickly get up knowing I won't be able to sleep if plum wakes up hungry and already having one of mi bebés with tears in her eyes at my door, crying for food as if she hasn't eaten in weeks. I turn towards my night bag to get my stuff and get ready I go into the updated bathroom not sparing the time to appreciate being far too ticked off to look anywhere but the sink and mirror. Brushing my teeth before throwing on a black strapless crop top, and some light blue pants along with some black soldier boots. I head out of my room mi hermanas no where to be seen hopefully going to catch a few more hours of sleep together.

Before leaving I glance back into the master room to see plum sleeping with her ass up in the air. Causing me to let out a light chuckle. She's one of the only things that gets me laughing now a days and she'll probably be just as hungry as Liyah when she wakes up. Shaking my head I quietly cover her with a blanket before closing the bedroom door and heading for the front door.

Making sure my .9mm is loaded and grabbing my wallet I close and lock the door before running to my all black impala. Wanting to get this over with I set the course to a Walmart in freeridge, seeing as it was a 20 minute drive I take off. Cruising to Like me by Joey Badass.....Maybe arriving a little sooner that expected because of my magical driving skills.

I walk in and the store was basically empty at this god forbidden time. Not even the workers look like they want to be here at 6 something in the morning. Huffing I begin to walk through the aisles and grab everyones favorite food so I don't have to hear they loud mouth. Making sure to grab some chocolate cookies for Nena while also grabbing some bacon bites for Cerberus. While getting things for this weeks dinner I start walking to the milk section. Nena has been begging me to make chocolate mouse for a while and it could be a good quick new home dessert. Grabbing 2 glass cartons full of 2% white and chocolate milk I was putting them into the cart when I suddenly hear some shuffling in the next aisle over going towards the bathroom behind the she section. Glancing over, I see a boy about the same age as me in very bad shape trying to go into the men's bathroom. He was leaking blood from the various cuts on his body and just slowly shuffling along until he finally made it through the bathroom doors.

....

Deciding to mind my own damn business I carry my ass on to the other aisles I needed to go down. Really too tired and not trying to be superman and get into anything over my head with my still existing hangover. All those hope's and dreams are smashed through the window though when I suddenly hear.

" Where that lil nigga go?!" Glancing down the candy aisle like some irked off oompa loompa, I see three niggas all of them wearing turd green and piss yellow shirts. All of them looking to be 20 or over so why they looking for a little beaten up boy? The one who spoke seems to be the one in the middle. He had a faded hair cut and a lot of badly placed tattoos on his face one of them being numb which he had tattooed in giant letters under his eye.

"They going to kill us if we lost him. This the first time they let him out since Spooky got locked up!!" The second guy who spoke up was a lighter shade than the other two. He had very short dreads on the top of his head the rest of his hair was shaved off he didn't have any tattoos on his face but, I think he should reconsider and follow into his friends footsteps. Everything on him was just begging to be covered up with ink he was big and ugly all around from his eyes, to his nose, to his teeth. The true definition of having a face only a mother could love.

Spooky?? ...Well damn lil vato doesnt even have any back up....Lemme go mind my business before, I get caught up in something I dont need to.

"Go check the bathrooms!" Yep just going to walk right passed and go pay for my things.

Going straight into the bathroom following the three guys I silently get behind them to see the biggest one who had long nappy dreaded hair holding the poor kid up by his torn shirt. The fear in his brown eyes triggering something in me causing me to move. First knocking the two people in front of me out by pinching pressure points on their necks. The boy's eyes widened probably just realizing I'm not with the other black people. I go up to the biggest guy grabbing the arm that wasnt holding the boy up and dislocating it. Shoving my glock into his mouth when he tried to scream not letting him look at me.

"Let him go." My deadly calm voice rang out. Promising pain if he didnt do what I wanted in the next 5 seconds. Dropping the kid as if he was made of fire......... this nigga just pissed himself... Alright.

Pistol whipping him in the face to knock him out, I swiftly grab the boy and begin wrapping him up in his jacket. I grab his arm gently and start to lead him out the bathroom to my cart, then to the register to pay before walking out.

Putting my groceries into the car I turn my head to look at the scared boy and notice he got some bushy ass eyebrows. Also noticing his torn clothes while also looking at his beat up and bleeding face. So deciding to put off the eyebrow subject until later I fully turn to the kid.

"Are you coming with me?" The boy looked shocked when I asked him that. Sighing, I continued. I wish Liyah was here she's the one who talks to people. Not that I can't it's just more of an annoyance more than anything.

"I wont hurt you and, I dont have anything to patch you up here so are you coming?" Patiently waiting until I see him nodding his head, his eyebrows growing up and down along with his head but suprisingly not moving an inch off his face. He goes to the passenger seat trying to open the door as you would a regular car.

I hold back my giggles, as his eyes damn near popping out of his skull when the butterfly doors did what they were supposed to. Going towards the driver seat I get in the car.

"My name is Elaina." I said turning to him once I finished getting situated in the car. "My name is Cesar."

"Well Cesar, you got any family you need to call to come get you?" He looks down at his lap. "My brother is in jail. Has been for 2 years now." 'Hm. That's not reassuring. Does he have the same eyebrows as you salad?' Looking forward for him to continue but only becoming disappointed when he doesnt keep talking....

"Alright let's go home then." Starting the car I speed out the parking lot."Thank you for helping me." I heard his pained mumble. Turning my head to see him glancing around the carbody still tended up from the ass whooping he just got, before finally deciding to just look out the window. "Anytime mijo I would want the same to be done for my sisters."

"How many sisters do you have?" He asked turning towards me. Damn....this kid got some bushy ass eyebrows. "I used to have 5." My simple but monotone tone of voice rang out through the car throat tightening at the mere thought of my elder sisters. "Now I have 3. Aaliyah, Julianna, and Arianna. You'll met them when we arrive at the house. We're almost there hold on tight." Going way above the speed limit I arrive at the street 15 minutes later. While driving down the road I notice a moving truck parked in front of the house. I keep driving til I was parked right next to it in front of the new house.

Turning towards Cesar to tell him to get out but, letting out a laugh when I see him clinging to the seats for dear life."Sorry I do drive a little fast." He turned his wide brown eyes to me as if I'm crazy, but he didnt die so..... Letting his eyes wonder over to the house I swear I see them get a little bit bigger.

"Come help me with the groceries and let's go get you patched up." Walking into the house with bags of food. I go straight to the kitchen its cherry wood cabinets the first thing that catches my attention. The silver flat top stove on the marbled cherrywood island in the middle of the kitchen. The ovens were mounted inside the cabinets so you dont have to bend to bake it put things in the oven. 'I'm going to be able to cook my ass off in this.'

"Juju!! Come help me please!!" I screamed while passing into the kitchen. Motioning for Cesar to hop on to the marble island. "Yeah Sissy?" I hear her say before catching sight of Cesar. "Oh sweetie what happened?" She said in her soothing southern voice.

" I saved him from some niggas while shopping. Can you patch him up? LIYAH GET YOU ASS DOWN HERE!!" Where the hell that puta at?? Waking me up at the unforgivable hour to not have her ass down here when I bring her damn food. "Sissy I'm fixing up my room!"....No this bitch did not just.

"Alright then I'm eating your cheetos!"

...

Yeah move them feet bitch. "Not my cheetos!!!!!" She screams rampaging into the kitchen wearing a baggy t shirt and some sweats. Stopping abruptly when she bumps into the Mexican boy who had yet to sit on the counter because Juju was checking out all of his injuries. She let's out a squeak"H-Hi."

Did she just stutter? Quickly turning to look at Juju who was already looking at me with amusement and amazement. Aaliyah miss 'hey what you trying to do tonight attitude' is stuttering? Dont get me wrong I know she is still a virgin all of us are but I also know damn well no one has ever gotten her to squeak out just a hi. "Hola princesa." Cesar replied smirking. Oh so you tryna get at my sister okay Salad but, you could tell he was just as captivated in her as she was in him. She shyly puts up a smile the blush that had started to creep when she set eyes on the eyebrow warrior had damn near caked her cheeks much to her horror and my satisfaction. The older sister in me enjoying seeing her little sister embarrass herself every once in awhile. She then turns and high tails it out the kitchen as if a hell hound was on her heels.

'The fuck is her problem?' I think heading out the kitchen. She ruined my fucking show. "Nana can you put the groceries up while I got check on this puta?" I asked her, before going after my little sister. Walking down the hallways passing people putting furniture away according to the interior designers instructions. I finally see her going into a room with a rose painted on the door. Well that is her favorite flower and shes an artist so I'm not surprised to see her already painting up the house and it's not like I mind as long as I can paint some of the rooms and doors as well. Walking into her room I notice my daughter playing with some toys on Liyah's bed.....and Liyah is going through her bags??

Once she sees me in the door way though she drags me into her room.

"Who is sexy in the kitchen?! You cant just bring home cute people and not tell me!! Look at what I'm wearing!" Oh this horny little mother-

"Sorry sis I didnt know I would be saving anyone at walmart today. Next time I'll be sure to tell you where to go shove it next time your hungry." I said teasing walking over to Nena who was dressed in her favorite blue jeans and a plain grey shirt.

While ignoring my sister's call of "No!That's not what I mean." She was making the t rex eat the little soldiers because they stole her cookies.'....Damn right mija you protect your cookies.' joining her by grabbing another t rex I begin to Nom Nom Nom on the soldiers who were just trying to escape the inevitable. I ended up tickling her stomach and she started laughing her little ass off.

"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME!!!!" I hear a yell from down the hall. All three in the room groaning upon recognizing the tone of voice and how close it was to the room. All of us looking at each other but before we could say anything the voice of Ari continued.

"I SAID I DIDN'T WANT IT RIGHT THERE ARE YOU RETARDED ESE DO YOU KNOW WHO MY SISSY IS?!!"

Grabbing Nena, I start heading to the sound of the banshee. I spot her and her dyed blonde hair screaming at one of the very handsome but obviously Puerto Rican male mover. I take a really good look at her as I'm walking over. She's a shade lighter than any of us from how long shes had to stay inside.

"Hey princessa how about we not call the people who decorate the house and have our things in their hands retarded." My voice turning into what my sisters calls my 'Persephone' side I just call it my serious voice. Thinking about it I really do love Arianna, before the disease took over her and her sister she was the sweetest little girl always being polite and caring. Then once shit went down and got real she became critically depressed not saying that she didn't have a right to but when she fell in the deep hole of depression, and we all fell in right after her. Not that it was any of her fault it just seems like once the cancer came, life just got worse every where else to. After beating the cancer, shit just got more real in Crenshaw forcing all of us to do some things we regret but then we left there on good terms with everything before moving here. Although now she hides her hurt and pain behind this spoiled princess act.

"Sissy I want him fired right now!" What did he even do for you to come at him like this? Looking around I notice everything looks fine. They actually did a great job decorating for all my brother is worth in the sibling department you cant deny that he does know our style.

"What's the problem Ari?" I said with a light shrug after examining the house making sure there was nothing actually wrong. Also while loving all the plants the movers were placing around the house. Just as that thought crosse my mind 2 workers both with

hands full of bamboo palm, ivy, and moss cane all great plants for air filtration. Making a small note in my head to put some air filtering plants onto the med room I being my attention back on the subject at hand.

"THEY GAVE ME THE SMALLEST ROOM! I WANT THE MASTER BEDROOM!" She screamed in my face...screamed....in my motherfucking face?

Has this bitch lost her mind? Looking down at Nena I see her giving Ari the same look of have you lost your mind? 'I'm bout to whoop her ass.'I think to myself as I hear the little devil behind my ear saying 'grab her by her dyed blonde hair and toss her ass over the railing down towards the pits of hell where she belongs.' Yet, on the left side the side I was holding Nena I hear the little angel 'there is no need for anymore violence in front of Nena not when you can help it.' Looking into her hazel eyes I reel in the ratchet grab a hatchet attitude until I'm calm enough to put this bitch in her place.

"Who are you talking to?" I ask in the calmest voice I could manage at the time. Knowing that shes probably just stressed from the giant move. Though she did want a fresh start all she ever knew was Crenshaw and it was hard for her to finally open up to me about it before moving. She kept creeping around me until she finally broke down the night before the move. The silly duck. My thoughts already beginning to calm me down, and though I tried my best considering how everyone in the hallway paled I think I did a pretty horrible job.

"Sissy I wanted the master bedroom." She said in her high pitched guilty voice changing her attitude quick and taking a few steps back while ducking her head down in submission. Although, her spoiled ass still dares asking me for the master bedroom after showing me that type of disrespect. Dont do it.....dont do it.

"Go to your room." Before turning to Nena not sparing a glance at the young girl who ran into the room she most definitely deserved acting like that. Nena was looking at me with amazement "Your like a Afro-Mexican black widow mama." Damn right and dont you forget it bebe kissing her forehead to thank her for the compliment. I look up and see no one around.

Hm.

I need to go check on Cesar and find out when Cerberus will arrive. Walking down on the dark wood floors and through the grey walls of the house. Listening to Nena's talk of the latest episode of teen titans, I realize I have everything I could have ever wanted in my life. My sisters all well and happy, my brothers out living whatever lives they want at the time...but I still feel so empty a very dark place in my mind said, its voice like a whisper.....always like a whisper when I have Nena in my arms.

Passing through the long hallway connecting the front and back doors I entered the kitchen to see.....no one there? Alright where these putas at? Turning around I see the worker that I saved earlier from the fire breathing dragon, behind me looking like he wanted to say something, with the way he was nervously posted up. His handsome face down casted as if I'd castrate him if he spoke something wrong. Admittedly something I have done before but not without proper cause. I seriously haven't been around people this scared of someone whose holding a three year old in their arms.

"T-THANK YOU!!!" He screams out at the top of his lungs in my kitchen. Hm. Looking down at Nena I see her giving the cutest confused look with her head cocked to the side. So I unconsciously adapted the same bewildered position looking back up to the mover.

"Are you okay?" I asked quietly. Scared he was going to faint at any givin moment. Looking at the way his chest heaved up and down from what I would assume is fear. My hermano would've had everyone he sent drug tested before sending them here to help move after what happened last time. Also knowing they were all my brothers trained people I continue to look at him. 'Maybe he's just nervous' I tell myself still reaching down to grab the gun on my waist discreetly.

"No-no one has ever saved me before." He nervously stated looking down at the ground like I kicked his puppy. He looks young but a couple of years maybe like 17 or 18. He honestly looks like someone whose been drastically hurt recently by the real world. I think I can get a good story out of him maybe a good friendship? Still staring at him with a neutral look in my eyes.

"Walk with me."I said walking down the hallway in search of my lost sisters and puppo. I find them in the Med room. Smoking weed out of two of the bongs.

The workers did a great job putting everything away as fast as possible. Everything in the main house was done I'm assuming they working on the kitchen now by the sound of it.

I spot eyebrow lord all bandaged up leaning against one of the bean bag chairs with Liyah in some shorts and a baggie shirt with her dreads up in a bun. Cesar also has a new all black outfit with a tee and long pants and his golden chain. I see them awfully close to one another. Walking inside and motioning for the worker to close and relax by the door.

"Ooh what's going on in here?" I say in a playful sexy voice before placing Nena down who automatically goes to the fish tank to see if there were any fish in there yet. Once she finds out that there is just water in there she goes off to explore. Shouting with joy once she spotted the giant black Pres canary Cane Corso mix. Who was more than happy to cover her face full of doggy kisses. Clearly missing his little hooman despite only being apart for a full 24 hours. Turning away from her, he takes off to play chase with her somewhere in the house. Walking over to Juju, I take a seat next to her on the same bean bag basically in her lap, hitting the bong when she comes up for air.

Looking over I see that my sister has seriously put a claim down on Cesar one that she knows that everyone will respect. Especially Juju and I considering how we always liked older men.

I have to admit though, Liyah has that boy hypnotized with the way hes looking at her. Though when I look at her she is just as captivated in him something she will try to deny later on. Turning my head to Juju after being tired of watching them eye rape each other I see that she has come to the same conclusion I have. Smiling and getting her attention I start making kissy faces.

Maybe people might think I'm making too light of the situation with how young all of us are but, what can I say if your old enough to fully carry out a blood mission your old enough to fuck, smoke, and swallow whatever you want in my book.

Grabbing my phone I look to see the numbers 18:00 blaring at me from the screen and no messages. "Come cook with me." I said to Juju. She's not doing anything anyway. Knowing she will follow me I head into the kitchen. Nodding to the worker to follow before I fully leave the room.

"Chica she looks in love." Juju said with a giant smile causing one to spread on my lips as well.

"I know I've never seen her like this." I said going in to the fridge to pull out the chicken I brought from the store. "It's good for her. She's smart enough not to fall in love at first sight though. Let's take them out somewhere tonight so they could go on a date!" Juju says enthusiastically. Before leaning on the kitchen counter.

"Juju it's only been a few hours calm down." I said laughing "Plus the poor boy just got patched up." I continued.

"You're right sissy." Juju said nodding her head as if I made the discovery of the century "We'll do it tomorrow!"

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The Retreat Chapter 18

Characters: CEO!Bucky x reader, Caroline, Natasha

Warnings: Angst, lots and lots of angst, this one might hurt a bit

Word count: 1.8k

Description: Y/N Y/L/N: determined business woman, sought after by most businesses, creative visionary for advertising. She has it all. Or so she thinks. Life has a way of kicking you sideways when you least expect it, want it or are in anyway prepared for it. Numerous times. How can Y/N remain from cracking under the pressure when her career isn’t the only thing on the line and everything isn’t all that it seems?

A/N: This one is a painful chapter, nothing really good happens, I’ll tell you now. It’s NOT happy! So enjoy, sort of xx Series Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

Story:

Bucky’s POV

“Caroline…” I moan her name, forgetting where I am and what’s going on for merely a moment. What am I doing? I have Y/N, what am I doing screwing that up? “Caroline, stop. Stop!”

“What’s wrong, Juju?” Caroline snakes one hand to the nape of my neck, threading her fingers through my hair. This was one of her favourite manipulative moves when we were together if I said no to something she really wanted and I’m ashamed to admit it worked more often than not.

“I said stop, Caroline. I’ve moved on and so should you.” I step back from her cloud of perfume to try and clear my head. She is one manipulative, sly, intoxicating, suffocating woman. Not a day goes by that it doesn’t baffle me I ever thought I loved her- enough to want to marry her!

“Moved on? Darling, could you really let me go so easily? Because I doubt it.”

“Well I have. So you need to get over this, us, and accept it because…”

“Because what, Juju?”

“Because I love her.” Wow, didn’t expect that to come out. I love her. I love Y/N. Caroline looks taken aback by my sudden confession, a sour glare in her unblinking eyes like I just said the worst thing she could ever hear.

“You love her… Who is she?” her voice has gotten lower and I notice her fists are clenched so tightly they’re turning white. She seems almost dangerous in this state. I have, in the past, seen just how bad her temper can get and it is not something I wish to see again (not to say I don’t have a few anger issues myself sometimes). We went jewellery shopping and they didn’t have the necklace that she wanted. The screaming tantrum that both myself and the store clerk had to endure was ear piercing and so offensive to the point I tipped the poor man for his patience with her.

“It’s none of your business who she is. Goodbye Caroline.” I nod my head before backing out of the gardens and going back to the benefit- I think it’s time Y/N heard my confession too.

Everyone is considerably more drunk than when I headed outside; Steve is actually stumbling around the dancefloor and he is no lightweight. Wanda and Vis are getting along swimmingly which is good to see since I’ve been rooting for the pair since she pulled out his name for secret santa. Natasha is the only person sat on their own but I assume Clint will return soon. And Y/N is nowhere to be seen- she must have just gone to the bar or something.

“What’s wrong Barnes, you look a little lost there.” Nat asks with a mysterious smile, like she knows a secret and wants you to ask about it.

“Have you seen Y/N?” I ask back, scanning the crowd by the bar and not seeing the eye-catching red of her dress.

“I have. Is there something going on there between the two of you? You were looking quite… close earlier.” She’s very wise with her words, is Natasha. But I do not have time for this right now.

“None of your business Romanoff! Where did she go?”

“Ugh, you’re no fun. She left in a hurry about two minutes ago, looked pretty upset too. I asked her what was wrong and she told me to bite her so someone clearly pissed her off. Wasn’t you, was it?” she laughs, her evening’s alcohol intake boosting her playful mood. She can keep wondering for now. I stride quickly to the front doors and out into the cool evening air, most of the press having cleared their cameras and left. There are a few smokers hanging around and a couple of other people dotted along the street waiting for taxis and limousines. None of them I recognise as Y/N. She must have caught a driver’s attention already. Damn! Giving up quickly in my search thanks in part to the chilly breeze, I wander back inside to the table to finish the drink I forgot about when I spotted Caroline lurking in the corner. “No luck?”

“No. I must have just missed her. Did she say where she was going when she left?”

“Well I thought she’d gone looking for you earlier but then she ran back through nearly in tears. I didn’t want to get yelled at so I let her go. You know I don’t like getting involved in arguments.” Nat tells me before sipping on a fresh martini. She came looking for me? Surely she didn’t see me with Caroline. Oh God, she must have! I need to call her, now!

Y/N’s POV

I attack the punching bag so ferociously I feel like I could break it from it’s chain. A sheen of sweat has broken out across my skin and my muscles ache from the repetitive exercise but I can’t stop- I need to get all of this anger out of me and this is the healthy way to do it right?

“Do want to take a break?” Nat huffs from holding the bag for me, concern bringing her brows together in a frown.

“Nah, I’m good.” I pant, bracing my legs for the next set. She steps back from the bag before I can start and sits on the bench with her water bottle, gulping nearly half of it down in one, “Fine, we’ll take a break.” I stay stood, grabbing my own bottle from the floor.

“You okay?” Nat leans back on the wall, regarding me.

“Yeah, I’m not tired yet.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” Damn, I’m not as good of a liar as I thought.

“I’m done with men. That’s all.” I punch the bag weakly, causing it to swing in the air. Nat laughs and sits forwards with her elbows resting on her knees.

“Men too? Just a few weeks ago you were giving me your power speech on how you’re completely done with women and never want to see boobs again unless they’re your own or in porn.”

“Okay, well clearly I was exaggerating about that part. I’m just done with dating and shall remain single forever.”

“Sure… who hurt you?”

“That guy that I decided to go for it with? I caught the douche getting with his ex.” I admit, leaving out all of the details.

“Really? What a dick. What did he say?”

“He doesn’t know I know. But he keeps calling and I never want to hear his stupid voice again.” That might be a little tricky with us literally working together but I can always get a new job. I saw Stark Industries was hiring.

“And you’re not even going to give him an explanation? Ruthless, I like it.” Nat stands back up, strapping her gloves on for her turn at punching. “What if he tries finding you in person to talk, what do you do then?”

“I… don’t know.” I’m going to have to face him. I’m going to have to face that cheater’s stupid fucking face and tell him it’s over. He may not even be sorry, he may fire me on the spot, he might try to lie his way out of it all. I just don’t know. I do know, however, that I’ll probably end up crying at work in front of everybody and everyone will find out we slept together and HR will get involved and it’ll turn into one big mess and I may never find work again and end up living with my parents-

“Y/N, breathe! You got stuck in your own head again.” Natasha runs up to me and grabs my hands, making over-exaggerated breathing motions until I stop hyperventilating. I have got to stop doing that.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologise. I think you have a lot of thinking to do. On your own.”

“Yeah, I think I do.”

My arm muscles are so sore and my legs feel fuzzy when I finally flop onto my bed, home from the gym. I can still feel the pain from my morning hangover ebbing slowly away too. But none of it compares to pain I felt last night seeing Bucky with Caroline again, back with the woman he claimed to despise more than anyone on the planet (even more than Stark). Back with the woman that cheated on him for God knows how long with an intern from his own office. He’d seemed so genuine with me but I guess it was all an act of happiness until he could get back with her. Just the mere thought of him faking every smile, every moment with me, sends a sickening, twisting feeling through my heart and puts a bitter taste in my mouth. This stings much more than when India left, strangely- she just packed her things and called it quits. Bucky cheated. I don’t even know if any of our so-called relationship was real. I do know that I wish he would stop calling though. Letting my phone ring through, I stare blankly at my own reflection in my vanity mirror as I often like to do when my life is falling apart before me. He’ll leave a voicemail, adding to the 12 already in my inbox and the 26 texts I haven’t read and yet… I can’t bring myself to do the smart thing and block him. I’m about to step into the shower (yes, I don’t dare put one foot in the gym showers, bleh) when I see a different name brighten my screen- Steve. It could be baby news! Peggy was due a scan at some point and as it turns out, she was a few weeks further along than she thought. I quickly swipe to answer.

“Steve! Any news on Baby Rogers?”

“It’s not Steve, Ava, it’s me…” A deeper, pained voice informs me- Bucky. That sly bastard!

“What do you want?” I ask with such venom, I hope it comes across that way on his end.

“I wanted to see if you’re okay! You’ve not been answering your phone all day and you ran off last night. Where did you go?” He sounds upset. I hope he is.

“I went home. I saw you Bucky so don’t bother trying to deny it.”

“I… I didn’t-”

“You know what? I don’t want to do this right now.” I hang up and toss my phone on the bed. This shower better be a magic shower if it’s going to calm me down even a little after that.

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old-read-all-about-kpop · 5 years

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Anonymous: Hello!! Could you write oneus reaction to their s/o waking up in the middle of the night bcs they have a nightmare? Thank you! 💕

A/N: I always wanted to write something like this! I’m sorry for the long wait darling. My mom underwent surgery last week and I’ve been tending to her. I am sincerely sorry. I hope you enjoy reading this reaction 💓💓💓💓

Ravn

Your whimpers, soft at first but gradually growing in volume, were what startled Ravn awake. He looked over his shoulder, seeing you in obvious distress as you tossed and turned in your sleep. Your hairline was shiny with sweat, and your eyebrows were knitted together.

Ravn turned over to face you. He watched in worry, wondering what you could possibly be enduring in your slumber.

He didn’t want to wake you, thinking that it would only make your situation worse. Instead, he chose to shush you quietly and gently run his fingers through your hair.

Like magic, you calmed down, releasing an almost inaudible sigh. Your face relaxed, and your body settled into the mattress.

Ravn smiled, proud that he could come to the rescue. He then pulled you into the safety of his arms, peppered your hair with kisses, and snuggled into the warmth of the blankets. Knowing that you could now sleep in peace, sleepiness overcame his senses once again and pulled him back into oblivion.

Seoho

You knocked out early. You have been cramming for your exams and, therefore, pulled all-nighters. You hated every second of it as you knew that it meant less sleep for you, but you had to. Now, it was finally Friday, and you could sleep, not having to worry about another exam until next semester.

Seoho was next to you on the bed, watching television on low volume so it won’t disturb your well-deserved slumber. He would glance at you occasionally with a grin, content on knowing that his sweet baby could finally rest.

A little while later, you started squirming, letting out pained gasps. Seoho tore his eyes away from the TV to look at you, utterly worried. He froze in place, unsure what to do in this situation.

You woke up with a start then, gasping for air as you gripped onto Seoho’s waist tighter. He hissed slightly, feeling your nails dig into the flesh you once touched tenderly in your sleep. But he disregarded the pain quickly, placing you as his number one priority.

“Hey, hey,” Seoho said softly. “It’s okay, babygirl/boy.” He slowly rested his hand on your cheek, rubbing the supple flesh lovingly.

You leaned into his touch, sighing heavily. The fear that caused your heart to accelerate and your limbs to be on fight-or-flight mode ceased.

Seoho scooted down on the bed and pulled you flush against his body. You immediately snuggled deep in his tight embrace, relishing in his warmth.

“Go back to sleep, my love. I’ll be here if anything happens.”

Leedo

Leedo was enjoying his book while you slept between his legs, your cheek pressed against his chest. After each chapter, Leedo would pause to rub your back tenderly or stroke your cheek with his thumb. Sometimes he would even press a kiss to the top of your head with pure adoration. He just couldn’t stop himself as he held happiness in his heart, knowing that neither of you had anywhere to go today.

He resumed in reading with a smile on his face. But, soon after, he felt you jolt violently, almost causing him to drop his book on your face.

Right when he moved his book away from you, you raised yourself up quickly. Your eyes were wide, fear evident in them. Your breathing was uneven, leading you to almost choke when you tried taking a deep breath.

Leedo sat up, taking hold of your face so you could focus on him and only him. “It’s okay, baby. Calm down. Deep breaths.” He then began to demonstrate, prompting you to follow his lead.

Eventually, your heart was no longer pounding, and your breathing was back to normal. You sighed in relief and fell into your boyfriend, tightly wrapping your arms around his waist. Knowing you have returned to reality, you completely melted into Leedo.

Not saying a word, Leedo leaned against the headboard. He placed a hand on your head and rubbed your scalp delicately. He didn’t need to hear you say you were okay. He could feel it.

Keonhee

You told Keonhee you didn’t want to watch the newest horror movie. But, your complaints and protests simply fell on deaf ears. So, you had no choice but to sit through the gory film, cowering behind a sofa cushion. Keonhee misinterpreted your actions as you being overdramatic, leading to him teasing you every now and then during the horrific movie. You wished your boyfriend wasn’t so obtuse.

The sky was now the color of coal, and the movie finally ended. But, you knew the horror was yet to leave the crevices of your mind. You were in for a long night, and you dreaded it.

Sure enough, in the late hours of the night/early hours of the morning, you broke out in a cold sweat, tossing and turning as your mind played horrible images for you to try to fight off in your subconsciousness.

Soon enough, you woke up with a scream, being met by further darkness, provoking you to curl into yourself. Keonhee was startled awake by your cry, turning wildly to find you letting out choked sobs as you rocked back and forth.

“Sweetheart, my love, what’s wrong?” he asked, wretched with concern as he observed your body for any external injuries. He even looked around the dark room, expecting to find an intruder or a murderer.

You were shaking like a leaf, the ghastly images waiting to pounce on your poor subconscious the minute you were to close your eyes. You let out another choked sob, wishing for the demons to leave so you could sleep in peace.

Keonhee was punched with guilt, having already connected your frightened state to the horror movie he forced you to watch with him. He knew you hated horror movies, the nightmares being the number one reason why, but he disregarded you. Shame gripped his heart harshly.

Slowly, Keonhee pulled you into his embrace. He hummed quietly, hoping the tunes would calm you. He rubbed your back, rocking you back and forth like a baby.

Finally, you calmed down. Sleep took over your senses once again. Keonhee watched as you breathed deeply, your lips apart in a lovely pout, and your lashes fluttering above your cheekbones.

The majority of the night, Keonhee didn’t sleep a blink. He refused his body to succumb to tiredness for the guilt he held was too grand. He thought of numerous ways to make it up to you. You were his precious princess/prince, and he wanted to make it right.

Hwanwoong

Hwanwoong was chilling on the couch in the living room while you took a nap upstairs. Your cycle has been draining your energy every second of these past four days and you needed rest. So, once your sweet boyfriend tucked you in, you indulged yourself with two lovely hours of sleep.

But, your mind had other plans for you as it hindered you with awful images, causing you to thrash around in the bed before letting out a shriek that could shatter glass.

Hwanwoong raced to you two’s shared bedroom. His hands trembled as he took hold of the doorknob and pushed the door open, causing it to slam against the wall. He breathed rapidly with no pattern as his eyes landed on you.

You were trying to regain a proper breathing pattern as you searched your body, confident that you were missing a finger or two and had a hole in your chest. The nightmare felt too real for you not to check.

Hwanwoong crept toward you, hoping not to scare you further. Once he reached your side of the bed, you leaped into his arms. Whatever pieces that were missing were restored within you once you entered your boyfriend’s protective embrace. All was right with the world as you tucked your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent until you could identify every note in his cologne.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Hwanwoong eventually asked, seeing you in a much calmer state.

You held onto him tighter, shaking your head. You didn’t want to risk giving the little devils power by speaking of them.

Hwanwoong rubbed your back affectionately. “I understand.” He kissed your temple. “Do you wanna come down to the living room with me and watch cartoons?”

You nodded your head. “Please.”

With no further words, Hwanwoong picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, and made his way out the room. With you as his precious cargo, he journeyed his way to the living room, more than happy to get your mind off that terrifying nightmare.

Xion

Xion was sleeping when he heard a familiar song playing loudly next to him. He reluctantly opened his eyes, instantaneously becoming grumpy due to his sleep being disturbed. He had a schedule to follow in the early hours of the day and he needed to grab as much rest as possible. But then awareness started to sweep away his grogginess, leading him to fathom the song that was playing.

He gasped as he hurriedly grabbed his phone, answering the call without sparing a glance at the caller ID. “Hello? Baby?”

He heard you sniffle, causing his face to develop a deep frown. “I’m sorry, JuJu.” You sniffled again. “I was hoping I would get your voicemail.” You giggled, but it sounded strained like you were choked.

“Why would you hope that when you could hear the real thing?” He furrowed his brows. “Besides, you know I have my phone on loud for you. I told you that.”

“I know,” you whined. “But I still wish that you didn’t answer.” You paused. “You know what? Just call me when it’s suitable for you. I’m sorry. It was selfish of me to call you at this ungodly hour, knowing that you have things to do in a couple of hours. I shouldn’t have called-”

“Y/n, stop,” Xion said sternly.

“Xion, I-”

“Stop.”

You went silent.

Xion wet his lips with his tongue before speaking. “Sweetheart. My sweet baby. My one and only. My precious gem. You could never bother me. You could never disturb me. Whenever you need me, you call me. I told you that before. Now, when I said this, I expected you to take advantage of it. I know you’re not selfish and won’t call me every second you have a problem, that’s not you. Hence why I offered up my services like I’m doing right now. Baby, I don’t care about the things I have to do in the morning. I don’t care. You are my number one priority right now. You need me right now, so here I am.”

You were speechless. What good deed did you do to be gifted such a wonderful man like Son Dongju? From the sweet names to the statement that you were his number one priority, Xion just confessed his love to you without having to say the L word. That had you feeling overly warm with love.

So, until the dark sky turned to the subtle shades of grey and blue, you told Xion about your nightmare but chose to ditch the details. Xion, being absolutely understanding, listened intently. He put in a few words here and there but, overall, he listened to you. Because that’s what you needed from him. And he would happily accept that role if it meant relieving you of the terrors you faced in your slumber.

A/N: I’m finally done! I could have definitely been done with this days ago if Tumblr wasn’t such a booger eater! But, nonetheless, I have completed your request my dear! 👏🎉 I’m genuinely sorry for the long wait. Don’t hesitate to reach out again for another request (when they’re open again of course) and I hope you enjoyed reading this 💓

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sae-bae-ran · 6 years

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RFA + saeran who lost mc at an accident/a mistake they can never fix, were depressed about it for years wishing they would rewind time to make it right again. when suddenly they were thrown back in the moment mc is still with them?

Masterlist 📜 || Ko-fi ☕

RFA + Saeran go back in time to save MC from a fatal accident

Warning: mentions of death and blood

Hyun Ryu // Zen

Metal. Fire. The tangy, acidic smell of burning rubber. But above all, blood. Everywhere. He doesn’t know whose it is, but it’s everywhere.

Then he sees you.

Sprawled on the ground, your eyes are wide open, staring into the cloudy sky. Unseeing. One arm is bent at an angle that shouldn’t be possible for a human body part. Your legs are crushed under the weight of a motorcycle, his motorcycle, your breaths - long gone, stolen from you. For good.

Just when he’s about to run to you, he wakes up.

If there’s anything he’d like to wish for upon a dying star, he’d wish for this to have never happened. Plagued with nightmares for years, he finds himself having just this one dream. If only he never asked you to go on a ride around town with him. If only he didn’t down that can of beer right before you agreed. If only he didn’t see this as an opportunity to show off and sweep you off your feet. If only the pain could stop. But it never does, and it never will.

So he goes back to sleep. What else is there to do?

This time, he finds himself in his kitchen. The can of beer is untouched, and so are you - snuggling close to him as you take a bite off his tuna sandwich, your smile as dazzling as it was on that fateful day.

“Zen, honey, “ you squeak, your hand flying to cover your mouth, “why are you crying?”

Surprised, he touches his cheeks. The wetness on them feels so real that without thinking, he brings a finger to his lips and licks it.

Salty.

Undeniably real.

Eyes wide, he looks at you. Before he knows it, his hands are on your cheeks, cupping them, savoring their warmth. He’s not sure if he’s died or given a second chance, but he doesn’t care. Even if this all turns out to be a dream in the end, he will do things right tonight. So he throws the can of beer towards the far end of the kitchen. Startled, you open your mouth to protest, but his lips quickly find yours, preventing you from uttering any noises other than soft moans.

“Let’s spend the night cuddling, babe. What do you say?”

Yoosung

The ground beneath him is cold, but it has nothing on the icy feeling in his chest. His heart has been frozen for years, the frost spreading slowly throughout his body, biting at everything in its way.

He’s grown used to it.

Sometimes he even thinks this has been his fate all along - to lose the ones he’s loved the most. And among them - you.

Sighing, he covers his eyes with the back of his hand. The darkness is quick to consume him, but then again - has it ever not been one with him, he wonders? There was a time when everything had meaning. His education, his future, his dreams. Everything. And then one day - nothing.

He had been drinking the whole night, the police officer said. The driver. The one that took your life. Family problems. He was looking for an escape route, but the only one available crossed your path.

Yoosung clenches his fists. He’s not gonna fight anyone, no. There’s no point to it now. But that’s the only way he can keep himself from crumbling right here, right now as his tears start burning their way down his face.

“Yoosung?” No way. “Yoosung, honey, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

No fucking way.

Gentle fingers wipe the wetness off his cheeks. Breath caught in his throat, he’s afraid to move. Afraid this dream will be over too soon. As cruel as it is, he doesn’t mind. As long as he gets to be in your presence for one more minute, he doesn’t mind.

“Honey, please! You’re scaring me!” It all feels so real. So real that he’s tempted to take a look at you, even if that means the mirage goes away.

So he does.

Your face is so close to his that he can feel your warm breath on his skin. Your eyes are glossy and your brows - knitted, a small crease between them. Cute, Yoosung thinks to himself as he smiles. He can no longer feel the cold ground beneath him, in its place the comforting warmth of his bed. You’re wearing your cute yellow shirt that reaches just above your knees. Technically, it’s his, but he’s always preferred to see it on you. The sunshine slides through the white curtains, illuminating a path that ends on the wall right above your head. It’s like you’re wearing a halo. Everything is just the way it was on that fateful morning.

Yoosung doesn’t know what’s going on. All he knows is he doesn’t wanna let you go. Not now, not ever. So he makes a decision. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulls you to his chest, his embrace tight, desperate.

“Let’s stay like this for a while, MC.” He buries his nose in your soft hair, your scent filling his lungs as he takes a deep breath in. “Everything else can wait.”

Jaehee

The cold rain falls on Jaehee’s body, soaking her clothes, as she stands so still one might think she’s made of stone. She’s not, though. But all the gravestones around her are.

Her gaze is fixed on one in particular. Yours. She rarely blinks, her thoughts elsewhere. A part of her mind registers the coldness seeping into her body, and it screams to her to leave, to use an umbrella, to do something, anything. She knows she has to, but she can’t find the will to move.

Many years ago, she found the strength to deal with the death of her parents and move on. They would’ve wanted that. She had to be strong, to survive. It wasn’t easy, but she did it. But then she had to lose you, too.

Closing her eyes, she bows her head. She pinches the bridge of her nose as the memory of that day comes vivid into her mind, bringing a headache along. She wanted to go hiking with you, she really did. So when you agreed, she couldn’t be happier. Few things excited her more than spending a relaxing day with you, breathing the fresh mountain air as you walked hand in hand.

It’s been said that the rainbow comes after the storm. For Jaehee, it happened the other way around. She felt immense happiness, then complete emptiness. She bows her head lower as the image of you on the cliff, that damn cliff, appears in her head, intent on staying for a while. Shaking her head, she tries to will it away. She doesn’t wanna see this again. She doesn’t wanna see the terror in your eyes as the rocks beneath you fall, taking you with them. Not again.

“Jaehee?”

She catches her breath, warmth crawling up her neck in response to your voice.

“Jaehee, darling, why did you stop? Are you feeling okay?”

Jaehee opens her eyes. There you are, standing right in front of her - breathing, a bit worried, and very much alive. She takes a deep breath in, the cool mountain air making her shiver. Hesitantly, she takes a look around. Among pines and oaks, she notices the small cottage you stayed at on your last hike together.

Without thinking, she reaches up to cup your cheek. Whether this is an illusion, or merely a dream, she doesn’t know. What she does know is that she can feel you, your warmth easily seeping through her skin. That’s all she needs.

“I’m not feeling very well, MC.” Jaehee smiles as the lie easily slips through her teeth. “If you don’t mind, let’s stay at the cottage today.”

Jumin

Jumin swirls his wine then quaffs it in one big gulp. Staring at the now empty glass, he grimaces. Tasteless. With a sigh, he runs his fingers through his hair. Where once the soft locks were black, now glimmer gray streaks. His skin is thin, worn, covered with wrinkles, his eyes - empty. He looks up, his reflection in the window glaring back at him.

“When did wine become so tasteless, Mr. Han?” He hisses the last word, his own name, then after a moment of deafening silence, sinks back into his chair.

How many years have passed? The question hangs in the void of his own mind, weightless, meaningless. He’s already got the answer, of course. If there’s anything he would never be able to get rid of, that would be his remarkable memory.

Thirty years.

Not enough, if you ask him. He lets out another long sigh, then refills his glass. As tasteless as every food or drink is, as meaningless as everything seems, at least he’s alive. You’re not.

Back then, he sent the money. They should have returned you unharmed, albeit frightened. They should’ve let you live, the greedy bastards. Apparently, money wasn’t enough. They had to make Jumin suffer. They had to take you away from him. His wealth would’ve allowed him to reach you anywhere. Anywhere but where your soul soars now, free and peaceful.

He downs the glass of wine and his head starts spinning. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he leans back further into the chair, eyes closed. Familiar pain starts clawing at his brain all too soon. The ringing in his ears is too loud, almost unbearable, so he finds himself praying to pass out.

Instead, his world stills.

“Juju, why didn’t you wait for me? Ah, I really wanted to try this wine with you.”

Your voice sounds just the way he remembers it. It’s soft, sweet, and gentle, oh so gentle, even when you’re upset with him.

The moment he opens his eyes, his blurry world becomes clear again. Your gaze is fixed on him, arms crossed in mock anger, a small smile playing at your lips. He recognizes the dress you’re wearing. After all, you wore it just once. It’s the red one he chose for you, tight-fitting, hugging your form in its delicate silky embrace, making you look like a goddess.

It’s the last dress you ever wore.

Jumin smiles as realization dawns on him. He must have died, there’s no other explanation. At least in death, he’ll be able to fix things.

“Come here, love. “ Smirking, he gestures toward his lap, urging you to sit on it. “I changed my mind. I would much rather spend the night here with you.”

707 // Luciel // Saeyoung

Saeyoung’s room is dark and quiet, a perfect reflection of the state his mind is in. His fingers are sticky from the chips he’s been eating and his stomach rumbles as it tries to process the junk food he’s been surviving on for as long as he can remember. That’s what his life turned into after your death - an everyday battle to survive, one he’d rather lose.

He turns to his side and buries his hands under his pillow, its white case stained with spices and oil. His glasses are somewhere under the blanket, but he doesn’t bother looking for them. The only comfort Saeyoung has allowed himself lies in the shapeless outlines of the world around him. It’s better off this way. Blurry. Unreal. If you can’t enjoy the world in all its beauty, then neither can he.

His eyes well up and his brows draw together when the agonizing memory of your last moments in this world ruptures to the surface of his mind. Until your dying breath, you were smiling. That beautiful, dazzling smile never left your face, even when your body grew stiff in his arms. Even when you realized a bullet pierced through your gut, a bullet meant for Saeyoung, you kept your smile up. Even when he screamed at your lifeless body, screamed for you to come back, you smiled.

A knock on the door reminds Saeyoung to breathe again. It must be Saeran, he thinks to himself, so he just drapes his blanket over his head, all too eager to stay away from the only other person he’s ever loved with his whole heart.

“Saeyoung, honey?”

His eyes snap open.

No. No. No.

“Can I come in?”

No way.

His insides wind into a tight ball as he sits up, his limbs shaking.

A ray of light slides into his room as you open the door and come in. In its narrow path, it illuminates Saeyoung’s clean sheets and hands. Legs unsteady, he stands up and tries to walk up to you, but falls down. A moment later, he feels your comforting warmth on his back, seeping into his body through the many layers of clothing.

“Saeyoung, are you okay? Should I call an ambulance?”

That’s exactly something you would’ve said in such a situation. Lips parted, he looks up, both afraid and excited to see your face. Before he has any time to assess the situation, he’s pulled you into a tight embrace. His nails dig into your skin, desperate to confirm this is, indeed, you.

“I’m okay, honey,” he sighs into your soft hair. “Never felt better.”

Ray // Unknown // Saeran

Saeran stares into the night, watching the snow fall. His room is dark and quiet, the fireplace - unused for years. There was a time when he loved sitting by it, watching the flames dance while you sat snuggled up in his arms. It made him think of home, the one from his dreams - peaceful, safe, and warm.

He bites his lower lip as his eyes well up at the thought of you. His fingers dig into the blanket draped around his small form, straining the thin fabric to the point where it almost tears. Swallowing down a sob, he buries his face between his knees. His hair, now gray and thin, falls down before his eyes in tangled strands that promise to hide his tears from the world.

Saeran had gotten used to the cold. It was in his mother’s glare and the other Believers’ stares. Tainted with some twisted sense of kindness and righteousness, it often gleamed in Rika’s eyes as well. Yeah, he’d gotten used to it, but then you’d come into his world, setting it ablaze.

He shivers at the thought of fire.

If he knew you’d meet your end in flames, he would have stayed in his cold prison, far away from you. Or perhaps, he would’ve stayed with you in the burning house as it crumbled down under its own weight. There’s no point to having a cold home, after all. Home is warmth, and his warmth had disappeared with you.

“Hooo, boy, it sure is cold outside!” A familiar gentle voice sends a chill down Saeran’s spine. “Let’s light a fire in the fireplace! I’m freezing down to my bones.”

His eyes snap open at the sound of your excited, almost childish laughter. Holding his breath, he turns around, his blanket falling to the ground in the process.

There you are, standing right next to the fireplace - smiling, snowflakes still alive in your braided hair. You rub your hands to warm them up, your breath coming out in quick puffs of air. If you’re just a dream, then he’d rather not wake up.

“Saeran, I’ll go get some firewood from the storage, so will you please go to the store? The fridge is basically empty.”

No.

He knows what’s gonna happen if he leaves now. Next time he sees you, he wants you to be alive. Warm. Just like you are right now.

“We have everything we need, love.” He stands up and closes the distance between you, forehead coming to rest on yours. “Let’s make dinner together, okay?”

Jihyun Kim // V

“Mother,” Jihyun whispers, “is she with you?” He flicks the ash from his cigar, then puts it back between his lips. Staring at the ceiling of his atelier, he puffs out a cloud of smoke, then lets out a deep sigh. “Is she alright? Is she happy? Does she hate me?”

The air in the room smells like fresh paint and tobacco. It’s dark and unwelcoming, but it is nothing compared to Jihyun’s paintings. Black and red blend together to form a horrible mess of unsolved problems and bottled-up emotions. There are no other colors. It’s just these two, but they are enough to portray the state of his mind. He’s sad, miserable, in pain, but above all - he’s disappointed and very, very angry. At himself.

If there’s anything Jihyun truly regrets, it is not dealing with Rika’s cult in one swift, organized action. Money had never been an issue. He even had Jumin’s support. What he didn’t have was the resolve to do it. He pitied those people. The same could not be said about some of the Believers, though. The one that drove a knife through your throat, granting you a painful death, apparently didn’t pity you. Not at all.

Jihyun shivers at the memory. His limbs start growing cold. It’s almost like something’s sucking up the blood from them, leaving him paralyzed. His heartbeat picks up and he starts hearing his heart pounding in his ears, all too loud and clear. It gets harder for him to draw breaths. He tries to inhale, but it’s like an invisible hand is clutching at his throat, preventing him from filling his lungs with some much-needed air.

“Oh, wow.” Jihyun registers the voice as familiar. In fact, the sound of it sends a sweet sensation up and down his spine. “Jihyun, darling, it smells awful here! I’m sorry to say this, but it does. Have you been using that awful brand of paint again? What was its name?”

His dark world suddenly becomes too bright as someone, presumably that person, turns the lights on. Vaguely aware that something isn’t right, Jihyun tries to lift his head up, but fails, his whole body now feeling too heavy. Instead, he just scans the room from his place on the floor.

His paintings, they’re different now. There are lots of colors in them, bright and beautiful. Just like her. The moment he thinks of you, he sees your face above his, a hint of worry in your eyes.

“What’s up, honey? Why are you lying on the floor?” You place the back of your hand on his forehead. “Hmmm, I think you’re burning up, “ you hum before your lips replace your hand for a moment too brief. “You probably caught a cold, Jihyun. I’m gonna go out to get you some medicine, okay?”

You try to stand up, but he stops you, his limbs driven by his desperate wish to make you stay. You shouldn’t go out alone tonight. Or tomorrow night. Not until Mint Eye is dealt with for good.

“Please, don’t go anywhere, MC.” His voice is hoarse, but he’s surprised he’s even able to speak. “Stay with me tonight. Please.”

#mystic messenger #mysme #saeyoung choi #saeran choi #jumin han #jihyun kim #v #hyun ryu #zen #jaehee kang #yoosung kim #ray #unknown #luciel choi #707 #mysme scenarios #temiauara #Thank you for reading!

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modern-sybil · 5 years

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This last episode had such a great scene of Quentin confronting the monster that I had to write it from Julia’s POV. Slight canon divergence at the end. Please let me know if you like it, this is the first fic I’ve written in literal years!

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Q yelled, rushing forward. Julia hurried behind him. Seeing the monster with the pain meds, the glint of an addict in his eyes.

“Stop it, Jesus” Quentin muttered, smacking the bottle away, almost as though he couldn’t stop himself. Julia couldn’t believe it, she gasped as the meds flew out of the monster’s hands. It was too aggressive, he was the one who told her how you had to move slowly and carefully around the Monster, especially now, when they didn’t have a real way to fight back.

She felt useless, powerless, flexing her fingers as the monster batted Q into the side table with a casual wave. Not caring that her feet were bare she rushed to just touch him, trying to offer a bit of comfort, to check on him- hoping that she could get him to calm down, even just a little.

Quentin was upset, more upset than she had thought he would be. Crumpled down, unable to even make himself look at the monster, but still trying to get the point through “THOSE PILLS CAN KILL YOU!” he shouted, desperation tingeing his voice.

“I’ll take a new body, I’m bored” the monster muttered, pawing at the floor, collecting scattered pills with hands that almost seemed to be shaking.

“You kill Eliot, and you can forget about us helping you” Quentin bit out. Wincing in pain, he forced himself up, staggered forward. Julia froze, shocked. But then she started to understand, at least she thought she did. He was fixated, he needed a reason to go on, and he loved his friends. Loved them recklessly and foolishly and wholly. If he didn’t have this to hold on to, to work towards, then he felt like he had nothing.

He faced off with the monster so desperately, but with so much strength, his bravery mixed with a high level of just not giving a fuck anymore.

Slowly starting to stand and move forward, gait as sinuous and tense as a predator, the monster dropped the pills. “Eliot, Eliot, Eliot. Why do you care about him so much?” the monster growled, an undertone of jealousy behind each word.

Q moved forward, mirroring the monster’s aggression “Because I do. You kill him, and we are done” he said, trying to keep his voice steady, but Julia heard it break. She heard the pain, and it was like her best friend’s heart was coming into focus in her mind.

“I swear to God, I am serious. I will abandon you. And I will die trying to burn you to the ground.” Quentin’s voice got stronger with every word, rage making him vibrate where he stood.

“Jesus Christ, he’s not fucking around” Julia thought “he really doesn’t care beyond getting Eliot free”. No one would be able to doubt that he meant every word, down to the core of his being.

“That’s cute. But I’m strong. And you’re weak.” the monster said as he got up in Q’s space, a glimmer of a smile appearing, wrapping his hands around Q’s throat. Applying just a bit of pressure. Julia started to panic, not knowing what she could do. “Mutant powers my ass," she thought "I’m pretty sure if he ripped me apart no lingering goddess juju would put me back together” She had never felt less powerful, and her chest started to ache.

“Break my bones. Strangle me. I’m too tired to care anymore.” Q stated, staring directly into the eyes of the monster. Anger and honesty dripped out of every word, even as Q gasped at the tightening of the monster’s hands around his throat, not fighting at all against the pressure.

“Q” Julia breathed out, everything stilling in and around her. She knew that tone of voice, she knew what those words meant, what had happened before when he was in this place.

“You hurt him- you take one more pill- and you can build your body on your own.” Rage, desperation, bravery, they all mixed in Quentin’s voice, but when Julia looked down she saw how his clenched fists were trembling.

Everything stopped as the monster started to growl, low in the back of his throat. Tightening his grip and getting louder and louder. Julia tried with everything in her to just will him to not call Q’s bluff, because she knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Q was not lying. He was done.

“Fine. I’ll take better care of the meat suit. But you don’t have to be such a baby about it.” The monster muttered, letting Q go before turning and stalking away.

Quentin paused and then folded in on himself. He looked so vulnerable, his eyes darting everywhere but at Jules, because he knew that now he had exposed the piece that would make the puzzle complete. He knew that now she saw. And she did.

Suddenly it all made sense. Flashing back over the past few weeks everything he had been saying fell into place- Julia had always known that Q felt a connection to Eliot, that’s why she made sure to gently remind him about the consequences of dousing the monster with the stone’s blood. She remembered the hopelessness in his eyes when he resignedly said “Eliot’s dead” back to her.

Then the tentative joy mixed with pain when he blurted out “Eliot’s alive” the minute the monster left them with Shoshanna and Iris’s bodies in the park. The nod, the shaking breath he took before having to say it again. “He’s alive” Almost as if to reassure himself.

The sudden energy Q had now that had been missing, but that bordered on manic at times.

“I’m team Eliot” he had stated to Alice, thinking she hadn’t heard, but she had. She wasn’t about to leave him completely out of both eyesight and earshot when that unbalanced narcissist was around.

“It’s Eliot” was all he had said to every doubt she had voiced, every reason she came up with why what he was saying wasn't smart.

So now she knew. Maybe not every detail, but she knew how deeply and truly Quentin was in love with Eliot. Way more than his long-gone crush on her, and different than the bond he shared with Alice, but just as strong, if not more so.

Reaching out, she grabbed one of his clenched fists, eased the fingers open and slid her own hand in-between. Providing the limited form of comfort she could without magic and with the monster just outside the door. With her other hand she touched his cheek and turned his face until he was looking at her. Until his darting eyes had to look at her.

“Because you do” is all she said, all she needed to say. Wrapping her arms around him she pressed her head to his chest.

“Because I do” Quentin choked out, breaking down. He cried in his best friend’s embrace as he hadn’t let himself do in as long as he could seem to remember. As he hadn’t when his dad died, when he thought Eliot was dead, when Brian saw the monster kill person after person. It reminded him of how he had cried in Eliot’s arms when Alice was gone. But this wasn’t the same, she wasn’t Eliot. And neither was that thing in the other room. So he just got swept up in the many emotions that were swirling around his troubled head, and he let go. Feeling a tremble he looked down and saw that Julia was crying, too.

She knew that they would have to talk about it, that Q needed to get shaken out of this passively suicidal head space. He couldn’t just go around playing chicken with monsters the gods fled from, not if they were going to end this, not if they were going to bring his Eliot back. She knew that he hadn’t wanted anyone to know, but she was still glad that it was her. Because she knew him, knew what all of this truly meant. So she would talk to him about it, and soon. But for now, for her best friend who was finally mourning something he felt he had lost, she could just stand there, his tears falling into her hair as hers soaked into his shirt.

#queliot #quentin x eliot #julia wicker #quentin coldwater #eliot waugh #the magicians #4x06 #the monster

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always-bleh · 6 years

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Gonna rant a bit where the people in my life can’t see what I write. So me and my friend had always had a wierd awkward on and off relationship. We try and we’re seeing each other and I want to be serious where everyone knows and she doesn’t. It goes on and I’m in love with it I’ve loved this woman for years so this is something I always want. Well she’s always talking to another guy at the same time while doing things with me. She never does the number one thing I want when this happens. Talk to me. No I always have to find things out in the worst possible ways catching the act. I told her this always happens can we try actually talking to me instead of lying? She says no. So the last time this happened I tried to honestly get along and be okay and be her best friend still. Well the guy at the time decided no... I don’t like him(me). We still tried to be our best friend selves. That didn’t go well. I was blown off constantly before she had started seeing this guy me and her had talked about moving out together and dating of course. Well I didn’t work out but she took our plan threw away what we had talked about having a family and future. Turned around didn’t bother to tell me she was moving in with him instead and gave him everything I had ever wanted. I still tried to be friends but at some point enough is enough. The guy clearly didn’t want me around it was hurting her and hurting me too. So I asked for me and her to meet privately. That didn’t happen no no of course not. We had to rub salt in the wounds and she brought him. I said screw it I brought my best friend Bro with me. For one purpose to help keep my temper in check and not to start swinging. He said he didn’t like me how I talk with her and how I was trying to be with her from messages he had read. These messages were months upon months old. He said she had talked to me and she looks and says yeah I told you. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. She told me NOTHING! She left me to figure it all out on my own in the worst ways imaginable. My Bro knew all this and just looked at me I was able to keep it calm and cool thankfully. I told her okay you said your part. I had given her a necklace I wanted back. Native American enchanted with blessings necklace and the debt she owed me for helping her out when her husband left her with an apartment she cant afford and car payments. I see no problem with me wanting those back and the deal was made and we split. I’d contact only concerning the debt and I got the necklace back the next day. Well... Mr. right in everyway she could see... left her... We hadn’t spoken in almost a year. She reached out to me 3am at night. He hadn’t left her quite yet but the process was beginning. So my best friend who I did very much still love and was still my best friend came to me. Crying at 3am about the guy she left me for and wanting someone to listen to her. As a best friend of course I would be there... but at the same time it is a cruel punishment I gave her advice and eventually started laughing. She dropped me off back home and left smiling and feeling better. Me... I had finally started being happy and it all came crashing back down all the pain everything. I broke into so many pieces again. I left wanting my friend to be nothing but happy and for my own good so I could be happy. Me and my bro were going to move out into an apartment. I was broken I just wanted the money she owed me and started contacting her more frequently. I wanted nothing more to connect us together no reasons to contact. I just needed that debt paid and gone so I could move on. We got in a fight of course money always leads to fights. Me and my bro moved out we were in our apartment. I wanted to put our fight on pause and asked her to come out and see the apartment. She wouldn’t even come to the door to come out with me. My best friend who could come crying at anytime to me wouldn’t do the same and come out for me to talk and just have fun as friends. Month or so went by I hated it. I made a letter and dropped it off at her parents. Funny part her mom let me in and we started talking she knew we were rocky and she knew it was breaking me. As I’m getting ready to leave she says she should be home soon... I thought she was living with her boyfriend Mr. Right still. And she walked through the door and saw me. We went outside and talked calmly. I gave her the letter and my bye pretty much I didn’t care about our debt anymore. I wanted to be happy which I was... I had moved out with my bro and his fiance. This was my first place and I was getting my life together talking to other women again just... happy. She started texting me again. I swore I would always be there for her anytime. I still hold true to that but I wasn’t going to fall back and start wanting her agai and if she wanted to be back in my life she was going to be the one making that effort not me. She did and we were back to best friends while her and the boyfriend worked through things. He didn’t know I was back in her life... least i don’t think he did. I remember she was going through something and said hope she was having a good day. I get a text back saying. “Thanks I will let her know.” I just let it slide. I saw it as bait into a fight and I left it. But I know for damn sure he read everything about how me and her wre talking. Not flirting but seeing how much we missed each other. Looking back that probably played a huge part in the break up. Life went on no problem popped up surprisingly. She hit me up one day wanted something big to do. I remember her wanting to go somewhere in Nevada I suggested that. And we went early morning. Went around did our thing had a blast. Even gave her the blessed necklace back since we went on a ghost tour. We’re very spiritual and believe in that kind of stuff and the necklace serves as a form of protection. On the way back home... she tells me it’s her one year anniversary with her boyfriend... She was excited to do something with him but I guess he told her he was sick and she gave up on doing something with him. She told me I wasn’t a second choice or anything like that she just wanted her best friend and something to do to forget. We had been drinking before we came home and sobered up. Something about the ghost tour left her feeling something horrible. I had native american stuff at home to bless and protect us. I offered her to stay the night. Which she did and we shared a bed. Of course my feelings had come back from the hiatus. And I asked... do you want to have sex? She said yeah we could have sex. So many thoughts in my mind running... A dream scenario guy who was left can have sex with the woman he loves and hurt the guy she had left him for. Hell could even hurt the woman who had left him too. I turned it down. There is always a right and wrong way to get what you want. I actually do feel bad about this still and asking her that. But she didn’t have to say yes... she could have left... like I believe a loyal girlfriend who’s in love would... Shortly after this those two broke up. She hated living at home and I had offered my apartment. She was already constantly coming and staying the night for days and sometimes a whole week at a time. She moved in and we shared my room... of course something started! We were happy and the cycle began again. I got unhappy she was talking to a guy told me just a friend. I warned her something would happen. My bro and his fiance got married and moved me and her moved back with my mom. Seperate rooms and we had stopped our thing. Which brings us to the now. That guy I warned her she would start something with... that warning was eight months ago. She had thought long and hard about moving in with me and my mom. Before she moved in she asked if she could have guys who she was doing things with over I told her no I wouldn’t be okay. At that time eight months ago she agreed to the deal not to. Apparently that deal meant nothing. In fact she asked me again. I’ve met the new guy don’t care about him and naturally hate him. One because I knew this was coming. Two I had warned her about this guy months ago and was essencially called paranoid and crazy I don’t feel so fucking crazy considering guess what he’s a thing now with her. Three she went behind my back and asked my mom instead and it was a secret apparently he was already coming over while I’m gone without my knowledge. Which leads us to the now... I am not fucking happy... every single deal ever made broken... time and time and time again all for the fucking same gawd damn mother fucking reason! Because of a guy. The difference now I get the home edition of misery. She tells me I’ll just tell you when he comes and you don’t have to be here. My own fucking home has become my fucking hell hole I don’t even want to live here anymore. I can’t even come home now at times because he’s over. I can’t come to my own fucking home. This is going to be fun I’m at odds with literally my mom for keeping the secret and her. I told her to go take the guy to go be cleansed. Native American thing the necklace I gave her yes it is good juju whatever you want to call it. But if the giver is disrespected in anyway like that it turns for the very worse and causes harm instead. I can’t talk to our best friends because guess what they’re her friends too. Can’t talk to my family she’s around them. Can’t talk to her she doesn’t want to hear anything from me. So I rant here. Where no one I know can hear me but I can still have the satisfaction that I have spoken and everything is off my chest. Well she’s leaving tonight after this fight that just happened today to go on a vacation back to Nevada. Going to be gone five days... lets see what happens. I’ll add this for anyone reading this vacation was planned long before this fight today so it’s not like she left for vacation because of our fight. Thank you for existing tumblr so that I can fucking rant in peace without anyone getting butt hurt. Not her, my family, her family or our friends!

#personal #story #sorry for the rant #heartache

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artificialqueens · 3 years

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Galactica, Chapter 58 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last Chapter: Katya found out she might be pregnant, the assistant network caught on to BDR’s latest paramour, and Violet was ordered to go home and rest.

This Chapter: Gigi’s new look gets the reaction she’d hoped for, the twins enjoy some one on one time with their respective partners, Courtney has a rain-soaked nightmare, Pearl looks (but doesn’t touch) and Katya stresses.

***

Courtney knocked softly on Ivy’s door, a smile on her face that had been there almost all day. Fame had thankfully left early, she and Patrick spending the evening at some fancy opera event at the Met, leaving Courtney to get ready for her date in peace.

Her first official date with Bianca. It was almost too exciting for her to comprehend.

“Hey Courtney, what’s up?” Ivy asked, looking up from her computer, beckoning Courtney inside.

“Well, I have a date tonight...and it’s really important and I need to look hot and...I thought maybe I could borrow something from the closet again?”

“Oh. Yeah, that’s fine. Um...let me just finish this email and then I’ll help you. Feel free to go have a look around, though.”

“Thanks.” Courtney bit her lip, sensing that Ivy was decidedly less enthusiastic about this than the last time she’d helped. She was probably in the middle of something important, maybe anxious about her own Friday night plans. Courtney felt bad, and would have told her to forget it if she had literally any other options. “I promise to be quick!”

“Yeah, no worries.”

Courtney kept her promise, pulling a short, royal blue dress with a high slit and a pair of strappy aqua shoes.

“Are you sure you wanna wear those shoes, Court? It’s kind of horrendous outside,” Ivy said, but Courtney shook her head.

“It’s fine, I’m just gonna be going into a cab and then inside. Thank you so much for your help!”

“No problem,” Ivy said, always gracious even when Courtney was obviously annoying her. “I hope you have a good time.”

“I’m sure I will!” Courtney exclaimed, taking the dress and shoes back to her own office to change, already feeling giddy with excitement, wondering what Bianca’s idea of ‘wining and dining’ would be like.

She took her time getting ready, freshening her hair with a curling iron she’d stashed in her desk and giving herself what she hoped was a sexy smoky eye. She kept an eye on the clock, knowing that Fame expected her to be in the office until 7:30. She chose a berry-colored lip gloss from the samples that Alaska had given her, and then stepped into the bathroom to get dressed, thrilled that the dress fit perfectly. She checked her phone and computer one more time before signing out, making sure that there were no last-minute requests from Miss Fame, and then made her way downstairs to grab a taxi.

She’s just settled into the backseat when a message came through that made her heart sink.

FAME: Dogwalker sick. Need you to walk Charles ASAP.

Courtney groaned, tapping on the glass partition to redirect the cab driver, and then texting Bianca.

COURTNEY: Still dealing with a work thing. I’m so so sorry, I might be a little late.

BIANCA: No rush. We can always push the reservation.

COURTNEY: I’ll tell you the second I’m on the way.

BIANCA: XX

Courtney knew that dog walking was an occasional part of her job, although it hadn’t come up yet before. However, she’d carefully read the 7 pages of instructions Violet left about him, knowing that Charles was Fame’s treasured companion and she would be toast if anything ever happened to him, and prepared for the time when she’d have to step up. She wasn’t terribly worried--after all, she loved dogs, and her own family had German Shepherds, so a big dog shouldn’t be any trouble.

But Charles wasn’t just big. He was massive, outweighing her by a hefty amount, first fighting her as she tried to put on the raincoat that he apparently hated, and then dragging her down the street so fast that she slipped on some ice, falling to her knees on the corner, immediately cursing herself for not listening to Ivy about those stupid shoes.

“Charles, sit!” Courtney was terrified that he would run into the street without her and get hurt, rain and sleet pummeling her face as she sacrificed her umbrella to grip the leash with both hands. As she tried to stand, a bus drove by, sloshing icy gutter water all over her. “Fucking shit!”

Charles, of course, paid no attention to her predicament, still single-mindedly bound for the edge of the park where he was trained to do his business. Courtney got up, shivering, and took him across the street, finding herself soon faced with picking up a steaming, human-sized pile of shit in the pouring rain. By the time they got back to Fame’s mud room and Charles properly toweled off (with him stepping all over her chest with muddy paws in the process), she was soaked to the bone and shivering like crazy.

She glanced at herself in the mirror, wincing at her soggy, lifeless hair and smeared eye makeup, knowing that there was no way she could show up for a date looking like that. She got out her phone, dialing Bianca’s number with shaking fingers.

“Hey, sunshine,” Bianca answered, and Courtney closed her eyes, cringing at how wrong that nickname was at the moment.

“Hi. Um...I don’t think I can make it tonight,” she said, trying her best not to cry.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just...I had a situation with Fame’s dog and I’m soaking wet and I look an absolute mess and I can’t-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa...are you okay? It’s freezing outside!” Bianca exclaimed.

“Yeah...I just...I should go home, I can’t-”

“You’re not seriously thinking about getting on a train to the Bronx right now, are you? You’ll die of hypothermia. I can hear your teeth chattering, for fuck’s sake.”

“But I can’t go out, I look-”

“Okay, then we’ll stay in.”

“But you wanted to go out, and-”

“No, I wanted to spend time with you. I’m starting a hot bath right now. Get a cab, come over, I’ll see you in ten minutes,” Bianca instructed, and Courtney couldn’t help but feel a bit of relief that someone else was taking charge of the situation.

***

Gigi couldn’t stop staring at herself in the hallway mirror, her fingers gliding through her silky soft hair for the third time.

It was the most gorgeous deep auburn red, the color bringing out her freckles and playing up her grey eyes.

She looked like a completely different person, and she loved it.

“Looks like someones been to Juju’s.”

Gigi turned to see Symone leaning against the doorframe, a smile on her face, the adorable gap between her white front teeth stupidly charming.

“What gave it away?” Gigi giggled, throwing her hair over her shoulder.

“Just wait til you go shopping.” Symone grinned, her jeans slung low on her hips. “The underwear I have now is more expensive than any other clothes I have ever owned.”

“You got new underwear?” Gigi felt her eyes widened. “With like… With Sutan?” She bit her lip. Sutan had gone with her to the salon, him and Juju talking quietly while she was getting her hair washed by an assistant. They had obviously made the right choice, Gigi feeling like a superhero, but she couldn’t imagine any man coming with her to a lingerie store.

“Sure.” Symone shrugged. “It’s all ‘foundational undergarments’ and ‘French cut’ this, ‘t-shirt bra’ that. ‘You need a secure adhesive backless’. Where I’m from we just call those chicken cutlets.” Symone smiled. “For my first fitting, he asked me to wear high rise briefs and a seamless bra. I felt like my grandma.”

Gigi laughed, the tiny worry she had felt flare up already gone again.

“Do you want to cook dinner together?” Symone pushed out from the door, and Gigi nodded, this modeling thing already so much better than she had dared hoped for.

***

“Ah!” Violet moaned as Sutan pushed her forward, his body boxing her in and keeping her in place. They were in the kitchen, the counter digging into her hips.

“Hey gorgeous,” Sutan’s voice was low, his lips against her neck, his warmth breath tickling her skin. She felt him grab the edge of her skirt, hiking it up and over her knees, thighs and even ass as he pulled it higher and higher, pooling it on the counter, forcing Violet to hold it herself, his hand guiding her before he let go.

“Please-“ Violet groaned, his fingers digging into the fabric, every move she made exposing herself further.

“Please what?”

She could feel Sutan’s fingers glide up her outer thigh and Violet blushed, her core burning hot, her panties getting wetter by the second.

“Please-“

It felt absolutely filthy, and so fucking good, Sutan in complete control and Violet loved it.

They were both tipsy, their wine glasses and dinner plates in the sink, the dishes completely forgotten when Sutan had given Violet a quick kiss that had developed into so much more.

“Please what lovely eyes?” Sutan’s voice was silky smooth, nothing in his tone betraying the way his fingers danced over her ass cheek, nails scratching on skin, a fingertip sneaking under the lace.

“I-“ Violet swallowed. She felt like she was drowning, wanted to drown, wanted to disappear in everything Sutan was. “I-“

“Tell me,” Sutan whispered, his lips against her ear. “Or I might punish you darling.” He leaned forward, pushing her that little bit further, and that was when it happened.

“Ah!” Violet closed her eyes, a blinding pain shooting through her. “Wait! Wait wait wait!”

Her foot had gotten caught on an angle, and Sutan jumped backwards.

“Wait,” Violet took a deep breath through her nose, the pain already disappearing, frustrated tears welling up in her eyes. “Fuck-“

“Everything okay?”

Violet turned around to see that Sutan had taken literal steps back, his trousers still tented, his dick obviously hard underneath the zipper.

“Mmh,” Violet nodded, the delightful embarrassment from earlier replaced with something that felt a lot more like shame, her eyes focused on Sutan’s feet. “I-“

“Can I touch you again?”

Violet’s head snapped up, Sutan looking at her, a glimpse of insecurity in his eyes, almost like he was the one who had done something wrong.

“Please-“ Violet opened her arms, and seconds later she could bury her face in his neck, his arms around her, holding her tight, kisses pressed into her hair.

“I’m sorry,” Sutan murmed, his voice low. “I didn’t mean to-“

“I know-“ Violet smiled, the apology so unnecessary it was almost comical. “I know.”

“Good.” Sutan pulled back, a hand in her hair tilting Violet’s head upwards so he could look at her. “Good. I shouldn’t have-“

Violet leaned forward, shutting him up with a kiss, her arms going around his neck as she held him tight.

***

When her cab pulled up in front of Bianca’s building, the doorman immediately rushed forward to open her door. She was fumbling with her credit card, fingers still stiff and cold, but he gestured for her to put it away.

“Ms. Del Rio is taking care of that,” he said, handing over some cash to the driver, then covering her with an umbrella and walking her to the lobby, where she was sent up in a different elevator than last time, directly to Bianca’s second floor, right outside her bedroom.

Courtney clutched her soaking wet jacket, trying to get her bearings when Bianca appeared around the corner, looking at her with concern and dismay.

“Omigod, baby, come here…”

Courtney barely knew what was happening as Bianca rushed her into the bathroom, helping her strip off her wet things.

“What the fuck are you doing in these shoes in this weather? And this jacket--why aren’t you in a winter coat?” Bianca asked, dropping it to the floor and then unzipping her dress, her voice gentle despite the scolding words.

“Th-that is my winter coat.”

“That’s not a winter coat,” Bianca informed her, pulling the dress down.

Courtney didn’t have the energy to protest, and besides, she was much more concerned with the dress.

“The dress isn’t mine, I think I ruined it-” she began, voice breaking, and Bianca looked it over while she stepped out of her panties and placed her jewelry on the counter.

“It’ll be fine, it just needs to be cleaned,” Bianca promised, leading her, still shivering, over to the jacuzzi tub, where a huge pile of bubbles was waiting for her. “I didn’t make it too hot, because I didn’t want to shock your system. But you can change the temp if you want.”

Courtney sank into the bubbles, the water silky and warm as a hug. After a few seconds, she finally began to feel her fingers and toes again, flexing them under the water, a sigh leaving her. She looked up, where Bianca was setting a remote control at the edge of the tub--which apparently controlled the jets and the temperature and even the lights. Courtney had never seen anything like it. She’d also put out a whole basket of bath products and lit a couple of candles.

“I’ll give you some privacy now,” Bianca said. “I left some towels and a robe on the warmer, and uh...if you need anything else, just let me know, okay?”

“Can you stay?”

It was embarrassing to admit, but Courtney didn’t want to be alone right now. Bianca didn’t make her feel weird about it though, simply took a seat on the ledge beside her, chatting about her trip, the trouble her staff had created while she was away, her voice soothing as Courtney leaned back against the terry cloth pillow with her eyes shut.

After she’d warmed up a little, Bianca washed her hair, strong and sure fingertips massaging the lather into her scalp as the other hand cradled her neck. She then helped her dry off with heated towels, and finally wrapped her in a warm fluffy robe while she ran a blow dryer through her hair. Courtney couldn’t remember ever feeling this cared for in her life, not even as a child, and if it wasn’t such absolute heaven, she’d probably feel ashamed at how much she enjoyed it.

She managed to swallow down a few mouthfuls of soup from the Chinese delivery that Bianca had ordered for dinner before her eyelids began to droop. Bianca noticed immediately, pressing a kiss to her forehead and then leading her to bed. She curled into Bianca’s arms, limbs growing heavy as hands stroked her back soothingly.

“Do you feel better now, angel?” Bianca asked.

“I felt better the second I walked in the door,” Courtney murmured.

“Yeah?”

“I guess there’s not really a door. The second I stepped off your elevator,” Courtney said, making Bianca laugh, her sleepiness causing her to be more honest than was probably called for, adding a whispered, “You make everything better.”

***

Pearl sat at a stool towards the back of the club, nursing a drink while telling herself over and over again that she was doing nothing wrong.

For one thing, she and Adore were over. Actually, fully over. And for another, she had no idea if Dahlia was even dancing tonight. She’d just come by for a casual drink...for the third time in 3 days. Just to see. Just to look.

And there was nothing wrong with looking, right? Even if she had lied to Trixie and Katya about where she was.

Pearl had already brushed off a parade of girls, tipping all of them, but saying no to everything else they offered, since she didn’t want to miss her chance of seeing Dahlia.

She was just about to give up, when one of the last dancers of the night came on, and there, there she was.

Dahlia was just as beautiful as Pearl remembered her, even more beautiful actually, since her costume for the night was the naughtiest sheer black teddy and lace panties, tiny little pink bows attached to the spaghetti straps of her top.

Her brown hair was styled in a delicate mess of brown curls, her plump lips painted pink, her eyes heavy and sultry, Dahlia looking like a sex kitten getting ready to go on the prowl.

Pearl swallowed as ‘Kiss It Better’ by Rihanna started playing, taking a big gulp of her drink.

Pearl hadn’t known if she wanted Dahlia to notice that she was there, hadn’t really thought this through at all, but when Dahlia dipped down on the pole, her ass beyond perfection, their eyes met across the room.

Pearl watched as Dahlia’s lips parted for a second, her eyes widening, but then, she smirked, throwing her hair over her shoulder.

***

“Mmh,” Raven moaned, her fingers in Raja’s long dark hair, her fiancée's lips on her neck, one of her hands up her top. They had been watching a movie on the couch, staying in just the two of them such a rare treat that they had even made popcorn. “Please-”

“Please?” Raja grinned, her long body on top of Raven’s under their blanket, their movie completely forgotten. “Are you being polite princess?”

“Fuck off.” Raven showed Raja’s shoulder, which only made the older woman laugh. “I’m perfectly polite.”

“Sure,” Raja smiled, shifting her knee so it slid in between Raven’s thighs, her skirt riding up to make room for Raja’s pant covered leg. “That’s what I love about you. How polite you are.”

Raven pulled on Raja’s hair, a surprised gasp leaving her girlfriend. She thrusted her hips, forcing Raja off balance and down in a messy kiss, teeth clacking, their lipsticks smearing, Raven taking charge.

***

“Just a few more minutes.” Trixie smiled, his open palm resting on Katya’s knee, his thumb rubbing up and down, trying his best to be comforting.

They were in the bathroom, Katya sitting on the closed toilet while Trixie knelt on the floor next to her, the elephant in the room the pregnancy test that was lying on the edge of the sink, both of them doing their damndest not to look at it yet.

He could tell she was anxious, knew that from the second she told him that she’d bought the test after work, even before she admitted that she was afraid to take it.

Trixie had always assumed that one day he’d be a father, and he was certain that Katya would be the best mom ever, so in his mind, this news was either amazingly exciting or slightly disappointing.

But Katya was another story, her clear terror making him dampen his own enthusiasm so that she felt safe to express herself. The last thing he wanted was to make her feel guilty for being scared on top of everything else. He knew, also, that there was a chance that she wouldn’t want this potential baby, so he prepared himself mentally to support her in whatever she wanted to do.

“I love you,” he offered softly, adding, “And it’ll be okay, no matter what it says.”

“Mmhmm,” Katya murmured agreement, though her eyes said that she didn’t fully believe him.

“Yo yo yo, where my bitches at?!” called out a voice, the slur telling them that Pearl had been drinking quite a bit.

Trixie assumed that Katya wouldn’t want to be interrupted during this private moment, but apparently, he was wrong.

“We’re in here!” Katya called, and Pearl’s heavy footsteps approached the door, pushing it open.

“This is a weird place for a party, dudes,” Pearl said, jacket hanging off one of her shoulders. “What’s going on?”

“Umm…” Trixie considered how to handle the situation delicately.

“I might be knocked up,” Katya said quickly, and Pearl’s eyes grew large, her mouth falling open.

“Wh-how?”

“Probably sex,” she answered, and all three of them laughed, breaking the tension just a little.

“So…” Pearl plopped down beside Trixie on the tile floor, and a rush of gratitude flooded his heart, relieved for the distraction, understanding why Katya called her in. That is, until she asked, “Have we thought about names? Cause I’d like to submit ‘Pearl Junior’ for consideration.”

“Pearl Junior?” Trixie scoffed. “Why, you’re not the father.”

“Come on! Little Pearlie J. P.J.?!”

“I don’t hate it,” Katya said, and Pearl cheered, giving her a fist bump. “But remember, I might not even be pregnant.”

“True, but you guys are getting married. It’ll be relevant eventually.”

“Not necessarily,” said Katya, gripping Trixie’s hand tighter. He squeezed her back in what he hoped was a reassuring manner.

“Yuh huh! That’s why we call you ‘breeders’!” Pearl insisted.

“But I just don’t-” Katya began, but was interrupted by the timer on Trixie’s phone.

“You ready?” he asked, taking both of her hands in his.

“No.”

“Well...remember, sometimes these tests aren’t 100% accurate. So whatever it says, it might not mean...” He reached out, catching a tear that had slipped down her cheek. “Babe…”

“I know. But I...can’t look.” Katya curled into his arms, burying her face in his neck. “You do it.”

Unfortunately, the stick was just out of reach, unless he let go of her, which he wasn’t prepared to do.

“Pearl, can you-”

“Sure.” Pearl snatched the test off the sink, looking at it, brow furrowed. “What the fuck does 11 mean?”

Katya’s head snapped up, reaching for the test while Pearl picked up the box.

“Why would it say 11? That’s so dumb, how do you know if...ohhhh.”

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