#She went I Pretend I Do Not See It ma'am are you engaging with the three emojis

[edeldoro]

I said it before 'War', but going to repeat I would be very surprised if Winter and Marrow actually got themselves arrested? Like, is court-martial still a Thing? When leader man discharged his weapon dubbed Due Process on political dissenters. And Ren marked them, Marrow most prominently (or the acoustics must be Really Good), before the rest of the AceOps. How does this pan out with the "O.K. (not O.K.)" game Winter is playing

#RWBY #Winter Schnee #Marrow Amin #LOUDLY SHRUGS #She went I Pretend I Do Not See It ma'am are you engaging with the three emojis #I don't want to see Winter walk into a fight but it will hinge on her Semblance and wits #Anyway 99.999999999% I'm wrong and that's fine #I don't think there's been an allusion with Bluebeard and that's the most I'm asking for like No Thank You

[toomanyfandoms02]

The Gala -- JJ Maybank (Part 2 of 2)

Summary - JJ loves to pretend he is someone else, so going to a gala and pretending to get engaged ( for free drinks of course ) is just his speed

Word Count - 1.5k

My favorite half of this mini series :)

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Once we pulled up I saw a few valet drivers standing at the front of the huge building.

"Won't, this place is ridiculous." I gasped, looking at the white palace-looking place.

"I know, can't wait to cause a small ruckus." He rubbed his hands together and I shook my head at him.

"Okay, JJ, you gotta keep it together, we are in figure 8 and we are 21. The slightest bit of maturity is needed at least until we are inside." He nodded enthusiastically at me, putting on a serious face. I pulled up to the valet service and just as I went to open my door JJ told me to stay inside. I furrowed my eyebrows at him as he took the keys and handed them to the driver.

"Just a sec, I've gotta get the door for my lady." The driver nodded with a smile. He came to my side and opened the door politely, grabbing my hand and helping me out.

"Thank you, love." I said, grabbing his hand and waving to the drivers as we made our way to the door.

"Hello there, name please?" The usher asked with a smile.

"Y/n Y/L/N and JJ Maybank. We are friends with Georges's cousin, he invited us." JJ lied confidently, pulling an invitation from his pocket.

I wonder where he got that, who knows with him.

"Alright, IDs?" He asked. I pulled mine from my course and handed it to him, JJ doing the same. He gave them a little once over and opened the door. "Enjoy your night." Once we were inside I turned to him.

"Where did you get that invitation?" I chuckled.

"Some kooks doorstep." He shrugged, handing it to me.

"Wow, they're really setting it up so anyone could take it and use it. No specific name on it or anything."

"Exactly. Wanna dance?" He asked, presenting his hand to me.

"Yes please!" I said as he dragged me to the group of people dancing on the tile floor. We danced to the fun upbeat songs for a while before there was a slow song.

"You wanna keep dancing or go get a drink?" He asked quietly.

"I need a breather, a slow dance shouldn't be too bad. Gotta keep up the couple facadé, right?" I said, putting my arms around his neck. He nodded in agreement, putting his hands on my waist. I laid my head on his chest and he rested his chin on my head.

"This is fun." He whispered, swaying with me. "We should do this more often."

"You can dance with me whenever you want JJ, we just happen to be in a very public place right now."

"I wanna dance with you anywhere, all the time." I smiled down at him and I could feel my face heating up for the second time that day, so I buried my face in his chest again.

"Let's get some drinks." I said as the song ended. I held his hand and pulled him to the bar. I slid some money on the counter. "Can I have a shot of tequila please?" I smiled at the bartender and she nodded. JJ scooted his stool closer to mine, putting his arm around me. It's like he *knew* he was making me flustered.

"Here you go, ma'am. Anything for you sir?" She turned to JJ.

"I'll have the same." She nodded and poured him one. I threw the shot back and put the shot glass on the table.

"Can I also get a shot of whiskey?" I smiled politely, JJ tilting his head at me.

"Of course." She poured me the shot. "Would you like a chaser? Some water?" She asked before I drank it. I nodded thankfully. She set a glass of water in front of me. I turned to JJ with a smile, hiding the shit glass.

"On three?"

"On three." He said back.

"One, two, three." We both took a shot and my face scrunched at the horrible burn and taste. I quickly chugged the water. JJ laughed at my dramatics.

"You alright there dear?" He asked teasingly, resting his hand on my thigh. I nodded enthusiastically.

"I am a-okay! But I *do* need to pee, so I'll be right back." I replied, sliding away from his grasp and heading to the bathroom. I went in and stood at the sink for a moment.

"Get ahold of yourself! It's a little game, none of this is real." I splashed some water on my face, realizing that I was in fact buzzed. I slapped my cheeks lightly a few times before going back out to the party. Just as I walked out I saw a girl sitting in my seat, clearly flirting with JJ. He looked *severely* disinterested. I felt a little out of control of my emotions and actions at the moment so I just let it play out.

I made my way back over to JJ, giving him a look. He gave me a 'help me' look as I walked towards him. I winked and sent him finger guns. I came up quite fast, making my way into JJ's lap, he wrapped his arms around me immediately.

"Hey, baby, who's this?" I tilted my head at her.

"I think she said her name was Tracy?" He said.

"It's Talia." He said with a slight mean mug. I felt JJ shrug behind me.

"I was just wondering where my girl went." He said against my ear, kissing the edge of it. I would have melted right then and there if I wasn't buzzed. Talia scoffed and left *my* seat, which caused JJ to laugh, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

"She would not leave me alone. I mentioned you like 4 times." He shook his head. I shifted on his lap a little.

"Is that a box in your pocket or are you just happy to see me." I teased.

"Oh, I'm definitely happy to see you." He shot back confidently. "Speaking of, you think this is a good time for a proposal? Or should I do it during a slow dance on the dance floor?"

"Oh slow dance for sure. We want as many people to see you propose so we get free drinks." I giggled, kissing his rosy cheek. Conveniently, a slow song began to play.

"Can I have this dance?" He asked in a horrible British accent.

"Yes sir." I replied in a just as bad accent, standing from his lap and taking him to the dance floor. I put my arms back around his neck and his hands returned to my waist. We danced for about 30 seconds before he let go of me and nodded, I nodded back. He pulled the box from his pocket and got down on one knee. A girl dancing beside us gasped, hitting her husband's shoulder and pointing to us.

"Y/n, you are the light of my life. I've been in love with you for 2 years now and I don't think I could ever live without you. I've never had someone make me so happy, or laugh all day long. I can't even be in a bad mood around you, it's impossible. Your smile lights up my whole day, maybe even my whole week. Just when I think you couldn't get any better you do. I'm really, *really* in love with you." I furrowed my eyebrows at him and he gave a slight nod.

Wait.

"Would you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Maybank?" He asked with a wink. I nodded slowly, and gave him my left hand, he slipped on the ring. I intertwined our hands.

"*Really* really?" I asked quietly, so no one could hear. He nodded nervously, avoiding my eyes. "Sweet." I smiled, pulling his face to mine and kissing him passionately.

He pulled me closer by my waist, still kissing me. I could feel him smile against my lips.

"Congratulations." I heard the woman next to us say. I thanked her and we got a slew of congrats from the room. Soon enough we were getting free drinks left and right. We sat at the bar and just took them.

"Is this why you wanted to do this?" I asked, taking a sip of my Margarita.

"To confess to you? Yeah, had to be something special. Plus, if you rejected me I could chalk it up to the game." He shrugged. "Foolproof."

"Lucky for you, I've been wrapped around your finger since we met Maybanks." I smiled, putting my hand on his cheek and rubbing my thumb across his face. He leaned in and kissed me again, tasting like alcohol.

"Same to you, Mrs. Maybank." He teased, poking the ring on my finger.

"We can be like this all the time now, right? I can call you love and you can call me the light of your life?" He nodded.

"And I can kiss you all the time now, right? Because I've been wanting to for years, I've gotta catch up." JJ pulled me closer by the stool I was sitting on, nearly making me fall but he steadied me.

"Absolutely." I replied, putting my forehead to his. We number noses a bit and he smirked.

"Perfect."

#jj maybank #jj maybank fic #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank imagine #jj obx #obx #outer banks #jj outer banks #jj maybank outer banks #jj maybank obx #jj maybank smut #jj x reader #jj maybank x reader

[swfteverlqrk]

We are getting married.

Day 6 of Christmas countdown

Bucky x fem! Reader

Warnings: brief mention of divorce ?)

A/N: remember that English isn't my first language, sorry for any mistake, also all my stories are for Tumblr only. Ugh, I'm so behind 😭

"God, no, no,no" you came downstairs running.

"Wow, yn, calm down, what's going on?" Wanda asked you from the kitchen.

"My parents are having this Christmas dinner and told them I'm engaged..." You said biting your nails and sitting next to Wanda.

"But you are not engaged or taken"

"I know! That's what scares me so much" you were practically screaming to her.

"Hey! Remember I have powers" she said annoyed at your attitude.

"I'm sorry, I'm just nervous, and I don't know what to do" you sighed and started to think, after some seconds you ran upstairs to go find Tony in his lab and luckily he was.

"My dear, dear friend, how are you?" You said with such an innocent smile

Tony rolled his eyes "What you want kid?"

"So, um, Long Short Story, I need you to pretend be my fiancee"

He hit a robot with the hammer from the shock "WHAT?!"

"Come on Tony... Please?" He shooked his head

"Kid, I could be your dad, come on!"

"Then who I should ask, Rogers?" You sat next to her, your chin on your hand feeling defeated.

"What about Barnes?" Stark proposed.

"Yes! That's brilliant, thank you!" You ran downstairs where he was training, you sat on the bench and when the soldier saw you he smiled and went to greet you, he had a bad crush on you.

"Hey yn, what are you doing?" He drank water

"Not too much, just... finding a fiancee."

He spitted his water "Wait what?"

You told him the story "So can you be my fiancee for the Christmas party?"

The silence governed for some minutes "Fine, today, right?"

"Yeah, wear a suit please, I'll wear a dress"

"Okay, I'll meet you downstairs at 6, does that work for you?" You nodded your head and he went to get ready.

Some hours later you were on your way there, both were planning the love story, Bucky proposed to tell that he saved you, of course you couldn't help but to laugh, then you proposed to tell that you saved him, after some minutes you agreed to say that Wanda introduced you, were partners on a mission and felt in love. You arrived.

"Remember to pretend to be madly in love with me,okay?" He nodded and took your hand.

But he didn't had to pretend, he really was.

"Yn, honey!" Your mother opened the door and immediately hugged you. "We missed you so much"

"I missed you too mom" but came in, the house was just like you remembered big and luxury, a dream for everyone. "This is James Barnes, my fiancee"

"It's a pleasure ma'am" he shook her hand politely. "Thanks for having me tonight"

"Oh sweetie you are practically part of the family" your mother hugged him. "He is so handsome, yn"

You looked to him and his blue eyes "Yeah, he is" you smiled blushed. "Where's dad?"

"Business chats, you know?" And you saw your dad, talking while making some calculus on a napkin. "But, suit yourself, please"

The party was charming and when you and Bucky were gonna go seat, someone appeared.

"Yn, what a surprise!"

"Blair, hi."

"I mean when mom told me you were coming I couldn't believe it but then engaged, Lord,I had to see it for myself" you laughed awkwardly.

"Well, Blair, this is James Barnes my fiancee, James,my oldest sister, Blair"

"Pleasure" both shook hands "Well yn, I'm gonna go look for Ally and you can tell us everything." And before a word came out of your mouth, she disappeared.

"Ally and her are really united, they used to messed with me so much, and now that I'm here engaged and Blair is divorced and Ally single because of work, they won't get off my back" You sighed and sat next to Bucky which was feeling overwhelmed.

After some minutes talking, the girls arrived "Tell us everything now!" Ally began.

You stutter and watched how a laugh was forming in both of them.

"Sorry ladies, but I'm gonna steal my girl to go dance" he stood up, took your hand and guided you to the dancefloor, there you started to swing getting lost in each other eyes.

"Thank you for saving me" he winked which made you blush.

"By the way, yn, you look so pretty" he whispered while spinning and without noticing you landed under a mistletoe. "Oh, I'm sorry, let's move from here" he added when he saw the mistletoe.

"James... You can kiss me"

And he did.

#marvel #avengers x y/n #bucky barnes x you #marvel x you #bucky x female reader #fanfic #bucky barnes #christmas

[castielific]

Title: Fancy and the tramp

Story status: Complete, 8 chapters

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Dean/Castiel, Alternate Universe, Fake boyfriends, pretend relationship, homeless!Dean, rich!Cas, family, angst with a happy ending, temporary breakup, getting back together, coming out, past!homophobia, self esteem issues, Dean Winchester has a sexuality crisis, first time, homelessness, bed sharing, pining

Sex tags: anal sex, switching, bottom!Cas, bottom!Dean, first time, frottage, marking, blowjob, fingering, barebacking

Special warning: Contrary to what the title may presage, there are no spaghettis in this story. 

Summary: 

"Okay, let's be clear on one thing from the start. This is not a lifetime movie and I'm straight, so no falling in love, get it?"

"I get it, Dean," Castiel nods.

Well, that's it then, apparently Dean is going to a fancy engagement party with his new fake boyfriend. What a weird day. 

Link to AO3

Chapter 1 under the cut:

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"Come on Ricky, you owe me that money!" Dean says on his phone, taking a step forward when the line of the coffee shop shortens. 

"I don't owe you shit, Dean. You still owe me the last three months of your rent," his ex landlord says on the phone.

"And I'll pay you, you know I will. But to get the money, I need a job, and to get that job I need some new clothes and-"

"Yeah yeah, I know the deal. You think no one has told me that one before? No bueno, man, I'm keeping your deposit," Ricky grumbles. 

Dean groans in frustration. "Come on, all I need is fifty dollars so I can buy a pair of pants without any holes in it. You give me fifty, I get the job and I pay you back, how does that sound?" he tries to negotiate. 

"Like a fucking lie," Ricky spits just before hanging up.

"No Ric-fuck!" 

The woman in front of him in line sends him a dark look. Dean rolls his eyes at her. Like she hasn't heard worse before. 

Ricky was his last shot. It was a long one, he really does owe that bastard some serious money. Guess he can kiss the job interview at two goodbye. It's some kind of assistant job. It sounds easy enough, buying coffee and picking dry cleaning and stuff. It was still a long shot anyway. Dean's only real job experience is being a bagger boy when he was seventeen and it lasted about two months before his dad decided to move them further east. 

So far, he'd always managed to get by doing repairs or cleaning at gas stops and motels. The older he gets and the harder it gets to find that kind of random job. People are more willing to give a few bucks in exchange for manual tasks to a kid than they are to a nearly thirty years old guy. Now they just tell him to fuck off. 

And since it's always been casual and off the book, the only official work experience he has is the bagger thing. He doesn't even have a high school diploma because he dropped out long before that. Not exactly a stellar resume. Which explains why he hasn't found work in eight month and is currently living in his car. Thank God he has Baby. 

He had been too ambitious thinking he could get his own place. It could only pay rent for about five months before he went broke. He's never had a home before, and had no idea that having an apartment cost so much. In motels, you don't exactly have to pay for water or heat or utilities. There was a bunch of stuff he hadn't planned for that ate up the last of his meagre savings. Ricky threw him out after three months when Dean couldn't scrape up enough money to pay rent anymore, putting a violent stop to Dean's pipe dream of living a normal life. He hoped it would be simpler to get a job if he had an actual address, had even thought about scrapping up enough to maybe get his GED. He's not sure what he's going to do now. 

He's always wanted to be a mechanic. If his dad ever taught him anything, it was how to take care of the Impala. John taught him all the basics and Dean got the knack of it. As a teen, he spent days reading car magazines and working on the Impala, trying to learn as much as he could about how cars worked and how to repair the different parts. He knows enough by now that he could easily work in a garage, but he's got no diploma, and hasn't found anyone willing to hire him on faith alone. 

The line of the coffee shop shortens again, the barista asking her order to the goody-two-shoes in front of him. Dean looks regretfully at the display of sandwiches. He searches his pockets and only comes up with three dollars. Of course, the cheapest piece of food cost four dollars. Dean sighs. Guess just a coffee will have to do today. 

He won't have another choice but to go to the soup kitchen tonight. He hates it there. The food is crap and he wants to punch the prancy people serving it. They always try to give him some Jesus bullshit with his food, like Jesus is ever gonna put a roof over his head and find him a decent job. Neither Jesus nor God nor whatever gives a crap about him. Not that he blames them. Hell, if they exist they're probably not big fans of the guy that used to slip into church as a kid to pick the lock of the donation box

"Just an americano, please," Dean says regretfully when the barista asks for his order. At least it will keep him warm and fill his stomach for a short while.

Halloween just went by and the weather is becoming really cold. He should use the last of Baby's tank to go as far south as he can before winter really hits. He probably won't get farther than Wichita though, and the thought makes him shiver. No one wants to get stuck for a winter in Wichita. Maybe he could go and see if he can make a few bucks at the nearest motel, that kind of place always needs a handyman's help. He hasn't tried the one on Corn Street yet. He's noticed only two lights are still working on their sign, he could offer to help with that. If he makes fifty bucks, he might be able to reach Austin. 

Dean stops on the sidewalk in front of the coffee shop, pondering if he should walk to the bar a few streets down or the motel. Sometimes Benny, the owner of the bar, lets him use the sink in the back to wash up. If he's lucky, he'll even get some leftovers from last night. It's generally just some stale pretzels, cold fries on good days, but it's still better than nothing. He's got two cans of beans and a car with an near empty tank to his name right now, so he's not picky. 

Dean takes a look at his watch. It's eleven thirty already, the leftovers are probably already in the trash at Benny's. The motel is probably his best bet. 

"I'll give you a hundred dollars if you pretend to be my boyfriend." comes a hoarse voice, way too close to his ear. 

Dean jumps, nearly spilling his coffee on himself. He spins to the right to face the man who just talked and is met with a pair of clear blue eyes. Way too close again. He waits a second for the man to take a step back as he realises as close Dean turning brought them, but the guy just continues to stare at him, head slightly tilted to the side. He's wearing an oversized trench coat over a dark blue suit that looks expensive. He's so close a gust of wind makes the bottom of his coat brushes Dean's shin. 

"Dude, personal space," Dean reproaches, taking a step back. "And fuck off, I don't swing that way," he adds, not meanly. It's not the first time he's getting hit on by a dude. Sadly, not even the weirdest. He's strictly into chicks though, so no dice.

"Two hundred bucks," the man insists. He looks ready to fall on his knees and beg, eyes going wider and wider as he throws a panicked look to the right of Dean's shoulder. "It won't take more than ten minutes and all you have to do is nod along," he begs, making Dean wonders if he's in danger somehow. Maybe he has a stalker or an abusive ex? 

Dean follows his eyes to a woman coming closer. She's very elegant in a grey pantsuit and a long white fur coat as she walks straight toward them. He can feel her eyes judging him even from thirty feet away, looking at him from head to toes. If he wasn't already self-aware of the number of holes in his jeans, he would definitely be under that gaze. 

"Five hundred dollars," the other man whispers just as the blond woman reaches them. 

"Castiel, dear, you should have told me we would have company, I would have notified the restaurant," the woman says, sending a clearly disapproving look toward Dean as she deposits a kiss on the other man's - (Castiel, apparently, what kind of name is that??) - cheek. 

"Mother, let me introduce you to my boyfriend," Castiel says, looking ill at ease. He's obviously not a very good liar. 

Dean blinks a few times as their attention turns toward him. Castiel seems to be trying to communicate something with his eyes, and Dean frowns in incomprehension for a moment before he gets the hint. 

"Huh. Dean. Winchester," he finally says. "Ma'am," he adds when she just continues to stare at him like he has grease smeared all over his face. He's pretty sure that she wouldn't want to touch his hand if he were to offer it to shake, so he doesn't. 

"Naomi Novak," she introduces herself. "What a delight to finally meet Castiel's new companion," Naomi says, her deadpan tone contradicting her words. "Of course, I would have preferred not to be ambushed by such an announcement. Castiel, you know, that Le Délice hates it when we change our reservation last minute. Who knows if they will even have a table for three," she declares, already composing a number on her phone. 

"It's okay, mother, Dean won't be joining us for lunch."

"Oh, is it because your attire isn't appropriate?" Castiel's mother asks, looking at the holes in Dean's jeans and the big leather jacket that used to be his dad's. "I assure you they won't say a word about it if you're with us," she reassures. 

Dean squirms a little, wondering what the hell is even happening. Ten minutes ago he was buying a coffee and going at his day like a perfectly normal person (well, albeit a homeless and jobless one). Now, his fashion sense is being criticized by the mother of a man who is pretending to be his boyfriend. Did a piano fall on his head or something? Has he finally lost his mind?

He looks to the man beside him. He's scratching the side of his neck in nervousness. The move makes his coat fall a little over his wrist, revealing a freaking Rolex watch. Dean looks back to the woman, eyes sliding on her diamond earrings and the huge rock around her neck. 

You know what? That's not okay. His stomach has been crying for food since last morning, and he's what? Supposed to help this stranger by saying no to free lunch at one of the most prestigious restaurants in town? Fuck no. He's gonna eat like a king and make a few hundred bucks off the back of those rich assholes. 

"In that case, it would be my pleasure to join you," Dean announces with his most charming smile. 

"What?" Castiel can't help but bark. "But y-your work thing?" he tries, sweating. The round panic eyes are back. Dean sends him his best shit eating grin. They both know he now either has to invite this stranger to lunch or reveal the lie to his mother. The guy is trapped and may as well continue to play along.

"It's not as important as a chance to finally get to know your mother, honey," Dean answers. "He's told me so many nice things about you, Naomi. Can I call you Naomi?"

"Of course, dear," Naomi says. She looks a little wide eyed too, probably thrown by Dean turning on the charm to the max.

"Perfect! We shall go now, we don't want to miss your reservation. I do hope it won't be too much of a bother for them to add a chair to your table," Dean says. He should probably tone it down with the pompous tone, because he nearly added an English accent here. 

Naomi leads the way, and Dean is going to follow when a hand grabbing his arm makes him fall a few steps behind. 

"What the hell are you doing?" Castiel hisses.

"Acting as your boyfriend?" Dean says innocently. By Castiel's glare, he's not fooled. 

"I asked you to nod silently for ten minutes, not to do method acting for a whole meal," he reproaches. Naomi sends a look behind her shoulder and Castiel smiles at her like there is no worries, indicating for her to lead the way, 

Dean shrugs. "I had some free time."

"I'm not giving you more money than planned, if that's your goal," Castiel says with a suspicious squint. 

"I'm fine with the five hundred as long as you're also paying for lunch," Dean says, wiggling his eyebrows as they walk toward the restaurant. Something passes on Castiel's face that Dean can't quite identify. The other man stares at him for so long that it's a wonder he doesn't trip. He finally relents with a long suffering sigh as they enter 'Le Délice'. 

Apparently, Naomi Novak is prominent enough that they don't mind changing her reservation after all. They're seated at a table near a legit indoor fountain. Dean is looking around, trying not to let show how impressed he is by the place. The walls are made of stone and covered in frescos that he always thought you couldn't see outside of a church or castle. A waiter gives him a leather covered menu and Dean opens it eagerly. After a few niceties to Naomi, they're asked what they want to drink. Dean has an inkling that he probably shouldn't ask for a beer in an establishment like this. 

"Same for me, please," he says after Castiel ordered some wine with a name Dean can't pronounce. At least, he hopes that's wine. Who knows. Hell, in this place the bottles of water are probably more expensive than his usual brand of beer. 

Dean starts to second guess his decision when he realizes that the menu is in french. What is it with rich people and France? He just wants a damn steak, how do you say that in french? Is there even steaks here or is it just frog legs and snails? Oh god, he hopes not. 

"I think I'll take the duck today," Naomi notes. "Nobody cooks it better than chef Francis. How about you Dean? Have you ever come here before?" There is a mean glint in her eyes that says she knows perfectly well he hasn't. Hell, from the side eyes he got from everyone as they crossed the room, everyone here knows he's not from their world. There are three holes in his jeans, threads hanging from the bottom and his dad's leather jacket probably should have ended up in the trash about three years ago. Even now, it's still too big for him and the sleeves are so scruffed that they're nearly paper thin. The original dark brown color has turned to a light beige in most places from wear. His scruff is just the bad side of too long now, and he hasn't had a haircut since April, strands starting to fall into his eyes. At least, he's wearing his best plaid shirt and managed to wash up last night, so he's not smelling too rank. Why would Castiel pick him out of all the people in the street at that moment to play his boyfriend? It makes no sense at all. From the guy's obvious discomfort as he hides behind his menu, he probably realizes it. 

"Actually, Naomi, duck sounds like a delicious idea," Dean says, voluntarily ignoring her question. To be honest, he’s never even eaten duck before, but it's poultry so it probably taste like chicken. You can't go wrong with chicken, right? His stomach certainly likes the idea, gurgling so loudly that he has to hide it behind a cough. 

Castiel ends up ordering some fish and soon their drinks arrive. Dean barely has time to sip at his red wine before Naomi pounces. 

"So, tell me everything, how did you two meet?"

Dean nearly chokes on his drink. Castiel seems to gulp down his whole glass. 

"We met at a coffee shop. Dean was in line in front of me and we started to talk," Castiel explains, not quite meeting anyone's eyes.

"How quaint!" Naomi exclaims, clasping her hands in delight. "I'm just sorry that you didn't tell me about it sooner, Castiel. How long have you been keeping this charming man a secret?"

"Not-," Castiel clears his throat, "-not long."

"Well, it's nice to finally meet you Dean. I sure wish this luncheon will give me the chance to learn everything about you."

Luncheon? Who even talks like that outside of Downton Abbey?

"I do hope I'll get to keep some mystery, we wouldn't want this guy to lose interest," Dean says with a wink. He pats Castiel's hand on the table. Should he hold it or something? How open on PDA are gay people those days? Not that he knows more about how heterosexual couple act in public anyway, especially in those crowds. It's probably safer to keep the PDA to a minimum here. 

"You have to at least tell me some things. For one, what career path are you on?" She looks like a shark circling her prey. 

"I'm a mechanic," he lies. He'd rather stay as close to the truth as possible. It's a little unfair that Castiel is letting him do all the talking when his initial demand was that he stayed silent, especially since it's his skin that Dean is apparently saving, but the guy looks like he's swallowed a potato whole. 

"Oh, that's...interesting," Naomi says in that insincere tone of hers. She looks like he told her he was fucking children’s corpses every full moon. He's two seconds away from telling her that he's actually jobless, penniless, and homeless, just to see her face, when Castiel intervenes. 

"How is Anna's engagement party coming on?" 

Thankfully, this seems to be a subject Naomi loves because she tells them about every aspect of the future party all the way through their meal. 

Duck, as it turns out, is actually very good. It's more like red meat than chicken, which is a great surprise. Although, Dean isn't a fan of the way rich people put tiny quantities of food in very large plates. He eats all the dinner rolls and scrapes every single bit of sauce out of his plate, yet he's still hungry by the end of it. He nearly starts crying when the waiter asks them if they'll take dessert and Naomi declines. He's starting to wonder if that little piece of duck was worth sitting through lunch with her. 

"That sounds like you're turning this into a wonderful event, mother, Anna must be delighted," Castiel compliments. 

"Oh, you know your sister," Naomi waves it off. "It sure feels like a nice opportunity to introduce your new beau to everyone."

Dean frowns. What's a beau? Is that him? That's not him, right?

"I wouldn't dare take any attention away from Anna," Castiel tries to refuse. 

"Don't be daft, you know your sister won't care. Everyone will be so happy that you've finally found-" she passes a long look, over Dean, like she's doubting anyone would actually approve of him. She certainly doesn't seem to, "-someone," she finishes lamely. 

"Oh shoot, I don't think I'm available that night," Dean tries to play off. 

"I'm not sure I've told you the date of it yet."

"Cas did," he says. The other man perks up at the surname, but whatever, 'Castiel' is a mouthful. "And I have this huh work thing, you know? Bummer," Dean says with a fake pout. 

"What kind of 'work thing' can a mechanic possibly have on a Saturday evening?"

Dean tenses up, pursing his lips. "One he can't get out of?"

"Nonsense, you're coming," Naomi brushes off. And that is that apparently. Shit. There is a vein about to pop on Castiel's forehead. "Castiel, dear, you look a little white. Was the fish okay?"

"I-Yeah-I-Actually, do you think we could possibly cut our lunch short? I am indeed feeling quite unwell."

"Of course, my dear," Naomi says, leaning forward until her hand touches his forehead. "You're as clammy as a fish. I should come home with you, and make sure you're okay," she announces, taking her napkin off her lap and deposing it on the table, ready to stand up. 

"No!" Castiel stops her, a little too brusquely. "I-Dean will take good care of me, don't worry," he says, getting up and grabbing Dean's arm so he does so too. Dean follows his lead, all too happy to get out of here. "Stay and enjoy your tea, mother."

"If you say so," Naomi says, sending an unsure look at Dean, obviously upset at being brushed off in his favor. "Call me this evening, or I'll worry all night."

"Of course, mother," Castiel acquiesces, kissing her cheek. Dean hovers behind him. Is he supposed to kiss her too? Wave hello? Shake her hand? 

"Dean," she says as what is apparently a sufficient goodbye. Thank God. "I'll be sure to see you on Saturday," she reminds just as they're walking away. 

Cas turns on him as soon as they're outside the restaurant. 

"What was that?!" he asks, not quite yelling. He starts pacing, rubbing a hand through his already pretty ruffled hair. 

"You owing me five hundred bucks? Dude, you're lucky I don't charge you more for the fresh hell I just lived through."

"You went through hell? You?!" his pacing gets faster and Dean has an idea that if he stops pacing he might punch him in the face. 

"That's what you get for asking this kind of stuff from a perfect stranger," Dean shrugs, pushing a pebble with the point of his shoe. His red sock is peeking out from a tiny hole near his big toe. It's such a contrast to how grand everything and everyone looked in there. It's making him feel like shit. He's maybe feeling a tiny bit guilty for trapping Castiel like that too. He doesn't seem like a bad guy, albeit one with a psycho mom.

Cas turns on him, eyes glaring and mouth open in what will probably be a flow of reproaches. He stops himself before he says anything though, seeming to deflate. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breathe instead, shoulders falling. "I'm sorry. You're right. I should be thanking you. I have no right to make you any reproach when I brought this on myself."

"It wasn't so bad, though, was it? I mean, I think I sold it?" Dean asks, a little hesitant. He even used pedantic talk and everything. 

"You did as well as could be expected."

"That's not much of a compliment…". 

"I shouldn't take more of your time," Cas apologizes, taking his wallet out. Dean goggles at the amount of cash in there. 

"You really shouldn't have that much cash on you, that's, like, asking for trouble."

Castiel squints at him like he's wondering if that means Dean is gonna rob him for a moment, before he hands him a wad of cash. 

Dean's eyes bulge out, "That's way more than five hundred dollars."

"There's also an advance in there to buy some clothes for the engagement party."

"The what now?" Dean blinks dumbly for a second until his brain catches up to what is happening. "Dude, no, I'm done!" 

"You were the one to push it so far in the first place," Castiel reminds. Accuses, really. 

"I just wanted to eat fancy food, okay! Not, like, go steady."

"There will be lots of food at my sister's engagement party," Castiel tries to persuade. Badly. 

Dean gives him a nonplussed look. The cash feels heavy in his hand. He's never had so much before. This could help him get a new start. What's a night of playing Downton Abbey compared to the many many nights he might not have to freeze his ass off in the backseat of his car thanks to it?

"Why are you even doing this anyway? And why would you choose me? Do I look that desperate for cash?"

"No," Cas says after what's definitely a too long pause. Dean scowls. "You were in front of me in the coffee shop line. I heard you talking on the phone. You said you needed some cash to buy a new outfit for a job interview. Begged, really."

"Where the fuck do you get on listening in on other people’s conversation?" 

"I didn't listen, I just heard."

"You know, what? Fuck you," Dean spits, "I don't need that bullshit in my life right now." He has enough cash to get to Austin and replenish his stock of food, even buy some new clothes. At least this way he can keep his dignity rather than being insulted by a bunch of rich assh-

"Please," Castiel begs, following him as Dean storms away. "You don't understand…"

"Oh I understand perfectly," Dean says, stopping and turning around so brusquely that they nearly bump into each other. "You think you can shit on other people from your high horse and that they'll still do your deed for a few hundred bucks. Well, I'm not your freaking puppet, man."

"I have never shitted on any-" he stops himself with a frustrated groan, before turning on the puppy dog eyes. "Dean, please. Listen to what I have to say at least?"

"I know what you're gonna say. I've seen that movie before, Cas. You're going to bring me to that party, so you can parade me around like I'm some earned price or some shit. Meanwhile you get to appease mommy dearest and the clan of hyenas putting pressure on you to find a husband, while still having the satisfaction of giving them a huge fuck you by bringing a guy like me instead of the golden boy they're dreaming of."

"I-" Castiel stops himself, pursing his lips. "That's actually not that far from the reality."

"Of course it isn't. Told you, I've seen that trope before. Except this is real life and your plan sucks, so you can keep your money and I'll keep my dignity. Just grow a pair and tell them all to fuck off, will ya?"

"You sure do like saying that to people," Castiel sulks. "Are you sure you can't do it for me?" 

"Oh believe me I would love to tell your mom to fuck off, but I like my balls attached to my body, so that's a hard pass."

Castiel laughs slightly at that and Dean can feel his own anger start to abate at the sound. "Good self-preservation instinct on your part," Cas mumbles. The puppy look is still there, except now it's making him feel like he's kicked the puppy.  

"You know, we're in the 21st century, right? You shouldn't feel pressured to the point of inventing a boyfriend. Who gives a shit about that nowadays?"

"My family does," Castiel answers in a long sigh. "You don't get it, how could you... I have three brothers, Dean," Castiel explains. "Two sisters. My little sister, who is just nineteen, just got engaged. I was already seen as the irremediably unwed one and now I…," he pauses, sending a nervous look at Dean, looking ashamed.

"Oh come on. How hard can it be? You're rich, objectively good looking. Do you have weird kinks or something?"

 "I-I wouldn't know. I've never even been in a relationship before," he confesses, looking at the ground.

"When you say 'relationship', you don't mean you've never…" Dean inquires. Cas' cheeks redden, and Dean blows like he just got punched. "Wow. That sucks."

"Yes, it's very pathetic."

"What? Eh no, it's not pathetic. Surprising, yeah. But, to each their own, you know?"

Cas inclines his head like he's not sure he does know. 

"I'm sorry I tried to drag you in all of this. You seem like a good man. You don't deserve-"

"-to be served on a platter to your family?" Dean asks, searching Castiel's gaze until they exchange a smile. 

"Yes. That." The man is still looking dejected. The money is still in Dean's hand. That duck really was good. Damn it.

"The food better be freaking awesome," Dean relents with a frustrated grunt. Castiel seems instantly relieved. "And you're not pretty woman-ing me," he warns, pointing a finger at the other man. "I'm choosing my own clothes and I don't give a shit if I don't know which fork to use for fish."

Castiel's head is tilted and he's blinking owlishly, like he doesn't understand a word that Dean is saying. Figures. He's not sure how he could convince anyone that he's this dork's boyfriend, honestly. Naomi certainly looked like she wasn't fooled. 

"I'm sorry for the way my mother behaved toward you. I assure you, being yourself will be amply sufficient to the task."

"Dude, the way y'all talk, where do you come from, Victorian England?"

"I-I don't think I have English ancestry, no. Why?"

They blink at each other for some time. 

"I must be a freaking masochist."

Cas' face scrunches up even more in incomprehension. 

"Okay, let's be clear on one thing from the start. This is not a lifetime movie and I'm straight, so: no falling in love, get it?"

"I get it, Dean," Castiel nods. 

Well, that's it then, apparently Dean is going to a fancy engagement party with his new boyfriend. What a weird day... 

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[nish-with-no-niche]

Open The Door....

Genre: Romance, Arranged marriage (sort of)au.

Pairing: Got7 Jaebeom x (sick'o mode!) OC

Characters:

Got7 Im Jaebeom Seungmae Meera (29 yrs) May-Ah(Meera's best friend, 30y/o, special appearance) Mrs. Seungmae (Meera's mom, 50y/o)

Summary:

" You're worried about that ? " (laughs heartily) "I've seen you in your worst condition, Meera....."

"She isn't too well."

"What happened?"

"Meera ate too much at last night's party."

Both Jaebeom and an apologetic Mrs. Seungmae were walking up the stairs to Meera's bedroom, meanwhile......

"Hn, this is the fourth time already...... Now! Where did I keep my towel? Must be on the sofa. Hmm, find it soon Meera or else hell will break loose."

With determination in her eyes, Meera decided to search downstairs and was going out of her room.

" Uff, I really need to hit the bathroo- aaaaah!"

Meera ran inside her bedroom and in a split second shut the door on Jaebeom's face.

"Jaebeom-ssi! What are you doing here?!?" Said Meera shocked at the unexpected visitor.

"Uh... May-Ah told me you were sick."

Aish that good-for-nothing, I'm gonna sue her. What do I do now? Hissed Meera feeling shameful of her present state.

"I'm really sorry Jaebeom-ssi, but now is not a good time. I seriously cant see you today."

"That's okay, this is why I came here. " Smiled Jaebeom. "Can you please let me in now?"

" No- please- I really look like a cave-man right now, trust me, you'll forget all thoughts about marrying me."

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Jaebeom was chosen by Meera's parents for her Arranged marriage because she was very engrossed in her work as a software engineer and had previously turned down all prospective offers that came her way.

Naturally, Mrs Seungmae was worried that eventually her precious, hard working and eldest daughter who deserved the world would end up having no one by her side because of her reserved personality.

Meera didn't like the idea at first , and she still had a lot to get done, so Jaebeom proposed that they should date instead for a while to get to know each other and also so that Meera gets comfortable enough around him.

Meera was an all rounder according to him. She was stern but sweet , clumsy but admirable, simple but beautiful, tall, long hair, thoughtful- the list goes on. But more than anything, she was earnest. She was tailor-made for him and he wanted to be perfect for her.

"Ahahahahaha. You're worried about that?" laughed Jaebeom heartily.

"Meera , did you forget I've seen you in your worst state, when you were drunk?"

Mom :- "What? When did that-"

In a swift motion the door was opened and a cold hand pulled Jaebeom inside the room before Mrs. Seungmae could even digest the shocking revelation of her daughter being drunk.

Of all people. Her daughter.

Looking towards a clueless Jaebeom Meera pleaded in a hushed tone- "don't speak anymore."

"Mom? Didn't you have to go to Aunt Saeri's house? She's waiting."

"Oh, yes I know. But let me come back home then you see what happens to you. "Chastised her mom.

However, Jaebeom who was looking at the state of Meera's room thought- okay, she really is a mess right now.

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"Well.... sit on the ,uh.... desk-chair for a while and- uh- let me clear up the- "

Meera ran to the bathroom to deposit the contents of her system.

She felt like vanishing from existence that very moment. In the room was her soon-to-be fiancè, all clad in gentlemanly aura, and here she was, a pathetic excuse of a woman, who has no elegance, no sophistication and her dignity going down the drain with every passing second.

Jaebeom came from behind and he gathered all the hair strands and held them behind her head all the while stroking her back gently.

At the sudden touch, Meera motioned with her left hand for him to go away but he didn't budge.

"We are in a relationship, it's natural for a man to do this for the girl."

After hearing those words,Meera couldn't say anything to him and let him help.

I'm not a kid , even my own mom didn't show me any sympathy when I was hurtling in the morning.

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"I'm so sorry you had to witness that."

"It's okay,I didn't know your situation was this bad until i came here so I didn't bring any sick people's food." Said Jaebeom while cleaning her room.

Meera was resting on the bed , laying against the headrest, as Jaebeom instructed her to.

" 'Sick people's food', hehe" repeated Meera.

"You should go back now jaebeom-ssi,you must be having so much work."

" No worries, I don't have any work today. Plus, my sister is having a party at home. Aaaand it was very loud so I came to spend the day here."

"Oh no, you didn't have to take a day off because of- "

"Today is a Sunday, Meera."

"Right! right, ohoho, yeah..." flustered, Meera closed her eyes and pretended to go to sleep.

Just then Meera's mom, chimed, "Meera? I'll be leaving now. Jaebeom-ssi, do you want me to give you some breakfast?"

"Oh, that's not required Ma'am, I already ate, although, I would love to have lunch- if it wouldn't be too much trouble."

" Why not? I'm sure Meera would love to have you too. Thankyou so much for taking care of her , I'll be back soon!"

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It was 2 pm now, Jaebeom was on his phone seated across from Meera on the bed, while said person was working on her laptop, now that her condition was a bit stable.

"Jaebeom-ssi?"

"Yes? "

"Do you always wear suits? Like, it's your day off, no? So shouldn't you be in shorts or t-shirts? " asked Meera looking at him curiously.

"I do, but I was going to my soon-to-be fiancee's house, I thought I had to look handsome and manly in front of your parents." Jaebeom smirked, playfully.

Amused by his answer Meera went back to her work , grinning.

"They'll confirm the engagement date by next month." Meera stated, eyes not leaving her computer screen.

"Yeah, I got to hear about it from my sister." After a hesitant moment later he spoke, "Meera?".

"Hmm?"

She seemed a bit engrossed in her work, a trait Jaebeom respected her for. Even though she wasn't in a good enough condition to work, that didn't deter her from completing the task she was committed to.

And he admired her for that .

"I have an office gathering, coming Thursday...... would you like to accompany me ? My colleagues wanted to meet you before the, you know..... engagement."

Meera looks up to find Jaebeom looking straight at her.

(Suddenly conscious) " Oh sure! I would love to meet them! Hopefully I'll become healthy by then.

With a small smile Jaebeom replied, "We're good then."

"Meera! I'm home." Announced Mrs. Seungmae.

"I feel okay enough to get up now. Shall we head downstairs for lunch?" Facing Jaebeom , Meera asked.

"After you." Replied Jaebeom cheekily.

Smiling, Meera announced, "we're coming mom, let's have lunch."

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A/N: lastly if you are reading this then it means you must have read my fanfiction till the end , thankyou very much for that and you literally are the most precious person to me. Hope you enjoyed it ! :)

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[summahsunlight]

This Way Became My Journey, Ch. 18

The Karvaian Prime Minister, Ayrel, was a tall, lanky man with pale skin, deep nasal ridges, and long, jet black hair, tied back at the nape of his neck. He wore long crimson robes made out of a material that looked like cotton, but felt like silk to the touch. Kathryn Janeway couldn't help but notice that his large presence also made the spaces usually occupied by Commander Chakotay and Counselor Barrett seem non existent.

When they had emerged from Rupor space, Janeway had ordered to rendezvous with a Karvaian vessel that would bring the Prime Minister to her so they could meet. It had taken Voyager three hours to meet up with the slower Karvaian vessel. She had skipped the pleasantries when Ayrel had transported to Voyager and brought him to the briefing room, where the senior staff, or what remained of them, were gathered at the table.

"Is it your custom, Captain, to have this many people present for a treaty negotiation?" Ayrel asked her, his black eyes scanning the room.

"Sometimes," Janeway answered, simply. "But we're not here to discuss the treaty, we're here to discuss the Rupor, and you know that." She gestured toward an empty seat. "Please, why don't you have a seat Prime Minister."

Cautiously Ayrel took his seat at the opposite end of Janeway. "To be honest with you Captain, I'm not sure I'm going to be much help. My people have sworn off dealing with the Rupor; they are ruthless warriors who will stop at nothing to keep outsiders out. So, we stay out of their space and they stay out of ours."

Janeway raised an eyebrow in a gesture that was eerily Tuvok. "You mean to tell me that you've known about the Rupor and what they are capable of?"

A look of guilt washed over the Prime Minister's face. "Well, yes, I suppose."

"And you failed to tell me or my diplomatic party the dangers of crossing out of Karvaian space?" Janeway questioned, her voice laced with controlled anger. "We tracked our shuttle to the surface of a planetoid. Unfortunately, the Rupor swarmed us and we had to retreat back into...friendlier space. My officers, if they aren't dead already, are not going to survive much longer out there, which means we have to act fast."

"I'm truly sorry about your loss-,"

"I don't think you quite understand, Prime Minister," Janeway interrupted. "It's not my people's way to leave officers behind. And I want you to know that I will exhaust every last possibility to rescue them. Your help would be greatly appreciated."

Ayrel looked around the group, noticing the same determined look in their eyes. He had never encountered such devotion and loyalty in the Delta Quadrant, and it prompted him to divulge a bit of information to their leader. "Several years ago one of our transport vessels had to alter course to avoid an ion storm, it lead them into Rupor space. They took refuge in a nebula until they came up with a way to modify their shields so the Rupor could not detect them. In effect it cloaked them. I would be willing to have my engineers beam over and help your people make the same modifications to Voyager."

A smile spread across Janeway's face. "Thank you Prime Minister, that would be wonderful."

Ayrel gave her a small nod of his head. "I'll send a team over right away. Hopefully you can be underway by morning."

By morning? Janeway thought, miserably. She had hoped to be underway a lot sooner than that.

"Is there anyway we could have the modifications done before then?" Tuvok asked. "Captain Janeway was correct when she said our people have very little time. We would like to be on our way as quickly as possible."

"Commander Tuvok's right," Harry Kim spoke up. "The sooner we get the modifications up and running, the sooner we can head back to the planetoid and find our missing people."

"I can pull people off of repairs if I have too," B'Elanna Torres said, "if it means the modifications can be done faster."

"We could also do them in route to the planetoid," Tom Paris suggested. "If we travel at maximum warp we could be back there by twenty three hundred hours."

Chakotay, I wish you were here to see them working together like this, Janeway mused, with a sense of pride running through her veins at her how her senior officers were sticking up for each other and working together.

The Prime Minister looked her gravely in her eyes. "I'm afraid, Captain Janeway, that tomorrow morning is the best I can offer you. The modifications are extremely complex; they have to be since you are trying to hide from the Rupor." His dark eyes became sad, "I'm sorry, I know that this must be difficult for you and your crew."

More than you know, Janeway thought, coldly. "Well then, let's not waste anymore time here because time is precious right now. Tuvok, escort the Prime Minister back to the transporter room and await the engineering team. B'Elanna, get your people ready to make the modifications. Harry, I want you to help B'Elanna; Tom, set a course back to Rupor space and come to an all stop just outside their borders. I want to be close by when those modifications come online. Dismissed."

She watched as the senior staff and the Prime Minister left the table, leaving the room and leaving her alone with her thoughts. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she could feel a headache forming behind her right temple. Tomorrow morning seemed so far away. And the prospect of what they could find on that planetoid frightened her.

"Paris to Janeway, we're ready to get underway ma'am."

Opening her eyes and standing up, Janeway pushed the chair away from the table and tapped her combadge. "Understood, I'm on my way." With one last look around the briefing room, she stepped out onto the bridge and called in a crisp command voice, "engage Mister Paris."

When Chakotay returned to "camp" around midday from his trek up the mountain to find water, he was surprised to find two things. One being that Sarah had developed a fever, despite his attempts to stall the infection's progress, the other thing being the sensors were blaring.

"They've been doing that for about five minutes," Sarah muttered. "If I was able to get up I would have checked them."

He had not even realized that the sensors had survived the crash. They're probably the only thing on this shuttle that did survive the crash, Chakotay thought. If he had known they were semi-operational, he may have been able to calibrate them to send another signal to Voyager. It had nearly been two days and they had heard nothing from Janeway or the others. Putting the storage containers of water down, he went to check what the problem was.

"Is it Voyager?"

"No," he swallowed. "An alien ship has just entered orbit, same warp signature as the one that shot us down. I think our friends have found us."

It felt like it was an eternity that she stood outside the Captain's quarters, nervously holding onto a PADD, contemplating whether or not she should reach out and press the chime. B'Elanna Torres wrung her fingers anxiously about the edges of the PADD and then with a deep breath reached out and pressed the chime. After several seconds, and no response from Janeway, she wondered if the Captain was even in her quarters. But she was sure that she had seen the woman leave the bridge hours before to relieve Tal Celes from baby-sitting duties.

B'Elanna reached out again and pressed the chime. From inside the quarters she heard a slumber filled call come back allowing her access to the room. Great, I woke her up, B'Elanna thought as the doors to the Captain's quarters swished open. The older woman looked confused to see her there and raised an eyebrow. "Lieutenant Torres?"

The PADD that the young woman had been holding onto was suddenly thrust into Janeway's hands. "I thought you'd like to see the latest report on the modifications to our shields."

Janeway took the PADD from her and pretended to be reading it over, but in reality was watching as B'Elanna anxiously took in the room, her dark eyes studying every last detail. Setting the PADD away from her face, she said, softly, "You didn't come here to just drop off a PADD; what can I do for you B'Elanna?"

B'Elanna's dark eyes snapped to her face. "I… how did you know?"

The Captain smiled and placed the PADD down onto the coffee table. "I've been in Starfleet long enough B'Elanna, but perhaps, call it mother's intuition."

"Mother's intuition?"

"A lot of people don't realize that being a captain and being a mother are quite similar," Janeway replied, with a gentle smile. "A captain is required to be the guiding force of their crew; a mother is…by nature the guiding force for her children. In that sense a captain always knows when there is something pressing her crew, just a like a mother knows that something is bothering her children. Now, what can I do for you B'Elanna?" she repeated.

It was at that moment that B'Elanna realized how human Kathryn Janeway appeared. When she had been forced to live on Voyager she had thought of Janeway as nothing but a self-centered, emotionless, Starfleet captain, hell bent on her principles. But right now, with her hair matted from sleeping probably on the chaise lounge where the baby now slept, her blue eyes reflecting exhaustion and worry, and her brow furrowed in concern for B'Elanna, the young Klingon was suddenly aware that she had perhaps misjudged Janeway. "I guess…I guess there are some things that I needed cleared up; you were the most…logical person to come too." Damn, now I sound like the Vulcan.

"I guess that depends on what you want cleared up," the older woman replied.

"Is it true?" B'Elanna questioned, "That you have no intention of going back to that planetoid to look for Chakotay and Barrett?"

A dark look came over Janeway's face. "Where did you hear that?" she asked, in a seething tone.

"That's the rumor going around the ship," B'Elanna replied, then added, for good measure, "ma'am."

"I don't know what you've been told, Lieutenant, but I am completely committed to getting my people back," Janeway responded, with an edge to her voice. "As a senior officer, you should realize that."

"I…you're right, I'm sorry for disturbing you ma'am," B'Elanna said, stepping back towards the door to leave.

An apologetic look came over Janeway's face. "No, B'Elanna, wait, I'm the one who's sorry; for a lot of things. It's been a long couple of days and I'm afraid that my mood is reflecting that."

"If you ask me," B'Elanna said, before leaving, "you shouldn't have to apologize; information was kept from you and now two officers are missing. You've held it together longer than I could have, and quite possibly a lot of other people as well…I should be getting back to those shields, good night Captain."

"Good night, B'Elanna," Janeway whispered watching her chief engineer leave hurriedly through the doors and disappear down the corridor.

"Paris to Janeway."

Janeway tapped her combadge. "Go ahead Mister Paris."

"You wanted to be informed when we reached the Rupor's borders, we're there ma'am," Paris responded, his voice drowning in exhaustion. The entire crew had been putting in double, even triple shifts in order to get the repairs and necessary modifications to the shields done. Tom had been sitting at the helm for nearly twenty four hours.

"Understood, hold our position here, and Tom…," Janeway ordered, "get some rest."

"Yes ma'am, Paris out."

Rubbing her eyes, Janeway decided it was probably best to heed her own advice. Snuggling up onto the chaise lounge with Ava, she reached out and pulled the baby close to her, closed her eyes, and drifted back into a fret filled sleep.

"I don't know how much further I can walk, Chakotay," Sarah mumbled from his side.

They had abandoned the shuttle what felt like hours ago and started the long trek up the mountain so they could make an even longer trek down the other side. But they had been forced to abandon the shuttle. The aliens that had shot them down had entered the system again, no doubt wanting to finish off the job. Chakotay had tried, to the best of his abilities, and using some old Maquis tricks, to make it look like they had died in the crash. Of course, if Voyager did indeed come looking for them, they would also think that they were dead.

We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, Chakotay thought as he steered Sarah into a cave, lugging the little equipment that he had managed to salvage from the shuttle, with them. Helping the young counselor down to the rocky ground, he shrugged off the med kit and pulled out the tricorder, running the hand scanner over her body. "Your fever's up and it looks like the infection is spreading. We'll make camp here tonight; there isn't much daylight left we won't be able to keep going once the sun goes down. Hopefully our friends took the bait and have left."

"In other words, my fever is the least of our problems," Sarah muttered, exhaustion clearly written on her face. Chakotay immediately felt guilty, perhaps he had pushed her too hard, she was after all seriously injured, on top of fighting an infection, and he had made her hike up a rocky mountain. He could almost here the holographic doctor's protests back on Voyager.

He gave her one of the blankets. "Let's hope it's our only problem."

"They aren't coming for us," she whispered, her eyes beginning to slip shut.

"Who? The aliens?"

"No, Voyager."

"Don't say that, Lieutenant, let's keep a little optimism here," Chakotay said. "That's an order," he added, as an afterthought.

Her eyes snapped open and looked at him, the sharpness long ago dulled out by the infection and fever. "I was taught at the Academy that sometimes, optimism is a lost cause, that as a counselor its best to dish out the reality."

"Well, what do those Academy professors know, any how?"

When there was no response from her Chakotay glanced to his right to see that she had drifted off to sleep. Its for the best, he mused, realizing that she was not going to fight the infection while babbling to him, she needed to sleep, to conserve what little strength she had left while they waited to be rescued. Voyager, where are you? That thought had haunted him since they had started their trek up the mountain, to get away from the aliens. He had thought Janeway would have been here by now, not letting some hostile race stand in her way. Had Voyager suffered the same fate as them? Was the starship nothing but a pile of debris in the middle of space, blown apart by a race that seemed intent on killing everyone that entered their system?

He rubbed a hand over his face, listening to the sounds of Sarah's labored breathing. His first away mission as Voyager's first officer was one disaster after another. Who knew that they would be fighting for their lives on some barren planet, seventy thousand light years from home, when they had originally set out on some diplomatic mission for Janeway? Certainly not him; after all diplomatic missions were usually peaceful missions.

Of course, nothing seemed to go according to plan out here the Delta Quadrant. Chakotay should have expected a mishap here and there. Is this what your life has come to Chakotay? Getting stranded on a barren planet with a dying woman is just a mishap? Was he so used to tragedy that a situation like this barely fazed him? He wondered when that had happened. Had it been when his father died? The suffering he had endured with the Maquis? Being stranded in the Delta Quadrant away from his family and friends? The shuttle crash? The list seemed to go on and on and he couldn't pinpoint the moment that he had turned his emotions off so tragedies were nothing but mishaps.

In the waning light of day he began to drift off to sleep, unaware that the tricorder was beeping a warning near by.

#star trek voyager #star trek voyager fanfiction #kathryn janeway #chakotay #tom paris #sarah barrett (oc) #harry kim #b'elanna torres #tuvok #neelix #kes #the doctor (emh) #janeway x chakotay #tom paris x ofc #this way became my journey

[kayah16]

Am I Late? (AU)

Tick Tock. Tick Tock. Thats all Ardian kept hearing as he laid on his couch with Wolverine laying right by him. He had been in a state of depression. Ever since Haleigh texted him letting him know she was engaged. He still has yet to process the news properly.

He honestly couldn't process the news. He lost her for good and it was nothing he could do about it. The news caused him to stay in his house and sleep and eat. Thats all he did was sleep and eat. He let his hair grow which eventually he got twists in it and he let his facial hair grow.

He didn't look like or act like himself. Tick Tock. Tick Tock. Time was getting away from him. Only thing he wanted was to either wake up from this nightmare or just continue to sleep on. Was he happy for Haleigh? Yes. Something in him wasn't letting him show that happiness.

Each day he got a message from his best friend as she kept him up to date. He felt his heart shatter into more pieces. Ignoring her was best for his heart and his peace of mind. Nothing he could do could change how he felt. He was so glad Norbit was on it could help him get his mind off of Haleighs upcoming wedding.

The scene where Norbit was in the church with Kate and expressing himself was on. His phone dinged again probably Haleigh. Picking it up he seen his Mother left a voicemail. Unlocking his phone he went and played it.

"Ardian, you have 30 minutes to get yourself together. I mean it. Get your damn haircut. Shave whatever that thing is on your face. Get your ass in the shower. Then go and get your girl. If I show up to your house and you looking like who did it and ran. I will beat you all the way to the barbershop then to the church. Get it together."

Ardian listened to the voicemail over andp over again. His mothers words taking over the tick tock that was playing in his head. Breathing heavily Ardian went through the text messages Haleigh had sent him. He missed her engagement dinner rehearsal and her bacherlotte party.

That was fine with him gave him time to get back to Ardian. Sitting up he slid his feet into his nike slides and grabbed his keys leaving for the barbershop. Sitting in the Barbers chair he tuned out all the noise. He just thought about Haleigh. He hoped and prayed he wasn't late in stopping her wedding.

When the barber was finished with Ardian, he checked himself out in the mirror and was pleased. He looked like himself again, paying the barber he headed back home and instantly got in the shower. He took an hour to shower so he could honestly get back to Ardian. After he was done showering he got out and wiped the steam from the mirror.

He stared at his reflection his mothers words playing like a record. Get your girl. Brushing his teeth he just kept praying he wasn't late in stopping the wedding. Shuffling out the bathroom and to his room he seen a tux on his bed with a note.

"Your mama sent me to the cleaners to pick your tux up. Do not let Haleigh go again."

Ardian laughed softly at the note his dad left and started to get dress. Bow Tie or no Bow Tie? Opting for no bow tie Ardian kept the few buttons of his white button up open. Putting his shoes on he sprayed Haleighs favorite scent on himself.

He was ready. Grabbing his jacket he told Cuddly to keep charge of the house which caused Cuddly to growl at him. The drive was about 30 minutes and Ardian broke every traffic rule. As soon as he pulled up to the church he hopped out and ran inside the church finding it empty. His thoughts starting to get the best of him.

Taking his phone out his pocket he went to Haleighs text messages. Getting the address to the reception hall Ardian ran out the church and got back in his car. The reception hall was 10 minutes away. With the way Ardian was driving he got there in 5 minutes.

Sitting in his car for a few minutes he let out a few deep breaths then stepped out. Music was playing but it wasn't slow romantic music. It was music he played at a reunion. Was he that late? Taking slow steps he made his way inside the recpetion hall. Seeing all of Haleighs family dancing and smiling caused Ardian to smile. He was so busy watching them he didn't see one of Haleighs family members standing next to him until they spoke.

"Good to see you, Light Bright."

Ardian jumped slightly then turned and looked at Apryl.

"Hey Ms. Apryl. You look good."

"Oh, Ms. Apryl? I'm not your Aunt no more?"

"I don't know."

Apryl smacked Ardian on the back of his neck causing him to flinch.

"Stop playing with me, Light Bright. Your girl is in there. She hasn't danced yet."

Ardian stared at Apryl for a few minutes then headed over to Haleigh. Standing in front of her he smiled.

"I heard you didn't dance yet."

"Nope not in a dancing mood."

Kneeling down Ardian grabbed Haleighs hand.

"I know you pissed at me for missing your party and engagement dinner."

"Why did you?"

"I couldn't sit there and pretend to be happy knowing deep down I really wasn't. I would have broke my own heart."

"Like you broke mines."

"Pigtails, I have one question. Am I too late?"

"No, you're not too late. We didn't get married."

"So what you say, after we leave here. We go back to my house eat some wedding food and cake. Watch Norbit and maybe just maybe you think about giving me another chance."

Despite herself Haleigh smiled at her bestfriend.

"I hate you at times Ardi."

Ardian shrugged standing up and helping Haleigh up. Haleigh frowned seeing the first few buttons of Ardians shirt open.

"Sir, your buttons."

"Ma'am your dress."

"Let another girl come up to you and your teeth hang out your mouth. We going to have a problem."

"We can only have a problem if that means you my girl again."

"Let's dance and your eyes better stay on me."

Laughing Ardian led Haleigh to the dance floor and started dancing with her. Both of them was smiling at each other. Kandice, Tasha, Trinity, and Apryl was standing in the back watching all four of them sporting smiles.

"Our babies got it together."

Kandice spoke up over the music.

"I had to threaten Ardian but he got the hint."

During Haleigh and Ardian dancing Melody, Micah, and Messiah came and started dancing with them.

AN: some angst. Another AU lol. Fluff. Sucks. Sorry

#Kayah writes a mess #Ardian and Haleigh Fic

[calleo-bricriu]

Guess what I’m still reading? Still reading out of spite but, still reading?

That awful book.

Right, let's get back to the worst book I've ever read and, to note, I am including every single malicious, aggressive, definitely is trying to kill you it's not your imagination Dark Arts book I have ever handled in my entire life, just so we're clear about how bad this story is.

Chapter 5 opens with Leigh, the clear projection of the doctor-author himself, waking up in a room he doesn't recognise and not thinking anything about that is weird, instead writing it off as to it being his "inherent love for the sea" guiding him there.

He then talks for most of the rest of the page about how he has no idea how long he's been there and maybe it was his 'second personality' that was in control which is the first mention we see of that ever having been an issue from him--unless that's just his way of saying, "Must've gone on a bender again."

Tries for awhile to figure out what day it is, apparently gives up, and decides to re-focus on winning...something...from his sister and that doing that would save his son who, as far as we know (as he's only been briefly mentioned), is perfectly fine and not in need of any sort of saving.

Several paragraphs of rambling about how sane and calm he is to the point that he’s sort of proven he’s neither.

Buys a newspaper, finds out he's been blackout drunk for ten solid days, finds out from some random guy on the hotel porch that he bought a yacht.

At this point, I'll remind you that previous chapters indicate he hasn't held a steady job in over a year (mostly due to being drunk and crying to the barman that he's such a misunderstood genius), is always weeks behind on bills, and hasn't paid rent in a few months but somehow dredged up money to buy a yacht while on a bender.

Isn't bothered by this, doesn't think it's indicative of a drinking problem and also it's not his fault because the yacht seller should have known he was drunk and not sold it to him or something.

This is, like, four entire pages in to chapter five and I'm already so tired.

The Department of Magical Law Enforcement could read this book aloud in interrogations but even the Ministry might consider it torture.

Oh, Leigh’s problem isn't drinking, by the way; it's "psychic epilepsy" so it's definitely not his fault.

That's--not actually a real thing.

Anyway.

Dozen or so pages of him internally trying to figure out how the hell to get out of this, "I bought a yacht with money I have no idea how I got and possibly got by doing something very illegal" situation.

His wife is also apparently not bothered by this behaviour either, she's just happy to see him; I'd be the opposite because this has been shown to be a pattern of behaviour on his part but, well, she buys the "psychic epilepsy" excuse because she's terrified of being seen as a nag.

Nag him, good lord, do something that isn't completely enabling him to be this way.

Now the narrative is going on and on and on about "unreasonable women" who would pretty reasonably be upset if their husband couldn't hold a job, wouldn't even try to get one, wouldn't let her get one, couldn't pay the bills, and routinely did things like tell her he'd be home in a few hours then go on a 3-10 day bender and show back up without a word.

That's a reasonable set of behaviours to be at least a little annoyed about.

Leads into how it's hereditary, this psychic epilepsy thing, so absolutely not his fault.

He's a regularly paid published author now, by the way, and has been for some time despite this being the first time it's ever been mentioned in any capacity. The only two other careers we've seen from this guy are something to do with working in a laboratory in Germany and working at a hospital as a doctor before being almost immediately fired for a combination of the constant drinking and possibly just being sort of insufferable to be around at work.

Some guy named Rob walks in. No introductions apart from that, we're all just meant to know who the hell Rob is despite this being his first appearance.

Some guy named Charlie/Dr. Bell is also just randomly mentioned and is also in...the house sleeping. People think he's lazy but he's really just conservative, whatever that means.

Find out Mizpra was engaged to some guy named Moore who dumped her to go to Yale, which is evidently why she turned into a "masculine" bitch. Sure, why not?

Philosophy attempts again from Leigh the Misunderstood Genius (who definitely does not have a drinking problem and knows more than you about everything): "Love, Charlie, is  like medical treatment; if it is free, given lavishly and procured without sacrifice, it is thrown aside at pleasure, and the giver ridiculed and derided. Haud expertus loquor."

Okay, first of all, that's not what love OR medical treatment is like. Not even--remotely, especially medical treatment.

Second, stop trying to sound smart with the Latin; all you said was "not experience" there, Mr. Genius who is definitely not a direct projection of the quack doctor of an author.

Leigh used to pay stenographers to go to class for him and take notes so he could go and give theatrical performances to "insane patients". Lovely guy.

Just to remind you, we’re meant to be sympathising with Leigh in this story, not wanting to strangle him every time he opens his mouth to bore everyone for ten pages.

Leigh refuses a drink while they're all at dinner which is one of the few good choices he's made in 81 pages and a little over a year in terms of the story's time line but then ruins it all for answering a joke about it being because he's married with PAGES AND PAGES of him trying to be a fucking philosopher again and just boring the bollocks off of everyone both in the book and reading it. How the hell does this guy know what delirium tremens are yet still thinks his entire problem is caused by psychic epilepsy and not alcoholism?

Charlie asks about money for some reason, probably trying to change the topic and get this moron to stop pretending he knows what he's talking about in any capacity.

That triggers three pages of him doing the same thing, only about money this time. At least in this case, it's mentioned that Leigh "got carried away" so there's a glimmer of self awareness. Probably the only one we'll ever see.

They agree to play golf tomorrow and Leigh and Obera just--get up and leave, despite dinner having not even been delivered to the table yet. Nobody seems to notice.

Chapter 5 is now over.

Chapter 6 time skips an entire year and starts with Mrs. Newcomber and Mizpra sitting outside and it's mentioned it's been a year since Leigh tried to see her so--about a year passed between chapters five and six.

Mother dearest is described as a "pliant tool" that Mizpra somehow convinced to go to Colorado Springs to open up a school, and that's where we are now.

Colorado.

Mizpra gets to pick the ladies who get to go to the school and just seems to do so on a whim, which has made her and it wildly unpopular; fair reaction, no explanation given as to why she acts like that just that she did it "without giving any satisfactory reason."

Colorado has lots of "clever physicians" (but not enough, probably because Leigh isn't there. Yet.) but Colorado is populated by people who just hate doctors. Despite that, they keep moving there.

Then, it skips to Mizpra reading mail and one letter, "announced the  marriage of the plastic Zora to an untutored, scheming Yankee lawyer."

Okay.

First question: Who the HELL is Zora?

Second question: This isn't really a question, I'm just reasonably certain that lawyers, even lawyers in 1901, had to have some level of formal schooling. Then again, so did doctors and here we are with this guy who apparently just slept through every single year of med school he went to.

Someone named Marcia wrote as well and Mizpra doesn't like her either because she "insisted on standing for her rights" and was married to an "unknown quantity." No idea who Marcia is or how she knows Mizpra, it's not been explained yet but has been introduced in a way we’re supposed to know already.

Dr. Bell we finally fucking find out was a friend of her father's and that's why he knows both her and Leigh.

Could have explained that back in chapter five when the character was introduced but, hey, I'm no doctor, what do I know about constructing a coherent story?

Dr. Bell wrote to yell at Mizpra about her being mean to Leigh and his son. Not to Obera, to whom she has been directly mean multiple times so far, just to Leigh and his still unnamed son. The kid's like two years old now and we still haven't been told his name he's that irrelevant to the plot.

Somehow this trips her to decide she needs to just completely ruin Leigh's life because he's an obstacle to her 'designs and ambition' but it's never been explained what those are. It also doesn't explain what she's planning to do just that "she must place him in such a position as to make him helpless in his struggle for his rights. With these thoughts, horrible, fiendish, partly laid schemes arose".

They are never explained.

Maybe she's going to open another school that's just for boys and purposely and repeatedly deny his 2 year old son entrance, I have no idea at this point.

While she's distracted coming up with vague plans, her mother interrupts and says what amounts to, "I'm blind but even I can see you're an old maid."

Harsh.

Her response is to go on about how disgusting marriage is and "what poor, weak, helpless creatures women are! Such a degrading, vile, humiliating acceptance of the loss of personal freedom."

...okay. I guess that's one way of telling your mum to fuck off and that it's not that you CAN'T get married it's that you don't WANT to.

She calls some woman named Jane in to ask her if she...washed the horse yet.

The reply is "yes, mum" which is evidently how Jane pronounces ma'am. She tells Mizpra that she'd be better off hiring a man because mares respond better to men which is not at all how horses work.

Then, we have this exchange:

"No, Jane; what a man can do a woman can do better."

"You do be joking, Miss. How about the babies?"

"There are two many of them now. You should be a woman, Jane."

I was following Mizpra there up until the, "You should be a woman, Jane" bit when Jane has already been described as a woman several times in two paragraphs.

Jane tells her she is a woman and wants to get married and start a family some day, which makes Mizpra angry and somehow the author seems like this is a good time to mention her muscular frame because--that's not a thing women are allowed to have, and to emphasise that Mizpra is not a ‘good woman’, we just occasionally remind everyone how masculine she is.

I know we're meant to dislike Mizpra but, at this point, she's the most sympathetic character here, having to put up with all this nonsense and having the only reasons we're told she's 'bad' is because she has all these masculine traits (from previous chapters, broad shoulders, a deep voice, a square jaw, an 'unwomanly' figure, narrow hips, the author stopped just short of saying, "Yeah, she's basically a man in a dress that tells everyone she's my sister.")

This is page 88 of 403.

Anyway, Mizpra storms off because Jane's, "I want to get married some day" got her that mad, sits down at her desk, and starts reading which is also framed as a bad thing because Good Women don't use their brains for that, what's the matter with you?

Starts talking to herself about how her mom called her an old maid which, I mean, if she's single, not married, and implied to be over 40 that's--sort of what old maid meant. She says, to nobody in particular because she’s the only one in the room, "Well, I think I can show my sisters that I can throw off that appellation and still rule man!"

Now she needs a secretary and a lawyer to always be with her 24/7 and we finally find out that Zora and Marcia are her sisters.

That could have been mentioned much earlier in the story.

What is up with the naming conventions in this family anyway? Every other sibling gets a normal name and the others get names like Zora and Mizpra?

So, what we know now is that Mizpra:

A) Thinks her sister Zora is dumb as hell.

B) Thinks Marcia is whoring around and the way it's written comes off as envious not, "How shameful!" Nothing is stopping you from doing it too, Mizpra.

C) Thinks Leigh is a "clever fool" with a "spewing brat" and a "little, weak, dependent" all of which are entirely fair.

She goes off to arrange visiting Leigh, hoping the trip back East screws with their mother's health enough that she'll gain full power of attorney which is part of whatever evil devious plot she's got going.

Gets up to go to the mirror and get dressed, laments that she "had lost all youthful appearance of womanhood, though still young in years" gets mad at her reflection and throws everything on the vanity at the mirror then goes with, "No, I'll use my intellect, my power over him, not the feminine baubles of Eve."

Over who? Your brother? Please tell me you weren’t considering trying to be sexy for your brother.

She is then described as "short of hair and short of sex" on account simply because her hair is short. Again, the whole, "Hey, hey, have there been enough clues given to tell you that she's just straight up ugly like a man in a dress??" thing.

Even with the, "Hopefully this trip basically almost kills my mother so I can take all of her stuff and cut my brother out of the will" thing she's still the most sympathetic character so far.

Mrs. Newcomber's only real skill aside from being blind and insulting one of her daughters is droning on and on and on about the religious of ancient Egypt.

Then it goes into something that's--nice, actually, though probably wasn't considered a good thing at the time--about how more women should focus on getting an education so they're not stuck being a housewife if that's not what they want to do but, since it's 1901 that's not a thing and it wraps up with how they only think that because "neither knew they the emotions dormant in a woman's breast."

Which are, apparently, to be an uneducated housewife and mother because that’s what the men like.

We’ll just forget the fact that Mrs. Newcomber was married and has had at least four children that have made it to adulthood. That’s not important now. The important thing is she’s being an icky teacher and learning things now. How fucking unladylike.

Mizpra then goes outside, says hello to someone,  like that's it, "Hello, Burke!" and it's framed as a "clumsy attempt at coquetry". What? She--she literally just said hello to someone she knew! That's not how flirting works.

Burke, who is a pale, sickly young man, had evidently told her however long ago the other day was that he loved her and he thought she was mad at him about that.

She tells him she's not mad and explains she was in Denver and his response is to ask her why she's playing with him, she says she's not, he tells her she's being cruel (somehow? maybe because she keeps calling him a silly boy, which is, frankly, rude as hell), and we find out that Burke--as if the name and physical description weren't enough to indicate this--is kind of a social outcast because he's awkward and weird and more than a little bit dim.

But, he overheard some gossip about her and now she's literally shaking him down to make him tell her. Basically, The Men Folk don't like her ideas about women having an education, the public hates it too, and if it were the Middle Ages they'd just burn her at the stake.

Again, Mizpra comes off as the most sympathetic character in the story so far.

Oh, and she apparently doesn't like corsets and made some doctor's daughter, who is a student at her school, remove it at the front of the classroom then kept her standing there while showing all of the other girls the creases a corset puts into the skin which is admittedly entirely inappropriate for a dress code violation.

That's not the problem though, the problem is that Mizpra’s hands were "so cold and rough" that she fainted, and the implied manly hands and fainting are the part everyone is upset about.

Her reasoning for it was that the doctor's daughter, "is suffering from the feminine folly of imitating the male sex in all animal life on the globe--that is, the garnishing of the body to attract the opposite sex."

Again, not how that works; in most species, it's the male that gets all flashy and showy to attract a much drabber female's attention. I do sometimes listen to Lazarus ( @pocketsfullofspiders )  when he's talking about his work.

At the end of all that Burke...asks Mizpra to marry him at specifically 8pm that evening? What?

Okay.

Her response is to ask him if he knows how to use a typewriter. I actually kind of like her at this point, apart from the whole half undressing a teenager in front of the entire class thing.

Anyway, she agrees, because he knows how to use a typewriter so I think she just hired him as her secretary and he agreed to it because I guess his payment is getting to marry her at 8 that evening.

She leaves to go do the getting a marriage license thing and just talks to herself the whole way about how gross Burke is and, ew, he kissed her chin because she didn't get out of the way fast enough, what a fucking creep.

That's going to be a great marriage.

She chose her dressmaker based on the fact that that particular dressmaker's shop offers free cocktails to customers. Fair enough if you're getting fitted for a wedding dress to get married to someone you can't stand.

The reverend that's going to marry them is someone she's got under her thumb; she basically paid to clean up his reputation because he'd ruined it due to just sort of being a drunk, kind of like her brother. Takes him outside and first says she needs to ruin her brother's life.

With alcohol. "[...] and any other scheme you can concoct."

Leigh's weaknesses are, of course, alcohol and evidently women.

She'll pay him a salary to do this and also essentially said if he spends i ton gambling she'll track him down and break every bone in his body.

I'm still not really disliking her.

She then calls him a wind bag and a hypocrite, which he takes as a set of compliments.

He's also mad she's getting married but corrects himself and says it's a miracle; she tells him it's to Burke Wood, and gets, "He can't live six months; and married he won't live six weeks."

HAHAHA! Wives are terrible, am I right?

Her response to that is he definitely will because she's going to take good care of him and 'treat him humanely' which I feel like is the bare minimum required for a marriage, treating someone humanely.

His take on that is, "She is a eunuch in heart and mind! She possesses the soul of a sewer."

And Mizpra becomes an even more sympathetic character.

Some family she knows passed by in a carriage didn't see her so didn't wave to her and now she's also spitefully planning to ruin their lives over being blanked. Settle down, Mizpra.

Goes home, tells mom she thinks they should go see Leigh, mom rightfully points out that Mizpra has spent like two entire years repeatedly explaining why they shouldn't ever do that for any reason and that turns into a debate that the mother eventually loses and is convinced to sign over power of attorney to Mizpra.

She then explains she's getting married that evening then going to Denver the next day and her mother's only concerns about this are of her not--"taking care of Burke on your wedding night". Good priorities.

For some reason she goes off on how she has a fucking job and isn't getting married to turn herself into "a mere setting hen, a female destitute of all ideas save one--that of breeding" which is somehow shocking to her mother.

Mizpra isn't even going to tell Burke she's headed to Denver tomorrow morning until after they're married so he can't back out.

This honestly sounds like a lot of Pureblood marriages now.

Later on we find out that Burke has inexplicably been asking Mizpra to marry him for "some time" now so he's really bad at taking the hint.

So, those two are married now and he has no problems with her going to Denver on business and I'm not sure why the last half of the chapter was spent making it seem like that would be a Big Issue when his response was, more or less, "That's cool, I know how work is."

That's the end of chapter six and this is just so stupidly exhausting that I'm not even going to try to start chapter seven tonight.

Up to page 103 of 403 though!

#terrible literature #books #hp rp #spite reading #I wonder if anyone would notice if I borrowed a Time Turner from the department #and used it to go back to 1918 when this idiot of an author died so I could be his cause of death #and yes I know you're not supposed to use those things to go back more than a couple of hours #but this feels like a valid exception to that #stuffing a fascinating toque down his throat seems like a very specific way to indicate #that that's not how you describe something fascinating #because fascinating can mean damn near anything and is highly subjective #JUST DESCRIBE THE HAT THE WAY YOU SPENT 15 PAGES DESCRIBING HOW GETTING BLACKOUT DRUNK AND BUYING A YACHT ISN'T LEIGH'S FAULT

[sisterwifeudaku]

Holla If You Need Me

Chadwick X Reader

Trigger: Miscarriage

Chadwick pulled up to the local bar in his hometown and sat in the car for a moment to prepare himself. He had been filming Black Panther all week and on his off day he went ahead and drive from Atlanta to South Carolina to see his family and old friends.

Hopping out of the car he stretched as he locked the rental car. He walked into the bar and immediately saw the group of friends waiting on him.

"Ayyye my man Chad. How've you been brother?" His life long  friend Troy asked as they embraced one another in a hug. Once everyone had a chance to greet the star they all began to drink and talk.

"So how's filming going man" Jay, a friend he had since grade school spoke up.

"It's goin' man. I can't really say much about it tho" he said with a shrug.

"Ahh they got yo ass with that contract huh?" His loud friend Billy asked making them all laugh.

"Enough about work shit man let's get to talkin' 'bout what I been missin'. I know y'all got some shit to tell me" he asked not wanting to talk about work anymore.

"You remember that girl you claimed was never your lady but you were lying out ya ass? What was her name?" Travis spoke making Chadwick look at him. He knew who he was talking about but was confused as to why you would be the topic of discussion.

"Yeah man I know. She was a cutie. Iron Mike over here was about to throw some blows at me when I tried to holla that one time" Troy said making the group laugh.

"It wasn't like that man, and her name is Alexis." Chad said with a small smile trying to hide his embarrassment.

"Yeah well turns out she's back in town to stay" Travis said wiggling his eyebrows at Chadwick making his stomach do flips at the thought of seeing you again, you still had that affect on him.

"That's what's up" Chadwick said cooly. He couldn't hide his feelings for shit  back then but he could mask them just fine now, he'd been practicing for years. And he had done a mighty fine job at it, pretending he was happy and whole when in reality a piece of him was missing and would probably never return.

"So you gone hit her up? I know that she was like your ace or something before she left and everything" Billy said making everyone nod.

"I ain't spoke to her since she left" he stated downing the rest of his beverage and leaning back in his seat.

"Why did she leave anyway?" Someone threw out there making him tense up a little bit. He never really liked to put his business out there even if it was to his closest friends. Not to mention it wasn't any of their business.

"She said it was some family drama or something" he said back hoping they would drop it.

He woke up the next morning to the sun shining in his face. Squinting his eyes he sat up in his old bed and began his morning routine. He shuffled down the stairs of his parents home and smiled at the smell of his mother cooking breakfast.

"Glad to see you could make it to breakfast Chadwick with you coming in all late this morning" she spoke as he kissed her cheek.

"Good morning to you too momma...mornin' daddy" he spoke to his parents as he sat at the small kitchen table. As their children grew older and had their own lives to live they stopped visiting and coming home as much leading them to scale down on furniture until holidays.

His mother sat a plate in front of both him and his father before getting her own to sit with them.

"So you know Alexis is back in town right? I invited her and her family over to supper tonight at 7:30. I need you here at 6:30 to help clean up. Ya hear me?" He mother spoke before digging into her own plate.

"Yes ma'am." He said. He knew better than to complain about her inviting them to dinner. He wasn't for getting an earful today not with the way his head was feeling.

"Mama I'm a grown man if I want to dress comfortable for dinner then I will. I didn't even bring slacks" Chadwick said as he sat on the couch next to his father who dressed the way she had asked.

"Jesus...you're my only child to make things difficult. At least put on jeans don't wear those shorts at my table in front of guests" she said walking back into the kitchen.

Chadwick looked at his father who just shook his head and continued to watch the news. By the time he had changed and came back down the guest had arrived.

"Leroy, Carolyn such a pleasure to see you all again!" Your parents greeted.

"Tim, Hazel it's good to see you all as well. Alexis sweetie it's so good to see you hunny" Chadwick's mother spoke up. You smiled in response before speaking.

"It's good to see you too Mr and Mrs Boseman" you said before sinking back into the background hoping to get this dinner over with. You know why they set up this dinner and hopefully Chadwick did too. You almost stayed home but Mrs. Boseman could throw down and you weren't going to deny your tastebuds of whatever she prepared tonight.

Once your parents greeted Chadwick you all went into the dining room to began eating dinner. So far all Chadwick had done was look at you but not speak thus irritating you more than you already were. After saying prayer (idk if you do or not) the food began to make its way around the table making your mouth water.

Everyone engaged in conversation as you sat back quietly and enjoyed the meal. Of course they had to ask you a question causing all of the eyes in the room to turn to you, even Chad's.

"I asked how you've been sweetie. I haven't seen you since the incident" Mrs.Boseman asked sincerely in a kind voice. This made both you and Chadwick choke on air before glancing at each other. Neither of you had enjoyed this topic. You had lost someone dear to you and Chadwick had lost two people that he loved from the bottom of his heart.

"Uhm, I've been making it Mrs.Boseman. Thank you for asking" you said with a small smile. She gave a small nod and sad smile. You suddenly didn't feel like eating as you excused yourself from the table and out of the front door.

You had began to walk the road back to your parent's home in order to retrieve your car. You were in your own world when you felt a hand grab your shoulder. You instantly knew it was Chadwick from the tingling sensation that ran down your spine like it had when you two had first began to be friends, at the age or 8 which is right around the time that you began to think that people of the opposite sex didn't have cooties after all.

"Now you know better than to walk out here alone minnie" he stated with a small smile hoping to get you to crack your first for the night.

"Chad just let me go so I can get my car" you stated not wanting to talk to him, memories starting to resurface the longer you stood near him.

"Ok Lex damn, at least let me drive you to your car" he said pulling you towards his rental car.

Once he opened and closed your door he slid over the hood in order to get to the driver's side. As he sat in his seat and closed the door you began to laugh at him. He pulled off and smiled at you.

"I missed that laugh Minnie. Been almost 20 years since I heard it" he stated glancing at you before focusing back on the road.

"It has been that long hasn't it?" You spoke up slightly turning to him as he made his way towards your family home. After all these years he still remembered where it was.

"Hell yeah and I've missed you girl" he said grabbing your left hand and caressing it. You smiled at him feeling yourself relax. The remainder of the ride was silent until he pulled up to the house.

"So, you think you'd be up to talk? I haven't had the chance to really have a one on one with you in a while" Chadwick asked.

You didn't feel up to it but you shrugged it off. It was just as much his problem as it was yours so why not? Maybe you'd get some closure from it.

"You wanna do this here or what?" He spoke as he turned to give you all of his attention.

"We can stay here and talk. It really doesn't matter" you shrugged a little nervous.

"Awe ok so let's go to the dock then." He said turning the car on and driving.

Together they sat on a bench in silence. It stayed that way for a while before Chadwick spoke up.

"You know it hurt me a lot when you left right?" He said not looking at you.

"It hurts too much for me to be here and be reminded of what happened" you spoke looking at him.

"I mean that didn't just effect you Minnie. It hurt your family as well as mine. We all were going through something" he said.

"Well everyone has their own way to grieve the dead Chad if I felt that leaving would benefit me why would I stay?" You spat back.

"Well damn it's always about you! Me me me what about how I felt? You weren't the only one to deal with that pain. I carry that shot around in me too y/n!" He spoke as his voice started to raise.

"WELL NOBODY ELSE WAS CARRYING THAT CHILD BUT ME! NOBODY FELT THOSE KICKS, THE MOVEMENT, THE CRAVINGS NONE OF IT! THAT WAS MY CHILD" you yelled not caring about who was around.

" That was my child too! I didn't only lose my baby I lost my lady too. The one I needed the most. You were the only one that felt and understood my pain. And you just up and left" he repeated.

You sighed before speaking " Chad we were both children, two 15 year olds having a baby. It took me months to wrap my head around that. And when...when we lost the baby right before I was set to leave, I felt horrible. It felt like my heart had gotten ripped out of my body and I had to watch it get ripped to shreds."

"And you thought still leaving would make it better" he spoke up softly watching as tears brimmed your eyes.

You sighed trying to compose yourself before breaking down. Your sobs shook your body as you tried to answer.n

"I-I don't know" you managed to get out as he stood there feeling his heart break.

"Can I hold you?" he asked just wanting to comfort you.

You nodded and ran into his open arms. He wrapped his arms around you rubbing your back as he repeatedly kissed your forehead.

"I'm so sorry Minnie. I should've been there for you. Im so sorry you had to go through that without me". You looked up whipping the tears from your eyes and responded

"Im sorry too Mickey, I should have let you be there for me. I should've been there for you too" you used your finger to trace a pattern in his chest.

"Shiiit we both here now if you wanna continue get some more shit off ya chest" he said pulling you to arms length.

"I'd like that"

"if you like it I love it baby. I'll be right back imma get some blankets"

You watched his tall frame jog back to where you stood and set down two blankets. He plopped down with a grunt before summoning you to sit next to him. once you were near him he sat you between his legs kissing your cheek.

"Now lay it on me girl" he spoke opening the pandoras box of emotions you were holding back for so long.

He was still willing to lend you a helping hand, shoulder to cry on, and an ear to vent to. You could always count on him, he would always be a holla away.

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Round Two

She enjoyed watching him from the corner of her eye. His quick movements. His surprising flexibility despite how rigid his posture remained.

A small smile lit his face as he approached guests, but every time he passed her, it grew just a little wider. Became a bit more sincere rather than just professional courtesy.

She bit her lip as she watched him dance around the room, making graceful exits and entrances from the constant swinging servants' door. It was the first time she actually took notice of the service. How they moved about with such care and skill especially with the more... ill-bred guests that littered the floor.

At least when she had to deal with them, she could be as politely rude as she wanted. They had to maintain smiles and service no matter how much they'd rather rip their own hair out.

She grimaced at the thought.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't see his approach.

"Ma'am?" Like a deer in the headlights, her eyes locked with his and she couldn't stop her jaw from slightly dropping at being face-to-face with him once again.

Rather than being amused by her shock, he seemed more concerned. After all, the last time they had played this game, he had been the one a bit lost.

"Sorry, yes?" She snapped back, instinctively smiling his way.

"Would you like a drink?" He emphasized his question by bringing the tray around in front of him, letting her see the same selection they always had.

"No, thank you." He bowed his head and stepped away.

She kept to herself, standing by chatty groups to pretend engagement while she watched the workers around her move. One in particular of course.

His clothes were the typical for a waiter and she'd much rather see his hair naturally fall rather than be strictly brushed back. Maybe wash out that gel put him in some dark jeans and a comfy tee.

He'd look handsome.

After a quick word from their hostess, they were welcomed into the dining room for dinner and dessert. Then, they'd proceed to the auction room.

Unfortunately, those at her table pulled her into conversation and she had very few chances to glance about the room. He came by only in the beginning and their fun game had ended before it barely even begun.

No chance to fluster him.

Then, as people began to leave and find their seats for the auction, he came from the kitchen, glass in hand.

"Here you go, ma'am." A glass of Sprite set before her.

"Thank you." Not wanting to miss a chance, she leaned her head back, a grin spreading across her face as she played with her golden earring. His eyes dilated in response and she watched as he sucked in a small breath.

"My pleasure." His hand reached out, fingers tracing her upper arm.

This time he wasn't about to let her get the best of him. A part of him regretted never attempting to touch her. To reciprocate. Especially after he realized her intentions weren't to mock him, but to simply have a fun exchange throughout the night. Something he had hoped they'd have tonight.

He was more than just glad he had caught her eye tonight. He wondered who would find who first. Part of him wanted to surprise her, catch her off guard like she had done to him. The other part wished she'd catch him with that flirtatious smile leaving him just as baffled as the first time they met.  

Unlike last time, her dress had sleeves that went to her elbow and rather than be floor length, it stopped just above her knees. Her knee-high boots covered the rest of her legs and together, they left little flesh exposed. That didn't mean the black fabric hugging her buxom body didn't highlight the flare of her hips... among other things.

She donned a sweet, pink lipstick rather than the seductive red and decorated herself in thin gold instead of expensive diamonds. Gold shells dangled from her ears in a diamond formation and a thin golden chain with the tiniest gem fell to her ample breasts.

At his touch, her smile faded but the glint in her eye remained.

"Have you enjoyed your night?" He pulled away, his professionalism falling back into place.

"Hmmm..." Not backing away, she reached out to grab his wrist in a light hold, "the night's not over yet, so who knows."

His eyes widened and red crept into his cheeks. In her hand was a torn napkin and she casually slipped it into his own.

"I... I see. Enjoy your drink, ma'am." He stiffly bowed, his stoic reserve firmly in place.

The last time he had done that, she had figured he no longer was interested in the game or she made a grave miscalculation. However, she didn't think that was the case.

Turning, she noticed the hostess quickly making her way to the vacant table.

She took a sip of her Sprite, smiled comfortingly his way, and stood to greet the older lady.

"I hope everything is alright?" The stern tone cut through the air like a knife and made her sweet smile cold.

"Oh yes, I must say, you've hired one of the politest catering services." That shocked her enough to drop the icy smile.

"Really?"

"Yes." She stood, taking her drink with her, and passed the hostess on her way to the auction room. "Such courtesy to check on me, but I assure you, I prefer to take my time rather than rush with the crowd." She winked his way, giving the best joyous smile she could to the hostess.

"I see. Please enjoy the auction."  

She left them, but despite her act, her heart rested in her throat. Their game might have just got him into trouble and unlike last time, this hostess had been watching her staff with a keen eye. Perhaps that's what kept him away most of the night.

A pout formed on her lips before she could stop it. Hopefully, he'd keep her number hidden away.

She didn't care much for the auction, but she knew that if a few of her friends heard she'd be there, they might be more inclined to show up. Besides, it was a charity event that she intended to support fully and did through private donations.

She didn't get to see him as they filed out and back to their cars. A taxi took her back to her condo and much to her disappointment, her phone laid silently by her side.

Around an hour after being home and after dressing down into a pair of leggings and an overlarge t-shirt, her phone buzzed with a single message.

Hope your night got better

A grin lit her face and she sat up on the couch, muting the television.

It just did

She furrowed her brows, realizing they'd never properly introduced themselves to one another.

I never caught your name and calling you servant boy probably isn't the best

She scowled at the sent message, regretting her half joke already.

Oliver and you are?

He didn't seem to mind, beginning his text with a laughing emoji. It eased a bit of the tension in her heart.

Ava. So Oliver wanna make my night even better?

She updated his contact in her phone and turned off the TV. Nothing on was interesting anyway.

How could I do that?

Ava texted her address and waited for his response. Once Oliver said he was on the way, she put on a pot of coffee and waited. She made sure to tell him to come casual.

A soft knock on her door had her jumping from her spot by the breakfast bar and dashing to the door. Excitement tightened her stomach.

Peeking first to confirm, Ava bit her lip at the sight of him standing awkwardly outside her door. He wore a long sleeve tee and faded jeans.

"Hey," she smiled, pushing down her nervousness and opened the door wide.

He licked his chapped lips as he drank in her image. His eyes wanted to roam over her outfit, but he opted to look past her instead, embarrassment creeping up his neck. She wasn't wearing anything scandalous by any means. Comfy and casual with her hair unbound and that same twinkle in her eye that left him flustered.

Oliver's eyes bounced over the plush, leather U- sectional couch behind her to the obviously customized kitchen. Real leather. Quarts countertops. Things he definitely couldn't afford.  

"I feel like I'm walking into a lion's den..." His words were low and anxious as he forcefully kept his gaze away from her beguiling smile.

Oliver wanted to be here. Why else would be standing outside her condo when it was almost one o'clock in the morning?

It was a bit on impulse that he rushed here after her text, but now that he was confronted with actually entering...

She would have been insulted if his anxiety wasn't so obvious with his hands twisting the end of his shirt and how he never looked her in the eye. It hadn't taken him very long to get here. Just under twenty minutes.

Ava wasn't about to let that stop her. He was there, dressed casually with the gel out his hair, though still damp and falling a bit into his eyes, and while she would have preferred a dark pair of jeans on those long legs, faded worked just fine. And he did look handsome, if a bit uncomfortable, out of that stiff and boring uniform.

Grinning, she pulled him inside by his collar, much to his surprise, "maybe. Do you like coffee? Tea?"

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Not A Date

This is my first Lyatt fanfic and it is based on the prompt: Lucy goes out with a man and Wyatt thinks she's going out on a date and Rufus doesn't correct him just to see it all burn.

Thanks to @rebelkyngblake for making the awesome gif and thanks to @almondblossomme for proofing!

Hope you enjoy. You can also read on AO3.

“Lucy it’s time.” Her cousin Molly looked at her pointedly.

“Time for what?

“Time for you to date. I know you ended your engagement recently but let’s be honest, that was over for months. You need to put yourself back out there. You are never going to find a man if you don’t try.”

“Wow! Have you been saving that up? I’m good Molly. You don’t need to worry. Besides, what makes you think I haven’t found someone already?”

“Please. I know you. Which is why I’ve arranged for you to have dinner with a man tonight.”

“A blind date?”

Molly nodded.

“No. Call it off. I’m not going on a blind date.”

“It’s too late, he’s already on his way to the restaurant. James is a kind man. Please give him a chance Lucy.”

******

Some days were just harder than others. If Wyatt had to admit it, he was lonely. He wanted to call Lucy. He loved hanging out with Lucy. But he didn’t want to give her the wrong impression, his heart still belonged to Jessica but maybe...

So, he couldn’t call Lucy. He decided to call one of his old army buddies.

No success, everyone seemed to be busy with their significant others.

Suddenly, he thought of Rufus. He was friends with Jiya too, he could totally hang out with them. It had been a while since their last mission, it would be great to see them. He sent Rufus a text.

Wyatt: Hey, what are you up to?

Wyatt: Want to grab dinner?

Wyatt: Jiya welcome

Wyatt put his phone down trying to pretend he wasn’t desperately waiting for a response. The clock ticked. He turned on the TV and flicked through the channels. Finally, the phone buzzed on the table.

Rufus: Jiya and I were just heading to that new restaurant on King

Rufus: The one with pink door

Rufus: You are welcome to join

Wyatt: Great I’ll see you there soon

Wyatt hoped he wasn’t crashing their date night. Nah, Rufus would have said that. They were cool.

*****

Lucy was here under duress. She did not want to be here but it would be rude to just up and leave poor James. But this was not a date, she reminded herself. This was a meeting arranged by her cousin.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Rufus and Jiya walk in and take a seat. Rufus! Maybe he could save her. Talking to this man was like watching paint dry, nice but so, so dull. As James droned on about his interest in horses, Lucy nodded and smiled and plotted her escape.

“Sorry, I just felt my phone buzz. I’d better check, we have this thing going on at work.” She hauled her phone out of bag. And quickly texted Rufus one simple word - HELP.

She was trying so hard to appear interested, that she did not hear Rufus approach “Lucy! Funny meeting you here.”

“Hello, Rufus. This is James, a friend...” Lucy knew she was reaching but this was not A DATE.

Rufus looked at Lucy like he wasn’t buying it. “Hi, Lucy and I are work colleagues. Speaking of work, Lucy can I steal you away for a moment?”

“Sure. I’ll be right back James.”

As soon as they rounded the corner to the hallway with the restrooms, Lucy let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

“No problem. Lucy who is James?” Rufus looked at her quizzically.

Lucy looked down, “a man my cousin Molly wanted me to meet.”

“A date? I didn’t know you were dating. Good for you! Although, I really thought you were interested in someone else if you know what I’m saying?”

Lucy blushed. “I’ll tell you one thing, I’m not interested in James.”

“Then why don’t you just tell him that. I’m sure he would appreciate the honesty. Then you both can move on.”

“You’re right. That would be the adult mature thing to do. I’ll do it!” She turned and began walking around the corner and turned back and looked at Rufus. “Off to adult!”

*****

Twenty minutes after Lucy had decided to adult she was still sitting at the table with James. Adulting is hard! She had tried to tell him but it was like he didn’t want to hear it. Right now, she was thinking she was going to have to say “I don’t like you,” in order for him to understand! And no one wants to hear that!

James was talking again and again she was trying to pay attention. It was at that moment, she felt more than saw Wyatt walk into the restaurant. She knew he was there, even without looking up. It was as though the air crackled when they were near one another. Gave a whole new meaning to the term sparkage.

But she and Wyatt were not to be. He was still holding out hope they would find a way to bring his wife back. Lucy was divided on that, part of her really wanted Wyatt to be happy and have his wife back the other part was selfish, she wanted Wyatt for herself. But he had implied maybe...

She looked over and saw Wyatt had joined Rufus and Jiya. So, the gang were hanging out without her. It hurt a little.

*****

Wyatt hadn’t even taken his seat when he turned on Rufus. “Is that Lucy over there? On a date? Is that why you brought me here? To show me I’m going to lose Lucy? That’s low Rufus, really low.”

“Woah! I had no idea that Lucy and her date would be here. Stop playing the blame game! But since you mentioned it, there is no reason for Lucy not to be on a date. It’s not like you told her you had feelings.”

“Rufus.” Wyatt said warningly.

“Don’t Rufus me. I’m just telling it like it is.”

*****

Lucy kept looking over at her friends.  How she wished she were there instead of here. How she wished she were ANYWHERE instead of here.

“You okay?”

Oh no, James noticed her boredom. How rude of her. “Sorry, I’m fine. Just a little tired. You know how it is.”

“Oh, I know…” He proceeded to explain all the things he did when he was tired to stay awake.

All Lucy could think was maybe I could fall ill…that’s it. “Excuse me, sorry James, I have to run to the ladies. I’ll be right back.”

Lucy could feel Wyatt’s eyes on her as she left the table and headed for the hallway with the restrooms.

She made it to the restroom, reapplied her lipstick, fluffed her hair, washed her hands. She ran out of things to do. She looked at her watch, they had only had an appetizer, still a main course to go. She could do this. It was just a meal. James was nice. Buck up Preston you are made of sterner stuff than this.

With that, with her head held high she walked out of the ladies room and directly into Wyatt.

“Were you waiting for me?” She practically hissed.

“No, I mean yes, I mean I wanted to talk to you but I didn’t want to interrupt your date.” Wyatt looked down at his feet.

“What did you want to talk to me about?”

“I just wanted to say hi.”

“Well hi back. I should get back now.” Lucy began to walk away.

“Wait! Who is he? Is he good enough for you?” Wyatt could not stop the words from coming out of his mouth.

Lucy turned to look at him.

“I mean I know he’s not good enough for you. It’s just I had no idea you were seeing someone. I guess I wasn’t paying close enough attention.” Wow. He really wasn’t making things any better.

Lucy walked back to Wyatt. “You were paying plenty of attention.”

Wyatt blushed. So she had noticed.

“But he’s isn’t a date, he’s just a guy my cousin wanted me to meet. There won’t be another meeting.”

“Why did your cousin want you to meet him?” Wyatt was so confused.

“She wanted it to be a date. She thinks I need to get back out there. I disagree but it would have been rude to cancel at the last minute.”

“And you wouldn’t want to be rude,” Wyatt teased.

“That’s a bit rich coming from the man who insisted on calling me Ma'am” she winked at him. “But I really should get back and you should get back to the group dinner to which  you didn’t bother inviting me.” She tried to hide the disappointment in her voice but she could see in Wyatt’s eyes he had heard it.

“It was actually a last minute thing, I invited myself to hang out with Rufus and Jiya, still not sure if they are just humouring me.”

“Next time you need someone to hang out with you should call me. I can be fun.”

“Next time, maybe I shall” he smiled at her and got lost in her beautiful eyes.

They were looking so intently at one another they didn’t notice James until he cleared his throat.

“Oh my God, James! This is Wyatt, Wyatt Logan, another one of my colleagues.”

Wyatt stuck out his hand and James shook it saying, “James, James Smith, a friend of Lucy’s.”

“Sorry for hogging your friend James.”

“No problem, I just wanted to come back and make sure she was okay.” He turned to Lucy. “You were gone a long time so I worried you were sick or something.”

Lucy saw her way out and seized it like a life raft. “Actually James, I’m really not feeling well. It may be best if we call it a night.”

“Sure, let me take you home.” He began to lead Lucy away, he turned and looked back at Wyatt, “nice meeting you.”

“Nice meeting you as well.” Although Wyatt was pretty sure they wouldn’t be meeting again.

*****

Wyatt went back to his table and enjoyed a lovely meal with Rufus and Jiya before heading home for the night.

He was slowly shuffling home after maybe one too many glasses of wine when he noticed Lucy huddled on his doorstep.

“Lucy? What are you doing here?”

“I didn’t want to go home and I thought it might be fun to hang out with you. You know, if you want to?” She was suddenly feeling very insecure about this. What if he thought she was stalking him?

“I’d love to hang out with you Lucy!”

“Great!” Lucy got up. “So tomorrow, then?”

“Where are you going?” Wyatt laughed. “You waited for me to come home so you could leave?”

“I thought it might be too late.” She said shyly.

“No, come on in. Let’s watch some TV.”

Lucy smiled. This was not a date but exactly where she wanted to be.

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Kahin Pyar Na Hojaye "That Ridhima is pissing me off!!" "Why don't you ignore her and concentrate on work, Gauri ma'am." "Just because she is Anika jiji's sister-in-law, I am tolerating her." Gauri was twisting her dupatta. Bhavya ignored her colleague's constant rant that she was enduring since past an hour. Bhavya examined the last History answer copy, while putting the aggregate marks on the sheet. "Finally it's over." She tied all the papers in a bunch. Gauri was still fuming over Ridhima's attitude who seemed to have removed Gauri's name as the in-charge of Cultural Festival next month. It was a very celebrated event of 'Gurukul Institute of Arts & Science'. "Let's go. Isn't it time of your period?" Gauri didn't answer anything. "What will all the students think of me Bhavya ma'am? My image is already tarnished due to her." "Good Morning ladies!" They looked at the handsome epitome-Omkara Oberoi, the Assistant Professor, Department of Economics. "Morning sir." Bhavya answered while Gauri ignored him. 'Bitch's boyfriend.' "Hello Gauri ma'am!" He addressed Gauri getting no response from her. "Hi!" She snapped. While Bhavya covered up, "She is not feeling well actually." "Oh, you should rest then ma'am." Omkara's worried voice riled her up, while Ridhima who had just come also clenched her jaw. "Om, I think we should leave her alone for sometime. She needs time to cope up, isn't it Gauri?" Ridhima's voice was full of sarcasm. She couldn't take her boyfriend showing worry for someone else specially that Gauri. Gauri's sister Anika was getting married to Ridhima's brother Shivaay. Both Ridhima and her mother Pinky were against this marriage, but Shivaay was hell bent. That led to the constant bickering sessions between Ridhima and Gauri who were teaching in the same college. Suddenly an idea came to Gauri's mind, "Don't worry Omkara Sir, I'm fine." Seeing Ridhima so worked up, Gauri tried to have some fun. In the same sweet tone she continued, "Just a bit dehydrated. Do you have water?" "Haan, here it is!" Omkara frowned at the wierd behavior of Gauri. Taking the bottle from Omkara, Gauri touched his fingers deliberately, while Ridhima fumed. Omkara cleared his throat. He didn't want to be the centre of his possessive girlfriend's wrath. "Excuse me, it's my lecture time. See you." "Actually Om....Sir. I am also going towards classroom section. I hope you won't mind if I come with you. I am feeling a bit dizzy." Gauri held her head, acting to be sick. Bhavya looked preplexed at her friend. 'What have gotten into her head?' While a grinning Gauri and nervous Omkara moved out of the staff room leaving behind a mad Ridhima. That's how Gauri got the perfect plan to tease Ridhima. So she started to be with Omkara when Ridhima is around, as much as possible. Acting to be her virtual girlfriend! "Om sir", she knew that Ridhima was watching, "Will you taste these jalebis? I have prepared it with my own hands." The most pitiful creature in this cat-fight was Omkara. Since Gauri had started behaving so lovey-dovey, his love life had become hell. He was also affected by the unprecedented love from Gauri Sharma. But he knew that she was acting just before Ridhima. Now he couldn't behave harsh with the very beautiful woman, for the sake of his girlfriend. He had no choice. "No ma'am thank you. I am cutting calories now-a-days." "Oh common Om sir...you are already so fit and healthy. Whole college swoons over you." Gauri could see Ridhima hurrying towards them. She was chitchatting with those college boys who considered her as the hottest professor in the college. 'Wearing skimpy, clingy sarees and deep neck blouses to pollute young minds!!' Gauri immediately sat on the vacant chair beside Omkara when she sensed Ridhima behind her. "Take it na Om...", she put hands on his shoulder, "You won't be less handsome if you eat just one jalebi." Her voice was husky. "Gauri, it's enough!!" Ridhima was pissed off. "Oh, Ridhima!! I didn't see you." She blinked her eyes slowly. "Just shut up and stay away from Om! Don't you feel ashamed trying to woo a committed man?" "Oh no Ridhima! I will never do such thing!" She was faking worry. "I thought Om sir loves you. Did something happen between you two?" "No, no Gauri ma'am. Nothing like that. What are you saying Ridhima? Wooing and all...You know I love you." Omkara had known that Ridhima was not liking proximity between him and Gauri. But they had not yet talked about it openly. Ridhima stomped her leg and went away from there. When Om tried to follow her, Gauri again stopped him."Om sir, jalebi!" Omkara sighed. Now he was sure that he is being exploited between these two women. ._._._. Gauri was dressed in biege lehanga with backless blouse. Styling her hair open she had pinned the net dupatta to the side. It was her sister's marriage today and she was busy in wedding preparation. It had been three months since her game of 'Annoying the hell out of Ridhima'. A lot had happened in this period. It had started to trouble Ridhima and Omkara's relationship, while Omkara seemed to be affected the most. His behavior had also changed. He had stopped consoling Ridhima every time she got angry. "Professor Omkara and Professor Ridhima were having some trust issues. They were fighting in the Chemistry lab." Whole college was buzzing with the latest talks of the popular couple. "I think Professor Omkara likes Professor Gauri. He looks more happy with her. That Professor Ridhima always tries to dominate the Greek God." Another gossip was in the canteen!! Gauri was also not oblivious to it. "Gauri ma'am, in your childish strife, you are putting their relationship at stake. It's too much now. Please stop it." Bhavya had admonished her. "That should be the problem of Ridhima. Her behavior hasn't changed a bit, Bhavya ma'am! I am protecting Omkara sir from that witch!!" Gauri couldn't see any problem in harmless flirting with Omkara. He was a decent man, always in limits. Twice he had offered her to drop her home. 'Once it was raining and second time my scooter had broken.' Only once they had gone for a cofee. 'That because I had got cold and Omkara sir insisted on having something hot...beverage.' Except that everything was formal between them in the absence of Ridhima. Gauri inspected the dining arrangements lest Pinky aunty would start her drama. She was going towards mandap when she collided with something hard. She looked up only to see a very handsome Omkara. He had held her from falling down with his one hand on the bare back and one on her thin waist. She steadied up but Omkara didn't leave her, still in stance. 'She is looking so beautiful.' "Om...kara sir!!"her voice sobered him up and he removed his hands. "No need to add sir. Om is fine. We are not in college anyways." He said sheepishly. "Huh!! Haan. Hmm." She didn't know what to say. She seemed to be too much affected by his cologne or his crisp golden kurta or his perfect jawline. She couldn't think properly. "I am glad you could attend the marriage." Finally she found her voice to say something sane. Before they could talk further, Gauri and Omkara's mothers appeared there. "Gauri, did you check with Panditji?" "Haan Ma. He is in mandap." She introduced Omkara to her. While Omkara introduced them with his mother. "Thank you very much Jhanviji for coming." "Don't be formal Garimaji, after all we will be relatives!" While everyone looked confused on Jhanvi's comment, she clarified, "Don't you know, Ridhima and Om will be engaged soon." "Oh, I didn't know. Congratulation samdhanji !" Gauri's mother hugged Jhanvi while faces of both Gauri and Om became pale. Both of them excused themselves and vanished in opposite directions. ._._._. Gauri was arranging her cupboard. It had been a week since her sister's marriage. She heard her parents talking while having tea on a Sunday afternoon. "One of our responsiblities is over. Now we should concentrate on Gauri." Her mother was determined to marry off Gauri soon. "Why do you worry so much Garima! Let her enjoy some more days of freedom, to concentrate on her career!" "Shashi! She is already in such a good job. She can also enjoy life after marriage. If marriageable age will slip away, it will be difficult to find good proposals. She is already 27!" Gauri sighed. Since her mother heard about Bhavya's engagement, she had started pestering her. She had even planned to marry off both daughters simultaneously. "My friend Manorama's son is doctor. I have seen him in Anika's wedding. If you say I will talk to her. If both Gauri and him like each other then we'll...." Her mother's voice trailed off behind as Gauri came to balcony. The marriage talks were making her restless. ._._._. She posed for a photo with the newly wed Bhavya and Rudra in their reception party. She was looking breathtakingly beautiful in the blue anarkali. It had been two months to her sister's marriage. She saw Ridhima coming towards the stage with Omkara. The facade of Gauri-seducing-Omkara was not over yet. In fact it had become a routine now. Both of them didn't feel awkward about it. Ridhima was still the same- Torturing Om, and trying to keep him away from her. "You are looking drool worthy Om sir!" She chirped in as they stood beside the couple for the pictures. Om ignored her. Gauri had purposefully come to his side from the other corner. While Ridhima was holding him from other side. Gauri felt immense bliss seeing that frown on Ridhima's head. But when she tried to hold Om's hand, he didn't let her. 'It's not first time that I am holding his hand.' Gauri felt a pang. In these 5 months, Gauri had clinged to him, hugged him and there was even a peck on cheek by her. But both of them knew that it was not serious. When she sit for the dinner beside him, Omkara had changed his seat with one of their colleagues. Now it was disturbing for Gauri. 'He is ignoring me. Let him. He is not my boyfriend anyway.' She pretended to be not affected but she was feeling like crying. As usual Ridhima started showing off. "You know, Om has gifted me these diamond earrings. He is so romantic na. I feel so lucky with him. But some people are so unlucky that nobody even looks at them." She took jibe on Gauri, while talking to one of her friends. Gauri wanted to answer her back but her head had started aching badly. She decided to call it a night. "Gauri ma'am it's late. How will you go alone? You didn't bring your scooty, did you?" Bhavya asked her. "I'll tell someone to drop you. There must be some driver around." Rudra told her. "No jeejaji, it's ok. Everybody is busy. It's just 11, I'll get a rickshaw." She denied them, and come out of the reception venue. It was very dark ouside, with dark clouds ready to pour down heavily. Her parents were not in the city. While her scooter was showing tantrums so she had left it at home. Even after an hour she couldn't find any rickshaw. She saw Omkara and Ridhima coming out and sitting in the Omkara's car. 'Why is she standing alone?' Omkara looked at her "Ridhima, I think Gauri ma'am is looking for a ride. We should help her." "Om!! Did you forget what I have said to you. Girls like her lure rich men, as her sister had done. Don't come into their trap. Just ignore her from now-on or forget our relationship." Omkara contemplated whether to do what Ridhima said. But her last sentence made him ignore his heart. Omkara and Ridhima's fathers were childhood friends. Both had decided to change their friendship into kinship. His marriage with Ridhima was decided since their childhood. When they came to age, he didn't object his parents' decision. Ridhima was a beautiful girl, educated and from a well-to-do family. Although a bit obnoxious, he had accepted her as his to be life-partner. Or he had thought so.... Gauri saw the vehicles going past her. 'I don't need anyone's help.' She held her head high and started walking on the now empty road. The stormy winds had started and she couldn't find any rickshaw or taxi. She should have accepted Rudra's offer. Suddenly it started raining. She took shelter under a tree while her wet outfit was not any helpful. Taking her phone out she tried to call someone or Ajay but it had no network. She felt the lights of a vehicle on her. An all-men jeep had slowed down. A sense of phobia engulfed her while she could imagine all the things that could happen to an alone young girl in a rainy midnight. Before she could think of something else, a car stopped just ahead of jeep. She ran to the other side of car when she saw the person on driver-seat. As soon as she closed the door, the car moved away. "What were you thinking, standing there alone in this state?" He blasted on her, as soon as he came out of the numbing shock. He had panicked seeing her in that situation. After dropping Ridhima he had come back. 'Just to check if she has gone home safely.' But not finding her near the reception venue, he decided to go back home only to find her on that road. "I think....There was no rickshaw...My phone...", she was shivering badly. Her answer didn't help him to cool down. "Do you know what could have happened if I have not come there?" "Says the person who didn't even ask a needy person for lift!" She couldn't take his ironic comments any more. "Why do you think I come all the way back in the middle of a stormy night? To count the trees on highway?" Gauri had no proper words to retort back. The panic, tension and the cold temperature and his behavior in the reception had affected her. All through the way they didn't talk anything. After their outburst both of them were engrossed in their own thoughts. Their communication was never such streamy. Either it was just hi-hello or one or two light hearted things that had started since last 5 months. Anger, attitude, ego, sorrow were never part of it, until today. He stopped the car before her house. Without uttering any word, she tried to run away not wasting any second. "Gauri!!!" She ignored him. She reached the door, only to find that she had forgotten her handbag in the car. Sensing his presence behind her, she turned back only to slip in his arms. The warm proximity in the cold weather started affecting them. But before they could lose senses her phone rang. She snatched her phone from Om's hands. "Hello...yes I have reached Bhavya ma'am...had lost the network...I'll see you later." She cut the call while he was waiting there under the portico with her. "Thank you!!" She couldn't decide, why she was thanking him. "Gauri, I want to tell you that...we...you should..." He didn't acknowledge her gratitude. "Don't worry Omkara Oberoi. I got the message. I won't bother you ever." She sensed where he was hinting. "Listen Gauri, I never told you anything. But now I think things are serious. I am getting engaged to Ridhima next week. I don't know what it is between you two, but please don't bring me in." 'Your fake love is affecting me in real.' He wanted to say but couldn't. "I will not even see your face now onwards." She said annoyingly. "It's not like that. I just want you to behave maturely." Her anger rised hearing him. 'So I am childish. And that Ridhima??' "Good Bye." Was it her last goodbye. She turned her back towards him not wanting to talk about anything. Closing the door behind her she went directly to her bedroom. Changing in fresh clothes she plopped on the bed. Amid continuous trail of tears she went into deep slumber. Omkara was driving aimlessly in the stormy weather all night. As dawn neared he realized that he was angry at something which even he didn't know. 'Did I fall in her love?' ._._._. "I am getting engaged to Ridhima next week." The sentence was still annoying her mind next morning. She even dreamed of their marriage last night. Frying another batch of jalebis she put them in the syrup. 'Did I fall in his love?' "What is the matter, Gauri?" Her mother asked sensing something wrong with her daughter since they were back in the morning. "I am ready to get married to Ajay, Ma. Ask Manorama aunty if engagement can be held next week or before that." She had perplexed her mother who had accepted failure after nudging her for marriage a million times. ._._._. She was looking like a princess in Green lehanga. As per her wish the engagement was decided to be held next week but a day earlier than his. 'Because...Ajay of all the people in the world has to be the cousin of Omkara.' The treacherous week was very hard on both of them. They had ignored each other in the college but still missed each other. Gauri had got so much into the fake wooing game, that it was seeming realistic. The whole college had come to know that "Professor Omkara and Professor Gauri broke up." Ridhima seemed to be happy while Bhavya had asked, "Are you sure you didn't fall in love with him?" She had avoided the talk while Omkara had observed her the whole week. Not able to ward his eyes off her. Now when he saw her with that ring ready to slip in that Ajay's finger, he was feeling nauseous. Why did he have to come here? Why was he feeling so enraged? And the most strange thing was that he didn't know the answer. "Let's start the ceremony." Her mother's voice seemed to have stabbed her. Why was she feeling that this was wrong. She should not have to get engaged just because he was starting a new life. Ajay took her hand to slide the ring. "Stop it. This engagement can't happen." She looked up listening Omkara's voice. "Gauri, I know that you are doing this for our families, but don't punish us with this." She couldn't understand what he was saying. "What happened Om! What punishment?" Jhanvi asked. "Ask your daughter-in-law." He held Gauri's hand. "What?" Garima, Jhanvi, Manorama and Pinky screamed simultaneously. Gauri's mind was not working. 'Why is he lying? Did he go mad?' "Gauri, what is he saying. Are you married?" Garima was clueless. "Ma..." Before she could elaborate further, Omkara interrupted again. "Aunty, I mean Ma", Jhanvi widened her eyes when he addressed Garima as Ma, "let me talk to her. Come Gauri, let's sort this out. Our families need to know." Before anyone could tell anything he pulled her to one of the rooms. "Have you gone nuts or did you hit your head somewhere?" She was super-angry while he locked the door and pulled her to the wall. "What do you think? Only you can act?" He said coming close. "Don't be a Nandi Bail! What rubbish were you talking? Marriage, punishment...?" Before she could tell anything further, she was involved in a mind-numbing-heart-opening kiss. When they broke apart breathless she was frowning. "I love you!" Just three magical words from him and silence. "Is it also a lie? A revenge? An act?'' She asked with tears. In reply another aggressive kiss followed. Her blouse dori got opened while his shirt buttons were not in place. After 5 minutes, she was totally disheveled, so was he. Their actions speaking louder than words. "What do you think now?" He asked with their foreheads touching. "I will act with you in this. Just promise me that you will kiss me the same way, even if we get old." She said panting. "Even if you loss all your teeth and your flawless face hide in wrinkles, I will kiss you like this only." He was turned on. They heard knock on the door. She grinned while pulling him to herself, "Let's seal it with a kiss, SIR!" "As you wish MADAM!" The knocks had increased. Pinnkiswan

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Three days in Summer

I am not affectionate. I do not dwell on my emotions since I do not trust them. These are all true. I do not want you to think that I never loved before. To be honest, I am not sure if I did but I liked someone. I liked him to the point that I believed in serendipity. I thought the time was right for me to find him. He gave me attention and he told me that he loved me yet he loved someone else more. I learned it but I still wanted him around. We pretended to be friends and this lasted for a year. I finally stopped.

Years passed quickly, a high school crush returned but did not work out. It was my fault. He still has all the things that I liked about him when we were in high school. It is just that I changed and maybe those things no longer attract me.

In the summer of 2016, someone caught my attention. He was intelligent and could speak English well, really well. He had the looks and the appeal. He was different. I do not get easily attracted with good looking men. There was something about him. His questions challenged me and allowed me to think differently and reflect. I usually judge a man based on his questions not on his answers. I was thrilled having him around. I did not have any courage to show him my fondness. I was not the type and I am still.

Unluckily, he was only around for three days. I was not even able to know his name but we talked a lot, enough for me to know him more. He experienced a difficult time. He battled with depression and had a tattoo that reminded him of that battle. He was not an education graduate but he is a good teacher. He was even better than some of those who have the degree. I advised him to take the LET if he is serious about teaching. 

I was inspired by him. He went through a very tough time but he managed to stand on his feet and move forward. However, I need to forget about him which was not difficult since I did not know his name. It felt like I was Wendy who had a quick visit in the Neverland and met Peter Pan but needed to return and grow old. Summer was approaching. He did not enter my mind. I was too destructed by my speaking engagements and all the pressures that came with it. I was done with my three assignments. Finally, I was assigned in my region and then I remembered him. I asked a colleague who attended the first batch training if she noticed a man with a tattoo on his arm and she said she was not sure. 

Even though I wished to see him for another summer, I know that it will be extra impossible. I considered the following; he might have attended the first batch training and if he will attend the second batch he will be in one of the five rooms. I wished that it will be my room but the probability was small so I just accepted it. 

First day of training came. I was on my first session when I was a bit distracted by a participant who just entered in the middle of the talk. He said, "It is nice to see you again, ma'am." I was shocked but I did not let my guard down. I just smiled at him. I had to continue as if nothing bothered me.  

It was my best performance ever. I felt like I had to do my best since he was around. It was a bit difficult for me to look at him while discussing but I managed to look at his direction. I did not want to look too obvious. He was listening intently at my every word. The funny thing was I even thanked God for his presence. He was as keen as usual. He had his good questions again and his counter claims when questioned. I asked about his license. I was surprised when he informed that he took his units and passed the LET already. It was a short time! That was beyond my expectations. He was really fast. I was happy for him. Just like before, I only had three days again but this time I had his name. 

This is the important part. I learned his name but I did not have time to check his FB account since I needed to work straight that week until the next. On the 24th of May, the same date that I wrote this, I had a time to check his FB. I felt that we will really be good friends. We shared some interests like reading, writing and travelling. He also liked the nature and he cared about it. I noticed that he wanted people to be aware of depression issues since he had undergone the same thing. He was a bit politically involved and he cared about his community. 

His wall became my favorite. He is a spoken word poetry writer and performer. He is really good. I read about the therapeutic effect of writing for him. The more I discover about him; the more that I admire him. He is very straightforward, no hypocrisy and secrecy. Everything went well except for a post that brought me to reality. He is in love. He is in love not with woman but a man. It was even posted. It was crazy. I checked all the comments. I was hoping that it was only a joke but he was dead serious about it.  

My initial reaction was weird. I just laughed then contacted close friends and mentioned it to them. When I already digested it, I reviewed again the wall and I looked at the post. I read all the 84 comments and all the replies. It was really true. Suddenly, I was so disappointed. That was about one in the morning. I felt like I need to write what I feel so I did. I emailed it to myself. I saw the man that he loves. That man is damn lucky. 

He considers himself as Peter Pan. He is a kid who is afraid to age but is eager to see what lies beyond those years. This was on his wall. The author of Peter Pan got the second name of this character from a mythical creature that is half goat and half human. Pan, based on some stories had relationship with men. I do not know if he was familiar with this or if he did it on purpose. All I know is his gender preference did not stop me from liking him. He was so brave to admit that he is in love with a man. I killed courage long ago that is why I really admire people who continuously embrace it amidst the danger. But, the affection is in a different way now. I still wish to see him next summer.

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Barron Presley I'm not saying I want you dead or anything crazy, I just think you should spend the rest of your life mixing purple jelly beans up with the black ones.

Coree Marx "Got a few people to add to that list of yours, Baby."

Barron Presley The more the merrier.

Coree Marx "I'm thinking this weekend, we lock ourselves away somewhere and throw away the key. Whataya say?"

Barron Presley Better to do it this weekend. Next one I got a date with some cute girls coming in to see me.

Coree Marx "Oh?" she asks, eyeing him with a smirk to her lips. "These cute girls happen to be twin eight year olds that are going to have the time of their lives in the lego room and playing with Gremlin?"

Barron Presley Nods, a telling smirk that she'd figure that one out. "Yes ma'am."

Coree Marx "Mmm. The next three weeks are going to be absolutely incredible, Baby. This weekend, we go on lockdown. Next weekend, the girls will be here. Then Monday after, we fly out for Florida to spend a week down there and see Asher perform. I've bought three new bathing suits and maybe a little something else. You ready for all this?"

Barron Presley "I know." He'd agree, approaching her as she sat on the bed. Hands to the sides of her thighs as he dragged her into position to lay down.

Coree Marx Feeling his hands take to her thighs as she's drawn down to lay with him, a laugh was there on her lips as her arms wrapped around his neck. "I say there's a little something else and you lay me down. Trying to say you know what kind of little something I got for the trip?" she teased.

Barron Presley "Probably." Knees to the bed as he leaned over, pressing his lips to hers. Feeling affectionate which wasn't too common so she'd have to make the most of it.

Coree Marx Finding the surprise in his kiss, her hands found the back of his head, easily taking to him as he came over her. Humming softly to his kiss as her legs drew around him as though to keep him right there.

Barron Presley Feeling her drawing her legs around him as his lips drew back. "Gonna tell me?" He'd ask with a cock of his brow.

Coree Marx Draws a deep breath the moment his lips part from hers, eyes meeting his a moment later. "Baaaaby. It's a surprise." She nearly sang to him as she lifted her head from the bed, attempting to find that kiss once more.

Barron Presley "Can I have a hint?" He asked, knowing he could usually figure it out as he spoke to her lips. Not quite giving her that reattachment until he got what he was after.

Coree Marx Hearing his question, it was all too tempting to give in with his lips right there against hers, but not all at the same time, teasing her, tempting her, driving her crazy as usual. "Hmm... it's black," she offered, deciding that might be enough to get him to kiss her and yet keep that surprise mostly in tact.

Barron Presley Hearing her speak, he'd press his lips back to hers and hummed low. "Little black dress?" He'd ask, gauging where this was going to land as his lips fully engaged hers.

Coree Marx Feeling the reward for the bit of information she'd given up, she pressed her lips fully to his before his question would break the kiss once again. "Noooo..." she sang in return, her lips finding his once more. "Less fabric," she'd offer by way of a strong hint as she tightened her legs around him.

Barron Presley Feeling her legs tighten, still not too sure despite it all as he'd suppose he'd have to wait...or check her amazon past orders and pretend like he'd wait as his lips remained pressed to hers.

Coree Marx Feeling him give into that kiss, a smirk stole her features as she thought about just what it was she'd bought, now so tempted to go get it out of hiding. "Strappy," she managed against his lips, never quite pulling back as the word was spoken between them.

Barron Presley "Strappy?" Not sure what that meant for them. "I don't think that's a word." He'd confess, finally letting his lips pull from hers yet continuing to brush.

Coree Marx Humming softly, she nodded her head. "Very, very, strappy," she confessed, thinking it was a word and it fit the description quite well. "Such as... with many straps..." she went on to clarify, a smirk there to the corners of her lips as she was all too anxious for their vacation so she wouldn't have to keep it a secret any longer.

Barron Presley Hearing her follow up definition, still struggling with the visual as his eyes passed over hers. "Hm..."

Coree Marx Bringing her hand to his, she brought his fingertips to her side, dragging his fingertips against her in a criss crossed pattern against her lower abdomen, saying not a word as she attempted to give him somewhat of a visual to get him through.

Barron Presley Feeling her pattern as he was beginning to piece it together. A crooked smirk finding him as he'd nod simply. "I see."

Coree Marx Nodding her head slowly, she released his hand against her own abdomen to bring her own hand back to the back of his neck. "Yeah... I think you're gonna like it," she whispered, nose nudging the side of his.

Barron Presley "I think so." He'd confess, brushing his fingertips still lazily over her skin as he felt her to his nose. Eyes drifting down to watch his fingers.

Coree Marx When he didn't draw his hand back from her stomach, she'd lift her eyes to his only to find his to be focused somewhere else entirely. Drawing a slow breath as she realized where he was focused. "I know so," she whispered, her own fingertips following the curve of his arm, tempted to get it out for him, yet trying so hard to keep it mostly a surprise.

Barron Presley Passing his fingers down to her hip, his teeth finding his bottom lip as he found her eyes at her follow up. "It's a date."

Coree Marx Hearing his easy agreement, he would find her smile as proof of just how happy he had made her in that moment. Humming softly, she tightened her hand to the back of his neck, snagging his lips with her own.

Barron Presley Pressing his lips back to hers, the man angled back towards hers as he lowered to his forearms before her to gain access to her flesh.

Coree Marx Meeting his lips, there was a fire about her kiss as just talks of their upcoming trip and what she had for him to enjoy therein had thoroughly excited the woman. Turning her head slowly, she'd give up the access he was after as her hand turned the curve of his shoulder.

Barron Presley Feeling as she'd turn her head. His lips down her jawline and neck. Taking a none too gentle bite of her against her neck as he suckled away the discomfort.

Coree Marx Feeling the sharp bite of pain, she gasped instantly, feeling the tension against her flesh before he was suckling against her, replacing that pain instantly. Digging her nails against his upper arm, she bit against her own lower tier.

Barron Presley Hearing her intake of breath as she attempted to hang with him when it was never quite possible. He felt her nails to his upper arm as one hand was luring down to find her bottoms.

Coree Marx Her response had been organic and unrestrained as he would always find from her in this capacity. Her nerves and shy nature had been put on hold here as he would find the very best of her, easily expressive in ways the rest of the world would never be able to access. As his hand reached down to find the athletic shorts she wore, her hips lifted to his touch, giving up the fabric to him without argument or reservation.

Barron Presley Tugging them down her thighs, his main objective not being to tug them off but to feel what he had just created as his hand slipped down. Passing down at the apex of her thighs and over the barrier of her panties as he rolled his fingers over the heat he found there.

Coree Marx Forever entirely too eager here to take her time, always finding herself to want him just as badly as she did in that moment. Feeling his fingertips over the heat of his own creation, she pressed her lips to the curve of his neck, stealing a page from his own playbook as her teeth found his flesh, nipping against him until finding the space where her teeth would take to him fully, not bothering to be gentle as she well knew him to be able to handle this and so much more.

Barron Presley Feeling her return the favor as he was hardly expecting it, the man gave up a heated breath while his fingers rolled over the the moisture pooling to the fabric. Finding himself at the same point as she physically in his own mirrored fashion.

Coree Marx The breath at his lips said everything to the woman as she quite loved nothing more here than shattering the expected reactions and keeping him on his toes even if her arsenal was small and far understocked considering. Suckling against the space she had only just bit against, she hummed to his flesh which would surely hold her marks for days to come as she felt him locating the moisture that would give up every feeling and desire she had. "Do you want me?" She asked, her voice quiet to his ear as she dared to tease the man.

Barron Presley Hearing the question which was an easy one, finding her hand where he dragged her to the front of himself. Despite it all. Layers of fabric be damned. The protrusion obvious and formable under her grip. "What do you think?"

Coree Marx As his hand found her own, he would find no resistance from the woman as he brought her hand against himself, even through those layers that separated his flesh from her own. With her lips still there to the curve of his neck, he would find that smirk of her taking form against him. Using her hand to apply pressure against him, her teeth found the lower curve of his ear. Tugging gently against his ear, her tongue smoothed against the curve she held between her teeth, letting her mind run wild with the possibilities of just what he wanted to do to her with that which she felt in her hand. "How do you want me?" She asked in a whisper to his ear, clearly being more vocal here than usual as it spoke to her comfort level with him, flirtation lacing her every word.

Barron Presley With that question effectively answered, feeling her applying pressure to that of which she had caused. Feeling her to his ear as his hand was drawing up from between her legs. Reaching for the sides of her panties where he was drawing them down. "I'll show you."

C.J. Marx Feeling his hands to the sides of her panties, his words caused her breath to hitch instantly. Nipping against the lower curve of his ear, her own hand formed entirely to him, feeling him growing there beneath her hold as she shifted the palm of her hand up and down his length even through the two layers that separated them. Heated breaths fell against his ear as she shifted her body beneath his to assist in the removal of her panties, drawing her legs up and free one at a time, her flexibility assisting in his task as she remained there beneath him.

-April 1, 2017

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The Real Housewives Of Atlanta | Season 9 Episode 12

Starting the episode off with Kenya and Pheadra in a camping store because apparently the ladies are going on a "Glamping" tip, whatever that means. And im still not sure why Kenya and Pheadra are still pretending to like each other but what i do know is that Pheadra needs to STOP telling Porsha's business to Kenya. Along with Kenya acting like she never did anything to Porsha to cause her to act the way she does towards her. This season literally started off with Kenya insulting Porsha's FLAWLESS natural face. During this scene we get a cut scene to Porsha in her anger management appointment, Now when he was talking to her he used the word "Bully". I don't think that these women are bullying Porsha i think that they just wanna make sure that she's 100% good and not popping off on anyone at any giving moment but like i said before every action has a reaction and the only person that really seems to be questioning Porsha is Kenya who has provoked he on multiple occasions.

Next Scene, we have Cynthia and Matt....

WHY IS CYNTHIA TALKING TO MATT?

Can somebody please explain this scene to me, Yes You are older and somewhat wiser but Ma'am you're going through a D I V O R C E! Who relationship you trying to fix. Cynthia is one of my faves but i think that this is one she should have sat out just because o her situation. While Matt did admit to smashing Kenya's windows "CLAP CLAP BRAVO" He's still saying that he loves Kenya and wants to Marry her. This is where i throw down my red flag, if you have something going on within yourself you shouldn't be taking that out on someone you claim to love an damaging their property like Kenya said in a previous episode you keep apologizing for breaking things but its not always gonna be glass it might be "Kenya i'm sorry for beating your ass." i don't really think that this conversation helped at all but we'll see where this goes because we now know that Kenya and Matt aren't together and he has a new girlfriend so...

We have Kandi throwing Shamea a surprise all white engagement party, i personally think that Porsha should have been throwing this event since Shamea is her best friend but that's just me. Now apparently everyone that was invite got the ALL WHITE memo but the women with the Peaches, because they came in there in whatever they wanted to wear and Kandi just looking at them with that face like "you hoes knew the theme." AND WHO INVITED MARLO?! Still trying to wrap my head around when her and Sheree became so close but that a palm tree for another day. Porsha not attending the event to me was complete and utter BS she had her best friend sitting up there crying when she should have been enjoying her party. Nobody should have gotten in the middle of you being there for your friend of 19+ years, its very heartbreaking that she let Kandi prevent her from being there. Now here comes Miss Messy Boots, Sheree telling Shamea that Porsha didn't defend her when Pheadra called her all types of Husband F***ers. Yes Porsha should have spoken up on that subject but for Sheree to bring that up at her ENGAGEMENT party was tasteless as hell.

Miss Twirl,done pulled up to Cynthia's lake house with her dogs. Friends or not I feel like its extremely nasty to have your dogs revealing themselves all over someones yard without permission with permission all that. And then Kenya hadn't even rang the doorbell to let Cynthia know she was outside Cynthia saw the puppies from her window just dropping loads.

Here's where this scene gets S T U P I D

Cynthia brings out her note pad with her notes she had taken when she spoke to Matt earlier in the episode, She explains to Kenya what Matt had to say about their relationship and before Cynthia can finish her sentence Kenya starts throwing a tantrum. Just overreacting like the Drama Queen she is. Cynthia listen to me this is a SIGN to get out of this "Friendship"

We Finally see Porsha and She's at Shamea's house. Shamea has every right to be upset with Porsha and she was right when she told her that what she and Kandi had going on shouldn't have prevented her from coming to celebrate her. She even told her as much as she doesn't like Pheadra she would have been there to support her if Pheadra through Porsha an event. Shamea also bought up what Sheree said about how Porsha didn't defend her at lunch. Porsha was really sitting there with a blank face like she didnt recall what happened but she knows she swiveled her straw in her drink and act like Pheadra wasn't outta line

Its the day of the "Glamping" Trip

Still a stupid name but then again this is RHOA, There's two meet up spots. Sheree's House and Kenya's house. THEY LIVE DOWN THE STREET FROM ONE ANOTHER. Why couldn't there have been just one meet up spot? Anyway, Cynthia arrives at Kenya's house she brings up the argument that took place at her house. We switch over to Sheree's house and a car pulls into her driveway... WHY IS MARLO HERE AGAIN?! She doesn't have a peach i just don't see a reason for her to be there but that's just me if you like it i love it honey. While Marlo isn't dressed for a camping trip she does look good I'll give her that. We switch back over to Kenya's house and Pheadra arrives. Fishy but that's actually none of my business. Porsha and her Sister, Lauren arrives at Sheree's house. You see this back and forth you can just image how the editing went it was too much. Porsha pulls Sheree to the side, she asks her about the whole Shamea thing and Sheree lets her know look we told Pheadra what Shamea said its only right that i told her what Pheadra said.... M E S S Y. For once i agree with Sheree, everyone needs to stop talking about each other behind their backs or she shouldn't have to be Eye Witness News and report back to everyone. We're back at Kenya's house now and Kenya shows up with her friend Hazel, trying to figure out where the plus ones came from but you know that's how these women work. Pheadra throws some shade that we'll get into in the next episode because it'll make more sense.

Bus arrives at Kenya's House everyone packs into the bus, Porsha, Lauren and Sheree almost got caught being nosy while they were skipping down to Kenya's house. again still don't understand why there was two pick up spots. The Bus gets to Sheree's house the remaining ladies pack in the bus. Pheadra let the ladies know the agenda for the night, the bus is full of S H A D E hunty. Cynthia asks why Lauren was in attendance and Porsha pulls out a doctors note from her Anger Management Coach, Pheadra reads the letter and it basically says that he recommends that she had a support system with her on the trip so in case somebody does pop off on her she has someone to talk to and keep her calm. Everyone jumps on Porsha....

HERE WE GO.....

This episode honestly gave me a headache i think that Kenya needs to worry about herself and them spray painted cameras at her house and leave Porsha alone before she drag her again. Cynthia needs to end things with Kenya. Kandi is doing fine. Pheadra might have hands coming towards her next week but we don't know yet. Sheree needs to mind her business and stop being a reporter and Leave Marlo at home...

That's it for this episode of Real Housewives of ATL

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