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Hi my name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that's how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don't know who she is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he's a major fucking hottie. I'm a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I'm also a witch, and I go to a magic school called Hogwarts in England where I'm in the seventh year (I'm seventeen). I'm a goth (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

"Hey Ebony!" shouted a voice. I looked up. It was... Draco Malfoy!

"What's up Draco?" I asked.

"Nothing." he said shyly.

But then, I heard my friends call me and I had to go away.

My mother drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down. It was seventy-five degrees in Phoenix, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue. I was wearing my favorite shirt — sleeveless, white eyelet lace; I was wearing it as a farewell gesture. My carry-on item was a parka.

In the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State, a small town named Forks exists under a near-constant cover of clouds. It rains on this inconsequential town more than any other place in the United States of America. It was from this town and its gloomy, omnipresent shade that my mother escaped with me when I was only a few months old. It was in this town that I'd been compelled to spend a month every summer until I was fourteen. That was the year I finally put my foot down; these past three summers, my dad, Charlie, vacationed with me in California for two weeks instead.

It was to Forks that I now exiled myself— an action that I took with great horror. I detested Forks.

I loved Phoenix. I loved the sun and the blistering heat. I loved the vigorous, sprawling city.

"Bella," my mom said to me — the last of a thousand times — before I got on the plane. "You don't have to do this."

My mom looks like me, except with short hair and laugh lines. I felt a spasm of panic as I stared at her wide, childlike eyes. How could I leave my loving, erratic, harebrained mother to fend for herself? Of course she had Phil now, so the bills would probably get paid, there would be food in the refrigerator, gas in her car, and someone to call when she got lost, but still…

"I want to go," I lied. I'd always been a bad liar, but I'd been saying this lie so frequently lately that it sounded almost convincing now.

"Tell Charlie I said hi."

"I will."

"I'll see you soon," she insisted. "You can come home whenever you want — I'll come right back as soon as you need me."

But I could see the sacrifice in her eyes behind the promise.

"Don't worry about me," I urged. "It'll be great. I love you, Mom."

She hugged me tightly for a minute, and then I got on the plane, and she was gone. It's a four-hour flight from Phoenix to Seattle, another hour in a small plane up to Port Angeles, and then an hour drive back down to Forks. Flying doesn't bother me; the hour in the car with Charlie, though, I was a little worried about.

Charlie had really been fairly nice about the whole thing. He seemed genuinely pleased that I was coming to live with him for the first time with any degree of permanence. He'd already gotten me registered for high school and was going to help me get a car.

But it was sure to be awkward with Charlie. Neither of us was what anyone would call verbose, and I didn't know what there was to say regardless. I knew he was more than a little confused by my decision — like my mother before me, I hadn't made a secret of my distaste for Forks.

When I landed in Port Angeles, it was raining. I didn't see it as an omen — just unavoidable. I'd already said my goodbyes to the sun.

Charlie was waiting for me with the cruiser. This I was expecting, too. Charlie is Police Chief Swan to the good people of Forks. My primary motivation behind buying a car, despite the scarcity of my funds, was that I refused to be driven around town in a car with red and blue lights on top. Nothing slows down traffic like a cop.

Charlie gave me an awkward, one-armed hug when I stumbled my way off the plane.

"It's good to see you, Bells," he said, smiling as he automatically caught and steadied me. "You haven't changed much. How's Renée?"

"Mom's fine. It's good to see you, too, Dad." I wasn't allowed to call him Charlie to his face. I had only a few bags. Most of my Arizona clothes were too permeable for Washington. My mom and I had pooled our resources to supplement my winter wardrobe, but it was still scanty. It all fit easily into the trunk of the cruiser.

"I found a good car for you, really cheap," he announced when we were strapped in.

"What kind of car?" I was suspicious of the way he said "good car for you" as opposed to just "good car."

"Well, it's a truck actually, a Chevy."

"Where did you find it?"

"Do you remember Billy Black down at La Push?" La Push is the tiny Indian reservation on the coast.

"No."

"He used to go fishing with us during the summer," Charlie prompted.

That would explain why I didn't remember him. I do a good job of blocking painful, unnecessary things from my memory.

"He's in a wheelchair now," Charlie continued when I didn't respond, "so he can't drive anymore, and he offered to sell me his truck cheap."

"What year is it?" I could see from his change of expression that this was the question he was hoping I wouldn't ask.

"Well, Billy's done a lot of work on the engine — it's only a few years old, really."

I hoped he didn't think so little of me as to believe I would give up that easily. "When did he buy it?"

"He bought it in 1984, I think."

"Did he buy it new?"

"Well, no. I think it was new in the early sixties — or late fifties at the earliest," he admitted sheepishly.

"Ch — Dad, I don't really know anything about cars. I wouldn't be able to fix it if anything went wrong, and I couldn't afford a mechanic…"

"Really, Bella, the thing runs great. They don't build them like that anymore."

The thing, I thought to myself… it had possibilities — as a nickname, at the very least.

"How cheap is cheap?" After all, that was the part I couldn't compromise on.

"Well, honey, I kind of already bought it for you. As a homecoming gift." Charlie peeked sideways at me with a hopeful expression.

Wow. Free.

"You didn't need to do that, Dad. I was going to buy myself a car."

"I don't mind. I want you to be happy here." He was looking ahead at the road when he said this. Charlie wasn't comfortable with expressing his emotions out loud. I inherited that from him. So I was looking straight ahead as I responded.

"That's really nice, Dad. Thanks. I really appreciate it." No need to add that my being happy in Forks is an impossibility. He didn't need to suffer along with me. And I never looked a free truck in the mouth —or engine.

"Well, now, you're welcome," he mumbled, embarrassed by my thanks.

We exchanged a few more comments on the weather, which was wet, and that was pretty much it for Conversation. We stared out the windows in silence.

It was beautiful, of course; I couldn't deny that. Everything was green: the trees, their trunks covered with moss, their branches hanging with a canopy of it, the ground covered with ferns. Even the air filtered down greenly through the leaves. It was too green — an alien planet.

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Code Blue - Ch. 7 "Laid To Rest"

Summary: Jason's funeral takes place. A painful memory is relived. David is there to help Josie through the day. The after gathering receives an unexpected visitor which doesn't end well.

*Warning* Funeral scene, angst, language

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Salem, Massachusetts

February 9, 2023

Chapter characters: Josie, Jason, David, Lee, Amy, Emily, Britt

It was the day of Jason's funeral and you were in a complete disarray about every single thing on top of being irritable as hell with your anxiety. You dreamt of the explosion again and woke up sweating and silently screamed into your pillow so your mom wouldn't hear. You gripped the pillow so tight, pretending it was Lee.

Not to mention you were avoiding the determined detective who kept calling about getting your statement. The last thing you needed was reliving the nightmare of the explosion during this time, so you left him a voicemail and told him you would be in after the funeral sometime and to leave you alone. Then there was Lee....intrusive thoughts of him constantly.....feeling guilty for abandoning him, yet still angry and hurt over what happened. At least he had respected your wishes as you had not heard a single peep from him in the past five days.

You laid in bed for awhile reading through the fun texts you and Lee shared last week....and the you began typing a reply.

"Lee...it's Jo...I just wanted to say I am ok. I hope you are too and..."

You immediately deleted it and cried. Besides, if you had stupidly sent the pathetic text, he wouldn't have received it anyways since he now had another phone. You wondered if he even remembered your number....and if he was thinking about you too.

'Jason!" you cried and planted your face back into the pillow. The last memory you had of your brother played like a movie in your mind. It was just hours before the blast.

"Hey...got your message to meet you here."

"Hey, have a seat. You alright?"

"Yeah"

"You don't look fine Jo."

"Um I haven't been sleeping a lot. So...why am I here? Is something wrong?""

"I want to talk about my funeral arrangements if something ever happens to me...for mom's sake..and yours."

"You asked me here to talk about your funeral? Why are you talking like this Jay? Is something going down?

"That's not important. I just want you to promise me something."

"Ok??"

"I don't want you or mom to dress in some stupid tradition of all black with veils and sunglasses."

"You're kidding right? This is what you want to talk about? What I am supposed to wear to your supposable funeral? Jason March, what the fuck is going on?"

"Nothing Jo...I just want you to promise me that, that you'll put on some bling or something...and make mom do it too."

"Why not? That's all you wear?? Why couldn't we do that to honor you...IF you died?"

Jason Morgan March who solely went by Jason Morgan, had his own personal trademark consisting of a black tee, jeans, and a black leather coat who rode a Harley. He was 5'11, had striking blue eyes and spiked dirty blonde hair and was often referred to as stone cold by a mutual friend of yours and his, Spinelli, a computer genius with impressive hacking skills. Some might have thought the nickname was in reference to the professional wrestler Stone Cold Austin because Jason was brawny just like him and could kick anyone's ass without even flinching, but that wasn't why he earned that title. Jason truly could be stone cold. He had to be in his line of work. he didn't show much personality or feelings, unless it was with his close friends and loved ones, especially you, his baby sister.

"Come on Jo...can't you ever do anything I ask?"

"I think you know the answer to that. Now how about you tell me the truth? Something is happening and you feel like you might die. What has Sonny gotten you into this time??"

"Jo...for fucks sake. I am just asking a simple request like any other person might do for their arrangements. You know I am a high risk for dying."

"Well you're not any other person! You're my brother and you're in a life of crime so of course I am going to think the worst here! Something is going to happen. I can see it in your eyes. Is that what this is about? Just say it..."

And then 4 hours later, your brother was dead and you were in the hospital.

You couldn't think about it anymore and went to shower.

As you were getting dressed, you thought about how this day was going to suck in more ways than one. Britta, your best friend who was in love with Jason, couldn't make it as her chief of staff position required her to be at the hospital, but she promised to be at the after gathering....Emily's flight in from Ireland was delayed so she probably wouldn't be here in time for the service...but at least David would be by your side. He always was when possible. You had even invited Orlando to the after gathering just to be nice since the two of you had been friendly texting for the past four days after you had been at his place to get your hand fixed up. You had removed the bandage as the purple and blue bruising was fading to a soft yellow and green that was barely visible and it didn't hurt so much anymore either, but you still kept ice on it to help with the minor swelling. The last thing you wanted was Dave asking questions because you could not lie to him...but you knew for Lee...you would.

There was a knock at your door. "Josie...it's me. Can I come in?"

"Yeah Dave...I'm almost ready."

You were all dolled up just like Jason had wanted you to be, wearing some gaudy sparkly necklace of your mothers that stood out like a sore thumb. You had gotten your mom to dress extra nice too, like Jason wanted but you didn't tell her why. She didn't need to know Jason had pretty much knew he was going to die and that you were honoring his preplanned wishes. Yourself, being as stubborn as you were, compromised your dress's colors, with the top being black and the skirt being white.

David knew Jason too and was well aware of his mob relations, but as you already knew, most people were. The two weren't friends for obvious reasons but stayed civil for you, just like Dave was only there today for you.

"Wow, look at you. Beautiful as always."

You giggled at his irrepressible facial reaction.

You instantly became emotional at the also beautiful 6'1 sight of him.

Stupidly, you forgot you were holding an ice pack on your hand and now were going to have to lie your best friend, something you never did.

"Josie, what happened? Are you alright?" he asked in alarm.

"Dave, calm down. I am fine. It's just a little skating mishap."

"Josie, you don't have skating mishaps. You're an expert. The only time you ever hurt yourself is off of the ice."

Damn it, he knew you too well and you were going to have to do better to convince him so he would just drop it as you certainly were not going to tell him you almost broke it on another man's face.

"Well I do when my mind is not in the right place. I was there last week and just wasn't paying attention and fell on a land. Satisfied now?"

Of course he wasn't. "Josie, it could be broken. You need to get it looked at because knowing you, you didn't."

"No, I didn't because I told you, I am fine. It doesn't hurt much anymore."

"I'll be the judge of that as I'm the doctor here. Now let me see."

You humored him until he was finally happy.

"Can we go now?"

You were frustrated and began to cry. Dave was one person you were comfortable with crying in front of.

"Hey...sweetheart. Come here."

He held you so lovingly as he kissed the top of your head.

"Jo...Dave...it's time to go." Margaret called up the stairs.

You and your mom rode with Dave to the church. Margaret March adored David as much as you did...well, you were certain you did much more. He always had your back on everything but you knew there would be the first exception if he knew about Lee. You had been in relationships while you knew Dave, so it wasn't like you were afraid of him knowing that...it was just the fact that the others didn't work with Dave like Lee does. You just didn't want to cause Lee any more problems, even if you never saw him again...

The first thing you did was walk up to his closed casket and look at the photos you picked out of him. Your mom was too upset to look through them all, so she had asked you to do it....as if it were any easier for you. Two of them you focused on. Jason and Britt, a picture you took of them at a happy time. He loved her too but pushed her away to keep her out of danger. Exactly what Lee was now doing with you as he felt he was the danger. The other photo was an old and rare photo of you and him as he hated having his picture taken. There was another of Jason and your mom in her younger days with blonde hair. It cracked you up that she always got on you for dying your red hair blonde when she in fact had done it.

Then you through all the flowers to see who had been nice enough to send some. Most of them were red roses and carnations, but one stuck out to you. Yellow carnations, daisies, roses and deep purple lilacs.

The card read "To Jo and the March family. My deepest sympathy condolences. Dr. Lee Pace."

Your heart sank as your throat began to close. All you could think of was how had revealed he was the doctor who treated Jason when he was brought in the night of the explosion and how he had obviously blamed himself for not being able to save your brother. If only he knew that you did not blame him, not even a little bit. Then you wondered if that was the reason he sent them, out of guilt or if it was because he was trying to make things up to you for what he did....possibly both you figured. The fact that he even bothered meant a lot to you...but it didn't fix things.

You then went back and sat between your mom and Dave, talking with him until the service began. Megan sat on the other side of your mother. It really bugged the hell out of you that she was there but she had no choice. Your mom made her.

"Did you see Britt before you came? How is she holding up? I feel so bad for her that she couldn't get out of working to come say goodbye to Jason."

"Yeah, I stopped at the hospital on my way to your place. You know my sister, tough as nails."

That Britt Westbourne certainly was, especially being there the night Jason was brought in, yet she still sat with you in the waiting room before your panic attack, to make sure you were alright. You never understood how these two doctors could do it. You had seen what these things had done to them. You had seen what it had done to Lee.

"Have you spoke to the detective yet?"

"No... and I don't want to speak about it with you either Dave. Not here ok?"

"I know Josie, but you're going to have to. He's been persistent. I'll go with you if you want."

"No...I will do it alright?" you huffed. You didn't want him involved in any way.

The funeral had ended and you all went to bury him and then back to the house for the after gathering. You quickly ran upstairs and changed out of the uncomfortable dress into casual clothing and unraveled your hair from the braid, letting it hang loosely, then went back to join everyone.

Nurse Amy, Britt and Emily had finally showed up and you sat with them, catching up on things.

"So! All for mom's Irish cocktails, say I."

Translation. Jameson whiskey and ginger ale. You planned on having many of them to drown out this day.

Dave was in the kitchen making them. He was one hell of a bartender and you planned on having him make his midnight margaritas later as well.

Suddenly Dave came in empty handed.

"Uh Josie, Britt, Amy...why is Dr. Pace standing in the front yard?"

Your head whipped around to him so fast, you felt it crack.

Lee stood there, staring at the house, contemplating on going up to the door, unaware he had already been seen from the kitchen window.

You rushed outside to find him in quite a disarray. It was pretty cold out and he was only wearing a dirtied tee with an opened button down shirt over top.

"Lee? What are you doing here??"

"Didn't you get my texts? I sent you many of them. I..I need to talk to you."

He was a mess. He didn't appear drunk or high, but just rough around the edges and anxious.

"Jesus, Lee. Respectfully, you look terrible...and no, I didn't see your texts. I haven't been on my phone much at all today. What is going on?"

"Can you come back to the house with me?"

His eyes were tear stained and red, driving a knife right through your heart.

"Lee...I can't leave. Today was Jason's funeral, everyone is here. I think you knew that though, since I received your flowers. Thank you for that by the way. They are beautiful. I..I brought them home with me. We...we can talk right here, but only for a few minutes, I need to get back inside and you need to go. It's cold and you shouldn't be here. What do you want to tell me?"

You were trying to be as nice as possible to him since he already appeared in a bad way, but you still felt bitterness over what happened.

"Jo....I...I'm sorry."

The look on his face was so sincere but you weren't ready to accept his apology, even though you deeply wanted to.

"Are...did I...hurt you? Jo...I...I would never..." He paused as he saw you holding your wrist to hide the bruising.

"Lee...I..I don't want to do this right now. I asked you, no I told you to leave me alone. I can't take this Lee."

"All I wanted was to talk to you. To tell you how horrible I feel. It's been 6 days Jo. I haven't asked you for anything except for this."

He was becoming upset and so were you.

"I made my boundaries clear and you aren't respecting them. My god Lee, I just buried my brother and you want to come here today of all days just to ease your own guilt."

His reaction told you he agreed with you.

Just then Dave came out and came to your side.

"Dr. Pace." he greeted Lee in a respectful but leery tone and put his arm around you. "Is everything alright here?"

"Dr. Conrad. I..I didn't know you knew Jo. Are...you two...together?" Lee asked in a hurt tone as his eyes studied Dave's grip on you.

You began to laugh as his unjustified curiosity infuriated you.

"Not that it's any of your business, but if you must know....yes...yes we are."

Dave's eyes widened, leaving him speechless as you put your arm around him too.

Lee's physical response was a mixture of shock and that of having his heart plucked clean from his chest.

Were you trying to hurt him like he had you? Had he not suffered enough? These thoughts instantly plagued your mind but your walls of steel were in full force.

"I'm gonna need you to back off and leave, now."

Lee gazed at you with saturated eyes and his lips slightly parted in disbelief, then walked away in a dazed trance without a word.

You immediately felt sick and ran off behind the house crying. What did you just do? It had just came out of you, the cruel and stone cold side like Jason was capable of. You didn't want this...not at all. Part of you wanted to race after him, throw your arms around him and tell him you didn't really want him to go.

You were losing air as Dave came running up.

"Hey...Josie...are you ok? What was that all about? Why was he here?"

"Dave...I...I can't...I just can't..." you gasped and cried.

He didn't even say a word, just laid his hand on your face, then hugged you.

"It's ok...I'm here. You don't have to tell me."

David already knew from what he just witnessed and from your reaction that you had it bad for the obviously reciprocating doting doctor. It broke his heart but all that mattered to him was your happiness, even if it meant it would never be with him.

You went back inside and headed for the kitchen, chugging down a straight shot of whiskey. There on the table, your phone sat as you stared at it, then out of curiosity, you read Lee's previous texts.

"Jo...it's me...Lee. I need to see you. Please text me back."

"Jo...will you please talk to me? Can I stop by for a minute?"

"Ok...I am just going to swing by real quick. I just...I need to talk to you. I know you told me to stay away...but I..I can't."

You stormed off into your room, slamming the door and covered your mouth to hide your breakdown. What was happening to you? Why did it hurt so much?

The doorbell rang and then a few minutes later, there was a knock on your door from Britt.

"Josie...Dr. Bloom is here that you invited."

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Sherlolly

Fanmix Part Four

Part One * Part Two * Part Three

Link to the Spotify Playlist is at the bottom of the post

All of Me (John Legend)

What's goin' on in that beautiful mind? * I'm on your magical mystery ride * And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me * But I'll be alright

Thank You For Loving Me (Bon Jovi)

Thank you for loving me * For being my eyes * When I couldn't see * For parting my lips * When I couldn't breathe * Thank you for loving me

C'est La Mort (The Civil Wars)

Swan dive down eleven stories high * Hold your breath until you see the light * You can sink to the bottom of the sea * Just don't go without me

Always On My Mind (Willie Nelson)

And maybe I didn't treat you * Quite as good as I should have * If I made you feel second best * Girl I'm sorry I was blind * You were always on my mind

That's As Close As I'll Get To Loving You (Aaron Tippin)

I won't be there when you need holding * But I'm sure that he can pull you through * But I can sing this song to everybody * And pretend it's not about you

The Scientist (Coldplay)

I was just guessing * At numbers and figures * Pulling the puzzles apart * Questions of science * Science and progress * Do not speak as loud as my heart

Never Knock (Kevin Garrett)

You are in my head * When my heart's at war * And if I'm ever scared * I'll breathe the air * In front of your door * And I will never knock * But that's as far as I'll go

You Don't Know Me (Alison Krauss)

You give your hand to me * And then you say hello * And I can hardly speak * My heart is beating so * And anyone could tell * You think you know me well * But you don't know me

She's Got a Way (Billy Joel)

She's got a way about her * I don't know what it is * But I know that I can't live without her * She's got a way of pleasing * I don't know what it is * But there doesn't have to be a reason anyway

Sally's Song (Amy Lee)

What will become of my dear friend? * Where will his actions lead us then? * Although I'd like to join the crowd * In their enthusiastic cloud * Try as I may, it doesn't last * And will we ever end up together?

#playlist #fanmix #sherlock #sherlolly #sherlock x molly #sherlock holmes #molly hooper #Spotify

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“Put your head on my Shoulder.” T.H. Imagine.

Summary: And what if after years of chasing each other like a cat and mouse, on a magical night where you two have to pretend to be a couple, you are finally able to say how you really feel about each other?

A/N: Hello everyone, after a while, and because a couple of people asked me, I wrote the second part of this story, "WANNABE", but you don't have to read it to understand this one. Anyway, I really hope you like it. Please give this story a lot of love. Thank you - V.

Tom Holland hates not being able to hate you.

The secret of his hate is because of your vanity, your selfish and free heart, your tender smile, the dimple that forms on your left cheek and your dreamy eyes that look at your grandfather as if he were the first man that you have ever loved — because you did.

Tom hates you because under a starry night, in the midst of a crowd of people and soothing music, you make your way through the mortals wearing a velvety wine red strapless dress that is lust itself on your body, black boots (velvet too) that cover you up to the knees and are as hot as hell, and your chocker - a gift from your father - from which a cross hangs, that is a tempting invitation for a sinner like him.

You are his angel with a devilish smile: but tonight, Tom Holland hates that, despite possessing all those qualities, and many more, he can only see the tenderness in your eyes when you look at your grandfather, or when you talk about him, and your smile that becomes as adorable as the face you were born with.

“You are like… staring much. Don't you think?" Harrison chuckles beside him, making Tom look away from you and your way of receiving the guests scattered around the place.

"Shit, Tom, if you turned a little faster you would look like the exorcist." Harry continues with the bland jokes, the same ones that make Sam, Harry and Tuwaine smile.

"Shut up." Tom hisses, taking a sip of his beer as he looks back at his group of friends.

But this story is not about you, but about Tom Holland, your lifelong neighbor, who you never had a conversation with other than to annoy each other, who you used to call idiot when nobody but him heard you, who used to laugh at you while filming Avengers: infinity war, endgame and finally, Spider-man: Far From Home, who used to hold your hand when you were kids because your parents were best friends, the same Tom who now drinks and look at you while you warmly greet each guest who has come to celebrate the birthday of the second man you know loved you.

“How is possible that you and he are the only two famous people at this party? What a waste of fame. Sigh." Danielle, your best friend whispers dramatically, just as you both stop at the bar to pick up more drinks.

"I'd feel sorry for you if you actually sighed." You give her a know-it-all smile, one that invites you to earn a playful slap on the butt from her.

"Please baby, I need to get something out of our friendship, otherwise this isn't working." She makes a gesture between her and you, the same sign that a boyfriend would make before breaking up.

"Tom Holland is here, why don't you go meet him?" You joke as you take the tray and walk with her by your side talking about Tom, although he was not news to you two.

"No thanks. But you can't deny that he looks sooo good. Only HE can look adorable and sexy at the same time. With those good boy eyes and wild muscles under his plain white T-shirt. Like Wow." She makes an expression of surprise, and the sound of an explosion as if her head cannot bear so much information that causes you so much laughter. "Seriously, please take that hottie. I'm sure your grandmother sent it to you as a gift."

You giggle, but your heart races at the thought of his breaking, because even though he and Hanna Johnson were never official, maybe he thought they were so. And after breaking up with her, he was back in London.

You suspected that was the reason behind his break.

"I would, but I don't love you as much as you think." You joke, just the moment you get to the table where your dear grandfather and your grandmother's friends, are, talking about you.

With just your young age, the world was a bright place for you, but here you are now, feeling how your best hits in movies escape from your hands like sand thanks to the endless words that spring from between the wrinkled lips of your grandmother's best friends, in the garden of your own house, adorned with crowded wooden tables and Christmas lights shining on you.

"Life goes by so fast, honey, you won't have that hot body for life." Says Mrs. Lee, who, at 89, still plays to be a 20-year-old from time to time. "You are... 24? 25? And you haven't had a single boyfriend yet."

"What do achievements matter if you don't have the most important thing, cutie?" Mrs. Russell asks, clicking her tongue in approval at her own words. “There are so many beautiful boys out there. My granddaughters want to be like you, but what will I tell them if you've never had a taste of real life? You are very innocent and that can work against you. You can have a little more fun while still being a lady, you know?"

Although in your cheeks bloom a crimson glow, you are aware that her words are offensive.

"You could tell the twins that you can be successful without fucking every chocolate-covered hottie that makes you an unseemly proposition." You murmur between tight lips, knowing well that the women in front of you need more than a whisper to hear certain truths. “I mean, you could tell Amy and Anne to work hard if they want to be actresses. The world is sexist, but, hey, here I am - besides, who says I don't have a boyfriend?"

You raise an eyebrow at your own question, winning several curious glances that seem to pierce you, even your grandfather, who stares at you more astonished than anyone.

"Really?" Mrs. Russell smiles, and her red lips gleam in the night. "And who is he?"

"Uh... well... I..." You giggle in a trance thanks to the bitter taste of the liquor that has your mind under a spell, leaving you completely blank and without a coherent response. "He is…"

"Hello, love." Tom presses his body against yours, suddenly, out of nowhere, wrapping his arm around your waist, so firm that you feel the pressure of his rolex in his left hand. "Hello, ladies. I heard you talking about me and I couldn't help but come and save my girl from this sea of questions about who her boyfriend is. You thought I wasn't real, huh? I know my angel here is a little shy about our relationship, but there is no problem, love, you know you can show off what a good boyfriend I am with whoever you want…"

Tom smiles and enchants the older women who smile back at him, as if they are in love with his youth and his face that has it all: his cloud-fluffy brown hair that is combed to the side and back, the sparkle in his gaze and the way he smiles, making the corners of his eyes crinkle, right down to that funny eyebrow that everyone finds adorable.

From his lovely face and well-defined jaw to his personality and strong English accent: Tom looked like an angel from heaven, perhaps the devil himself because how dangerous his charm could be.

"Oh honey, I didn't know you and Tom were dating." Mrs. Lee says, with an expression between happy and sad. "My granddaughters thought they might have a chance with you, darling."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Lee." Tom answers, with a hint of happiness and pride in his voice. "I'm already taken and I like it that way."

"Yes!" You say with surprise when Tom gives you a squeeze with the hand that is holding you, shooting you a loving look to encourage you to speak. "I mean... He is."

You smile at the audience, especially at your grandfather and Danielle, who seem to have their suspicions.

"Tom..." Says Roy, your grandfather, who averts his narrowed eyes from your gaze to his, just to become the happiest person in the world as he clasps his hands in a sign of prayer. “I didn't know that you and my darling (Y/N) were together. I'm so happy! I'm sure my beloved Jules is happy too. Couldn't have asked for a better grandson."

"Thank you very much, Roy." Tom says, and it's so natural that he seems sincere. "I wanted to tell you, but we wanted to wait for our relationship to grow stronger."

"Yeah, you know that there are many actresses, blondes and blue eyes actresses who want to eat this hottie." You say and Tom laughs, nervous.

"Well, if you'll excuse us, I'd like to speak to my girlfriend in private for a moment."

Guiding you all the way, you and Tom turn around in the direction of the glass doors of your house that connect to the kitchen, breathing in the warm air from the warm walls the moment you two walk in.

"Good acting, Tom." You smile as you take a grape from the kitchen counter. "Not enough to win an EMMY but-"

"Ha. You are funny. But now I want to talk to you about something…” Tom smiles, too, giving you a devilish look, as if he never rests from it. "You owe me a favor, love."

"Of course not!" You defend yourself, nervous of the sudden change in the conversation. “You came alone like a prince on a horse. I did not call you. I do not owe you anything."

"Are you sure about that?" Tom laughs, as if he really enjoyed the moment. “Because I can go there and tell them the truth. I told you it's pathetic that you've never had a boyfriend. Besides, I wouldn't want to break Roy's heart, he looked so happy to know that his dearest granddaughter is with a good man."

You cross your arms, uneasy with the fact that you've never really fallen in love with someone, while seriously thinking about how happy, and probably relieved, your granddfather is to see that his granddaughter is with someone like Tom, who, despite of everything, yes, was a good boy.

"Okay. What do you want?"

"I want you to pretend to be my girlfriend in front of my parents."

You laugh inadvertently, although deep down you want to know if what was being said about Hannah and him was true.

"Why?"

"Everyone thinks Hannah dumped me and I don't want to see myself as a loser in front of my family and have them keep asking questions about her, it's exhausting."

"Eh, too late for that." You sigh, and Tom looks at you hopefully. "You were a loser long time ago, Tom, sorry."

"I hate you." Tom laughs.

"The feeling is mutual." You look away, and in a second you decide to contemplate why agreeing to be his fake girlfriend would be a bad decision, and why you would do it anyway. “Okay, but you know you can't call me darling. And stop looking at my chest, perv."

Tom laughs, looking up your chest into your eyes.

"It's not my fault you have worn that dress, but it seems that despite everything you didn't have a boy's body all this time. Congrats."

"Idiot."

Tom and his dreamy eyes smile as he opens the glass door for you, stepping aside so you can go out onto the field and do the performance of your life, which you discover would be more difficult than you thought as both of you approach the table on the left side of the place, where your family - made up of your mom, your dad and your older brother - are with his. So, in silence, and to let them be the ones to carry out the conversation of your supposed relationship, Tom remains standing next to you, leaving a space between Harry and him for you.

"Oh, yeah. Last night I got the iPad with the script of the Devil all the time." You say, to continue the conversation that your brother Ethan started, smiling at you. "My character falls in love with the poor and broken Arvin Russell."

Tom chuckles.

“And (Y/N) is a cold and rich bi—… girl who treats me like shit until I save her from her dad, the reverend and the crazy couple of rapists. I think you will play that role very well, love." And again and against your will, Tom brings you closer to him placing his arm around your waist, so close that his proximity makes you red.

So much so that you must place a hand on your exposed chest so that his gaze does not fall on that specific place.

“Bet your pretty ass I will. And then we will flee together into the sunset with a happy ending after killing 4 people."

His family and yours are too stunned to say a word, but just at the moment when you think they will shout hallelujah to the sky or to mention you are Frenemies, Dom makes a fist and a victory gesture with a loud yes!

“I told you they would be together before they were 25! pay me!" He yells happily at your dad, who, next to him, grunts as he searches for his wallet in his pants.

“Couldn't you wait until you turned 25, honey? It was only a few months away."

"What the hell?" Tom says, watching your father leave a $100 bill in Dom's hand.

"It's a silly thing they did when they were drunk." Nikki says, as she joins her hands in prayer just like your grandfather, just as happy as he. "It was about time you decided to be together."

"I didn't know that Tom could love someone other than Tessa." Your brother jokes.

"I didn't know anyone could love Tom more than Tessa." Harry jokes, but in his eyes you can see that part of him means it.

"Is this serious?" Your mom says, raising an eyebrow.

"It is." Tom says, and his voice is as solemn as his expression. "Mom, Dad, everyone, I want to marry this woman... someday."

Along with the expressions of happiness and surprise, theirs and yours, your brother breaks the silent while looking like a hawk at Tom.

"Her favorite color?"

"Blue." He answers, without missing a second.

"Favorite book?"

"Jane Austin's Pride & Prejudice."

"Coffee, hot or cold?"

"It depends on the season."

"Seafood?"

"Banned forever."

"Very well, you have my blessing to marry my sister." Your brother nods, like a wise old man, while you, foolishly, think of two things, how quickly he responded, and how well he knew you.

"Just that?" You question, partly offended. "Why better not give him 2 cows for my honor?"

"That's a good idea." Tom responds. "We already have a chicken so..."

You snort just like the idea of Tom buying a chicken just because there were no eggs in the store is spinning in your head, but at that very moment, your words die on your lips as Rose, your aunt and your grandfather's eldest daughter, has taken the command of the party to indicate that the most important thing of the night has arrived: the dance that your grandfather and grandmother used to have, when she was still alive.

Like a fairy tale, every couple in love gathers in the center of the garden while the song “Put your head on my shoulder” by Paul Anka begins to float in the London air that is suddenly flooded with love, to such an extent point that threatens to drown you in it.

"Would you like...?" Tom is nervous, and lets the question hang in the air.

Your breathing becomes agitated, it becomes irregular as your parents and his join the other couples, wild as your heart that beats with the fierceness of a caged animal seeking freedom.

You want to say no, but the crystallized look and happiness that you achieve in your grandfather's eyes are the impulse you need to avoid breaking his heart with the truth.

"Okay."

Tom takes your hand gently and guides you to the makeshift dance floor, placing his hands on your waist to imitate the elders.

Inside and out, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was still as beautiful as the first one he saw you when you were children; but of course, now as adults, everything was different: you were stronger, more mature, more self-confident, wilder and indomitable. But Tom didn't judge your insecurity, he never did, because you had trouble trusting in a future love that could be so real that it seemed a fairy tale - like the ones your father had read to you before bed - as deep as Roy's pain at losing his beloved Jules.

And it is then that Tom realized everything.

That's why you didn't want to be called darling, just because your grandfather used to call his great love that way. Why you never had a boyfriend. Of why you had never wasted your love giving it to someone you knew you would never have a future with, just the way he did with Hannah. Of why you have never been able to give your sincere love to someone else.

Because we're so hopeful at the beginning of things, it seems that there is only one world to gain, nothing to lose, and suddenly, we lose someone whom God knew we deeply love, leaving us with nothing but a void where there must be a beating heart.

And that's when the applause dies down, the silence overwhelms you two, time runs out and life forces you to look into each other's eyes to wonder, without words, why you did the things you did and the things you didn't.

"I'm in love with you."

"Don't."

You say the words at the same time, although they are not the words you expect to hear from the other.

And then you smile sadly, slightly because you no longer have the strength, because your body seems numb from the little alcohol you have drunk and because it seems that the world is leaning to one side with his love confession, but you also smile because Tom still has that adorable face, and a funny eyebrow that you were dying to fix. Just for fun. Just to touch him.

"You're not in love with me, you're just sad about Hannah." You whisper, desperately waiting for the song you have loved for so long to come to an end so you can flee from his arms.

"No, you don't understand, now I can see that it's you, it's always been you." Tom hates himself because he can't put his feelings and his memories into words, but his hands secure you in your place so that you don't leave, not before he can tell you a little of what he was hiding in his mind. “Since we were children I held your hand: in kindergarten, on the way home, to the park around the corner. I don't know why it is now that I can see you, always there in every step of my life, being my best friend even when we said words to annoy each other. I don't know much about love, but I know that it should make you feel good, give you peace, and that's what I feel with you. I feel at home with you, no matter where we are. And we have been in several countries away from home, but you feel like my home. And I am in love with you, and I only ask that you give me the opportunity to love the way you deserve to be loved."

You have a world of words, sharp as a knife, that could kill his confession, but against all, and because this is the first time you feel in love, you lift your hand from his shoulder, a little shaky, to brush your thumb against his brow, soft, delicate and loving, as a lover should be when loving someone for the first time.

"I still hate you."

Tom smiles and you both share a look of hope, staying in the foreground, just to be a participant in the main scene of this beautiful love story that would only be the beginning of a long night in the bright sky of your lives, the one that is like a painting made of watercolors, colors that spill over each other just to create a perfect combination, just like you two together in the eyes of any art lover.

"Not me, no. I love you."

And after that, Tom leans down a bit, feeling the softness of your lips in a real kiss, the first of many to come.

@averyfosterthoughts @galaxies-of-the-heart @heartofholland

#tom holland imagine #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x actress!reader

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hookahmancer · 3 years

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Coldsteel: Hot and Cold Part 3

Sonic, Tails, Amy, and Knuckles are playing Mario Party as Amy gets salty saying everyone is targeting her because she's a girl. Sonic is winning and mutters "it's not cause you're A girl, it's cause you're low hanging fruit."

"What are you calling me ugly? Like I'm some rotted apple?"

A familiar crass voice says behind her "he's saying your weak"

Everyone looks and it's Shadow with his arms crossed exacerbated at their activities. Sonic jumps "What are YOU doing here Shadow? You come to fight?!"

"Unlike you, I don't waste my time with low skilled welps. You wouldn't be ready for a REAL danger with all this leisure activity."

Knuckles tells him to chill out and that he should play. Maybe pick Boo the ghost since he's all dark and brooding.

"I just came here to warn you about Coldsteel. He's up to something, I just don't know what." Sonic sits back down and grabs his controller.

"Oh is that all? That guy is even less of a threat than Eggmud..."

Tails interjects while playing still that Coldsteel is a cunning and ruthless guy, and his heart of gold only makes him more of a threat because he has passion and a motive behind his actions making him a superior villain. Sonic just mutters "are you still on that fanboy crap?"

Knuckles coughs and waves his hand. "Shadow put out that minty cigar or whatever you're smoking! It reaks! Shadow?"

Shadow isn't there and the smoke gets thicker where no-one can see what's in front of them. A hedgehog like figure emerges and grabs Amy who screams as the others realize they can't move or speak.

Unbeknownst to the others, her captor is Coldsteel. Who in her paralyzed state he ties to a chair.

"Nothing person-el kiddo. The paralysis should wear off soon... I just didn't want those losers getting in my way."

"What's this all about Coldsteel? Sonic is gonna destroy you when he finds me! Even a DNA test wouldn't be able to recognize you!"

"Oh wow it's already wearing off, that was fast..."

"That's right. I'm A strong, independent woman with an even stronger immune system!"

"Well, this ain't A controlled substance girly... I'll keep ya paralyzed as long as I have too to get what I want."

Amy blushes but pretends to oppose

"Wha...what?! Are you going to have your way with me?! But I'm Sonic's girl! I will scream until your ears bleed as you...ravage me like some sorta primitive Neanderthal!"

"...what?"

"I know a petite, sophisticated, WAY OUT OF YOUR LEAGUE girl like me must be irresistible to your savage instincts but when Sonic finds out you won't be going to normal bad guy jail. You'll be going to hardcore bad guy jail where like, subreddit mods go!"

"Nothing person-el kid, but no. I'm just gonna keep you here until the Stockholm syndrome kicks in."

"Oh...so I'm not good enough for you is that it?! You think I'm ugly too?! Well look at you, Barney the dinosaur looking ass mother fucker!"

Coldsteel has an annoyed bored look on his face and inhales his vape, breathing it over Amy's face to paralyze her again.

Meanwhile when the others come too Sonic goes running around looking for Amy before Knuckles and Tails can even say anything. Knuckles and Tails get in Tail's airplane to scout the skies for Sonic and see the blue blur heading toward Dr. Eggman's lair who is bossing around his robots to adjust this giant golden statue of him while he drinks lemonade and says "no no, over there! Stupid robots..." Sonic tackles Eggman and starts wailing on Eggman.

"Where is she?!" "What are you blathering about hedgehog?!" Sonic continues to pummel Eggman as Tails and Knuckles yell at Sonic to stop from afar. As Tails lands, Knuckles jumps out and pulls Sonic off of a crying and battered Eggman.

"Stop going Christian Bale on him Sonic, we know this had to be Coldsteel's doing!"

"Don't you think I know that?! But Eggturd here is the one pulling the strings!"

A tear of pain rolls down Eggman's swollen black eye as he turns to his side whimpering and pees himself.

"I somehow doubt that..."

As this goes on. Coldsteel is just sitting there glaring at Amy. Amy can talk again and snide remarks "you know... Kidnapping is a pretty serious crime! Those real super villains are just gonna love your Lilac color tone!"

"Well good thing you're not a kid huh?"

"I...you call everyone a...SONIIIIICCCCC"

He gets up furiously "What do you see in that dumb ass anyway?! I'm way cooler than he is!"

"Is that what this is about? Jealously?" "Kinda"

"People like Sonic because he's a kind, caring hedgehog who shows mercy even to those who don't deserve it."

Sonic is punching Eggman again "I know you did it! I know you did it!" Tails crying like the Simpson's meme "stop STOP! HE'S ALREADY DEAD!!!"

"He's also smart. He's like a Sherlock Holmes who can get to the bottom of an unsolvable mystery and have the answers to everything!"

Sonic puts down Eggman and says "Shadow!" Knuckles just mutters "Why would Shadow have warned us about Coldsteel if it was him?"

"And most of all he is selfless! He puts others before his own well being, especially his friends!"

Sonic shrugs and says "Enh, I never liked Amy much anyway..."

Amy glares into Coldsteel's eyes

"YOU are a petty little man who bullies everyone to get your way! You have no friends, and you suck as a villain! You're like..."

"What? Like Eggman?"

"Like Kevin..."

Dramatic music plays and lightning strikes. And Amy whispers

"Nothing person-el kid..." Coldsteel slaps her hard enough where she falls over still tied to the chair.

"Harder daddy!"

"What the fuck is wrong with this girl?"

The heroes are back home playing Mario Party without Amy and Tails sighs.

"It's not the same without Amy..." Sonic bored too responds

"You're right Tails. We need that fourth player... Your thumbs still work right Egghead?"

Sonic poking Eggman's nose with the controller while Eggman is in a full body cast muffling "I hate that hedgehog..."

Coldsteel sets Amy back up and she's still sassing

"Why do you even like me?!"

"I'm asking myself the same question..."

"You don't even know my name!"

"Yeah I do! It's, uhh..."

"You don't even know my name..."

"Sure I do! It's... Daisy?"

"No."

"Annie. Little Annie!" Coldsteel starts singing it's a hard knock life.

"I hate you."

The protagonists still playing and they just lay Eggman's controller on his chest, Knuckles says "maybe we should try harder to find Amy..."

Sonic tapping ferociously "She's fine..."

Coldsteel is in a scary clown mask revving up a chainsaw to her face "LOVE ME YA STUPID CUNT!"

"Learn my name ya stupid garbage person!"

Tails eating some chips "Amy could be in real danger..."

They're boxing and Amy knocks Coldsteel down in one blow reinacting Mohammad Ali's fight "WHAT'S MY NAME?!"

Knuckles goes to take a sip of soda, but stops before it reaches his lips when Shadow says "are you guys just gonna sit around and let this happen?"

Amy is singing Karaoke of Eminem "HI my name is, huh? My name is, who? My name is dikki dikki..." She puts the Mic up to Coldsteel's mouth

"Uhh... Tammy?" She pokes him in the eye with the Mic.

Shadow scolding these bunch of lollygaggers "Coldsteel is doing God knows what to your friend and you guys are just sitting around playing video games!"

Eggman is screaming under his bandages struggling and Shadow strips the mouth part so he can talk. "You fools do not have the faintest idea how serious this whole situation is! What those two are doing together is worse than any evil scheme I could come up with!"

Knuckles snorts "What? Some kind of fetish fanfic?"

"Worse echidna. CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT..."

"Arby. Omg your parents named you Arby's?! I love Arby's! We should get Arby's!"

Amy hits him in the face with her hammer.

"Oh my GOD how can you obsess over me when you won't even learn my name?! You're insufferable! How could anyone stand someone who is an obsessed little worm in a completely one-sided infatuation and tics all the cringe tropes of a gendered stereotype?! I...oh...oh no. I'm everything I hate..."

"Arby's? But the twisty fries..."

"NO NOT ARBY'S YOU MOUTH BREATHER."

Coldsteel's hiding place rumbles as Eggman's grounder robot drills from the bottom and Eggman, Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles jump out.

"Oh cool. Grindr! I remember you from the old animated..."

Eggman yells "Its grounder!"

The grounder robot says "naw naw, he's right... My date is just a block from here. Seeya boss." Grounder digs back down.

Sonic goes up to Amy "it's ok now Amy...you're safe."

"Don't touch me!" "What's gotten into you?!"

Eggman mutters "Coldsteel probably..." Tails, Knuckle, and Coldsteel do the black guys rap battle meme

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=TFdvfrWS7XQ

"What's gotten into me?! I have wasted too many nights pining over an ungrateful, selfish, egotistical toxic masculine man whom barely even notices I exist!"

"Why are we here again? Oh hey Amy..."

Coldsteel walks up and puts his arm around Amy sneering at Sonic

"Heh...nothing person-el kid!"

"And YOU... You are a reminder of why self care and confidence are so important! Did you honestly think if you just kept me here long enough I'd fall in love with you? You still don't know my name! You're like those dudes who send money to egirls but tell your friends you have a girlfriend!"

Eggman yells BETAAAA in the back like Jesse Lee

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=VRq4I1a1iVw

"I'm done with all hedgehogs. I don't wanna see any of you ever again. ESPECIALLY you Sonic!"

Amy just walks out. And Sonic says "geez what a bitch"

Coldsteel remarks "I hate to see her go, but I love to watch her leave..." Knuckles and and Eggman fist bump Coldsteel.

Everyone just decides to go home and Tails walking by Sonic

"So wait...does this mean Coldsteel never had any feelings for me?"

Eggman walks pass Tails "BETAAAA"

#sonicthehodgeheg #fanfic #sonic fan character

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otakuweek-blog · 6 years

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English lessons

Chapter one: food for thought

( S )

Beep! Beep! BEEP!

A loud noise was bursting my ear, I rolled over to try to find what was making my ears bleed. My arm reached over Towards the direction I thought the sound was coming from. I felt a smooth surface, I began to move my hand around to try to feel more of what I was touching. As I moved around, I felt smaller things, they were smooth or rough! It’s my desk...

As I come to a conclusion of what I was feeling, I turned around to dismissed my alarm clock, the culprit that was still making my ears shed blood.

I groaned as I pulled the covers over my face, my curly hair in my way getting into my eye a bit. I sat up from my bed and pulled the covers from my face ”Can’t I just have five more minutes?“ I whined trying to wake myself up.

I took a glance at my phone, 5:40,

“Oh crap..” I sighed as I sprung myself from my Comfy bed, “God I’m gonna miss you” I groaned walking out of my bedroom and into the bathroom. “I wonder what’s the plan today?” I work at a translation company called ” Let's Talk ” its where the employees are skilled in translating in a language they are fluent in. I myself am fluent in English, Spanish, and Korean! Though we don't really get many cases for Korean translators. I began my usual morning routine, starting off by brushing my teeth, then washing my face, then finally getting my rats nest that I call

” Hair ” into a bun. I walk back into my bedroom to find my work clothes and get dressed for work. After searching through the trash dump of my room, I find my white blouse and black jeans. I hurry as the company opens at 7:00 and it’s 6:45, I grab my shoes and rush out the door completely forgetting breakfast, but it’s just the morning I’ll eat later.

I guess I should tell you who I am huh? I’m Sasha, Sasha Striker. I’m 28 and I don’t really like where I’m going in life, I know, I know that sounds sad but it’s not. I’m just not happy. I guess you can say depressed? Unhopeful? I don’t know, and I really don’t care. I mean what’s there to look forward too? Money? I good income, friends? Meh, I don’t like people, good health? I’m 100% already in good shape, other than my chubby thighs. Love? Maybe In my next life.

You may ask why shouldn’t I be happy? It looks like I have everything in order, so what’s there to complain about? Well, that’s it, I ’m not having fun, there’s not anything to want, nothing to need, nothing to be happy for. I wish this to change, but how? Do I work harder? Try to change me? Is it god testing me? Again, I don’t know. But what I do know is I have work in 5 minutes.

( N )

I ran my fingers through my hair trying to slick it upwards, fit my hair into a ponytail, then using my comb pressing it down trying to form some sort of style It looks... decent at least, Taking hairspray and coating my head with the strong fumes.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

My phone.

I ran into the next room to collect it, picking it up to see who’s calling me. It’s just a text message, “Be ready to be picked up in 15 minutes, I’ll tell you your schedule when I see you“ great, now I have to hurry. I groan making my way back to my bathroom, fitting into a nice jumper and a pair of Levi jeans, Slipping on simple converse and putting on a face mask to cover my mouth and nose.

I take an apple on my way out of the door, taking a loud bite and slamming my door shut and locking it. It’s a little cold, “Glad I wearing a jacket“ I said to myself, pulling up my hoodie.

BEEP! BEEP!

I look up seeing a black car pulling up, my ride. I jump in taking the last bite of the apple then throwing it away. “Good Morning“ I said pulling the seat beat around of waist and locking it. “Morning, Miss Lee “ the driver responds pulling out of the driveway.

I guess it’s my turn to tell you who I am, well I’m Lee Eun Ae, I’m an idol. I sing, dance and act sexy for a living just to eat and to keep a ruff over my head. It’s a nice gig I guess, I mean I love hearing thousands of fans screaming my name, the lights and the stage become my own, I feel like I’m a goddess! But there are times I wish I could just vanish, just go away and never be bothered again. There are rules I have to fallow being a young female idol.

Rule 1, don’t do anything that will hurt your body, so no drinking and making yourself look like a fool, no smoking and ruining your body, no tattoos and painting your body and so on and so forth.

I had one tattoo on my back left shoulder, so when I was a trainee they wanted to laser it off, but I rejected saying that I would just keep it covered. That Company didn’t corroborate so I had to move to the next.

Rule 2, no messing around, no bringing anyone to your home, hotel room, and so on. Rather it is a friend, lover, or fan no exceptions.

Being single is a major turn on for young girls and guys, they feel like they have a chance of getting with you. Rather than be for a one night stand or marriage.

Rule 3, keep your fans interested, if the fans think you're getting a little chubby, starve your self till they love you again, if the fans want more sexual songs, you take off your shirt for a fucking music video and shake your ass till they go wild.

Simple you just keep them happy, not so hard to do. I guess.

In Korea, the standers of beauty are unbelievable, if your a female idol, you must be, skinny, have long hair, soft skin, and a perfect height. If your a male idol, you must be skinny, have slinky hair, soft skin, strong muscles and the perfect Amount of sex appeal. In America, if you have a muffin top or curves your more likely to get praised for being “ Thick “ but in Korean idols, your shamed for being fat and lazy.

The world is fast to shame others, rather it is for what they weigh, what they like, who they like and for even who they are. The world is just, in my eyes, a filthy place to live. But we have no choice to, so, we make do and make this filthy place a paradise, having fun and living trying to find there reason to get up in the morning.

“We’re here,“ the driver says snapping me back to the world.

“Thanks, make sure you get something to eat“ I say opening the door and stepping out looking up at the big Company building, S.I Inter-prices. “You too kid, I know you didn’t just think I would see you eat half an apple and expect me not to say anything“ the driver yelled back at me, I laughed and slammed the door behind me walking up towards the company building.

Walking through the big glass doors I sigh seeing my manager running Towards me, I began to walk to the elevator and as he catches up to me. “Morning, Mr. Lou“ I said with a stern tone hitting the button, ready to hear what crazy scheduled I have for today.

“Today you have a recording for your next comeback, then dance practice from 8:00 am till 1 pm then we have a meeting about your world tour coming up in a month at 2 pm,“ Mr. Lou said trying to get me to Listen. I just kept nodding my head as I stepped into the elevator, and he fallowed as the doors closed he went on with my scheduled. I groaned twisting my neck trying to crack it, “Did you not sleep well?“ My manager asked, “Ya, I’m just not awake yet“ I answered rubbing my neck. “Well, wake up, we have lots to do today“ he snapped as the doors flew open for us to walk out.

( S )

“I’m dyin “ my co-worker moaned complaining about her work, “Well what do you have?“ I laugh trying to amuse her.

“I have a French paper to translate for a patient of mine, it needs to be done in 45 minutes and I’m not even halfway done” she wines, leading back in her chair trying to stretch a bit. “Well stop complaining to me and FINISH. YOUR. WORK.” I said while clapping my hands trying to get her to focus.

She sticks her tongue out at me then spins back to her computer. “Amy, can I speak with Sasha for a minute?“ we both turn to see our boss, Mr, Drew. the head of our company. “Of course! I was just bothering her for a minute“ Amy said then shut her mouth tightly and looks back at me. I get up from desk fallowing my boss into his office, it’s silver, big and cold. Filled with photos of paintings and of his family. His desk sitting in the middle of it all with a big open window behind his back.

“Yes?“ I say trying to break the silence in the air. “I talked to four different people in our company about a patient, but I think your the best for the job“ he states looking me straight into your eyes, telling me he’s not lying. I breathe in and out, trying to calm myself, I can feel my anxiety taking over even though he only said one simple thing. “And what may that job be?“

“A Korean translator“ he smiles. I froze, “a Korean translator?“ I repeated in shock. “Yes, a company in Korea found our company, saw our data, and see that we are no joke, and wishes for a Korean translator and teacher“ he states waking in front of his desk. “A teacher too? Is there anything else?” I laugh, “Sorry, your right, I should have explained everything“

He Walks back or to his desk and pulls out a small thin yellow file then walks over to me, placing it in my hand. “Take this home, look over the patients file and decide tonight whether or not to take the job“ he walks over to his desk once Again and dismisses me. “It pays 300 each time you translate for them and 800 each English lesson“ he says while I’m halfway out of the door.

He smiles. “Just food for thought“

#awbw #blasiancouple #blasian #lovestory #truelove #lesbain #anxitey #depression #smut #forbidden love #breaking rules #kpop #kpopidols #idols #singer

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I have seen that 'story' go around a lot and I still don't know what it is. WHAT is My Immortal??

Ok buddy get yourself comfortable cause this is gonna be a long one:

Let’s go all the way back to 2006, when the internet was just becoming a thing to young people. Back when a majority of the websites we know today were either just starting out or just starting to pick up in popularity, including fanfiction.net. A lot of fanfictions had already filled the archives, both bad and good, but one fanfiction in particular caught people’s attention almost immediately. And it was ‘My Immortal’ by “Tara Gilesbie”, or ‘XXXbloodyrists666XXX’ as was her username on the website. Supposedly taking place in the world of Harry Potter, this particular fanfic gets to a point where, had it not been for the actual characters’ names being present, you can’t really tell what it’s supposed to be referencing as it has very little acknowledgement of the source material’s canon. The story’s main focus is “Tara’s” self-insert OC, Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way. Also known as Enoby, Egogy, Evony, Ibony, or just Tara. To anyone who has only heard of ‘My Immortal’, it just sounds like your typical run of the mill “mary sue” fanfiction. But what made ‘My Immortal’ stand above the rest were three things: the butchered grammar, the author’s seemingly obsession with the gothic subculture, and the mary sue herself.

The grammar is terrible, there is just no other way to put it. “Tara” had a very distinct way of writing, which was better exemplified in her ‘author’s notes’, her little thoughts that she always puts at the very beginning of each chapter or sometimes at the end. And other times in the middle of her story, to either talk back to the ‘flamerz’, go on about how much she loves a band she mentioned, or point out a pun she made. And it all greatly resembles someone sending a text message:

“AN: STOP flaming! if u flam it menz ur a prep or a posr! Da only reson Dumbledeor swor is coz he had a hedache ok an on tup of dat he wuz mad at dem 4 having sexx! PS im nut updating umtil I get five good revoiws!”

That kind of style is present throughout the whole story. Granted the actual chapters have better spelling, but the way it’s put together is all the same. And it actually worsens the further it goes to the near point of illegibility. In fact, legend has it that the story’s grammar was apparently so bad that fanfiction.net deleted it due to the sudden drop of intelligence on the site. No one knows if that’s true, most likely not as that seems like quite a stretch. However, it was actually deleted, perhaps by Tara herself, though she later reposted it.

But the real kicker is exactly how the fanfic interprets the source material. Hogwarts is no longer a school of wizardry divided by bestowed houses, but is now a more high school-based setting where everyone is divided by cliques, though only three are present. Goths, preps, and posers:

•Goths are the good kids. They’re the only ones who understand this dark and depressing world better than anyone else, and shows their individuality by shopping at Hot Topic together and listening to the same exact bands. They’re also half vampires for some reason. And they’re all part of Slytherin even if they’re originally from another house in the actual story.

•Preps are the mean kids. They just like, totally don’t understand goths so they’re like so mean to them and call them scary and stuff. They’re all just bitchy and are like totally jealous of the goths and only shop at stores like American Eagle and only listen to crappy music like Hilary Duff. And all those stupid preps are in Gryffindor.

•Posers are just goth wannabes who listen to Avril Lavigne and probably don’t even know who Good Charlotte is. What houses are they even in, no one knows and no one gives a shit. They’re mostly there just to show the reader what being goth is really all about.

And above them all is the only true goth, the queen of Mary Sues herself, Ebony. Now the definition of what makes a “mary sue” has been drastically skewed over the years, and probably shouldn’t even be relevant anymore, but if you at the very least want a true-to-heart example, Ebony is the way to go. Tara’s obsession with being goth is greatly reflected in this character. She loves bands like My Chemical Romance, Good Charlotte, Simple Plan, and Evanescence (who wrote the song ‘My Immortal’ which this fanfic is named after). She shops at Hot Topic and wears the type of clothing that any 13 year old goth wishes they could. In fact, Ebony’s outfits are always described in great detail and takes up to almost paragraphs in every chapter:

“For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow.”

And trust me when I say they only get longer. It isn’t just the outfit descriptions though, the whole entire story is written in Ebony’s favor. Like a Hot Topic being in Hogsmede despite it being a nonmagical store (not to mention being an american chain) and a club where Ebony’s favorite bands just happen to be playing concerts in despite being muggle bands. And how cutting, underage drinking, and smoking is glamorized as being “dark” and “beautiful” and has no repercussions whatsoever. And how there’s no uniforms so Ebony can show off her over the top wardrobe.

Since Ebony is the main character and this is a fanfiction, all of Tara’s favorite characters from the Harry Potter world are Ebony’s gothic friends and accompany her in Slytherin, even if they’re canonly in other houses as I’ve mentioned previously. And all of Tara’s hated characters are Ebony’s enemies, and are depicted as either nasty preps or a bunch of posers that belong in Gryffindor. It doesn’t stop there though, as all the male characters have a thing for Ebony because she is just so sexy and looks exactly like Amy Lee. But Ebony only focuses on her two main love interests, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, who now goes by Vampire Potter because he likes the taste of human blood.

This is all just the very basics of the fanfiction, there are plenty of more absurdities you’ll stumble upon the further you read. Like Voldemort and the Death Eaters disguising themselves as My Chemical Romance, Snape video taping Ebony taking a bath, characters from different sources making cameos like Marty Mcfly, the list goes on.

But what truly, TRULY made ‘My Immortal’ such a phenomenon is that no one knew if it was legit. There were two sides to how people felt about it, those who thought it was a real story and Tara at the time was another young angsty teen who had just been introduced to the internet (which would explain the terrible grammar and botched sex scenes), and those who thought the story was one big joke written by a genius troll who made Tara up as a persona, which was extremely plausible since everything about the story was so wrong and completely blown out of proportion that there was no possible way someone could’ve come up with it and been completely serious. But people on the other side have argued that they’d have a very, VERY dedicated troll.

One of the biggest factors to their argument was Tara’s friend Raven, who not only had her own OC named Willow that was featured in the story, but also had a helping hand in writing it. She even had her own fanfiction.net account called ‘bloodytearz666’. Raven was Tara’s creative filter, as she was in charge of spelling and grammar and came up with some plot points in the story. At least until chapter 16 when the two apparently had a falling out and Tara killed off Willow, but later brought Willow back as an apology. So this troll would’ve had to not only make Tara, but also make Raven as a means to support their persona, unless Raven was created by a second troll. But both of those trolls would’ve had to write other stories pre and post ‘My Immortal’, as well as manage several social media accounts, which is a whole lot of effort just for the sake of making a joke.

Since the story was made, many people have come forward claiming they are the mysterious Tara, with promises of more material and continuations of the infamous story. So no one knew for sure who Tara is or her whereabouts. Until now.

After years and years of shrouded mystery, “Tara” has finally logged back into her more than decade old account and revealed herself to be Rose Christo. As it turns out, she co-wrote ‘My Immortal’ with Raven, who was actually a real person and her friend, during a very hard time in her life. And it wasn’t for a reason most might have thought. She revealed that she purposely made it as bad as possible so she could gain enough publicity to find her younger brother that she had been separated from.

She even wrote a memoir about it that is set to be published in 2018, which you can read about here.

You can also read the fanfiction itself if you’re interested here. Even if it did turn out to be a fake, it’s still a very humorous read, and very interesting since we now know its backstory.

EDIT: So as it turns out the whole thing with Rose was a hoax and the real Tara is still out there. Waiting, longing, in a dark alley with her hand stretched out so that I may one day shake it.

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hyunwoo-archive · 7 years

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OH since we're on the topic of pairs what are ur top 5???? mx pairings everyone so tight knit with each other tho i love a family? you can talk about why too!!! oh but don't push urself too hard rest well and i love u!!!

god ,,, thank u anonsus i really wept 4 twenty minutes when i saw this ask .. ur doing gods work

firstable ... ur so right ...... mx literally redefined family ? u can tell everyone is so Close nd tight w each other like ,,, there really is never a Dull moment w anyone paired together there’s always a super interesting dynamic nd like wow ,,,, god i love mx nd their family dynamics :-(

moving on though .... my top 5 .... god this is gonna b hard .

1. showheon - honestly ive been in such a big showheon mood just bc i’ve realized how whipped they are for each other . nd its not even a new thing too ?? shownu’s always hanging out w jooheon nd he loves 2 mess around w him nd jooheon brings out such a playful side of shownu out ... its real cute . like shownu ,,, he rly goes nd looks @ jooheon like he hung the stars or w/e nd like ! bich ! i agree ! jooheon rly did !!!!! nd they have this like ,,,, like fhkjas jooheon can probably read shownu’s mind thats how close they are ... theyre both just very much in sync w each other nd its ,,, me in the distance in tears: :-((

2. joohyuk - liSTEN ! this ship ! is god tier ! if i wasnt the Biggest showheon stan joohyuk would really be my number one !!!!!!! have u seen how affectionate minhyuk is with jooheon !!!! jooheon rly moved from being minhyuks thirst crush to his in love crush like ,,, minhyuk every single day: wow im in love with lee jooheon ... secondable like ,,,, jooheon is so in lov w minhyuk too ... u remember them at soribada nd he sat in minhyuks lap ??? nd plus he compliments minhyuk so much too !!!! he rly never misses a chance to do so nd hes so encouraging of minhyuk esp rapper minhyuk have u ever seen a vlive where jooheon doesnt encourage minhyuk 2 throw down some sick bars ? exactly .

3. hyungnu - another fave ....... listen theyre so underrated but like ?? i feel like they work in a very physical way . both aren’t rly people who talk a lot nd they tend to express through their actions nd its always interesting to see them interact ? esp in fansigns ,,,,, one i can remember is shownu wanting to help hyungwon look prettier in the flower hat but accidentally hurting him .. nd one i watched recently is they were at an award show nd there was confetti nd hyungwon couldnt catch one but like literally,,, w/o speaking,,, shownu goes to catch one for him like ??? there’s never much communication that mbbs can listen to but just paying attention 2 how they interact u can see its very close . theyre v close nd it Melts my heart :-(

4. kihyuk - its time i exposed myself as a kihyukie .... amy actually introduced kihyuk to me nd its been a downhill ride ever since . they both are very contrasting personalities but it works ??? theyre literally so close nd have this explosive dynamic of arguing nd teasing each other thats always rly fun to watch ? nd kihyun ,,, literally never misses a chance to mention minhyuk ?? theyre rly best friends ??? there was an interview (i think it was japanese ??) nd kihyun was asked abt perfume nd he immediately mentions minhyuk nd i feel like that plays well into their dynamic .... like ... kihyun,,,, cares a lot for minhyuk . nd vice versa as well ?? i feel like they rly are so so so close as best friends nd have this ,,,, as amy said once, “im the only one who can insult u” attitude with each other .... its cute :-(

5. nd last but not least,,, showho . honestly showho keeps me So Damn Dry but also ? let me talk abt them . theyre honestly ..... one of my most favorite ships just bc they have this super interesting dynamic ?? as the oldest members, they both have a sense of responsibility to the group nd wonho trusts shownu so much as their leader which i really respect ?? for members who are similar in age, theyre very different in how they show their sensitivity nd i feel like shownu is tuned well to wonho nd knows how 2 comfort him :-( plus,,, they hav a bond tight enough that wonho confidently can say shownu will get a matching tattoo with him. nd wonho even called shownu an angel .... nd used his real name .... thats a nut . whenever they use each other’s real names .....

also this got so so long but im so happy u asked me this !!!! thank u !!!!!!!!

#i love u too !!!!! i'll b sure to rest well since i hav some time :-)) !!!!!#anonymous #reply

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Code Blue - Ch. 14 "Skeletons in the Closet"

Summary: Lee feels his only friend now is the bottle. He gets a call and explains the damage he caused and accidentally reveals something. Josie has a tantalizing dream. Orlando shocks the hell out of her and she lets him know how much. Lee sees an angelic vision, a real one this time. Another moment is shared. Josie meets a potential new landlord as she searches for her own place, but a secret lies beneath. Josie asks Lee out. A secret is revealed to the readers.

*Warnings* language, smut, angst, alcohol use, drug injection, drug mentions, mentions of death

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Chapter characters: Lee, Josie, Amy, Orlando, Megan, Craig, Mystery Person

Salem, Massachusetts

February 24, 2023

Dash had went home just after midnight when his mom got off her shift at the hospital and Lee wasted no time finishing off the bottle of whiskey that you had been drinking earlier that evening. He had hoped you would at least text him to let him know you made it home alright but you didn't, so he reached out to Amy to find out since you wouldn't reply to him. Amy told him that you wouldn't respond to her either so she called Margaret who then confirmed you had came home and been in your room all night. This relieved Lee but made him hurt even more for you. When he told Amy about his father, she immediately called him.

"Hey Ames."

She heard it in his voice. The emotional pain and the slurring due to his drinking.

"Lee…honey I am so sorry about your dad! I had no idea. Are you alright? You don't sound so hot."

"Well now, that's because I'm not. I have lost everything…my son, my brother, my dad, my job, my best friend and now Jo."

"Jo? What happened Lee? That girl is crazy about you. I was there when she read your letter."

"Well if that were true, she certainly isn't anymore because I ruined it. I pushed her too hard and too fast and she couldn't get away from me fast enough. Everything was going so good this afternoon and then it just wasn't. I don't know what set her off, possibly my neighbor that I slept with one lousy drunken time years ago after Jacob died and I don't think Jo liked her very well when she came over."

"Wait what? This girl came over and Josie met her? and…you told Josie about that??"

"I needed to. I could tell she wanted to know and suspected it. Angel isn't exactly inconspicuous about how she feels....and then she asked me to watch her kid...I should have said no."

"She asked you that after you had just lost your father? Wow...bold isn't she. I know who Angel is Lee, I work here too remember? Sometimes, you're just too nice you know that?"

"Apparently, cause look where it's gotten me. Maybe I should just be an asshole and finish off alienating everyone and become a fucking hermit."

"Or maybe stop drinking Lee."

"Ok, I don't need this shit from you too Amy. I have a mother...I mean had."

"Lee...stop wallowing and feeling sorry for yourself and try to fix whatever happened. I know Josie very well, and the girl has got it bad for you. Go to her tomorrow when you're cleaned up and tell her how you feel."

"And what, push her even further away? I have caused irreparable damage already. Like that time with Jess that Jo saw...she made it known that it still hurts her...and now Jo knows that my sculpture was of her...and we were watching sappy love story movies and that upset her too, saying she don't believe in love like that and I asked her why and she said it's all fiction which is why she writes about it and then she was drinking and..."

"Lee, slow down, you're rambling. Now wait, you sculpted Josie?"

He paused for a minute and closed his eyes, picturing your face.

"Yeah....she is so beautiful Amy. I couldn't help myself. I have never sculpted anyone before....but Jo broke it that night when she, and I quote, saw me devouring Jess' mouth. I thought it was she realized it was of herself but found out tonight she didn't know, so I am sure that freaked her the hell out too. I've scared her off Amy. Plain and simple. One minute we were dancing, and I was singing to her and then she started crying and told me I needed to slow down...and I don't know how to...I have never been in love before and I..."

All Lee could hear was Amy squeal in delight, so loud he had to hold the phone away from his ear.

"EEEEEE!! Oh my god Lee, you love her?"

"Now that I'm deaf, I suggest you become deaf too and pretend you didn't hear what I stupidly just said. You CANNOT tell her I said that. She cannot know, that would put the nail in the coffin, if it already isn't. I already I told her I wished for on 11:11 which she told me once before not to reveal what I wished for or it wouldn't come true, so I fucked that up too."

"Of course I am not going to tell her. That's not my place, it's yours...but I am willing to bet money that she feels the same way about you....give her some time and space...she'll come around. I guarantee she won't be able to stay away from you."

Amy knew that you loved him too because you admitted it after you read his letter, but as she had said, it's not her place to tell.

"I'm not strong enough to stay away from her either Amy. How can I try and make this better if you say to give her space and time? What if she decides she don't want this...or me? I can't deal with this right now...Amy I need to go..."

"Lee just wait and....Lee?"

He hung up and cranked up his music, then poured another shot of whiskey. It was now 1:15 and he about choked on his drink when a song played. I Need You Now by Lady Antebellum. Lee never used to believe in signs but after everything he had seen with his own eyes in the past three weeks, he was now a believer.

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He began looking through your Facebook photos while listening to the song, fighting off every urge to call you. Staring at the front door, he imagined you walking in like you did that morning...but this time it was into his arms, telling him you loved him so much and kissing him. He then came across a public post you made an hour ago.

"One moment...can change who we are, what we see, how we think and feel forever. One moment...when a definitive line can be drawn between everything in our lives which came before it and after it....He was my moment..."

Lee must have read it a dozen times until his vision was too impaired by booze and tears to see the words anymore, so instead, he stared at your profile picture.

"And you were mine.....still are." he whispered and then soon after, he laid his head down and fell asleep on the kitchen table.

You had tossed and turned all nights with dreams of Lee and had a very erotic one just before waking up. He was lying beside you in your bed, naked with the blanket covering his lower half. His fingertips were gliding up your leg just like you had imagined him doing while you were at his house as he fondled your ankle. He then moved himself between your legs and gazed into your eyes as you held his face. He glanced down between your spread legs, then brought his eyes back to yours.

"What would you like me to do?" he asked in a deep sensuous tone.

Your thumb traced over his pouty perspired lips.

"This. I want to feel your breath, your warmth inside me."

He formed an alluring smile and began to kiss your inner thigh. As his mouth almost made it to your aching entrance, you gasped and pulled his head up, making him look at you as you panted.

"Lee....I....I love you."

His pupils reacted and widened, so much so that you could see your reflection in them.

He resumed his trail down your thigh with his supple lips as you ran your fingers through his feathery hair.

"My Jo...let me show you how much I love you too my sweet girl."

His voice was so deep, so loving and filled with desperation to pleasure you.

You whimpered loudly as he kissed your protruding bud and then ran his hot tongue up through your slick folds and back down to your entrance. Without warning, he plunged his tongue inside of you and swirled it about, sending you head flinging backwards and your hips pushing into him.

Beep beep beep beep beep. 7 am. Your alarm went off, startling you awake as you were intensely orgasming. You grabbed your pillow and buried your face into it moaning and gasping, rocking your hips through the insane pulsating pleasure....and then you just laid there and cried, wishing it had been real. You could still smell him on your hands from the night before.

You immediately sat up and checked your phone to see if Lee had texted or called, but he hadn't....but there was a notification on your Facebook icon. Upon clicking on it, it went to the status you made last night, which was public so anyone could comment....and someone did...Lee. It simply said "And you were mine. Still are."

You dropped your phone and threw your hands over your face, bawling as his name whimpered out of your mouth. You got up, dried your eyes and went downstairs to eat some breakfast so you had some energy for your skating class. As you galloped down the stairs, you came to a dead halt as you saw two pairs of shoes by the front door....and couldn't believe your eyes as to whom you saw in the living room, sleeping on the couch.

Megan...laying on Orlando's lap.

"What in thee fuck!?" you blurted out, scaring them both awake.

Megan laughed. "Oh no, it's not what it looks like..."

"It never is.." you snarked with an astonished smirk upon your face as you walked towards them both.

"We just went out and had a few drinks last night and he was too drunk to drive so I let him stay here. What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is you went after yet another man who WAS important to me." you reeled as you glared at Orlando.

"Josie, please let me explain.." Orlando finally chimed in.

"There is nothing to explain. Both of you get out of my house right now! before my mother comes down and has a heart attack at this disgusting sight!"

"It's not just your house Josie. I'm moving back in. Mom said I could."

"Oh, well how fucking lovely. I will be finding my own place then, but for now, get out before I kick both of your ass's!"

Megan ran out the back way and Orlando tried to go to the front door where his shoes were.

"No! You are not going out the front door at 7 in the fucking morning for all the world to see of my sister's half naked screw of the week!"

"Josie, I just need to get my shoes and then I'll go out the back." he said as he gently pushed his way to the doorway.

"How dare you...how dare you come into MY HOUSE and fornicate with my slut of a sister on my mother's couch!"

"You have got it all wrong Josie, if you would just listen instead of acting like a crazy person for one minute!"

Slap...the hit he had worried about receiving the other night, he finally unexpectedly got as you smacked him right across the face.

"What, listen to more of your lies??! How could you do this with her of all people after what she did?!"

"Jesus Josie, will you calm the fuck down and listen to me?"

"You cannot be serious right now? Listen to you about what Orlando? It don't even matter if you screwed her or not, it's the fact that you're even associating with the little witch! I'm sure she got your number out of my phone that night...and you just happily accepted to go out with her for some kind of sick and twisted revenge on me when I did nothing to you...tell me, am I getting hot?"

"Ok...fine...yeah, that's what happened....well except for fucking her... SO? You don't get to tell me who I can and cannot see....and why do you even care?"

"Yeah you're right, I don't care...but I do when it's in my own house. You got a lot of fucking nerve Dr. Bloom. Speaking of doctors, did you even know your so called best friend's father died yesterday??"

"W..what?"

"Yeah...Lee...remember him? The guy you've been friends with since high school but now won't speak to over something YOU did? The guy who's been going through nothing but pure hell lately? You're a real piece of work. I actually had believed you were a good guy and that you cared about him. Boy did you have us both fooled. I don't want to hear any more from your repulsive mouth. Get the hell out of my house now before I call the cops."

"Jo? What's going on down there?" your mom called from upstairs.

"Get out of here now!" you whispered through clenched teeth.

"Josie...I'm sorr..."

"Get out!" you cried.

Orlando's eyes teared up as he grabbed his shoes and took off out the back.

"Nothing mom, it was absolutely nothing." you called back to her as you watched Orlando from the window get in his car and leave.

Now you were just too fumed to eat, so you went upstairs, took your shower and headed out.

All the way to the skating rink, you cried. You wanted out of that house now if Megan was going to be staying there indefinitely. You just wanted to go to Lee's instead, but you knew you couldn't right now.

You got inside and put on your skates to do your warm up on the ice before the kids got there and let some steam off. You chose a song that seemed fitting to work your frustrations out too and off you went.

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Little did you know that Lee was watching you. When the song ended, you saw him. You skated over to him and did a snowplow stop at the entrance way he stood in.

"What are you doing here?" you asked in complete shock.

"I...wanted to see you skate....and to my amazement, the girl that falls over a divot in my yard, glides and twirls like an angel on the ice."

"Well...I told you I could skate better than I could walk." you lightly smiled and went to sit down.

"Do you mind if I sit with you for a minute? I promise, I won't stay long. I have to go handle dad's arrangements soon."

"Sure."

"Great song choice by the way. Adam Lambert is a very underrated singer."

"Yeah..I always choose a song I can relate to. It helps me focus."

Lee knew that was a pun towards him. "Jo...I...I just wanted to apologize for freaking you out or whatever it was that I did and.."

"No...Lee..." you sighed. "You know the saying, it's me not you? Well...it's true. You did nothing wrong and...I'm the one who's sorry. I acted like such a petulant child. I was actually going to call you this morning, but I woke up to quite the surprise."

Of course you instantly thought of your dream of him, but there was no way in hell you were going to tell him about that.

"Oh...you mean...my comment on your post that I saw this morning but don't remember doing. Jo...I'm sorry. I was drinking...and I know I shouldn't have been...I.."

"Lee...you don't owe me any explanations about your choices. Who am I to judge you? I drink sometimes too, and over indulge a lot at times just as you do....I actually was not referring to that though...I found...you're never gonna believe this...Orlando and my freaking sister asleep on the couch from going out drinking the night before."

"Ummm what??"

"Yeah, I know right?"

"Needless to say, I was ready to kill them both and Orlando took the bunt of my wrath on his face."

"Ohhh ouch. You didn't?" he chuckled.

"I did. I would have given Megan one too but she scurried off like the coward she is. I'll deal with her later. Can you believe the nerve of them both? To come to my house and do whatever is they did on my mother's couch?

"Yeah I...uh..got a text from him this morning sending his condolences about my dad."

"Yeah...well he didn't even know until I told him and I tore him a new asshole for being a shitty fake ass friend to you."

"You...did that for me?"

"Of course I did, because it's true. You know, I thought he was so great, the way he took care of you and stayed by your side...until I found out his hidden agenda...and then, to get back at me, he frolics around with the town tramp that's unfortunately related to me. They both claim they didn't sleep together but whatever. He shouldn't even have been around her after what she did to you."

"To us...and yeah, you're right. that's pretty fucked up. He failed to mention all of that when he texted."

"Of course he did. Can we not talk about him anymore? It makes my skin crawl picturing the two of them on the couch like that....How are you doing? Are you ok Lee?"

"Yeah Jo...I am now........I wanted to ask you something. Jo...when the funeral date is set...would...you be willing to go with me? I mean, I totally understand if you don't want..."

"Yes."

"Y..yes? You will? Really?"

"Of course I will Lee. I wanna be there for you. I know how much you're hurting and I would never want you to go through that alone. Thank you...for asking me...after the way I treated you last night. I'm so ashamed."

"Jo..no. Don't be. You're going through things too and I...I pushed you too hard. I swear, it won't happen again. Just please...don't disappear. I'm so afraid that you will."

"I told you once that I wouldn't leave you, and I know that I broke that promise last night...and your heart....but...god I'm so sorry Lee. I just get in my head sometimes, over such mundane things."

"Jo...if something hurts you, it hurts you. There's nothing mundane about it....and if it hurts you...it hurts me."

There it was again...another moment between you both where you just stared at each other.

Another interruption occurred as kids could be heard in the other room.

"Well, I guess that's your que."

"Yes, I think so." you laughed.

"Hey...do you mind if I stay and watch for a bit before I have to go? I promise I'll be quiet and not shout out cheers for you and stuff."

"Ha ha. Sure. Suit yourself. You won't see much but the kids practicing. I'll see you later, ok?"

"Oh and hey. You're amazing, you know." he shouted and laughed.

"Yeah well so are you I guess!" you laughed back and walked out.

Lee was so smitten with you in that moment, just as he was in any other one, but just a little bit more this time.

He stayed for about thirty minutes just watching you talk and laugh with the young girls, stealing glances from you from time to time as you both smiled at each other. He could have sat there all day and taken your beauty in, but he needed to get going. He stood up and waved to you, then blew a kiss. You acted as if you caught it and laughed, then he smiled sweetly and left.

After you left the rink, you spent the day looking for an apartment. There was no way you were going to stay in a house with Megan long term. It would be nice to have a place of your own anyways, so maybe Lee could spend time with you there instead of always at his place....that is...if things came to that....and you very much wanted it to regardless of your fears and insecurities. Now that you had met him, you couldn't imagine a world without him.

You ended up calling a number that was posted outside of a nice lake front loft in a complex that you unintentionally found close to Lee's lake house. A man answered and said he had time for you to come look at it, so you did.

Up the stairs you went to the number he told you. You knocked and the same man's voice shouted over the music to come in. This certainly could not be the place, you thought as you entered to see a loft full of art and paint all over the room...and a man with short dark hair and glasses sitting at a desk deep in thought as a paint brush stroked about in his paint stained hand that was full of silver rings. The classic rock music was so loud, you had no idea how he had heard you at the door.

"Uhh...Hi?" you said but now he strangely didn't hear you.

"Hello!" you shouted.

The scraggly haired man with striking blue eyes and a scruffy short beard looked up over the top of his glasses as if he had never seen a woman before or possibly had even recognized you, yet you had never seen him before in your life.

He then stood up and went to turn the music down, poured himself a glass of wine and came over to you.

"Umm..Josie right? We just spoke on the phone?"

Dear god, this man reminded you of Jason, tall, muscular and wearing a black tee shirt. Even his hair was similar...and his bright blue eyes were almost a match as well. The only difference was his beard, jewelry and....accent. New Zealand maybe? You had to giggle inside that he wore black leather pants that were covered in paint. Overall though, he was a gorgeous man who had good taste in music.

"Hold on a minute sweetheart, let me change my shirt."

He went into the restroom and then came out with a black long sleeved knit and combed hair. You giggled again that he was worried about his shirt when it was his pants that were corroded in chemicals.

"Hi...Sorry bout that. I wasn't expecting you to show up so quickly. I promise, I don't always look like the canvas itself." he smiled as he pointed to one of his pieces that leaned against the wall. "My name is Craig...and youuuu are miss...March?"

'Ohh. That's fine...and yes...Josie March...but just Josie is fine."

"Alright then just Josie. So you are interested in the loft I have for rent?"

"Umm, yes but...this...isn't it...is it?"

The man chuckled and took a sip of his wine. "No my dear, this is my art studio and I have my own personal loft behind it. The one you would like to see is down the hall. Follow me."

He politely opened the door for you and then led you to a door about 25 feet away.

'After you."

He opened the door and followed you inside. It was perfect. Like a studio apartment but much bigger. Everything was in one room except for the bathroom. A kitchen and dining area, living room and a bedroom.

After a few minutes of looking everything over, you made your decision.

"I'll take it....that is if you want to rent it to me. I have references and all that stuff."

"Not necessary. I get the feeling you're good for payment and you don't look like the type that's going to rob me blind and trash the place. I've had too many of those to easily recognize the good, the bad and the ugly. It's yours if you want it."

"Really? O..ok. Thank you...so much."

"Alright then, come with me."

You followed him back to his man cave and went over the payment details and then handed him a check.

"Alright just Josie. When the check clears, I'll give you a call and you can come move in any time after that. Just stop by here and I'll give you the keys."

"Sounds good. Thank you Mr.....?"

"Parker...but you can call me Craig."

"Ok. Um..Thank you...Craig. Hope to hear from you soon."

"You're very welcome just Josie."

He stood holding your check and smiled as you left.

"Jo March....what are the odds of you showing up here? Just what is it that you know....." he muttered to himself.

You were so excited and the only person you wanted to tell was Lee, so you stopped by his place on your way home to start packing, and to break the news to your mother. It's not like you would be far, and you would come visit her all the time....but you needed this. To be on your own and although it wasn't planned, you got the shove you needed to do it.

You went racing up to his door and then stopped to take a breath because every time you knew you would be near him, the butterflies made you dizzy. Slowly, you walked in. He was sitting in the dining room and the look on his face told you he was beyond elated to see you.

"Sorry for just barging in, I just really needed to see you and thought maybe we could go do that lunch, well it would be dinner now, or if it's not a good time, I can go..." you rambled in your nervous state that he always put you in.

He said nothing and came right to you and did what his face said he was dying to do...took you in his arms.

You both stood quietly for a minute as he laid his mouth on top of your head. His warm breath circulated through your hair and his heartbeat raced against your ear.

"Lee...what's wrong, are you alright?" you asked as he held you so tight.

"I...I saw him Jo...I saw my dad."

You arched your head back quickly. "You saw him? Here?"

"Oh...no...I meant at the funeral home today. I went there to make his arrangements after I had stopped at the home to wrap up the financial stuff and gather his things.....He..looked so peaceful. I talked to him for a little while and held his hand...and then I came here and have just been sitting at that train set ever since. The locomotive I gave him for his birthday, I brought back and put it back on the Jacob's set, wanting to turn it on...but I...I just couldn't....Jo...I'm so glad you're here."

You squeezed him extra tight and now both of your hearts were pounding against each others.

"Me too...I am so sorry Lee. I hate it that you're hurting so much. We don't have to go out tonight."

"No, nonsense. I would love to go out with you, and get the hell out of here for awhile. Fixing this place up is dragging on and dragging me down...besides...you said you needed to see me so there must be a reason unless you just couldn't stay away from me." he grinned as he peered down at you.

You giggled shyly. "Both....annnnd...." You smiled and began lightly jumping up and down in his arms. "I got my own place today!"

"Oh my god Jo, that's great. I'm so happy for you. Well then there's a reason to go out after all, to celebrate....you can tell me all about the place then."

"Really? Ok! First, I need to go home and shower and change...I have been running all day since the rink and..."

"Jo Jo...you really don't know just how beautiful you really are do you?"

His fingertips softly stroked your cheek as another moment was happening. You could see it in his eyes that he wanted to kiss you and god did you want him to....until your car alarm went off.

You both ran to the front porch and watched a cat haul ass off of your hood. You threw your arms in the air.

"I..I give up. I give up!" you laughed sarcastically and shut the alarm off. "Come pick me up in an hour. You can meet my mom."

His face fell flat and his eyes widened as he gulped. "W..w..what? You...want me to meet your mother? Jo...after how I showed up that day at your house...I doubt that it's a good idea..."

"Lee...relax. She didn't even witness any of it...and so what if she had? It will be fine..."

"Is that code for...here, hold my beer?" he chuckled.

"Ha ha. I'll see you soon then?" you said as you put your coat on and began to walk down the steps.

"So...is this a date?" he said with a sly grin.

You turned and stared at his precious face...then ran back up to him, and held a soft kiss on his cheek right beside his lips, then placed you hand on his cheek and smiled.

"It is..."

As Lee watched you drive off, the smell of your cherry chapstick flowed up his nose and he could feel the slight stickiness of it on his skin. He closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh as he held his nerve racked stomach, then went inside to get ready.

Craig headed down to the basement of his complex where there were two other units besides his and the one you would rent that were both upstairs. He then sat down and spoke to someone.

"How's it going my friend. I'm unusually early, but there's been an unusual occurrence. It seems we have a new...tenant. At first, I thought it could be a major problem, because...well...I find it quite odd that this person shows up here of all places looking for an apartment, which concerns me as to what they know....Now on the other hand, it could be a plus, because a close eye can be kept on the resident."

A man sat in a wheelchair, unbound and clearly drugged, wearing a sweatshirt with the hood up and a mask that covered his mouth and nose. Upon hearing this news, he became unsettled and tried to get up, but failed as he was too weak.

"Now, now, there's no reason to panic. The person is quite harmless...at this point until I can further assess the situation, that's why I allowed them to stay here.

"N...no...not..the plan..." the masked man muttered and kept trying to get up.

"Are you really going to make me keep drugging you? Because it seems to be the only option at this point to keep you safe....Damn it..."

Craig got up and brought in the nurse who resided in the other unit down the hall.

"Give him a full dose." he ordered.

She did as she was told and injected the hooded man with a very large needle full of ketamine, otherwise known as special k. His arm was already bruised from several other doses.

"You bring this on yourself. I am trying to protect you...and this seems to be the only drug that will keep your hard headed ass sedated since it's used on horses. I know this was not the plan you had, but what does it matter? You're still dead to the world and dead to those who want you dead. How long have we known each other huh? Have I ever steered you wrong? If you go out there half cocked to seek revenge on the Jerome family or any of the other ones now, instead of waiting for the right moment, you won't be only merely dead, you'll be most sincerely dead. If I hadn't intervened, that's what you'd be. You knew that hit was coming and I know you planned for this to go a lot differently....but now, we have bigger problems."

"One of those being the new out of the blue arrival and it makes me wonder how much you told this person....that being of one Jo March...."

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