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lousypotatoes · 22 days

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90 years ago...

Soft jazz music played in the dimly lit club. People all around were dancing, drinking, and laughing.

At the bar, stood a woman, taking a long drag off her cigarette, waiting for her date. She wore a green flapper dress, white satin gloves, and had the most beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes.

"This gent better hurry up," she muttered, taking another drag off her cigarette.

"Can I get you anything, miss?" the bartender asked.

"Just a little martini please," you said, keeping your eyes on the door.

"Right away, miss,"

As the bartender made her martini, she looked around the club, seeing people dance and having her fun with their friends.

'I wish I had people like that,' she thought.

"Here's your martini miss," the bartender said, snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Thank you sir," she said, pulling out some dollar bills out of her purse and placing them on the counter.

"Apologies for the delay, Gloria," said a voice. She turned her head and saw her date walking towards her. "I hope it didn't cause you any inconvenience, darling."

"It weren't no bother, Edward," she said, a fake smile on her face. "I already ordered from the speakeasy, hope you don't mind."

"I don't mind one bit, sweetheart," Edward said, looking her up and down. "You're looking mighty fine this evening,"

Her eye twitched. She hated men like this. "Why thank you," she said. "It took me quite a while to get all dolled up like this."

"It surely was worth the effort," he said, licking his lips. "Care for another round, Gloria?"

"No thank you," she said chuckling. "I haven't even polished off my first one yet,"

"Suit yourself, darling," he said. "Hey barkeep, mind pourin' me some whiskey?"

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"Care to dance?" Edward slurred, finishing his sixth glass of whiskey. She could smell the alcohol on his breath. "I promise I won't bite, doll,"

She bit the inside of her cheek. She really hated having to deal with people like this, but it was her job, and she couldn't turn the money it offered.

"Ain't no harm in it, I suppose," she said, putting down her glass. "I'm a little bit rusty when it comes to dancin'."

"No worries sugar. As long as I'm tanglin' with you, I'm alright," Edward said, grabbing her arm. "Say, I could show you a thing or two," he said suggestively.

She had to hold back a laugh. Men like this really were simple creatures. "If you play your cards right, who knows what might unfold," she said, winking at him.

This caused Edward to smirk. "Alright then, let's see what the night brings us, shall we?"

"We shall,"

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After two hours of dancing, talking, and drinking, all that she learned about Edward was that he was self absorbed asshole. He never asked her about herself, instead just talking about how much sex he'd had.

"The dough better be worth puttin' up with this jerk," she muttered, as they swayed on the dancefloor, their bodies pressed up against each other.

"What's that, sweetheart?"

"I reckon it's high time we go back to your place," she got on her tip toes and whispered in his ear seductively. "Don't ya think, Ed?"

"It's about time you asked, darling," he said, squeezing her ass. "You'd be downright stunning with all those threads off."

"Sounds like a plan," she said, removing herself from his grip. "Let's blow this joint,"

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"Oh Ed," you panted, your back up against the alley wall. "Shouldn't we wait till we get to your pad?"

"I've been waitin' all night already," he growled, nipping at your neck. "Ain't waiting no more."

"That's what I was hopin' for," she said.

"What's that supposed to mean, doll?" he said, still nipping at your neck.

BANG!

With a scream of pain, Edward slumped onto her, but she just pushed him off her and onto the ground.

"Men like you, they turn my stomach, see," she said, polishing off her gun with her dress. "Ain't that a hoot? You really thought I was into you."

Edward was writhing in pain. He tried to get up, but she just kicked him back down.

"Who-" he sputtered, blood coming out of his mouth. "Who- Who the hell are you?"

"Well, I'm not Gloria, that's for certain," she smirked, putting her finger back on the trigger. "I'd sure love to stick around I chat, but unfortunately, I cannot.

She aimed the gun at his head. "It's been a real pleasure knowin' ya, Edward."

"Wait! Please don't sho-"

BANG!

Edward's head lolled to the side, his eyes lifeless.

"Serves ya right, you filthy pervert," she said, putting her gun back into the strap under her dress.

She moved Edwards body further down the alley. Nobody would find him till morning.

"Damn! He got blood all over my new shoes," she said, walking out of the alley. "Guess I'll have to get them cleaned proper."

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The walk home was uneventful, besides men hitting on her. She felt very calm and at peace.

Everybody in town knew her as the sweetheart who owned the most popular flower shop in New Orleans. "Oh, if only they knew," she said to herself, giggling as she opened the door to the 'Employees Only' room to her flower shop.

Stepping inside, she heard the barking off her Yorkie. "Honey!" she exclaimed, scooping up the dog in her arms. "Oh, I missed you so much, my love!"

She put her back down on the couch and went over and turned on the radio. "We'll go home as soon as finish some work up." she said to the snoring dog, as she carefully took out her blue contact lenses, revealing E/C eyes.

The phone started to ring, walking over to answer it, she took off her blonde wig and set it on her big, oak desk.

"This is Y/N, to whom am I speakin' to?" she asked, ruffling her fingers through her H/C hair.

"This is Winston," a deep voice said. "Did you off him?"

"Well that all hinges on you, Mr. Winston," she said, sitting down. "You got the dough?"

"Yeah, I got the dough,"

"How much?"

"One thousand,"

"Wonderful!" she exclaimed. "Let's rendezvous at Broussard's at noon tomorrow. Does that work for you?"

"I suppose so yes,"

"Marvelous! Till then, Mr. Winston," she said, as she hung up the phone.

She didn't like the song that was playing on the radio. Picking up the phone once again, she dialed the radio station number.

"You've reached Alastor Altruist!" said the voice at the other side of the line. "To whom do I have the pleasure of speakin' to at this late hour?"

"The names Y/N," she said into the phone. "It's a pleasure to meet you sir."

"What a beautiful name you have, Y/N," he said, making her smile. "The pleasure's all mine, I assure you."

"I was hopin' I could put in a request for a song?" she asked. "If it's no trouble, of course."

"Why it's no trouble at all, my dear!" he exclaimed. "What's on your mind?"

"Singin' In The Rain by Cliff Edwards," she said, "It's a wonderful song."

"It's a real classic, ain't it?" he said. "You'll be hearin' it right after this song,"

"Thank you so much," she gushed.

"You're quite welcome, dear," Alastor said. "Have a good night, Y/N."

"You as well, Alastor," she said, hanging up the phone.

There was something about each other's voice that the both of them enjoyed. They both hoped they would hear it more often.

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I really wish I was in hell with him right now :(

xoxo, Izzy

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crazyk-imagine · 3 months

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Baby plus Comments meets Horny Boyfriend

Pairing: Luke Dunphy x Girlfriend!reader

Characters: Luke Dunphy, Girlfriend!reader, Manny Delgado, Gloria Delgado-Pritchett, Jay Pritchett, Claire Dunphy, Phil Dunphy, Haley Dunphy, Alex Dunphy, Mitchell Pritchett, Cameron Tucker, Joe Pritchett

Warnings: Fluff, boys being boys, Manny and Luke being idiots, reader being a sweetheart, characters being potentially ooc, Luke gets jealous easily, Luke is a horny little shit, Phil is still the same nonchalant dad and we love him, mentions of Phil trying to do his magic

Word Count: 404

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Alex exits the room, and their comments are idiotic per usual. You glance back at the two. "You're both idiots."

Manny nearly gasps, drawing his inner Gloria energy. "I'm offended you would put me in the same category as your boyfriend."

You nearly roll your eyes. "Did either of you notice Joe was in the car with us or outside the door messing with one of your plants?"

Manny and Luke turn to one another, the latter shrugs.

"No, right? That's why Alex was saying those things, not because she's sending mixed signals, it's because your little brother slash young uncle is adorable." You smile, holding your hand out for him. "Come on, baby Joe."

You turn back towards the two once you get the youngin in your arms. "Now, if you'll excuse me, someone needs to clean himself up before his mama comes up here and sees the dirt."

Your boyfriend pouts. "Why does he get your attention?"

You glance back at Luke, "get a baby and maybe you'll be cute."

He smirks, taking a step towards you. "Oh my- Luke no. I'm not going to have a baby with you."

You two turn and see everyone's attention on your conversation. "Oh, great."

"It's not like I made everyone look at us."

You narrow your eyes at him.

"Ay, what happened to Joe?" Gloria asks, seeing how dirty her son is.

"He decided to take a deep dive into one of the plants upstairs. So, I was going to see what I could clean up before determining if he needs a bath yet or not."

"That's so nice of you, thank you."

"Mr. Dunphy?"

"How many times have I told you to call me, Phil?"

"When I'm not mad at your son, we'll talk."

"But your never not mad at him."

You thin your lips, raise your brows, and tilt your head as if to say I told you so.

He sighs, looking up at his son. "Luke?"

The teen avoids making eye contact with anyone.

"He needs to go out and do something with himself."

"Ah, I got it. He needs to practice his magic."

An evil smirk dances across your lips. "Exactly. See you, baby."

"Wait- no." His shoulders slump as your figure disappears into the bathroom.

"Really, Luke? Here of all places?" Claire shakes her head.

He shrugs, "what can I say? She's hot."

Haley and Alex roll their eyes.

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z-and-the-space-child · 6 months

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Some midnight burger headcannons: -Caspar says his favourite drink is black coffee. It’s really instant hot chocolate.

leif just. Borrows other peoples clothes, to their dismay.

(Gloria: Leif. That’s my skirt.

Leif: Sorry. My normal tradesmens clothes got a little...out of this current timeline, and I needed to patch this light before the diner re-opens.

Gloria: We won't have a diner to re-open if I don't have a clean uniform to wear. Can't you borrow someone elses clothes?

Leif: Caspar's pants don't fit me and Ava's not really my style...also last time i took her blazer without asking she tasered in my sleep

Ava (from her booth): and I will do it again!)

-Ava has strong feelings about string theory. It would have been invented when she was a teenager. When she was working on her 1st or 2nd PhD it was getting really popular in both scientific and popular culture. She kind of thinks of it with the same awe and grief(well, she doesn't really grieve much) as a young childhood pet or hobby you just couldn't get into despite how cool it sounded. Oh, the potential.

- gloria did debate and outreach in highschool. she originally started volunteering just to fill the mandatory hours, but she loved it so much she kept racking them up without turning them in.

-gloria also, eventually gets caspar a sleeping arrangement that isn't "behind the counter". i'm thinking bunk beds.

(Caspar: Just for the record, gloria, I think this is a waste of space. and time. and whatever other frames of reference we've got out here.

Gloria: I don't care if you use it or not. As your boss, I need to know you have somewhere to sleep. Just give it a try, okay?"

Caspar: ...fine)

-Sometimes, physicists have people help them out with their math. sometimes its mathematicians, sometimes its other scientists. Leif sometimes needs help with his math. Ava, however, never needs help with hers.

Gloria isn't a gamer, but she is strangely good at video games. Put her in front of any game, and she immediately knows what to do and how to win. Her favourite game to win is any legend of zelda because she likes the noises Link makes and also thinks it's nice to see an unassuming little guy become the chosen one, while at the same time lamenting how young and unexperienced he is. (Gloria: I'm just saying! He's just a little guy, he really doesn't deserve all this. That's a lot of pressure to put on a kid. He doesn't even know what to do with the sword half time time. Caspar: So, you're saying he was tossed into some dangerous situation without knowing what was coming, huh? Gloria: Exactly! Caspar: So you're saying we're Link. Gloria: What? Caspar: We're Link from the Legend of Zelda. We didn't choose this, but we're forced to stick with it to work for better things. Hopefully. Gloria: Huh, I guess we are.)

Effie and zebulon own a lot of quilted things. their comforter, their pillows...they have many quilts around their house, strewn on the sofa, etc.

Effie also uses terms of endearment (dear, honey, sweetheart, etc) on the diner staff. very rarely though, when Max Comfort or Max Parent Mode is needed.

Laundry gets done in the dishwasher. You're not supposed to be able to put clothes in the dishwasher, but theirs is modified (either by Leif of by midnight burger magic) to be able to wash clothes. there's a clothesline on the roof where they dry their clothes if there's not too much of a risk or radiation signature.

#midnight burger #fiction podcasts #mb #headcanon

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prazinos · 1 year

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I Adore You.

Summary ~ You and Joel had been separated for 10 years and can't keep your hands off him when you see each other again.

WARNINGS ! ~ Female!Reader | Oral {F} | PiV | Touch starved reader and Joel | Reader ain't had sex in 10 years poor girl | makeout | Joel being sappy | Cowgirl position {Agent Whiskey Reference?} | Joel dirty talking

Joel miller was something else. You couldn't get enough of his scruffy beard, dark eyes and brooding face.

You were nothing but his neighbour.

Well, not anymore. After a glass of wine or two you were confessing how you had always found him attractive, and the fantasies that had conjured in your mind.

That's how you found yourself tangled with him in the sheets. And that wouldn't be the first.

You started 'officially' dating about a week after that.

And then four years of pure bliss. His daughter loved you, and you loved her. Everything felt so right.

But then the outbreak hit. Joel was out, had to pick Tommy up. So you stayed back to make sure that Sarah wasn't home alone.

And everything went to hell.

Sarah was shot, you and Joel got split up. You didn't know what the fuck you were gonna do.

Fast forward around ten years and you live in a bit of a society. Nothing glamorous for sure, but it was home.

You had a little flower shop, nothing fancy, more of a shack with a painted sign.

People thought you were crazy for it. But you saw it as an opportunity for other people. You wanted people to still be able to find love. Something that was cruelly taken from you.

And people loved it, you had multiple people a day coming in to buy flowers from you to give to another person in the society; it always warmed your heart.

You hadn't fucked anyone since Joel. You were still hopelessly in love with him. But there had been plenty of nights with your hand down your pants imagining your fingers were his.

'Y/N! Y/N! Guess what!' Gloria said skipping over to your little shop (shack).

'What's up?' you asked giving a bouquet of tulips to a customer.

'Newcomers! We haven't had some in months! And, and, I heard they're moving next door to you! They said they weren't staying long but oh my god!' Gloria said practically bouncing off the walls.

You smiled at her, she was always so full of energy.

'What're their names?'

'I don't know, I only saw them. Good God the guy was hot though. Older than us by a good few years but Jesus I would've jumped his bones if I had the chance' Gloria said leaning against the shack.

You just laughed, cutting the end of stems off some roses.

'I'll make sure to visit them this afternoon and try and set you up' you giggled.

Then, Gloria was off. Practically skipping with excitement.

You finally got home for the day, holding a pot with a sunflower in it.

You walked up to the door next to yours, the unoccupied one that is, and knocked on the door.

It swung open a few seconds later, a girl standing before you, young, maybe 14-15?

'Uh hi' she said skeptically.

'Hi, I'm your new neighbour I guess, I bought a little house warming present' you said extending the flowerpot towards her.

Thankfully she smiled and invited you in for coffee.

'How long you been here?' The girl, Ellie, asked.

'Maybe five years? I can barely remember' you replied, coffee mug in hand and standing near the fridge. 'You here with your dad?' you continue.

'Something like that, family but not family' Ellie shrugged, washing her now empty coffee. 'He's not here right now, should be back soon though'

You both heard the door open, 'speak of the devil' she said, placing the cup down on the busted drying rack.

You didn't peak around the corner of the wall, blocking your view to the front door. Not wanting to seem desperate to meet the guy.

You heard heavy footsteps on the old wood floors, and then you saw the figure come around the corner.

You dropped your mug, it shattering to the ground. Joel.

Joel's eyes widened as soon as he saw you 'sweetheart' he said breathlessly.

you were frozen. Tears streaming down your face.

'Do you guys know each other?' Ellie asked, breaking the silence.

Joel nodded slightly, still just as shocked as you were.

'I'm gonna go look around, give you guys some space' Ellie said walking out the kitchen and out the door.

As soon as you heard it shut, Joel strode forward and enveloped you in a bear crushing hug. You cried silently into his shoulder.

'I know baby, it's okay' he whispered into your hair.

You looked up at him, stroking the scruffy beard you loved so much.

He smiled down at you, tears flooding his eyes. He leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss.

Immediately you moaned into his mouth, missing how whenever his lips were on yours, all your senses were full of him.

Joel started moving you, directing you towards to bedroom.

He pushed you gently down onto the (crappy) mattress. And started kissing down your jawline and neck.

You grabbed at his shirt and lifted it off him; allowing him to do the same to you.

'Fuck I missed you' he moaned, leaning down to mouth at your bra clad breasts.

God you missed his voice when he gets like this, it soaks your panties and causes you to arch your back slightly.

Joel moves down and unbuttons your jeans, stripping them off your legs.

'Fuck, you've soaked through your panties darlin''.

you mewled at his words, bucking your hips up to his face; he pulled your panties off and you watched as he licked his lips, staring at your glistening cunt.

He leans forward and licks a broad stripe up your slit; moaning at the taste as you groan and buck your hips.

'Fuck me, nearly forgot how good you tasted baby doll'

your hips bucked up into Joel's face, his strong forearm coming to pin your hips down.

He continued to devour you, licking and sucking on your cunt.

Jesus Christ you missed this; his tongue feels like a gift from God.

Your hands reached down and into Joel's messy hair. tugging on it softly.

'You can pull harder than that baby, I know you can' Joel smiled at you before diving back into your cunt.

You then felt two thick fingers plunge into your hole. Your back arches off the bed and you pull Joel's face further into you.

'Joel-fuck! I'm gonna-ohmygod-I'm gonna cum!' you moan.

Joel doubles his efforts his fingers curling upwards into the spot that makes you see stars, triggering your orgasm almost immediately.

'Joel! Joel fuck!' you mewled as his fingers guided you through your orgasm.

You felt the mattress dip and Joel was kissing you again, you felt the bulge in his pants bump your clit and you gasped against his mouth.

You mustered all the strength you could and rolled the two of you over; you unclipped your bra and threw it across the room. You unbuckled Joel's belt and he lifted his hips so you could pull them off.

You practically ripped off Joel's boxers and spat in your hand; you grasped his cock and stroked it a few times before hovering over it.

You aligned your cunt with his cock and sunk down slowly. Moaning out at the pleasurable sting the stretch gave you.

Joel groaned underneath you, almost a growl. His hands digging into your hips; surely leaving crescent shaped marks in their wake.

'You're so tight holy shit' Joel said, resisting the urge to buck his hips into you.

'Haven't-fuck, haven't slept with anyone since you' you moaned, starting to move on his cock.

'Oh fuck, I fucking adore you' he moaned.

You lifted your hips, slamming them back down; Joel almost whimpering.

You started bouncing hard on his cock and he rutted his hips up into you as you sank down each time.

Your head was thrown back and your cunt was getting wetter with each moan Joel let out.

You loved how desperate he sounded underneath you. Clearly missing this as much as you. Maybe even more.

You reached down to rub at your clit, before Joel slapped your hand away; and just as you were going to whine he started rubbing tight circles into your clit.

You moaned and your cunt squeezed around Joel's cock and he thrusted upwards into you.

'I'm so close baby' Joel moaned; you nodded, nearly coming just from his voice.

Your cunt fluttered around Joel's dick as your orgasm came over you.

'That's it honey, fucking milk my cock' Joel said as your rode him through your orgasm.

He thrusted up into you a few more times before you felt his come spill inside of you and drip down your thighs.

You caught your breath momentarily before climbing off him, wincing at the slight overstimulation.

You went to lay next to him and he pulled the covers over the two of you.

Your head was rested on his chest, and you listened to the rhythmic beat of his heart; before he spoke, 'I meant what I said'

'hm?'

'I adore you'

HI BOZOS!!! This ones a bit short again but goodness gracious the chokehold that Pedro Pascal has over me. Anyway hoped you like ittt

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upsidedownwithsteve · 2 years

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Promptober: Day Twenty Two

Eddie Munson x fem!reader 975 words.

You knew it was raining before you opened your eyes, before you even really woke up. The downpour outside created a dull roar on the trailer’s tin roof, not much light coming in from the cracks in the curtains despite it being almost eight in the morning.

You shifted, sheets slipping, the cold from outside nipping at your exposed skin and you grumbled. You sought out the warmth you knew was nearby, rolling lazily into the body next to yours. Bare skin, hot to touch, a mess of tangled curls on the pillow.

You shuffled until you could wedge yourself under an arm, the black ink outlines seeming even darker in the low light and the boy grunted as he stretched, barely coming to as he moved for you.

Eddie flipped onto his back, held his arm out for you and you both smiled as you pushed yourself onto his chest, cheek to his heart, your cold hand seeking warmth at the crook of his neck. He hissed, cringed at your touch before he grabbed at your fingers, bringing them to his mouth to huff over, all warm air and sleepy affection.

“Time’s it?” He asked, eyes still closed as he settled himself back into the pillows, pulling the sheets around you both as he tucked you closer into his arms.

“Still early,” you mumbled, “but I don’t think the market will be on today. Don’t need to get up anytime soon.”

The wash of rain was still a constant, a soothing white noise above Eddie’s bed and the rest of the trailer was quiet, Wayne long gone to work and there was a soft hum from the refrigerator, a louder, harder dripdripdrip from the leaking pipe outside the bathroom window.

Eddie hummed, curling into you as he pushed his nose to your cheek, pressed a sleepy kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Sounds pretty wet.”

You snorted, eyes fluttering with the pull of sleep once more now that the boy had surrounded you in warmth and the smell of leftover cologne, a little smoky, a little spicy. Your hand traced the legs of the tattoo on his chest, spider legs creeping across the skin in a way that you’d grown to love.

“It does,” you agreed. “Wanted to visit Gloria’s stall though, she said she had some new books coming in.” You pouted, a little disappointed in the change of tour Saturday plans. “Guess I’ll have to wait.”

“Y’know I’d drive you over to Burket if you wanted to visit the bookstore, right?” Eddie murmured, his hand pushing its way up the inside of your shirt. His shirt. “I don’t mind, sweetheart.”

You smiled, both at the offer and the feeling of his wide palm smoothing across your back. Guitar string scars caught at you a little rough, grazed across your spine and made you shiver.

“I know,” you told him, because you did. Eddie would do anything for you. “But I can wait until next weekend, thank you, though.”

You punctuated your appreciation with a kiss, nose nudged at his chin so he knew to duck his head down for you, lips slanting over his softly. The kiss matched the rain outside, slow, soft, constant like the thrum of a heartbeat.

“We could just stay here all day instead,” you suggested, a whisper and a grin against Eddie's mouth. You felt him smile back, lashed tickling your own as he finally opened his eyes. “If you want.”

“Do I wanna stay in bed with you all day?” Eddie drawled, “What kind of question is that?”

You squeaked, laughing out in a sharp burst as the boy suddenly grabbed at your waist and rolled you both, manhandling you until you were on top of him. You sat up, hands pressed to his chest and your legs on either side of his hips and Eddie looked up at you as if you were the sun appearing on the world's gloomiest day.

“‘Course I do,” he tutted, hands grabbing at the soft of your thighs, thumbs pushed to the crease of your leg. “Could stay here all week with you.”

“You’d get all achy,” you commented mildly, but Eddie was beckoning you down to him, fingers catching your chin, squishing your cheeks together into a soft poutfor him to kiss.

“Would be worth it,” he sighed, almost dreamlike, dramatic as usual. It made you grin. “Lovin’ on you all day? Rain on the roof? Your clothes on my floor?”

You snorted, letting the boy run his hands up your sides, big hands cupping at you, a thumb grazing over an already peaked nipple as he grinned, wolfishly. His curls were splayed around him on the pillow, eyes still hazy from sleep, his cheeks flushed from the way you were sitting on him.

You softened at the sight, wriggling against him just to make him gasp for you, a pretty little noise that made your toes curl and you were surprised you heard it over the din of the rain outside.

“Yeah?” You asked, voice honey, sticky with sweetness for him. “I like the sound of that.”

Eddie hummed, content, a hand in your hair, coaxing you to him, mouthing at the line of your jaw as you sighed.

“Could just kiss you ‘til the rain stops,” he murmured, lips warm on your cheek, a thumb ghosting over the curve of your breast.

“Don’t think it’s gonna let up,” you replied and god, you didn’t sound all that disappointed by it.

Eddie moved to peel your shirt off, letting it drop somewhere off the side of the bed. He gazed at your bed mussed hair, your mouth that was rosy and swollen from his kiss, the way your eyes shone like his.

“Oh no,” he deadpanned, mouth curling into a smile, an almost smirk. “How awful.”

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otteranha · 1 year

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It was fine that his parents were spending some time at home. It was fine that his friends couldn’t come over, couldn’t gather there and be together where he could watch over them all under one roof. It was fine that they were wedging themselves back into his life. It was their house. They were his parents. They had certain rights, certain obligations. It was fine.

Until it wasn’t.

If asked to describe how she handled the delicate situation of explaining to her son that she had seen his new girlfriend passionately kissing another girl, Gloria Harrington would have used the word “kind”. Not many others would.

“I couldn’t not tell you sweetheart, it wouldn’t be right!”

“And did you have to tell him too?” Steve hissed, not looking directly at his father but unable to look fully away from him either.

“Husbands and wives shouldn’t have secrets from each other,” Richard Harrington said. The absolute hypocrisy made Steve’s head swim. Mr. Harrington slapped his son’s arm. “Don’t be embarrassed. I know what my boy’s made of, if anyone could’ve straightened her out,” he laughed, “I’m sure you gave it the old college try.”

“Don’t.”

Mrs. Harrington cleared her throat primly. “This is very upsetting to all of us. You know how much we want you to find a nice girl. Now darling, when you speak to the Buckleys do you want us to go with you? I know it won’t be pleasant but if you need, we’ll be behind you every step of the way.”

Steve stared at his hands. He’d had to see a hand specialist in August after Starcourt to take off a couple of fingernails that the Russians had cracked too badly to heal. He’d gone alone. Afterwards, Robin had spruced his hair for him for a week until the bandages came off. She did the typing and let him shuffle tapes around the shelves with his fat mummified fingers. She tied his goddamn shoes. She managed the tv remote (although she still did that last bit for less than saintly reasons). She was behind him. Beside him. Every step.

There was no persuading them. Steve had spent almost twenty years losing arguments to their unshakable superiority. They would not be moved by pity, as a favor to him out of love for his soulmate. Steve remembered the look of disgust on his father’s face at Steve’s red-rimmed eyes after Nancy dumped him. His own pain was no use to him when bargaining with his parents. They could not be bribed or blackmailed or bullied, not by him.

If he was going to stop them from doing this, there was only one way. "Give me a minute, I need a drink of water.” “You need a drink of something,” his father’s voice followed him.

Steve padded to his room and back and his heart felt as deep and quiet as his socked feet on the plush carpet.

“I think we should call the school, don’t you?” his mother asked his father.

Steve came back into the living room with the bat.

part 2

#stranger things au #Steve Harrington’s bad parents #steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic stobin #dark steve harrington #steve harrington has bad parents #part 2 maybe?#steve harrington hides a body #and somebody might just see him #we shall see #qpr stobin

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sage-green-matcha · 10 months

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MAROON - ETHAN LANDRY PT. 5 🍷🥀🔪

“Sobbing with your head in your hands. Ain’t that the way, shit always ends?” - Taylor Swift

Content includes: mentions of death and blood!!

PT. 1 of Maroon | PT. 2 of Maroon | PT. 3 of Maroon |

PT. 4 of Maroon |

Ethan's jacket was draped across your shoulders, you and Mindy resting on each other with matching tear stains on your faces. You couldn't stop thinking about it, mostly Ethan. You couldn't get the image out of your head. He was gone, and you had to accept that. The only thing that remained of him was his jacket and the blood stains on your body. You weren't able to get it off, no matter how hard you rubbed. You found it odd, maybe he had some type of special blood. But with the past attack, a simple rub with your fingers and it was mostly gone. Not Ethan's. It bled into your skin.

For the past 9 hours, all you could hear were police sirens, cops chatting away as they carried out Ethan's body bag. You wanted to throw up, maybe even kill yourself right then and there.

It had been hours since you last saw him. You could feel his hair in your hands, the feel of his lips. You two had become so close in such a short matter of time. For him to just be ripped away wasn't fair.

You looked up as you saw Quinn walking over. You had made it very clear to everyone that you would be harassing the fuck out of her all day. You knew she had something to do with it. Quinn doesn't just leave for a guy in the middle of the day.

She looked around confused, walking over to you. "Y/n..." you pulled the jacket off you, grabbing her with all your strength against the car.

"Where the fuck were you? I know you don't just leave for a man in the middle of the day...you had something to do with this, didn't you?" "Y/n what the Fuck!? I was with Gloria and Lilly all afternoon, and why the fuck would I want this to happen to you all? What even happened?" "Quinn! You disappear and Ethan fucking dies!" Her face dropped with sorry, tears forming in her eyes. "You can call them and confirm..." You let out a defeated sigh, letting her drop against the car.

You had cried too much today, yet the tears never stopped. It's like you had an unlimited amount. "Hey...hey it's okay" Tara rubbed your back, "You're at the top of our list" Mindy made it clear to Quinn, she was the top suspect. "I'm gonna go check up on Ani again, wanna come?" "Yea..." you wiped your eyes, attempting to pull yourself together before it all crumbled again. Gale, really?

"Y/n, sweetheart are you alright? I came as soon as I heard?" Her prissy voice triggered you. She was well dressed in her usual business attire, this was probably another interview she wanted you to do. "Don't call me that" You pulled away from her touch, Sam standing up for you as she got closer.

"Gale, I swear to god" "Truce okay? I'm here for whatever you need" "yea, okay nice try" Sam scoffed, you and Tara looking at her with disgust. "Really! I am....okay fine off the record okay?" You glanced at each other, a small sigh escaping your lips. "Okay...thank you" Sam swallowed bitterly.

"I'm...sorry that I punched you" Tara shrugged. "No you're not" Gale shook her head. "I'm not" Tara agreed. "You're the cop right?" Bailey nodded. She went on to explain about she did some digging on the Crane case, finding something she thought you all would find interesting.

"I know where the masks are coming from" "Show us" you spoke. "Ladies..." you glanced at the lady. "Kirby?" You and Gale's confusion mixed. "Hey, Y/n...sorry about Ethan kiddo" she rubbed the side of your arm. "And...Gale!" she half smiled.

"She's with the FBI" Sam cleared the air and it all made more sense to you. "She's a Child, when did they start letting children into the FBI?" "Gale.." you nudged her side, signaling her to shut her mouth. "I'm 30" Kirby smiled. "Well, you look like a zygote" You held back a smile. "I have a gun, Gale" "Okay, fine. You'll wanna see this too"

You gathered everyone together, leaving the scene to follow Gale. "Y/n...I'm really sorry for always pointing the finger at Ethan" "I know you are" "No, I mean it. You saved Anika and I don't know what I would do without the two of you, thank you" You just smiled with a shrug, bumping Into Sam's back once she stopped. "Where are we?"

"Jason and Gregg were little Atlanta rich boys, apparently they used fake names to rent this place out" "How did you find it?" You asked, Kirby, wondering the same thing. "It's called investigative journalism for a reason" She looked at Kirby, their tension making everyone uncomfortable.

"And how didn't you find it? Weren't you tracking them?" "I went through their financial records dozens of times and this was not in any of them. It doesn't make sense" she scoffed. "Don't worry, I'm just really good at my job" that was for sure.

You watched as she pulled out a keycard, swiping it into the reader before pulling the large door open. She did the same to a gate-like door, all of you with wandering eyes. "What is this place? What's with all the security?" Gale switched on a light and you took a look. "It's a Movie Theater..." "It's not just a theater sweetheart, it's a shrine"

The wall pulled itself up, revealing a shrine of stab movie memorabilia. But it wasn't just a shrine for the just the movies, it was a shrine for the real killings too. The main stage opened and you froze. 9 standing figures, all with Ghost Face cloaks. "They got the whole goddamn franchise" You stepped down to look at all of the items, carefully placed behind glass casings.

It was like you all had taken a school trip to the Museum of Death. "They've got everything.." you stared at the sketch of you behind the glass, the knife that had plunged Into you brutally, carefully propped up like it was worth something. "Is that...?" "The knife I was stabbed with" you furrowed your eyebrows as Tara came up from behind you.

"You all have been through so much" Bailey nodded and you couldn't help but take his pity. "Who drew all of these anyways?" You walked over to Mindy, looking at the several police sketches of past Ghost Face killers.

"Hey, how'd they get all this stuff? I mean, isn't this evidence?" "Well, cops like money. And evidence can get lost pretty easily"

"Uhm, why am I here exactly? My alibi checks out" You glared at Quinn. "Just wanting to keep an eye on you, roomie" you smiled at her, Mindy pointing towards her eyes. "The killer must've found this place before he murdered Jason and Gregg, and then he took the masks off the mannikins"

"All 9..." you added, stepping onto the platform with Sam alongside you. You stood at the closest one to the stage. "Amber" was engraved on a gold plate like she was some sort of god, her cloak hanging above it. You pulled the material of Ethan's jacket closer to you, playing with the zipper.

"So..somebody killed these chucklekfucks and...took over?" Chad questioned. "Someone who believes Sam masterminded Woodsboro" she sighed. "If this were a normal stab movie, this would be the killer's lair" "Which means, this isn't a normal stab movie" you added, walking closer to the sisters.

Tara let out a sigh, hurrying down the stairs. Mindy chatting with Kirby. You continued to stare at Ambers Cloak, Chad placing a hand on your shoulder. "How are you feeling?" You looked up at him. "I could ask you the same thing...you knew Ethan way longer than I did" You were saddened, having to talk about him in the past tense.

"Bromance isn't the same as romance, Y/n...but I miss him" "I do too..." "It's not the same, you had to see...all of it" he sighed. "I'm glad you and Tara got out quickly, but we could've really used your help in there" "I'm sure you had it down, Mindy told me about the bandage thing, so thank you. For saving my sister and her girlfriend from potentially bleeding out"

"Yea...how is Anika anyways?" "She's doing well, they said if she had bled out for a minute more she would've died" At least you had done something useful. Chad wandered off and you were left alone with Quinn.

"I'm sorry about Ethan, Y/n. I really am. And I know you think I have something to do with this but I don't, and I'm so sorry you have to go through this again" You still didn't trust her...but you felt better about it. "Thanks..."

"Hey, Girls! Come up here" You glanced up, at Bailey and everyone else up there. He told you about a plan, a plan to catch or just locate ghost face. To find where the calls were coming from.

Next thing you knew you were sitting in a van, Mindy's head on your shoulder as you ate for the first time in hours. You felt physically Ill. Even though you didn't have one scratch on your body you felt horrible, disgusting. You had washed all the blood off. But the stain wouldn't go away. It was all Ethan's blood, and it was just another reminder that he was gone.

"So we're really doing the phone tracing thing that never works in the movies" You smiled as Kirby sighed, having to deal with another rant from Mindy yet again. "It'll be all, "keep him talking Sam! Just two more minutes, I've almost got him" and then he hangs up just before we can get a loc" Quinn looks at her with confusion, an expression that is always on someone's face when Mindy is talking.

"I can trace a call in under 15 seconds" Kirby smiled, Mindy, getting a slight feeling of defeat. "Well, you've got them out there as bait" "Because the killer usually calls from somewhere nearby" Kirby was right, you thought it was silly that she had been interrogating her all day, she was in the FBI after all.

"And you think they're safe because It's broad daylight and a public place?" You felt Kirby's energy being drained from her body as she listened to Mindy. "Look, I am here and so is Bailey" That still wasn't enough for Mindy, going on about this being the same way her uncle died.

"They're getting the call" Kirby sat up in her seat, the 4 of you doing the same to listen. "You're gonna die, you know?" Sam said it more like a statement instead of a question. "No! You're gonna die, Samantha! Choking on your own blood while I hack up your sister" the sinister voice filled the small space of the van, sending shivers down your spine. "Unless we find you first"

"For a mastermind, you're not very bright. Waiting for me to call, desperately hoping I'm nearby so the police can grab me" Kirby squinted at her computer, zooming into the location. The voice continued to threaten Sam, surrounding the area.

"Did you get it?" "Yup, location coming through right now...he's on the upper west side" You felt your heart drop, no. Not again. "Inside an apartment building?" You asked. "Yea, how'd you know?" You didn't answer, instead running out of the van as Kirby tried to get you to stop.

You ran, frantically. Trying to reach Sam and Tara. "It's Gale, please we have to go" you grabbed onto Sam, Bailey chasing behind the three of you. "My friend Danny works in the upper west side, we can get there quicker" Your breath became unsteady, Running as fast as you could as everyone else tried to keep up. "Y/n wait! You have to trust me, we have to make the right call" You ran your hands through your hair, Sam standing beside you.

"He's already there! Ethan died and I'm not gonna let that motherfucker kill her too!" You paused, looking back as Tara called your name. "Get in" You looked back at Bailey before making a run for it, hopping into the backseat of his cop car. "Hey, hey get out of my car! What are you doing?" Tara rolled up the window, ignoring him.

"Should we use the sirens?" Sam asked and you nodded. "Did you really think we were gonna steal a police car and not use the sirens?" She pulled out quickly, you typing in the address on your phone. "Here, once we get there I can open the door. I have a key" You pulled out your keychain from your pocket.

"How long is this gonna take?" Your heart rushed with anxiety, leg bouncing as Tara made a stop. "I don't know, it's okay. We'll get there in time"

The rush up the stairs was like no other, jamming the key into the door before being faced with Ghost Face on top of your Aunt, knife seconds away from being plunged into her face. "Hey! Fuck face" Sam picked up the gun, shooting at the masked figure.

You ran towards Gale, Sam and Tara attempting to see the killer but it was too late, he was gone. "Gale, Gale, no" You pressed your hands on her wound, her face with no expression. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" You felt guilt wash over you, if only you had gotten there sooner, if only. "I should've known he was gonna come after you next" you sniffed, pressing down harder.

"He didn't get me, tell Sydney he never got me...Hm?" She closed her eyes and your heart pounded in your chest, tears escaping your eyes. "Gale, Gale!" The three of you cried, paramedics, rushing into the scene. It was like Ethan all over again, Tara attempting to pull you back as you took it all in.

"Gale! Please, don't leave me" "You gotta move Y/n" Sam helped Tara pull you back, trapping you into their arms. "No, no no" people surrounded her as you let out small sobs, biting back your lip. "There's a weak pulse but it's there. She's gonna be okay"

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saintsir4n · 1 year

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CHAMPAGNE

1920s klaus and adrienne on the run from mikael along with his sister Rebekah. They find residency in the city of Chicago and he wants to have fun with his wife.

PAIRING: ADRIENNE X KLAUS

WARINGS: SMUT, FLUFF

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“Do you want us to get caught?” Adrienne hissed, watching as the hybrid barricaded the lavatory door in Gloria’s bar.

“As if we haven’t dabbled in a little public indecency.”

“This is different.”

Klaus gave Adrienne a pointed look to which she shrugged at and implored him as he came closer. She squealed when he lifted her ontop of the counter and he stood between her legs.

“Soo different,” he groaned after receiving a smack on the head, nevertheless he grabbed a bottle of champagne, earning a raised brow from her. “You’ll see.”

“What are you-“ a gasp escaped her when the cold liquid splashed against her skin and lathering her breasts and parts of her dress, “Nik I told you not to ruin this dress.”

“I’ll buy you another.”

“It’s all over my tits.”

Smirking wickedly, he winked, “that’s part of the plan sweetheart.”

“You sick, sick man,” she tutted but didn’t stop him from doing what’s intended.

He dipped his head down and swiped his tongue over her exposed and glistening skin. Groaning at the taste of not only the champagne but her as well. Divine. Pulling down the rest of the Décolletage he dragged the wet appendage down her cleavage and drank like a she was supplying the last gulp of water in the world. He never missed a chance to indulge in her essence and adding a drink to the mix was even better.

“Nik…” she whined at the feeling, growing more and more aroused by his hands gripping her sides and his tongue, oh how she loved his tongue. “We don’t have time for this.”

He pulled away, grinning at the rapid breathes she let out. “We have all the time in the world, now relax.”

Pulling down her stockings and bloomers he kept her dress on, finding it more arousing, might be the booze, he laughed at the thought, no it’s always her, always. It didn’t take much for her to loosen his suspenders, only doing it with one hand, clever girl, she’s had too much practice. He allowed them to fall to his sides and then unbuckled the his belt before his trousers shimmed to the ground, leaving his hardened state to peep through his briefs.

“It’s only a matter of time before Stefan and Bekah come looking,” she purred, licking her lips when his lust filled eyes darkened.

“Well,” he tugged her to the edge of the with a sinful grin, matching her, “I better hurry shall I?”

“Yes you shall.”

a/n:

I figured you guys needed some happiness from kadrienne considering he messed it all up.

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ficreadergirl · 2 months

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Welcome to my Sweetheart

Ep19

Next morning you woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of soft music playing in the background. You stretched lazily feeling amazing. The memory of last night came flooding back and a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. You sat up and looked around realising you were in your own bed. Dick must have brought you home and tucked you in last night. You quickly got out of bed and made your way to the bathroom for taking a quick shower before heading to the kitchen to see if there was any coffee left.

As you stepped into the kitchen, Helena was already there, making breakfast. She glanced at you over her shoulder and smiled. "Good morning sleepyhead. Sleep well?"

"Yes I did sleep well." you replied with cautious smile.

"After that much workout you must have needed it." she winked and placed a steaming mug of coffee in front of you. "Here, drink this. It will help you wake up."

Her comments about last night's activities made you feel even more flushed. You took a sip of the coffee and let out a contented sigh. It was delicious. "Thanks Helena. It's so delicious."

"I'm glad you like it." she smiled warmly. "Dick mentioned that you had a bit of a rough time yesterday."

"Well..." you hesitated for a moment. "It was definitely intense but I managed to pull through with his help." you tried not to blush too much as you said this.

"Glad to hear that." she said with a knowing smile. "Now go get dressed. Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes."

You nodded and headed back to your room to get dressed. When you were finally dressed, you made your way back to the kitchen to find Helena setting the table. The smell of eggs and bacon filled the air and your stomach growled in anticipation.

"It's almost ready." she said as she placed the food on the table. "Eat up. You'll need your energy for today."

"Did you make one for Gloria?"

"Of course. I've put some extra water in her bowl as well." she pointed at a small bowl on the floor.

You sat down at the table and started eating and savouring every bite. The food was delicious and you felt energized. After finishing your meal you thanked Helena profusely and cleared the table and left for work.

In office you found Dick already at his desk looking over some documents. "Good morning." he said without looking up. "Sleep well?"

"Yes.." you said a bit hesitantly. "I did."

"Good." he nodded. "Let's get started then."

You were a bit nervous around him now. The memory of last night was still fresh in your mind. You wondered if he was thinking about it too. You tried to focus on your work but found yourself constantly glancing at him, wondering what he was thinking, feeling. It was almost as if there was a new layer of tension in the air between you.

"Y/n. Did you see this?" he asked handing you a report. "Pierce has been making some shady deals again. We'll have to look into it."

"Again? Seriously? Can't we focus on the shooting?" you sighed frustrated.

"Why are you so obsessed with protecting him?" he asked his voice laced with annoyance.

"I'm not protecting him Dick. I'm saying our priority is to find the shooter."

"He probably has something to do with it." he said sharply. "We can't just ignore that possibility."

"Why would he--"

"To get closer to you Y/n." he interrupted coldly. "That's why."

"No Dick..." you began but then stopped. You knew he was right. You knew Barry Pierce's interest in you had nothing to do with your work. You were about to say something else when your phone rang. You saw it was Pierce. Dick raised an eyebrow at you. "It's him, isn't it?"

"Yes." you admitted reluctantly.

Dick sighed. "You should take it. It might be important."

"Okay then." you said taking the call. "Hello?"

"Y/n it's me." Barry said urgently. "I need to meet you. It's important."

Dick listened in silently as you spoke to Pierce. "What happened?" you asked. "Is something wrong?"

"Yes... I mean no... I mean..." he stammered. "Just meet me. At my club. As soon as possible."

You glanced at Dick who was watching you carefully. "Fine. We'll be there." you said ending the call.

Other eps

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x y/n #nightwing x y/n #nightwing x you #nightwing x reader #nightwing #dick grayson

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dearorpheus · 7 months

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hello madi, hope you're well 🤍 was wondering if you have a reading / watch list for bones and all (2022)? been thinking about this film again.

hi sweetheart. am plagued by this film as well.

The Edible Woman by Margaret Atwood The Vegetarian by Han Kang Woman, Eating by Claire Kohda Exquisite Corpse by Poppy Z. Brite The Road by Cormac McCarthy Lila by Marilynne Robinson The Cannibal’s Canción by Gloria Anzaldúa Winter of Artifice by Anaïs Nin—"I felt myself caught in the immense jaws of his desire, felt myself dissolving, ripping open to his descent. I felt myself yielding up to his dark hunger. An immense jaw closing upon my feelings, my feelings smouldering, rising from me like smoke from a black mass. [...] He is not concerned to know whether I can live or breathe within the dark cavern of his whale-like being, within the whale-belly of his ego." "Love of the Wolf" from Cixous' Stigmata:

Carson's Eros the Bittersweet:

can i say Bazterrica's Tender is the Flesh? Süskind's Perfume? Lévi-Strauss' We Are All Cannibals—"and after all, the most simple means to identify others with oneself is to eat them"—?

reaching..... can i say Kristeva's Powers of Horror?

^sort of re: the oral stage of psychic development

Amy Heneveld's words on the recurrent motif of cannibalism in medieval French literature, categorised (by Stith Thompson) as The Eaten Heart:

then, for films: Badlands (1973) dir. Terrence Malick Natural Born Killers (1994) dir. Oliver Stone Caníbal (2013) dir. Manuel Martín Cuenca The Lure (2015) dir. Agnieszka Smoczynska—"What if you fall in love?" "Don't be silly." "Would you eat him?" Hiroshima Mon Amour (1959) dir. Alain Resnais—"I like you. How unlikely. I like you. How slow all of a sudden. How sweet. You cannot know. You're destroying me. You're good for me. You're destroying me. You're good for me. I have time. Please, devour me."

#asks

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miyuhpapayuh · 9 months

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21. Silk.

"I'm so glad you're here. I haven't seen you, since... Gloria left us." The tears start to fall from both of their eyes.

"I... I'm sorry, I packed up and left. I just couldn't stay here." Moving their hands from her face, she lets them swing at their sides.

"I don't blame you, baby doll. We all needed our time— hell, we still need it. I'm just glad that you came to see us. To see me. I missed you terribly."

"I missed you, too. We've got lots to talk about."

"Yes, we do. Rina, dear, will you let us catch up, please?"

"Of course. I'll let you know when lunch is ready." She heads out and closes the door behind herself.

Stevie sits down in the red recliner that sits next to his, sliding her boots off and pulling out the footrest.

"How was your flight?"

"I hate planes and my nerves were shot, but I made it." She sighs. He nods, fiddling with his wedding band.

"Planes are a death machine, I believe. Every time Gloria and I would travel, she made sure to say that on every plane we'd ever gotten on."

"She loved to travel, man. I remember she took me to Puerto Rico with her, one summer. I ate the best food and got the best tan of my life!," she laughs.

"Yeah?, is that when you learned Spanish?" She nods, twiddling her thumbs.

"Mhm. She made sure to drill it in me. I couldn't go to the pool, until I could have a full conversation with her in Spanish."

"You wanna know something?"

"Always."

"I've sat in front of this window for the last three years and hadn't spoken a word to anyone, about anything. I just watched the wind rustle through those red leaves and cry. Gloria knows I hate crying and she left me, anyway." He looks away from her.

"What made you start talking, again?"

"You."

"Me?," her tone full of curiosity. "Why me?"

"I thought about you and how broken up you were. If that fiery old woman meant anything to anyone, it was you. Oh, she loved you with all her heart." He pats her leg. "I just kept seeing your face in my head and I wanted to see you. I don't even think, I realized that you had left. I was numb to everything. But, I'd gotten tired of feeling that way— it was hard, losing her. She'd been my sweetheart for fifty years and she left me."

"I never thought about how hard this was on you. I was being super selfish and I'm sorry."

It stung, watching him tear up over the only woman he'd ever loved.

"No, dear... it's okay,"

"It's not, grandpa. I should've checked on you. You've been without your heart for three years."

The look in her eyes is one he knows, all too well.

"You're in love, aren't you?" She wipes her tears away and pulls her knees up to her chest.

"How'd you know?"

"You've got that look. What's his name?"

"Roderick." He smiles.

"How long has it been?"

"It'll be a year in May."

"Oh, it's still fresh!"

"In the measure of time, yes. But, I feel like I've known him my whole life."

"She's the most amazing girl I've ever met." Aunt Rina, Jade and Stevie's mom, Victoria, who showed up an hour ago with her husband, Gene, swoon as Rod talks about Stevie.

"Where did she find you? Are there more where you came from?" Jade raises an eyebrow in question.

"Unfortunately, I'm one of a kind, and if anybody found anybody, it was me that found her."

"Hm. La perra afortunada." Jade says, gets swatted with the hand towel right after.

"Ouch, ma!"

"Watch your language, in this house. Lo juro, ustedes pierden la cabeza a veces. ¡Jesús!"

"I was just playing!"

"Well, knock it off! Act like the good Lord gave you some sense." Victoria cuts her eyes at her niece, before looking back to Rod. "You wanna tell them the story of how you two met?"

"I'm always up for that.," he chuckles. "Stevie would kill me, if she knew I was telling it, which makes it even funnier. Last year, I was coming from the cafe and I basically wiped her out—" Mateo cackles, loudly. "It's as funny as it sounds, for real. I got off a few jokes about her being as small as she is and she wasn't feelin' it— she laughed, but she wasn't feelin' it— but, I asked for her number and the rest is history, my friends."

"Wow, you got her mean ass to be nice to you? That's wild." Derrick shakes his head. "She used to beat us up."

"Oh, she definitely gave me a run for my money, in the beginning, but mama ain't raise no quitter. I'm built for it."

"Are you?" Gene asks, amusement laced in his tone.

Rod laughs, shaking his head. "I am!"

"You're not," Stevie says, as she steps into the living room with her grandpa. Rod scans her face, frowning at her puffy, red eyes.

"Hey ma, hey dad." She heads over to her parents, kissing their cheeks.

"Hey, honey. You look beautiful."

"That's your twin, I swear." Her grandpa adds.

"They're both gorgeous, so it works." Gene replies.

"Abuelo, I want you to meet my boyfriend, Roderick."

He stands up, standing almost eye-to-eye with the older man, extending his hand.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, sir."

"Likewise, son. I've heard a lot about you. You can call me Jorge." Giving his hand a firm shake, he gives him a warm smile.

"Good things, I hope."

"Very good things, son. You've got yourself a dime."

"I'm forever lucky to have found her," he glances at her, watching her blush, profusely.

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After lunch, the photo albums are spread out and everybody's currently ripping into Stevie about how chubby she was.

"Look at those cheeks!" Jade points to a picture of Stevie. She had to be around two or three years old, her curls were tossed all over her head and she was sitting on the lap of her favorite person, her grandma.

"Ugh, I was ugly." She laughs, leaning back into Rod.

"The lies. You were the cutest baby I've ever seen." He rubs her thigh and presses his face against her arm as she sits on his lap.

"Oh, you're a slick one." Aunt Rina points her finger at him, laughing to herself. Stevie playfully rolls her eyes.

"I'm innocent." He winks.

"Mhm. I'm keeping my eye on you." She playfully threatens.

"Ooh, look! I haven't seen these pictures in years!" Jade flips the page and points to the black and white pictures of her grandparents, looking like something straight out of a movie.

"Aw, y'all were sharp! When was this?" Stevie asks her abuelo.

"This was after church, one day. Gloria wanted ice cream really badly, I could never say no to her, so I drove fifteen miles to the nearest parlor and got her, her favorite ice cream. Anybody know what it is?”

"Pistachio!" They all say in unison, laughing.

"Fifteen miles?! That's some love." Derrick shakes his head. "We'd have to go in on gas money, together."

"Oh, brother." Jade says.

"That's a little triflin', don't you think?" Rod asks.

"How?"

"It's fifteen miles. That's not much."

"You'd drive that far for Stevie?" Derrick questions.

Rod laughs. "I'd drive around the world for her."

"You'd never ask for gas money?" Mateo asks.

"Nope. Men don't worry ‘bout things like that. If she offered, it'd be a different story, but I'd never ask and never stress over it."

"You've got you a good one." Uncle Don nods in Stevie's direction.

"I know, right." She cheeses.

The front door opens and closes. "Dad!," a female voice calls out.

"In the kitchen!," he yells back.

"I'm so sorry, I'm late. The traffic out there is terrible—" rounding the corner, Stevie's aunt Isabela and cousin Adrienne walk into the spacious kitchen.

"Stevie, hi!" Her aunt rounds the table and leans down for a hug. "Ugh!, you get prettier, every time I see you."

"Cut it out! How've you been?"

"I've been good— not as good as you, I see." She darts her eyes towards Rod, who's growing used to being the center of attention.

"This is my boyfriend, Rod. Rod, this is my aunt, Isabela." They shake each other's hand.

"It's nice to meet you, dear."

"Nice to meet you, too."

"Adrienne, are you gonna come and speak?"

"She doesn't have to." Stevie says, abruptly. "It's totally fine."

"Hey, everybody....Hey, Stevie." Adrienne replies, sarcastically, moving the phone away from her ear. "So nice of you to join your family, again."

Stevie blinks. Rod wraps an arm around her waist, sensing the hostility in the air. Gene takes a mental note, chuckling to himself.

"My boy," he mumbles to himself.

"Usually, I'd stoop to your pathetic level, but I'm not gonna do it."

"And, why is that?" Adrienne folds her arms across her busty chest.

"Because, you're simply not worth it. Go take your phone call and stop talking to me."

Adrienne stomps away into the living room, leaving Stevie to roll her eyes.

"You two have never gotten along," her grandpa points out. "Why is that?"

"She's rude. It could've been cool, had she not said what she said. That wasn't necessary."

"No, it wasn't. I'm sorry." Isabella apologizes.

"Aren't you tired of apologizing for her behavior? She's too old for that."

Sighing, Stevie excuses herself, heading down the hall to the bathroom.

"I'm gonna kill somebody, before I leave." Washing her hands, she opens the door and comes face to face with Adrienne.

"So... you finally get a man and decide to show your face, huh?" The malice in her voice is as thick as the blood pumping through Stevie's veins.

Blowing out a breath, Stevie walks past her, back down the hallway. Adrienne grabs her wrist and pulls her back. "I'm talking to you."

"Don't touch me." She grits, roughly smacking her hand away.

"What's your problem, bitch?" Stevie's eyes widen at the word that ever so, carelessly flies out of her mouth.

"Excuse me?," Rod comes around the corner and zeroes in on Stevie cracking her knuckles, quickly getting between the two.

"Move, Rod. She wanna call me out of my name! I swear, I'll beat your ass in this house. It's never an issue."

"You talk a lot for someone who hasn't swung yet."

Stevie pushes against her brick wall of a boyfriend, trying to get past him.

"Stevie, what's going on?" Her mom and aunt Isabela come into the hall and throw puzzled glances at each other.

"Adrienne's lost her mind. Calling me a bitch and making comments, like she knows me."

"I do know you! You're a flake! You show up, when it's convenient for you, like now. How long has it been since you've been down here?"

"Convenient for me?," taking all her strength, she moves Rod aside. "I'm not here for me, Adrienne. I'm not here for you. I'm here for my grandpa. I'm here to properly mourn my grandma. I'm here to see my family. I'm not here to get into these stupid ass arguments with you— got me showin' out in here. It's always some bullshit with you, why? Why do you always have to be up my ass? Weren't you the one that went ghost on everybody, after she died? That was you, right?" The hot tears that stream down her face catch her off guard.

"Stevie.," her mom touches her shoulder, making her flinch and rush back into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her.

Rod immediately heads towards the door, softly knocking on the old fashioned, wooden door. "Stevie.."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Victoria asks Adrienne, whose smug grin hasn't faltered.

"Getting her to see that she's the issue. She dipped on us, right? This was hard on everybody and she left."

"Oh, please!," Jade comes in, "you don't remember how you showed your ass, after the funeral? How you left and nobody could find your stupid ass for a week?!"

"Who was talking to you?"

"Who cares? Why won't you take accountability for your own actions? You think abuelo wants to hear you in here bitching about shit that don't concern you? Get you some business and stop bothering Stevie."

Adrienne gets in her face.

"And, if I don't? What are you going to do?"

"Keep it up. You'll definitely find out." Aunt Rina pulls Jade back into the kitchen, while Adrienne is pushed out the front door by her mom.

"Stevie... Please open the door." Rod pleads for the third time, finally hearing the lock click and seeing the door crack open.

Sliding in, he closes the door behind himself and pulls her into a hug, sighing roughly as her raspy sobs break through.

"Shh.... I gotchu."

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After an hour or so, Stevie emerges from the bathroom and heads into the living room, not even caring about her overly puffy eyes.

"I think we should check into our hotel now. Sorry about all of that, earlier.”

"Hotel?," abuelo asks, "you didn't come all this way to stay in a hotel, doll."

"Well, it's not just me, here. I didn't know if it was okay with you, if the both of us stayed."

"You never asked, neither. Your boyfriend is family now. He's just as welcome as you've always been." Him and Rod bump fists, making her crack a smile.

"Really?"

"Do you know how big this house is? Your aunt Rina and her knuckle-headed kids, including Don, stay here from time to time and remember, this was your home, at a point. You stayed here many summers."

"I know, I know."

"I'd be quite offended if you didn't stay."

"Okay, fine! We'll stay, old man."

He laughs.

"Good. You need help getting your bags out of the car?"

"If y'all don't mind," she pokes her lip out, catching her older cousin’s eyes, who blows out a breath.

Rod smiles and kisses her forehead, before leading Derrick outside.

"Come sit, sweetheart."

Plopping down on the soft cushion, Stevie sighs. "Is she still here?"

"No, she left like, an hour ago. Nobody wants to be around that energy for too long." Don answers.

"I'm not apologizing for her, but I am sorry. You didn't deserve that." Jade adds.

"I've been through a lot of things that I haven't deserved. I'm starting to think, that's a part of life." She shrugs.

"Things like what?" Mateo asks.

"You don't wanna know. Trust me."

Stevie watches them come back in, hauling the suitcases inside, head upstairs and into the room. She stands and heads up, sliding away from the doorway as Derrick exits.

"Thanks, D."

"Of course." He pulls her into a side-hug, before walking away.

Stevie walks into the room and looks around, a faint smile gracing her lips.

"This was the room that I used to stay in, when I'd visit in the summer." She giggles at the red floor lamp.

"If there's one thing about my grandma, she never matched when it came to furniture." She walks over to the bed and unzips her suitcase, pulling her clothes out.

Sliding up behind her, Rod wraps her up in his arms. "Are you okay? Truthfully."

"Yeah, I'm okay. I'm still mad at her, but I'm fine." He presses kisses to her cheek.

"Thanks."

"For what?"

"Everything," she turns around in his hold, "I love you."

"I love you, too."

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"I could eat this for the rest of my life." Rod blurts, before eating another spoonful of cremita de maiz, a Puerto Rican version of cream of wheat.

"It's good, huh?" Gene chuckles, biting into his darkened toast. Stevie shakes her head, cutting into her pancakes.

"I don't like cream of wheat, but the sugar and cinnamon is enough for me to not mind it." Aunt Rina pats Rod's shoulders.

"I like him. Keep him."

"I plan on it." Stevie concurs.

"Mornin', mornin'.," Derrick enters the kitchen and grabs a green apple out of the fruit basket on the kitchen table.

"Good morning, man." Him and Rod slap hands.

"Morning.," Stevie scrunches up her face as Derrick kisses her forehead.

"My girlfriend's comin' through, later. I thought I'd be nice and take y'all out. There's this club out in West Hollywood, Silk, that's always jumpin'."

"It'd be fun to let my hair down. I'm up for it! Baby?" She turns to Rod to see how he feels.

"You know I'm with whatever you with, mama."

"It's settled," Derrick announces with a clap of his hands, "y'all better not punk out on me like a couple lames."

"Ain't nobody finna punk out, meathead," she flicks him in the temple.

"You lucky you my cousin, I'd put ya lil ass in a headlock."

"Cut it out, you two," Rina cuts into the pair's back and forth, "y'all are not twelve years old anymore."

"She started it," Derrick pouts.

"I didn't start it. You started it."

"¡Ya!," she nips the impending back and forth in the bud, "Do I have to ground your grown asses??"

"No, tía."

"No, mama." They respond simultaneously. Rod has to chuckle at how quickly she gets the two adults together.

After breakfast, Stevie and Jade are in the living room sprawled out on the sofa, with Rod kicking it on the floor right below Stevie's head.

She gasps seemingly randomly, making Jade look up.

"What's up?"

"I don't have anything to wear tonight! Nothing nice enough to step into a club named Silk at least."

"You know what that means right, cuz? Shopping trip!" She does a little shimmy at the idea of going to the mall. "I hope you grew out of that awkward phase from high school, because you will not be walking in the club with me dressed like Lisa Turtle."

"¡Chíngate!"

That sends Jade into a giggle fit. "I'm just kidding, Alaina." She pinches her cousin's reddened cheek.

"Who the hell is Lisa Turtle?", Rod speaks up, genuinely confused.

"You never watched Saved by the Bell??", Jade asks.

"Do I look like somebody that watched something called Saved by the Bell?", he retorts jokingly.

"Fair," she says with a laugh, "well, my girl just could not dress. Walked out the house looking like the 80's threw up on her every morning. I'm talking big shoulders, loud ass colors and patterns, them big ass bows in her head, mom jeans", she visibly shudders at the memory, "and kitten heels when she was feeling herself, but my boo got it together, though."

"Damn baby girl, you were out here on your Madonna shit?", he ends with a Windex laugh.

"Like a virgin!" Jade sings, falling into another laughing fit at her own antics.

"You can kiss the fattest part of my ass, Jade!" Stevie throws a pillow at her head making her laugh even harder.

"Ehhh, I'll let Rod handle that, babe."

"I need a new goddamn family," Stevie says under her breath, readjusting her position on the couch.

"Oh please, you love us."

"Debatable." Jade's jaw drops, and it's Stevie's turn to laugh. "I'm just kidding, Lorena." She mocks her earlier sentiment.

The rest of the morning is full of more laughter and embarrassing childhood stories.

Around 3pm, the girls decided to make their excursion to the nearby shopping mall, letting the boys play video games on Derrick's PlayStation.

They traversed almost the entire mall looking for the perfect dress for the evening, but nothing was tickling Stevie's fancy.

That was until they came to a boutique at the very end of the mall, Luxe.

The dresses in the window were stunning enough to have them both make their way inside.

They both skim through the racks, loving everything they saw, when Stevie shrieks.

"Girl, what?? You saw a rat?"

"No, fool! I found the perfect look for tonight."

"Let me see it!"

Stevie holds the pale blue 2-piece set against her body.

"Ooh, bitch! That's hella fly. Rod's gonna have a fit!"

"He'll have to deal because I'm getting this."

She finds coordinating platforms and gold jewelry to complete her look.

When they get back home, Rod tries to peek in her bag to see what she bought, but she swats his hand away.

"Move, nosy rosy."

He puts his hand over his heart in fake shock. "I can't see it?"

"You'll see it tonight," she says teasingly, popping up on her tiptoes to reach his lips, pecking them.

"Hey, hey. None of that nasty shit.", Jade pipes up.

"Don't be a hater all your life, boo. There's someone for you, too."

"Piss off!"

"Awww, is the widdle baby upset?", she pinches her cousin's cheek.

"Ay, be nice." Rod quickly swats her backside, making her jump.

"Well, looky looky. Somebody finally got Miss Smart Mouth in check, huh? I like you more and more everyday, Roderick."

"Don't you have anything else to do??", Stevie grumbles, annoyed and slightly embarrassed.

"Nope! I can get on your nerves all day, cuz," Jade says cheerily.

Stevie rolls her eyes, heading upstairs to put away her purchases.

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Later that evening...

Stevie's putting the final touches on her look for the night. Her usual ringlets are bone straight and pulled into a high pony that grazes the top of her behind.

The makeup she wears is subtle with nude, glossed lips, wispy lashes, and matte, bronzed skin. Her legs look a mile long in the gold platforms that complement the gold hardware in her outfit.

Feeling diva-ish from being in the City of Angels, she pops on a pair of slightly oversized, baby blue shades to complete the look.

She pokes her head in Jade's room to see if she's any closer to being ready.

"We have got to cut this out," Stevie remarks as she takes in Jade's outfit for the evening. Same fit in a dark green.

They've been inadvertently dressing similarly since they were young. They always joked they could read each other's minds.

"Ooh, girl, we look cute though! And I love that your extra ass is wearing shades at night. You've come a long way, Turtle."

"Whatever! The boys are waiting. Let's get downstairs."

Walking downstairs arm in arm, Rina spots them first.

"Well, if it isn't the Bobbsey twins! You two look gorgeous."

They graciously thank her in soft voices.

Derrick and Rod look up from their conversation, and Rod feels his throat tighten.

"Damn," he mumbles before thinking.

Derrick, on the other hand, looks like he wants to throw a sheet over them as if they'd just passed out in a Baptist church.

"Yeah, you girls look beautiful. Now go change," he says in all seriousness.

They immediately hit him with the same "you got me fucked up" face.

"You can go somewhere always tryna be somebody daddy. I already have one, and I barely listen to that fool." Stevie's the first one to speak up. Rina has to keep the water she's sipped from spewing all over the counter at her niece's bluntness.

"Mama, you see how short those skirts are!", he resorts to trying to get Rina on his side, "One wrong move, and now I'm fighting every guy in the club."

"Derrick, these girls are grown! Let them be."

"But, ma--"

"That's enough, Derrick. Quieres hijos, tienes que hacerlos."

Derrick mumbles something unintelligible under his breath.

"What was that??"

"Nothing." He can feel the heat from the sandal preparing to meet his face, so he tightens up quickly.

"That's what I thought. Now--" The sound of the doorbell cuts her sentence short, and Derrick pops out of his seat to answer, knowing it's his girl, Roxanne.

He opens the door, and a stunning young woman with a pixie cut, clad in a form fitting, bright red, three piece suit appears.

"Hi, baby." Her voice is soft, almost shy as she greets him, throwing her arms around his neck. The kiss they shared is chaste since his mom is present, but sweet all the same.

"Hey, Miss Rina."

"What's going on, Roxanne? You look beautiful."

The beauty thanks her and they fall into a short conversation.

"Alright, you babies go on and have fun. I know I will," she says slickly, winking at the group.

She gives them all kisses, Rod included, and sends them on their way.

Pulling up to the imposing, brick-faced building, they're faced with a throng of young men and women chomping at the bit to get behind the velvet rope that'll grant them entry to the hottest nightclub in the city where the DJ's selections can be heard down the block.

"I thought clubs back home were hard to get into, but this is something else!", Stevie remarks as she looks at the line of people wrapped around the corner.

"Don't even sweat it, girl. Let's go," Jade responds, and they follow her with confused, yet intrigued looks.

The solid, 6'0 bouncer looks up as he hears the click clack of the girls' heels approaching him.

"'Sup, Jade," the man with intricately braided hair greets her.

"Hey, boo. How you livin'?"

"I'm straight. You know Gin in there asking for you."

"Is he now?"

"Yup. His section's on the second floor. You and your people have a good time." He unclips the rope and allows them through.

"Thanks, babe." She lightly pats his chest as she walks through.

"Damn, cuz," Stevie pipes up as they walk into the building, "you might be too damn cool for me."

"Cut it out. I just know a few people."

"And who the hell is Gin??", Derrick asks after seeing her interaction with the club's bouncer.

"Do not start that shit with me, D. I didn't come here to argue with you. Now I know there's a Cosmo with my name on it. Y'all drinking?"

She receives scattered affirmations, and they head to the bar.

California Love starts playing as Jade leads them to the second level she was directed to earlier, and she, Derrick, and Roxanne immediately start rapping along flawlessly.

Stevie bops along to the infectious rhythm, while Rod looks like the out of place New Yorker he is.

"Bruh, tell me you know this song," Derrick says when he takes in Rod's stiffness.

"Can't say that I do, playa."

Derrick & his sister's jaws both drop at the revelation.

"How do you not know about the goat?! This song is everywhere!", Jade exclaims in disbelief.

"The who??"

"Please don't get him going on this east vs. west shit. We'll be here all night," Stevie intervenes.

"Babe, the goat, though??"

Stevie gives him a look that warns him to quit while he's ahead, which he does.

The music continues with the latest in hip-hop with the drinks that keep flowing.

The girls down shots while rapping to Whatta Man. The tequila runs through their veins and loosens them up.

"What's up, stranger?", a smooth voice sounds, directly behind Jade.

She turns face to face with the handsome gentleman, whose decked out in a lime green, silk Versace blouse with sparkling diamond adornments from his fingers to his ears.

"Hello, Elgin." She remains impassive while the flock of women present look like they want to yank out her hair.

"I've been tryna hit you up all week. When are you gonna stop playing with my heart, gorgeous?"

"When you stop wearing crop tops on the red carpet," her quick wit causes her to blurt out.

Stevie & Roxanne are watching the exchange with their jaws making friends with the floor, as Jade casually brushes off the man whose song is playing in the club as they speak.

He takes the playful dig in stride, and tries persuading her to come with him so they can "talk", which she politely declines.

"I don't think so, pretty boy. I'm here with my people."

"Do not sweat us! We good, boo."

Stevie nods along in agreement. "Yeah, girl. We got them two knuckleheads back there."

Jade shakes her head with a chuckle, turning back to her admirer, who has a smirk on his face.

"You have ten minutes to convince me why I should give you the time of day."

"I don't even need that long, ma." He extends his arm for her to take, and she does, following his lead.

"She something else, isn't she?"

"I need to take a page or two out of her book. Don't tell her I said that, though." The remaining girls share a laugh.

"Ay, why y'all let my sister run off with that negro and his S-Curl?"

"Derrick, relax! She's a smart girl. She's not going anywhere if she doesn't feel safe," Stevie speaks up in defense of her cousin.

"Well, she has 15 minutes to show her face again or I'm setting it off in here."

"Okay, dad, sheesh. We need to get some more liquor in you."

"Yes!" Roxanne agrees wholeheartedly, only her reasons are a bit more...selfish. She knows he'll put a dent in the headboard with the right amount of brown in him.

While her cousin canoodles with an R&B heartthrob, the truth serum running through Stevie's system has her feeling extra touchy with her own.

Nobody serves as the soundtrack while she winds her hips against his, her hands traveling across any part of him they could reach.

She spins herself around to face him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"You know what I think?", she asks against his lips. Her words are slurred and heavy with lust.

"Hmm?" The Henny has hit him in the best way, and Stevie's hands are sending sparks through his whole being.

"I think," she pauses to kiss his slightly parted mouth, "we should get outta here."

"What about Derrick?", he asks, really only halfway concerned.

"He'll figure it out."

With that, she hooks her finger in the front of his belt buckle and leads him through the crowd of people, outside to the fresh, night air.

They hail the first cab that rolls up to the club, ambling into the backseat. Rod barely gets the address out before she's in his lap sucking and nibbling on the sweet spots of his neck. The poor cab driver simply shakes his head with a chuckle, minding his business.

He has to stop her when her hands get to trying to unbuckle his belt.

"I will fuck you up in the back of this cab, Vie," he warns closely in her ear.

She licks the shell of his ear. "I dare you," she whispers seductively.

"Alright now," the driver sounds from the front, "I don't want you youngins to mess around and catch a charge over some hanky panky. Trust me. Save all that for when you get home."

Listening to the older man, Stevie reluctantly moves herself off Rod's lap, opting to sit closer to her passenger side door. That doesn't stop the sensual, fleeting touches between the two of them.

They nearly run out of the taxi once they reach their destination. Stevie ducks down near several rocks where Rina keeps a spare key hidden underneath one.

It's quiet as a church mouse as they enter, so they try their best to creep to their room undetected.

They're almost successful until Stevie's platforms finally get the better of her, and she loses her balance reaching the top of the stairs.

She squeals in shock, but she's caught by Rod's strong arms before she can hit the ground.

Staring at each other in silence for a moment, Stevie bursts into a fit of giggles, and in his attempt to quiet her down, Rod finds himself laughing too.

"Babe, your aunt is gonna come out here and beat our asses. Shhh." He puts a finger to her lips for emphasis.

She nods as if she agrees, but a few giggles escape her still. So, he scoops her up, carrying her the rest of the way. He uses his foot to close the door as quietly as he can.

Setting her gently on the bed, he takes her ankle in his hand to remove the offending, yet sexy footwear. With her legs gapped, he notices her smooth, glistening womanhood. He shoots her a questioning glance which she responds to with a wink.

Yanking her down to the edge of the bed by her ankle, he pins her legs back into the mattress and latches his lips onto her clit.

Her breathy sighs and gasps have him straining through the thick fabric of his jeans.

She pops the buttons on her top and uses a free hand to roll her nipple between her fingers, increasing the euphoric feelings.

The fact that she's pinned down and essentially forced to take this tongue lashing intensifies the feeling tenfold. Her hands run over his waves. Her almond acrylics running along his scalp send tingles down his spine, and he groans against her.

The familiar coil in her lower stomach tightens, and her thighs begin to quiver signaling her impending release.

She has to throw her hands over her mouth to catch the long moan threatening to fly from her lips. Her nectar flows freely into his eager mouth, but that doesn't stop him from slurping her like she was a glass of ice water in the summer.

Her hands find the top of his head in an attempt to push him away, but he's relentless.

Finally, he pulls away from her over-sensitive bud with an obscene pop, and she closes her legs putting her hands between them.

"Shit," she breathes, trying to bring herself down.

"You tappin' out on me already?", he taunts her. "You was talkin' big shit earlier."

While he's talking he pulls his pants and boxers down to his ankles in one swift motion kicking them off. "Now, put that ass up," he commands, smacking her thigh.

She rolls over, putting a deep arch in her back just how he likes it. He bunches her skirt up around her waist and sinks his entire length into her heat, eliciting a drawn out curse from the both of them simultaneously.

His nails dig into the soft flesh of her hips as he grinds in and out, allowing her to become accustomed to his size.

Not pleased with the low groans that make it past the barrier of her lower lip that's been tucked between her teeth, he takes her ponytail and wraps it around his hand, pulling her flush against his chest.

"Let me hear that shit, princess." He licks the sweet spot near the base of her ear, mimicking her earlier teasing.

His strokes become merciless, filling her to the hilt.

"Oh, fffuck! Baby, you're so fucking deep! Shit!" Her eyes roll to the back of her head while he continues to bring her closer and closer to the edge, his heavy hand coming down on her ass at different intervals.

Her head swims as she teeters back and forth in the space between pleasure and pain.

His hand moves from her hair to her neck, pulling her back up when she slumps forward. He feels her walls pulsate around him, and he knows she's right there.

The combination of his thumb applying the perfect amount of pressure and his filthy words of encouragement in her ear send her gushing all over his length, with his own release following shortly thereafter.

Heavy breathing soon turns into soft snores, as they collapse into the covers.

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The throbbing pain in their heads wake them up, at the same time. By the sheer grace of God, their bodies are covered up with the thick blanket.

Stevie looks around the room, shaking her head at the way their clothes are thrown about.

"Jesus," Rod sits up, looking around as well, slightly laughing to himself.

She glances up at him, giggling as he bends down to smother her with kisses. She playfully pushes him away and jumps up from the bed, in search of his t-shirt.

"I gotta pee.," she grabs the shirt off the floor and yanks it over her head, rushing across the hall to empty her bladder.

After washing her hands, she opens the door and squeals at the sight of Derrick. Thanking God that her shirt comes below her knees, she pushes him out into the hallway.

"You scared me!," she whisper-yells.

"Oh yeah?, you two horny toads scared me, last night!," his volume a little louder than hers, "how am I supposed to keep an eye on you, if you're hailing cabs back here and not telling anybody?!"

"Derrick, you weren't in charge of 'keeping an eye on me'," she laughs. "I'm sorry that I left y'all, last night— wait."

"What?" His voice goes back to normal as her eyes zoom in on the trail of deep red hickeys on his neck.

"You had sex last night, didn't you?"

"Yeah, well, I'm grown." He blinks.

"So am I!," she thumps him in the temple, pushing him out of her way. "Got me feeling bad and shit."

"Well, you should feel bad. You still left me." He turns her back around.

"Mm, right. You were worried about wittle Ol Stevie, while Roxy was chewing on your neck like a piece of candy. Get out my face, boy."

"If you two don't get out this hallway and shut up.," aunt Rina emerges from her room, hair all over her head.

"Sorry.," the speak at once, not taking their eyes off her appearance.

"What?" She asks.

Stevie smirks, crossing her arms. "I guess we're not the only ones who had some fun, last night."

Derrick grimaces at the instant mental pictures, flooding his brain. "Gross. I'm going back to bed." He excuses himself, slamming his door shut.

"Go back to bed, Alaina.," Rina scolds with a laugh.

Stevie slides back into her room, crawling back into bed to cuddle with Rod, whose gaze is on the window, straight ahead.

"Hey," she kisses his shoulder blade.

"Hey.," he nuzzles his chin against her hair. "Thanks for bringing me out here. I enjoyed myself."

"You're officially part of family vacations, now." She laughs. "I told you, they were gonna love you. Hell, they might ship me back to New York and keep you hostage."

"You're corny, vie."

"And, you love me!"

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theshifterbear · 1 month

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Rant about my dr

So I compare Klaus to the sun a lot. He just brightens up my day. Joseph Morgan tried to dial down his happy attitude but it peaked a little when he was playing my man. You can't see it like all the time but when he talks to Caroline (even though I hate that ship) and Camille you can see it. He's so funny and always knows what to say. I feel like he makes dad jokes all the time just because of season 3 of tvd. Mainly cause seeing him and Gloria interact. He just looks like an angel to me. His smile brightens me up even if he's doing it in a taunting way. God I love that man. I find so much happiness in just hearing his name.

Now let's talk about my sister. Bonnie is so strong and always there for everyone but I always wondered what her dreams would've been. She talked about traveling with Enzo but that's when she realized mystic falls was evil. What were her dreams in the beginning of the show? I have to ask her. I don't even know what her likes and dislikes are. She stands by her morals and doesn't back down at all. I admire that about her. I was going to make her my older sister but I wanted to be 19 so I didn't. Plus I wanted her to have someone to turn to for comfort instead of another person asking something of her. She handled the pressure of having to save everyone well but she shouldn't have to.

My cousin Lucy gives me party girl vibes. She's down to do anything. That's a real ride or die girl. She seems like she always has something up her sleeves. You never know what's going to come out of her mouth like at all. I'm basing this all off a fanfic cause she didn't really get screen time. That's the person you go to if you wanna take your mind off things but as soon as you wanna talk about it she'll have the best advice. She's so cool.

My friend Margo is the most serious honest person you'll ever meet. She gives her most honest opinion about everything even if it hurts your feelings. She gets you focused on the task at hand and that's why I love her. I need stability and she gives it every time. She holds your hair back when you're throwing up but yells at you for doing the bet in the first place. She's so caring but in her own little way. She's the friend that reminds you to do your taxes.

Pam is the funniest and smartest friend I have. She is the one who does your taxes. You could trip and fall and she will laugh at your ass instead of helping you up. That girl knows how to make you smile. No one is like Pam. She's weirdly sophisticated tho. Like she has tea at a cafe and writes poetry. Sometimes it's for show so she'll find someone who'll sweep her off her feet like in the books. Huge romantic but very realistic. She knows she's delusional but doesn't care. Unlike Gayatri.

Gayatri is a vibe to be around. She's such a sweetheart and very sensitive. Her and Caroline get along extremely well. If you're crying she's going to cry with you. She gets so excited when someone is happy. She has dress up parties and we act like we're in a fashion show. The most fun you could ever have. She would do every TikTok trend if we had TikTok. Arts and crafts are her favorite thing to do.

Pietro Salvatore. He is such an older brother to all of us except his actual brothers. He indulges in our runway shows by letting us dress him up. He starts trouble all the time. Him and Damon are like evil twins but he knows how to chill. He's just as delusional as the rest of us. If not more. He loves taking care of plants. If you knock down any of his room plants please run. He got a bit of a temper. He's so petty and stubborn it kills me. He reads the newspaper as well and I feel like that's old folks activity but he says otherwise. (Old as shit)

I'm putting this shit on my master list btw.

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daenysthedreamer101 · 2 months

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Youngest Original ~ TVDU

Ch 1 - The End of The Affair

Mikaelson!OC

Warnings: mentions of blood, murder, injury, death, usual TVD shenanigans, female OC, Klaus being a bad brother lol

Corresponding episode: TVD 3x3

Masterlist

Prologue

Chicago, 2010

"Welcome back to Chicago, Stefan," Klaus says as they exit the car. Stefan gets out of the car, confused as to why they're here.

"What are we doing here?" He asks as Klaus opens the door of the storage room.

"I know how much you loved it here. Bringing back memories of the good old ripper days?" Klaus asks rhetorically.

"Blacked out most of them," Stefan admits. "Lot of blood, lot of partying. The details are all a blur." He adds.

"Well, that is a crying shame. The details are what make it legend." Klaus says.

Chicago, 1920s

Stefan gets out of the car wiping off the blood from his lips, and walks over to the back door of the club. He knocks and the bouncer lets him in. He walks through the hallway and walks into the club full of life and music. He looks around - Champagne, lights, pearls, people dancing on the dance floor...He puts his hands on the handrails and looks at the singer on stage.

"Guess who my eyes just spied, ladies? Looking for a good time, Mr. Salvatore?" The woman asks.

"Save me a dance, Gloria," Stefan says with a smile as he walks down the stairs. He sees a waiter walking with a champagne glass and he goes to take it, but a woman grabs it right in front of him.

"Oh. Please, help yourself." He says sarcastically. She turns around and looks at him. She's wearing a pretty flapper dress with pearls decorating her neck. She has white gloves on her hands and her blonde hair is done to perfection.

"Oh, I always do." She says with a smirk on her lips and a sparkle in her blue eyes. She walks over to him and licks his lips.

"Careful, Mr. Salvatore. You're still wearing your date. She's lovely." She whispers to him and starts walking away.

"No, no. Who are you?" He pulls her back to him. She just puts a finger over her mouth and walks away. Stefan looks at her bewildered as she sits down in a booth next to a pretty brunette. They whisper something to each other and giggle as they look in his direction.

"Chicago was magical," Klaus says.

"Yeah, well, I'll take your word for it. Like I said, I don't remember most of it." Stefan responds.

"Down to business, then?" Klaus asks sarcastically.

"Why am I still with you? We had our fun, your hybrids failed. I mean, don't you wanna move on?" Stefan asked.

"We're going to see my favorite witch," Klaus answered. "If anyone can help us with our hybrids problem...it's her." He added and got in the car.

1920s - Rebekah's POV

Rebekah was dancing on the dance floor with a man. She was trying to enjoy the music and the atmosphere but it was becoming increasingly difficult because Stefan and his rowdy group of friends were being loud and annoying.

She could hear her sister huffing in annoyance somewhere behind her. She turned around and made eye contact with her younger sister who was also dancing. Her sister pointed to Stefan with her head and Rebekah knew what she had to do.

"Sorry to crash the fun boys, but some of us actually came here to hear the music, not you." She told Stefan and his group of friends.

"Oh. I'm so sorry sweetheart. Are we offending you?" Stefan asks in mock concern. His friends laugh.

She smiled and walked up to Stefan. "It'd take a lot more than a baby face like this to offend me." She responded and headed back for the dance floor. Stefan once again pulls her back.

"Hey. Are you ever gonna tell me your name? " He asks.

"Sure. When you earn it. Now do Gloria a favor and stick a sock in it." She told him and went back to search for her sister.

She found her sister sitting in one of the booths, sipping on champagne. "He likes you." Her sister broke the silence. Rebekah rolled her eyes.

"Kassie..." She started but was cut off.

"Bekah..." Kassandra teased with a smile. "And you fancy him back. Don't you?"

Bekah just smiled and refused to look at her sister.

"See. You're blushing." Kassie continued teasing. Rebekah slapped her arm teasingly.

"Where's Klaus? I haven't seen him this whole evening." She asked her sister. Kassie just sighed and chugged down the rest of her champagne.

"I don't know. Eating an innocent girl, I assume." Her sister answered with disdain in her voice.

Klaus and Stefan walk into Gloria's old bar which still works, 90 years later. "Looks familiar, doesn't it?" Klaus asks as they look around the bar.

"I can't believe this place is still here," Stefan responds. Then, the owner of the bar, Gloria, comes out.

"I remember you." She says to the two vampires.

"Yeah...You're Gloria." Stefan says, shocked that the woman is still alive. "Shouldn't you be..."

"Old and dead? Now If I die who's gonna run this place, huh?" She responds with sarcasm.

"Gloria's a very powerful witch," Klaus adds.

"I can slow the aging down some. Herbs and spells. But don't worry, it'll catch up to me one day." She tells them.

Klaus tells Stefan to go behind the bar and pour them something to drink. "You look ravishing by the way." He compliments the witch.

"Don't." She waves him off. "I know why you're here. A hybrid out to make more hybrids? That kind of news travels." She tells him as they sit down at a table.

"So what am I doing wrong?" Klaus asks. "I broke the curse." From behind the bar, Stefan eavesdrops on their conversation with his supernatural hearing.

"Obviously you did something wrong. Look, every spell has a loophole. But a curse that old, we'd have to contact the witch who created it." Gloria informs Klaus.

"Well, that would be the Original witch. She's very dead." Klaus comments.

"I know. And for me to contact her, I'll need help." Gloria says. Stefan sees a picture on the wall as he's pouring drinks. He picks it up to examine it.

"Bring me Rebekah." She says to Klaus.

"Rebekah. Rebekah is a bit... preoccupied." He tells Gloria.

"She has what I need. Bring her to me." Gloria responds.

"What is this?" Stefan asks as he points to the black and white photo in his hands. In the photo are Klaus and Stefan, together.

"This doesn't make any sense. Why don't I remember you?" Stefan asked Klaus as they entered the storage room where Klaus kept his sibling's coffins. Klaus tries to avert Stefan's questions but Stefan grabs him and demands an explanation.

"Let's just say we didn't get off to a brilliant start. To be honest, I hated you." Klaus says.

Klaus then tells Stefan of how they first met and how Stefan knew Klaus's sister. "Your sister? So I knew another Original vampire?" Stefan asked. Klaus smirked at him.

"If you can't handle it, then don't ask," Klaus says and walks over to one of the coffins. He opened it and inside was his sister, Rebekah, gray and desiccated with a dagger in her heart. Klaus looked fondly at her and caressed her cheek.

"I don't recognize her," Stefan confessed.

"Don't tell her that. Rebekah's temper's worse than mine." Klaus says and removes the dagger from his sister's heart. "Time to wake up, little sister."

"Any day now, Rebekah. She's just being dramatic." Klaus comments.

"Look why don't you just tell me what the hell is going on? I mean you obviously want me here for a reason, right?" Stefan asks Klaus as they both look at Rebekah.

"Well, you have many useful talents. In fact, I learned some of my favorite tricks from you." Klaus informs Stefan.

1920s - Stefan's POV

"So Stefan, enlighten me. What makes you worthy of an Original like my sister? She's pure vampire and you're no more than a diluted bloodline." Klaus asks him as they all sit in a booth. Next to Stefan was Rebekah and next to Klaus was a beautiful girl named Kassandra and she was also an Original.

"Don't listen to him, Stefan. Nik's an elitist." Rebekah says to him as Klaus smirks and puts his arms around Kassandra who just chuckled at Klaus's words.

"And where's the rest of your family?" He asks Klaus.

"Well, let's see. Um, I killed most of them." Klaus stated matter-of-factly.

"But not all," Rebekah remarked with a pout.

"And you're ok with that?" Stefan asked her.

"Well, we all had the chance to choose a side. I chose the right one, eventually." Rebekah said and grabbed Klaus's hand.

"And you? What about you?" Stefan turned his attention to the pretty brunette who was wearing a pale green dress and was looking down at her nails.

"Me? Well, I was always on the right side. Wasn't I, Nik?" She asked rhetorically and leaned closer to Klaus who kissed her temple and smiled at her. The girl gave Rebekah a side glance and smirked at her and Rebekah just rolled her eyes.

They were then approached by a man who accused Stefan of being inappropriate with his wife and demanded to know where his wife was. Stefan Stefan told him to sit down and called for his wife.

When the woman, Lila, sat down, Stefan compelled her to cut herself and poured her blood into a glass. After dismissing the woman he compelled the man to drink his wife's blood.

"I was your number one fan," Klaus told Stefan as they walked toward the exit of the storage room.

"Why should I believe any of this?" Stefan asks. Klaus compels the guard of the storage room to inform Rebekah to go to Gloria's bar and to offer himself to Rebekah as food when she wakes up.

"We know each other. You trusted me with one of your secrets. Now I'm gonna prove it to you." Klaus tells Stefan and informs him they're going to Stefan's old apartment.

After visiting Stefan's old apartment, the two vampires went back to Gloria's bar. "Where's Rebekah?" Gloria asked them as she handed them both a bottle of beer.

"She'll be here. I can't just conjure her on demand." Klaus answered as he took a sip. He turns to Stefan and asks him what's wrong.

"This is why you asked me to be your wingman? Because you like the way I tortured innocent people." Stefan comments.

"Well, that's certainly half of it," Klaus says as he grabs a bottle.

"And what's the other half?" Stefan asked, curious.

"The other half, Stefan...is that you used to want to be my wingman," Klaus informed the other man as he poured them a drink.

1920s - Klaus's POV

Stefan passes Klaus a shot. Klaus chugs it down in one go. "They're jealous. Your family wants you dead because they can never be what you are." Stefan says to him.

"What? An abomination?" Klaus asks with self-loathing lacing his voice.

"No...a king." Stefan corrects him and they both laugh.

"Look at us. Two sad orphans." Klaus jokes. Stefan looks up where Rebekah and Kassandra are standing and talking. Rebekah looks down at Stefan.

"My sister fancies you, you know," Klaus informs Stefan who hums in acknowledgment.

"But I should warn you, Rebekah doesn't do anything half-speed. That includes falling in love. Just be careful. She's totally mad." He tells Stefan and both men laugh.

"I appreciate the advice," Stefan says as he takes another shot.

"And when the point comes when she inevitably leaves you...she can't help it, it's just who she is, don't let your heart do anything stupid," Klaus adds.

Stefan thinks for a second then asks. "What about your other sister? Am I not her type or what?"

Klaus ponders the question and looks up at his youngest sister and sibling. "Kassandra is...more reserved, shall we say? She guards her heart viciously. It will take more than a handsome face for her to fall in love." He explains to Stefan who is now also looking at the beautiful brunette. She looks down at Stefan and gives him a small, polite smile.

"She knows that, sooner or later, she will have to let go. So, instead of going through an inevitable heartbreak, she lets no one in. She's different from Rebekah in that sense." Klaus adds. A silence falls between two men.

"You know what? You're a good friend, Nik. I'm glad I met you." Stefan says to him and raises his glass for Klaus.

"So, I'm confused. If we were such great friends, then why do I only know you as the hybrid dick who sacrificed my girlfriend on an altar of fire? Huh?" Stefan asked.

Klaus smiled. "All good things must come to an end."

1920s - Kassandra's POV

She and her older brother were sitting at a table while Rebekah was on the dance floor with Stefan. "Are you sure you don't want to dance, love?" Klaus asks her. She looks at him and shakes her head with a smile.

"No, I'm good. But thank you for asking." She tells him as she plays with the pearls around her neck. "But it seems Bekah's having a fun time." She remarks with a smirk. They both look at Rebekah who is happily dancing with Stefan.

Then, the smile from Klaus's face disappeared and was replaced by a seriousness that only meant one thing - danger. "What is it, Klaus?" She asked him but he didn't respond. He looked around like he was searching for someone.

"CHICAGO POLICE!" All of a sudden a rain of bullets falls over the bar. Klaus chugs his drink and grabs Kassie's arm as they move away from the table. She tries to look for Rebekah but can't seem to locate her in the frenzy.

"Rebekah! Come on, we gotta go, sweetheart!" Klaus yelled across the bar as he kept a tight grip on Kassie's arm. Bekah appeared from behind the bar and Klaus grabbed her as well. Stefan asked what was going on but got no answer.

Klaus yells at both of them to go and pushes Bekah toward Kassie. "Come on, Bex!" Kassie says and grabs her sister and together they run out of the club, neither of them noticing that Rebekah's special necklace fell off of her in a hurry. What they also didn't witness was Klaus compelling Stefan to forget all three of them.

"You compelled me to forget," Stefan said as Klaus finished telling him the story.

"It was time for my sisters and I to move on. Better to have a clean slate." Klaus admitted and chugged another shot.

"But why?" Stefan wondered out loud. "You shouldn't have to cover your tracks. Unless you're running from someone." Stefan pieced the pieces of the puzzle together.

"Story time's over," Klaus says and turns away. Stefan then turns his head left and sees his brother Damon at the other side of the bar.

"I need another drink. A real one." Stefan says and walks out after his brother.

Outside of the bar, Stefan warns Damon that he has to get Elena out of Chicago, lest Klaus finds out that Elena's survival is the reason why all of his hybrids failed. Damon leaves for the club to distract Klaus while Stefan talks to Elena.

Elena tries to get Stefan to come back home, but Stefan refuses, telling her that her plan isn't gonna work. In the meantime, Klaus tries to kill Damon but is stopped by Gloria.

Elena argues that this situation is the same as it was when Lexi found him in the 1920s and helped him.

"And do you know what I did after that? I spent 30 years trying to pull myself together. To a vampire that's nothing. To you, that's half your life." Stefan says to Elena. She says that she won't give up on him.

"I don't wanna see you. I don't wanna be with you. I just want you to go." He tells her and walks away, leaving Elena heartbroken.

Klaus is back in the storage room where he kept all his coffins. He noticed that Rebekah's was empty meaning that she had awakened. He also noted the dead guard on the floor, further cementing the fact that Rebekah was now awake.

"Rebekah. It's your big brother. Come out, come out wherever you are." He said in a sing-song voice when all of sudden Rebekah appeared from nowhere and stabbed Klaus with the dagger.

1920s - Kassandra's POV

"Hurry up, Rebekah. Let's go." Klaus said as he opened the door of the truck.

"He'll be here any second," Rebekah said as she looked out, waiting.

"Do you wanna die? We've been found. We need to move." Klaus said to his younger sister.

"Not without Stefan," Rebekah said, refusing to move. Klaus told her Stefan was not coming.

"What did you do?" Rebekah asked with tears in her eyes.

"Come on. We don't have time for one of your tantrums." Klaus said and grabbed Rebekah by her arm but she pulled away.

"I don't want to run anymore Nik! All we do is run. I want to be with Stefan." Rebekah admitted.

"Fine, then choose. Him or us?" Klaus says. Rebekah looked at him and Kassie.

"Bekah, he's not worth it. Please, let's just get into the truck and go. Please." Kassandra pleaded with her older sister. Rebekah closed her eyes, not wanting to answer.

"That's what I thought. Get in the truck. Let's go." Klaus said as he put his hand on Kassie's back and guided her toward the truck.

"Goodbye, Nik," Bekah said. Kassie turned around in shock. There's no way Bekah was choosing Stefan over them!

"Bekah, you can't be serious. Him over us? Please, Bekah, just get in the truck. I beg you, please let's just-" She tried reasoning with Bekah but her words were cut short when Klaus daggered Rebekah out of nowhere, shocking Kassie.

"Oh my god! Rebekah!" Kassie screamed as her sister's body became grey and desiccated and fell to the ground. She looked at Nik with tears in her eyes.

"How could you!? How could you!?" She yelled at him as tears fell down her face. He grabbed her forearms.

"You better get in the truck, now, or you'll be next. Do you understand me?" Klaus threatened. She looked up at him with rage and anger in her eyes, but ultimately she obeyed him, as she always did.

Klaus pulled the dagger out of his heart. "Don't pout. You knew it wouldn't kill me." He said to a now awakened Rebekah.

"No, but I was hoping it would hurt more," Bekah replied cooly.

"I understand that you're upset with, Rebekah...so I'm gonna let that go, just this once. I brought you a little peace offering." Klaus tells her and then he tells someone to come in.

"Stefan..." Bekah whispered, shocked.

"Now, you remember," Klaus says to Stefan who suddenly gained back all his memories from the 20s.

"Rebekah..." Stefan said as he looked at the girl.

"Gloria tells me you know how to contact the Original witch," Klaus says as he walks over to his sister. "What do you have that Gloria needs?" He asks her. At that, Rebekah touches her neck.

"Where's my necklace? What did you do with it? I never take it off." Rebekah asked with panic in her voice. Stefan gulps, knowing exactly where the necklace is.

"Tell me that's not what she needs, Rebekah!" Klaus yells at her. She pushes him off and sprints to her coffin to search for her necklace. When she doesn't find it, she pushes her coffin and screams in frustration.

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We see Kassie in a flashback! We won't see her in person for a couple of chapters, but I tried establishing her as a character and her relationships with other people so that you have a sense of who she is before we officially meet her. Hope you enjoyed it.

If you haven't already, you can read the prologue I already posted. The link is at the top.

Thank you so much for reading, If you have any opinions feel free to share!

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