#and i gave it back because Botox scares me

[ingravinoveritas]

Hello, lovely followers! I know there is lots of fandom goodness to talk about right now (especially with us being on the eve of the BAFTAs), but I had to share some personal news: I went to a gala myself last night, where I received an award! These are just a few pictures that I wanted to share from the occasion, and to let you know why I'm still working on my response to your Asks (which I will have done soon!). ❤️❤️

#personal post #autism #autism sexuality advocate #public speaker #award #award gala #redhead #red dress #there's a general 'red' theme #this was also a comically ridiculous night #because i won one of the raffle grand prizes which was an expensive gift certificate for Botox/fillers #and i gave it back because Botox scares me #lolz #good times

[captainpains]

Attack of the PTA moms (Sergeant Hunter x reader)

I am so proud of the title lol. Also all of my Hunter fics are aus 🤷‍♀️ I am slowly making my way through my @clonexreaderbingo card. And as always, enjoy 💕

Prompt: "Do you trust me?"

Warnings: gn reader, modern au, mean PTA moms, unwanted flirting, implied infidelity, mentions of sex.

Note: the word cousin in this fic is being used as a gender neutral version of aunt or uncle 

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"Dad!" Omega yelled.

"Yes?" Hunter yelled from upstairs.

"Dinner's ready!"

"I'll be down in a minute!"

He stood up from his desk, stretching as he did so. He'd been working all day, opting to work from home because Omega was off from school.

Hunter jogged down the stairs.

When he turned into the living room he saw Omega sitting on the couch. She had a plate in hand with some pizza on it. 

Hunter walked past her, ruffling her hair as he went. 

He grabbed his own plate and placed a few slices of pizza on it. He then grabbed a can of soda from the fridge. He went back to the living room and sat down next to his sister, now daughter. 

"So, what are we watching tonight?" He asked her.

"I don't know. What do you wanna watch?"

"Chef's choice."

Omega happily opened Netflix and chose the movie The Glass Onion, a movie that had been high on their watch list for a while. 

"Did you get your homework done?" Hunter asked as the opening of the movie played.

Omega nodded, her mouth full of food. Hunter didn't press, she was always very on top of her work.

"OH! Don't forget that the bake sale is on Friday. Makenzie's mom said that you were in charge of bringing cookies."

“Alright, thanks for the reminder, kid. I’ll be sure to make those.”

“Thanks Dad!”

Hunter smiled. He was still getting used to Omega calling him dad, but it made him all warm knowing that Omega was comfortable enough to call him that.

————

Friday came and like every school function, Hunter forgot to make the cookies. So, he just bought them from the store on his way to the bake sale. He knew he’d get judgemental looks from the PTA Karens, but he’s busy providing for his family. 

He walked into the school’s cafeteria, where the fundraiser was being held. There were a lot of PTA moms buzzing about, preparing for the event. There were also a couple of volunteers that Hunter had never seen before. Probably forced to be there by the PTA president at the fear of social ostracization.

“Oh, Hunter!” A shrill voice called.

Hunter silently cursed. He turned around and plastered a fake smile on his face as Karen and her groupies approached him.

“Hey, Karen. Where can I put the cookies?” He politely asked. 

“Oh…Store bought again? I thought you’d put more effort in this time, Hunter.” Karen mocked, fake niceness in her voice. 

“Well, you know…got really busy at work…”

“Well, if you perhaps if you spent more time with your family-” “Omega and I spend plenty of time together. We eat dinner together every night, and we eat with my brothers at least once a week. Just because my life looks different than yours doesn’t mean it’s worse.” Hunter bit back. 

“I know, but-”

“Where do you want the cookies, Karen?”

Karen frowned (at least as much as her botox would allow). She pointed towards a folding table with two people standing there, arranging the contents of the table. Hunter gave one last glare to Karen before brushing past her to get to the table.

You were organizing the cookie table, trying to make it nice but easy to see everything. You were not really paying attention to what was happening around you, keeping your head down to avoid the wrath of one of the PTA moms. You were brought out of your focus when a handsome man practically slammed a grocery bag with cookies onto the table. It caused you to jump.

“Ahh, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare ya,” he apologized. “Karen is just… frustrating.”

“I understand. She’s something.” You agreed, picking up the bag he put on the table.

“I just just don’t get it. What kind of sick joy does she get out of criticizing my life!”

“Makes her feel better about her miserable life.” Hunter chuckled at the joke. It was always nice to hear the gripes of other volunteers. It was a moment of bonding over the shared hatred.

“She is very…rude to everyone outside of her posse.” Hunter huffed.

You gave a small smile at his comment, knowing that he probably wanted to use some stronger language. Hunter returned the smile as he properly looked at you. You were fairly attractive, and the clothes you were wearing were simple and practical yet still nice. He wouldn’t admit to checking for a ring on your finger, nor would admit to a strange feeling of joy at not seeing one there.

“But, we all have to put up with her,” You added. “She is the PTA president.”

“I hope she loses the next PTA election.”

“Don’t we all?”

“I’m Hunter, by the way. Omega’s dad.”

You gave him your name. “I’m Tina’s cousin, guardian now.”

“Cousin?” Hunter cocked a brow. In this school district, it wasn’t comen to see another single parent. Most of the moms would rather be in an unhappy marriage than face the shame from Karen for being a single parent. It was part of the reason most of the other single parents gave up in trying to help with PTA functions.

“Very long story.”

“Well, how about, I’ll give you my number. Then, you and I can, maybe, go get dinner sometime?” Hunter was surprised by his boldness, but his brothers did say that he needed to put himself out there. He hadn’t had a partner since, shit, highschool? No wonder his brothers had gotten more pushy.

Hunter was buzzing with joy when you gave him your number. He was smiling the whole drive home. He messaged you that night, and when you responded he felt butterflies in his chest. As the two of you talked, you both felt a strong bond grow, bonding over your shared experiences with the PTA. He also found that you both enjoyed movies and would send movie quotes and memes to each other.

However, Hunter didn’t see you again until it was time for another PTA fundraiser. Whenever the two of you tried to schedule that date, something always came up and one of you would have to cancel. 

Hunter was happy to participate in the fundraisers. He liked helping Omega’s school, but he could do without the judgment of the PTA moms. 

This time it was a small carnival. It had a couple of games, snacks, and two inflatables. Omega was looking forward to it. Hunter was dreading it. The idea of being surrounded with the chaos of a carnival was not something he was looking forward to. It would put his senses into overdrive. But, Karen loved torturing him. 

Hunter stood, grumpy look on his face, behind the folding table with an inflatable ring toss game on it. He was pissed when Karen set him up next to the gymnasium, where the inflatables were. He knew he was in for a long day.

Hunter was brooding over his torment, when he saw you walking into the cafeteria with Tina. Tina waved to her friends and ran over to them. You had a tight smile on your face as you scanned the room. You and Hunter made eye contact. You started to walk over to the table, when Brittney, one of Karen’s groupees, came up to Hunter’s booth. 

“Hello! I’m just making sure everything is going well for you,” She said, a somewhat flirtatious lit in her voice.

“Oh, it’s fine over here. I think all the kids are too excited about the bouncy houses to want to play games right now,” Hunter said.

“Well, kids are like that.” She gave a fake sounding laugh before reaching up to adjust her revealing top (something that was definitely not suited for a school fundraiser). “I was wondering though, you must be so stressed with all the work you do.”

“I-I try…” Hunter uncomfortably responded, noticing the flirtatious look in her eye.

“Well, if you ever need some…stress relief, I can-”

“Hunter!” You greeted, coming around the table. You threw your arms around him and hugged him close. He felt your breath fan against his ear as you whispered to him.

“Do you trust me?” You asked him.

Hunter looked at you, then nodded.

You turned back towards Brittney, a bright smile on your lips.

“I’m sorry, Brittney. But my partner here has all the stress relief that he needs. Maybe you should ask your husband before you ask someone else’s.” 

Brittney gasped, offended for being called out. She pouted and stomped off. You turned back to Hunter, who looked relieved to have the woman gone.

“I’m sorry for stepping in. I know she can be… pushy.” You felt kinda bad for stepping in when it wasn’t asked of you.

“No, it was welcome. It’s hard to get some of the PTA moms to stop with their flirting.” Hunter assured you. “But…since you called us partners when we’ve never been on a date…”

“Iamsosorry! Ididn’tmeantolablethings. Iwasjusttryingto-” He cut you off with a laugh.

“I was just going to say. That now is the time that I take you on an actual date. Just like I promised.”

You smiled at him, “What did you have in mine?”

“Well, that new Marvel movie is coming out this weekend. So maybe we grab some dinner and go to the movies.”

“That sounds perfect.”

#sergeant hunter #sergeant hunter x reader #hunter x reader #tbb hunter #tbb hunter x reader #cfb2023

[fcllederage]

DRAG RACE FRANCE PROMPTS prompts from season 2 translated from FR to EN

"Skinny, huge hair. It's the first time I see a walking Q-tip."

"I'm photogenic and I have to live with it every day."

"And I won't judge you… but still a little."

"Be yourself/yourselves and the world will adapt."

"This hat suits you so well. To each trash can its lid."

"So tall I wondered how many times your forehead hit the entrance of the werk room when you walked in… and then when I heard you talk, I figured it hasn't only happened once."

"With all the Botox in you, why didn't you just reincarnate? It's faster and cheaper."

"You're the personification of tachycardia."

"Right in between April and June. Meh."

"The people who are supposed to love us the most in the world are those who can make us feel the most miserable."

"Jam is like culture. You spread it."

"You're a star ! You're a star ! You're a star ! Not you, you're a hobo. You're a star !"

"What's under the sea and that everybody forgets? The Titanic!"

"I haven't found the heart of the ocean, but I hope I found yours."

"I'm feeling something hard!"

"I don't understand what I'm doing wrong."

"It's the world that's crazy for judging people like us."

"It's the world that's crazy for wanting to control everything."

"You're free to be who you want to be."

"It's important to tell people who aren't free yet that they can be themselves, that we're a family, that they're not alone and that they won't ever be because they will always find people to welcome them."

"I'm convinced we've done something very big."

"Fear is a plague."

"We have to learn to stop scaring others and to stop being scared."

"Hey, you, in the audience! Didn't I see you on Tinder/Grindr, yesterday?"

"Who was already alive back then?"

"I leave you alone for five minutes and it's a mess."

"They kicked you out because you were dancing!?"

"It happens all the time, every day, everywhere in the world."

"Take action because you can never know what could happen."

"I go out to go from point A to point B but I don't know if I will even get there."

"I don't know how to talk about it at a family diner between a roast and a baked potato."

"I can't go on, actually."

"I'm always scared to disappoint so I always want to do good but sometimes, trying to do too good can simply just hurt you."

"I think it's my strength that allows me to leave."

"If you think it's too much pressure, I can only respect your decision."

"I don't regret anything."

"I'm scared people will think I gave up but I actually had the strength to choose myself."

"I'm proud of myself."

"Thinking about yourself first is one of the biggest acts of courage."

"All my life, I dreamt of being a pony."

"I had arguments with Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, the journalists, the cameramen, Y/N, their grandmother and soon, the chairs!"

"I would replace the police by drag queens."

"I didn't have time to eat air for five days."

"Don't give up on one another because that's all we have left in this world."

"If you don't make each others shine, nobody will."

"I'm the whore of the group, the one who never wears anything."

"I want to show my children that they can be who they want and that there are no limits as long as they listen to themselves."

"The children who can have a parent like that today, I keep telling myself that these aren't children who will have to go through what we did."

"I trained by walking on my tiptoes at home!"

"I will never apologize for being myself."

"You're amazing allies, thank you so much."

"Thank you for proving you can be united and open-minded."

"I proved that you can come from nothing but show that you're determined and that you can dream bigger than you could have imagined and I'm the living proof of it."

"It's again only goodbye."

"You downgraded me so much but look at me, baby, I'm at the top now."

"Too late, I'm already a star."

"Whether you are he, she, in a dress, in pants, dress yourself with love, it's the most important."

"Don't wait to be yourself."

#I will play it fair is it truth or dare? ⋈ memes #rp memes #rp starters #rp starter memes #rp sentence starters #rp prompts #inbox memes

[mysticdreamcafe]

Get this ball rolling

I'll get this out of the way first thing. About 12 years ago I started having killer migraines daily. After a year I went to the Neurologist, I was studying IT networking at the time and didn't want to stop, and he said I needed tests. I can hear the gasps from the readers. A Dr that actually orders tests! OMG! Be more unlikely to find one that didn't order a test every other visit.

I followed Dr's orders had an EEG, EKG, MRI,MRA, and a slug of blood work. MRI showed white matter lesions (you know the part people with MS have trouble with because the nerve insulation is torn or eaten off) and this triggered..."You have MS Ma'am". I replied, "don't have symptom's" but we did a lumbar puncture anyway. I had 3 of these done in 2 years. MRI's kept saying my brain was eating the white insulation off of my nerves so I had more and more lesions and the existing ones were worse as years went by. I even had BLACK HOLES! These are spots that will never recover. The other area's can but since it's been 12 years of constant tests and no meds work I'm not sure they will and Dr's have given up.

I was a waitress at a 4* hotel, remember before they added the 5th one? It's like size zero...what's the point?, while being a single mother with one hell of a support team around me I'm privileged to say. This included my daughters father. He was a great dad and great guy compared to the alcoholic, cheater, drug doing or dealing assholes before him. I've worked since I was 14 in the bar and restaurant industries but, I started an office job when my daughter started school. I made more money at night waitressing but she was more important so the switch was made and the budget was cut which made things a bit tight. Almost every "normal" single parent will understand this. Abnormal, those outside the normal society has decided upon, are the rich who probably either don't work or can afford nannies and the like.

I've had a great life. Not as good as some but way better than others. I lived it on my terms. I partied, did some drugs, smoked cigarettes, and traveled the USA before having my child...BTW I was told I had a 2% chance of getting pregnant and the love of my life had a low sperm count. Found out I was pregnant 2 weeks after we buried my 31 yr old sister almost 29yrs ago.

Take allergies seriously. They KILL in seconds if bad enough. My sister left 4 children, youngest aged 15mo old, and a husband.

Back to the topic...Health and stupid Drs. Every Dr I saw gave up on me and started, no lying here, to yell at me because I was allergic to Botox and a string of other meds. I changed Dr's, one last time around a year ago, to a 5ft cute little lady that scares the hell out of me. She studied in the Philippines and participated in a research group focusing on nutrition.

I'm not happy saying this but I'm going too. I'm a bit heavy. Not super huge but bigger than I'd like. 12 years of migraines meant that light, sound, movement, heat, cold, physical activity, dealing with people, EVERYTHING made things hurt. It felt like blood wasn't going to just come out of my nose but my ears and eyes. So I didn't move much to keep things under control. This also meant driving and cooking were difficult so i ate what I could trying to be nutrient aware.

So now 12 years have passed, I've become tolerant of my headaches to a point, but the lesions are causing problems with my nervous system, joints, digestive system, eyes, cognitive and motor skills, seizures, etc. and everyone had given up.

"Well, why should I try if no one else gives a shit and nothing works?"

I asked myself that and saw what it was 3 years after my daughter lost her father and I my soul mate (we weren't married just friends that weren't sure how to get back together and still loved each other. You know...do anything, even give your life for that person kind of love). She was a wreck and my 82 yr old mother, at the time, wasn't any better.

During those 3 years I pretty much gave up. This had repercussions that I'd not foreseen. I'd forget how to spell my first name that I've loved and had for over 50 years, Nichole. I'd forget my last name and give my maiden name to EMTs during seizures. I couldn't talk but only mumble or sounds something like I was speaking an unknown language. Pain was it's worst in years, I couldn't cook because I cut and burned myself often. Let's not forget the dropping of hot pans, cups of coffee, shocked from plugs, this list goes on. Though I am proud I only burnt about half my food and on good days I'd make freezer meals for my mom and take to her apartment.

I was depressed, I've suffered depression, anxiety, and panic attacks for years and they were worse at this time, and I couldn't dig myself out. When it came to a head I packed my car and headed north. BTW I live in SE Michigan...think thumb of the mitten. I went two the west side, close to my home town, and spent a long weekend at a hotel talking myself out taking my life or simply leaving with no money, barely any closes, and near maxed credit cards. I'd leave and wander my way around the North Americas.

Went I got home I tried to make the changes and fight again, but still halve my Dr's had given up and giving me pills that didn't do shit.

So the end of 2023 rolls around and I decide that the toll I'm putting my family through can't continue. Plus I want to live AND I want a better quality of life

2024 is my year and this blog is my accountability (If I remember to post) and give it my all. Meds, Nutrition, exercise the best I can, meditation, less screen time, writing letters long hand (yes in cursive), writing a book longhand, leaving no room for excuses.

I still have good days and I definitely have bad or horrible days but beginning of Feb. 2024 something happened and I got my fighting spirit back after the world seemed to knock me down in everything I tried to stand up.

But that is a story for another time. I send good vibes to all that read this in hopes your lives are filled with health, happiness, and comfort.

MV

#health #fighting #not giving up #illness #determination #Hope #Johhny Depp next post

[wefoundloveunderthelight]

Love, War, and Books by GleefullyCaptainSwan

Chapter 3/3 Notes:

Thank you so much for reading and going along on this journey. This 3 chapter AU took me more time to write than any of my other fics, I really stepped outside my comfort zone with this as I prefer to write original stories and struggled with an AU based on something everyone knows and loves. I haven't liked every word, but I grew to love the tale and I hope you did too.

Read on AO3: | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Or on FF

Stacy's Tortured Crew: @teamhook @kmomof4 @stahlop @lfh1226-linda @ilovemesomekillianjones @itsfabianadocarmo @mariakov81 @qualitycoffeethings @zaharadessert @jrob64 @jonesfandomfanatic @natascha-ronin @tiganasummertree @xarandomdreamx @therooksshiningknight @batana54 @superchocovian @onceratheart18 @ultraluckycatnd @snowbellewells @karlyfr13s @the-darkdragonfly

Chapter 3: The Book of You

“Well now that you’ve put her out of business, I wonder if she would come work for me? She’d be an excellent children’s book editor.”

Killian made a snorting sound, “I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t work for anyone associated with me.”

“I think I’m going to offer her a job anyway.”

“She wouldn’t be good for you; she lacks that killer instinct you like in your employees. What is it you always say, never apologize as long as you win?”

“Like you’re one to talk, you’re just as insensitive as I am, I don’t even know why we’re having this conversation.” She complained, punching the button on the elevator to their floor. “The only reason I have the chance to hire her is because you put her out of business.” She narrowed her eyes. “Who’s insensitive now?”

Killian internally groaned, watching the numbers on the elevator move slowly as Milah droned on beside him. Emma would never work for someone like her, she could never be as cutthroat as he had seen Milah behave. She wasn’t like her, or for that matter, him. Emma was a rare breed.

The elevator jerked violently to pull him from his thoughts, lights flickering on and off as it came to a shuddering halt.

“What the hell!” Milah yelled as the other occupants in the elevator began tapping on the buttons.

“I’m sure it’s just a technical issue.” He offered reassuringly. Milah pulled out her phone, dialing and waiting impatiently for someone to answer. He leaned against the wall, smiling at the woman with her young daughter. “They’ll get us out shortly, no need to worry.”

“No one is answering, how incompetent do you have to be to not know how to pick up a phone?”

“Milah, it’s possible there was an electrical outage that affected more than us, I’m sure the phone lines are busy.”

“I’ll be putting in my complaint to the city.” She squealed and Killian pushed himself down toward the floor, sitting on the ground and removing his jacket.

“I’m sure they’ll be awaiting your call with bated breath.” He grumbled to himself. “Shouldn’t be long, someone will come and get us out.” He announced to the group. “Might as well get comfortable.”

Three hours later and Milah was testing his nerves. He had expected her complaints to die down once the air in the elevator had gotten thicker and harder to take breaths, but it seemed to only intensify her anger.

“When I get out of here, I’m going to call my daughter and apologize. I haven’t spoken to her in 3 weeks, and I don’t even remember what we were fighting about.” The man beside him spoke to no one in particular. Killian smiled at the man; it was a lovely sentiment.

“When I get out of here, I’m going to apply for that job I’ve been scared to be rejected from. Even if I don’t get it, at least I will have tried.”

Milah jumped in, “When I get out of here, I’m going to get Botox.” She announced, staring at herself in her hand mirror and pulling at her skin. Killian rolled his eyes. He knew exactly what he was going to do when he got out of here.

“When I get out of here…” He began.

“Do you have my gum?” Milah interrupted and Killian exhaled, reaching into his jacket beside him to pull out his gum and toss it toward her. The moment was gone, but the second he left the elevator he did exactly what the moment called for. He told Milah it was over between them.

She barely gave up a fight, as he gathered his items, promising to return to pick up the rest of his stuff, and taking Smee out the door with him. Killian didn’t care, he was just happy he could stop pretending. He realized in that elevator that his and Milah’s relationship had always been pretend. He dated her because it was the next logical step in their relationship, they moved in together because that’s what you do when you’ve been dating for as long as they had. She was in the book business, she had contacts that he used selfishly for his own business, and beyond that they had nothing else in common with each other. It was over before it had even begun.

Killian sat down in front of his computer, he wanted to talk to Emma. She was the first person he thought about when faced with what he was going to do once he left that elevator. He needed to come clean to Emma, tell her who he was. But he knew that once he did that, it was all over. She would never speak to him again. But maybe, maybe if she got to know the real him, the real Killian Jones, maybe he wouldn’t lose her.

JR10: Tonight, I got in the elevator, something I do every day. Three hours later I got out of the elevator and Smee and I moved out of my shared apartment. It was like the smoke had cleared and everything just made sense to me. It’s a long story, full of all those little details we don’t share about ourselves, maybe one day we will.

~*~

Emma stared at the screen in front of her. He had been living with someone. She couldn’t be angry; she had been doing the same. She understood how he was feeling though, the smoke clearing. It was exactly how she felt with August. Like the world just opened to her and suddenly she got tired of playing the game. She just wanted to be happy and clearly she hadn’t been.

Lonelygirl: Change is a funny thing isn’t it? It’s like dominoes. One little thing changes and suddenly there is this chain reaction and when you look up everything around you has changed. Six months ago, when I met you online, I knew exactly who I was, what my life was going to look like, and where I would be for the rest of my life. Now I know nothing. My store closed this week. I haven’t told you I owned a store, but I did. It was a beautiful little bookstore that my mother had when she was alive. And maybe I held onto it so fiercely because it was my way of keeping her alive, but either way, it closed and I’m heartbroken. It’s like my mother has died all over again and there’s nothing anyone can do to make it right.

Emma walked down the street, looking up to see the Jones Books logo staring down at her, mocking her. She bit her lip and walked up to the door, yanking it open forcefully as if somehow her strength was going to topple the entire building to the ground.

She marveled at the size of the inside, stairs leading to a second and third floor, lights hanging in every corner, large comfortable chairs full of patrons sitting together, reading books. The place was full, she’d never seen so many people in a such a large space before. The registers were full of customers purchasing armfuls of books. She climbed the stairs slowly, stopping when she saw the children’s section.

It was a marvel, bright, colorful, with stuffed animals lying around for children to play with. She sat down on a large bean bag, tears falling softly down her face.

“Do you have the shoe books?” A woman asked one of the employees standing a few feet away from her.

“Shoe books? Who’s the author?” Emma rolled her eyes.

“I don’t know the author, my friend just told me that I need to find the shoe books.”

“Neal Streatfeild. The author is Neal Streatfeild, he wrote all the shoe books.” She announced to the pair as the tears started to come faster. “I’d start with skating shoes, though ballet shoes are just as beautiful.” She said with a snort, looking up to see them staring at her with a tentative look of concern. She wiped her nose with her sleeve and stood up, quickly exiting the building.

~*~

Killian stared at his computer. Sadness overtaking him at her words. He really was the bad guy.

“Cora and I are over.” Killian looked up at his dad.

“So soon, you just got engaged.”

“She was dating the nanny.”

He burst into laughter. “Well, that makes up for you leaving Kristen for the nanny.”

“No, Kristen was the nanny, I was with Kelly at the time.”

“Ah, so many, I lose track.”

Killian turned his attention back to his computer.

JR10: I’m so sorry about your store. I don’t know what else to say that doesn’t sound trite and inconsiderate. I hope that you will be alright.

He sent the message, but he felt sick inside.

“How’s the store? Business must be booming, and I heard that the children’s book lady finally closed.” His father poured himself a drink. “You met her; do you think she would date me?”

His father handed him a glass and Killian sighed. “On to the next, I guess.” He said with a shrug.

“Father and son, back together again.”

Killian could hardly believe that as much as he tried to not be like his father, here he was living on his boat, parked on the slip right next to where his father was currently hiding out in his. Father and son, indeed.

The next few days he went in search of a new apartment, checked in with Belle at the store, and waited anxiously for a reply from Lonelygirl. When he had heard no response from her after a week, he decided to reach out again.

JR10: Why haven’t you written back? Are you alright?

When Emma didn’t reply, he walked to the store, checking in to make sure that everything was going as expected for the new store. Business had taken off in the past week, Belle had made a very important hire, bringing in Will Scarlett from The Golden Swan to run the children’s book section.

After Killian had observed Emma in his store, listened as his employee was unable to assist a customer, he challenged Belle with the task of bringing in the best department head she could find for the children’s section. Will may not have seemed like the best option for customer services with his dry wit, his sour attitude, or his arrogant behavior, but when it came to children, the man turned into a new person. He told stories, acted out the parts, played the different voices, and children flocked to him. He was a rare find in their world.

When he returned home later that evening, he found a new message from Emma.

Lonelygirl: I’m sick. I can’t stop sneezing, my ears are clogged, my nose is blocked. I feel terrible. I haven’t left my bed in days. The worst part is that all I can do now is sit here and think about my life. Who am I kidding? What life? What am I going to do now?

Killian groaned, if he felt worse before he felt terrible now. He had ruined this woman’s life. And now here she was feeling like she had no future. He caused that. She was a bright woman with a bright future, and he needed her to know that too.

He jumped up from his chair, rushing out the door.

Ten minutes later he was standing in front of the brick apartment, staring up at the windows above him. This was a risk, but he needed to take it.

~*~

Emma lay in bed, sneezing for yet the fifteenth time that hour. She felt terrible. She closed her eyes, trying to find sleep when the buzzing forced her eyes open. “Oh God, not now.” She groaned, pulling herself up from her bed and stumbling through the apartment. The sound buzzed again, and she put her hands to her ears. “Please stop doing that.” She moaned. Pressing the button to the intercom.

“Go away.” She yelled into the box.

“Hi, Hello. This is Killian Jones.”

Emma stood back from the door like it shocked her. What the hell was he doing at her apartment?

“Go away.” She repeated. She had no idea what that asshole was doing at her apartment but whatever it was, it wasn’t a concern of hers.

“Can I come up?”

“No that’s a terrible idea. I’m sick, I haven’t been sleeping, I might be contagious so I would really appreciate it if you…”

There was a loud knock on the door she was currently leaning against. She jumped at the sound. “Hello?”

Emma stood back from the door. Killian Jones was standing outside her apartment. She looked around the room, scattered used tissue paper littering every surface, blankets draping the floor and chairs. She ran around the room, gathering items in her arms, tossing garbage away as fast as she could.

“Emma?” She heard his voice on the other side of the door. She looked down at the pajamas she was in and looked around anxiously for anything to cover herself up with. Reaching for the closest item she could find she wrapped the long coat around her and tightened the belt before reaching for the door.

Opening the door, she came face to face with her worst enemy, holding a bundle of flowers. “Why are you here?”

“I heard you were sick, I wanted to check on you.”

Emma stared at him, open mouthed. This was a new development, she didn’t think empathy was a trait of his. “You put me out of business. Are you here to gloat or offer me a job?”

“I wouldn’t think of it.” He announced, stepping into her apartment, and slipping past her into her living room.

“Hey!” She said, spinning around and following him. “I’ll have you know, I already got offered a job by your girlfriend.”

“Ex-girlfriend actually.” He offered and Emma narrowed her eyes in his direction.

“Oh, what happened?”

“We broke up.”

“Oh, that’s terrible you two seemed perfect for each other.” She slapped her hand over her mouth. She did it again. Said something really awful just to hurt someone. That wasn’t who she was. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I said that it was really mean. I’m not like that, but every time I’m around you…”

“I know, the words just fly out of your mouth.” He offered with a laugh.

“Yes actually, but I’m sorry. Thank you for coming. But I think you should leave.” She opened the door and tapped her foot.

“I brought you flowers.” He said instead of walking out the opened door. He held them toward her, a beautiful array of snowbells. “Do you have a vase?” He turned and walked back through her house, wandering off toward the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” She argued, chasing him through the house.

“They need water, you should sit down, you’re sick.” Emma stared at him dumbfounded. What the hell was this man doing here? She sat down lazily onto her couch, staring toward the kitchen to see if she could see the man who was currently invading her life. He stuck his head out of the kitchen doorway, “Did you know that Will came to work for me? He’s a great kid. He’s the one who told me you were feeling sick. Did you know he has a PHD in children’s literature?”

Emma nodded absentmindedly and mumbled to herself. “Of course, I knew that.”

He returned to the room with the flowers and Emma smiled at the large bouquet of beautiful buds that almost lit up the room. “When did you break up?”

“What?”

“With your girlfriend, when did you break up?”

He put the flowers down, quietly speaking. “A couple of weeks ago.”

“Everyone is breaking up recently. This other person I know broke up with his girlfriend in an elevator. Or outside one or near it, something. It was stuck. And then everything was clear.” She said, her mind hazy. “When I saw you that night, at the restaurant, he’s the one I was waiting for and I was…”

“Enchanting.” He said almost reverently which caused Emma to snort.

“I was not enchanting, I was mean, you said it yourself.”

“Well, you looked enchanting” He said, before turning back to the kitchen and rummaging through her cabinets. “Tea?”

Emma nodded, “Top cabinet on the left.” She mumbled, blowing her nose into the tissue in her lap.

“Well, I was upset that night. And I was really rude.”

“I was the rude one, love.” He replied, handing her a cup.

“Yes, but I have no excuse.” She grabbed the flowers, the tea, and her blanket and walked toward her bedroom.

He followed her, “Whereas I am a horrible human being and thus have no excuse but to be rude. Correct?”

“No that’s not what I meant.” She said before sneezing violently. “I’m done being a mean person, even to you.” She crawled into her bed.

“But I put you out of business. You’re allowed to hate me.”

“I don’t hate you.” She sighed.

“But you’ll never forgive me.” He added with an almost sincere expression on his face, to the point that Emma almost believed that he felt sorry for ruining her life. She knew that was ridiculous because Killian Jones was a ruthless businessman, he wasn’t sorry for doing his job.

“You don’t care if you get my forgiveness or not.”

“It wasn’t personal.” He said softly.

“It was business.” She laughed. “What does that even mean? I’m so sick of it. All it means is that it wasn’t personal to you, but it was personal to me. What’s wrong with personal?”

“Nothing.” He added seriously.

“Exactly, if anything, it should at least start as being personal.” Emma shook her head, “My head is fuzzy, I need to go to bed.” She crawled into her blankets. “Why are you here again?”

“I thought maybe we could be friends.”

“You are crazy.” She laughed.

“I know, I guess it was too much to expect. Can I ask you something?”

“Well, you’re here aren’t you.”

“What happened with that guy from the Café?”

Emma’s shoulders sagged. “Nothing.”

“But you’re crazy about him?” He asked, a look of hope in his eyes she didn’t understand.

“I am.”

“Then why don’t you run off with him? Start a new life with this lucky man.”

Emma frowned. She knew she was about to sound completely stupid. “I don’t actually know him.” He smiled at her, and Emma was waiting for the retort. “We met…” Don’t tell him Emma. “You are going to think this is ridiculous.”

“You met him online.”

Her eyes widened. “Yes.”

He pulled the blankets up to her chest, a move that suddenly felt very personal and warm. “Well, I’m happy for you both. But I think maybe you should meet him, love.”

She laughed nervously, “I don’t think I need to take advice from someone who…”

His hand slipped against her lips, and they immediately tingled from his touch. “I’ll save you from saying something else you’ll regret.” His thumb grazed her bottom lip as he pulled it away. “Get better, Emma.”

She stared at him dumbfounded. “Uh huh.”

He smiled, his blue eyes shining down at her and causing her stomach to make unexpected flips. What was happening to her? It must be the medication.

“Goodbye.”

“Goodbye.” She repeated as she watched him retreat from her apartment and shut the door.

~*~

Killian couldn’t stop thinking about Emma as the days went by. He had almost given up hope that his words to her at her apartment had fallen on deaf ears when he got the message two days later.

Lonelygirl: I’ve been thinking a lot lately, and I think maybe we should meet.

He smiled. Now he just needed to work on his relationship with her. Get her to know the real Killian Jones before he told her he was JR10.

JR10: Of course, we will meet, but right now I’m in the middle of a project that needs…tweaking.”

It’s showtime.

He left the house ten minutes early, taking the route that would get him to Starbucks. He stood in line, keeping his distance from the blonde woman at the front of the line. When she turned to face him, his mouth dropped in fake surprise.

“Emma?”

Emma stopped, “Killian?”

“How funny running into you here. Do you come here often?”

“Just every morning.” She laughed. “What are you doing here?”

“Weird, I come here every day too. Funny how we’ve never run into each other before. You look like you’re feeling better.”

She smiled. “Yes, much, thank you. Well, I should…”

He nodded, “Yes of course, nice seeing you.”

He ordered his drink and walked slowly past the table she was sitting at. Looking around he mumbled to himself. “It’s always so busy in here. Nowhere to sit.” Looking down he made eye contact with Emma and she sighed.

“Do you want to sit down?”

“Yes, thank you. How have you been?”

“Great.” She said shortly. “I’ve started writing a book.”

“That’s wonderful news. How’s that fellow of yours? Have you met him yet?”

She looked down at her newspaper. “No.”

“No? What’s stopping you?”

She exhaled loudly. “He said he’s working on a project that needs tweaking.”

“Tweaking? What does that even mean?” He paused. “I bet he’s married.”

Her mouth dropped. “No, that’s not possible.”

“Have you asked him?”

“Of course not, how do you just ask someone if they’re married?”

“Pretty sure you say, are you married?” He laughed.

When he got home that evening, he found a message from Emma that made him smile.

Lonelygirl: I’ve been meaning to ask, are you married?

JR10: How could you ask me that? I thought we knew each other better than that. Wait, are your friends telling you that I’m probably married?”

That evening, after conveniently running into Emma at her favorite diner, he casually brought up her internet friend.

“So, he didn’t answer the question?”

Emma paused and then put her hand to her mouth. “I guess he didn’t, did he?”

“Maybe he’s fat.”

“Killian!” She exclaimed. “I don’t care about that.”

“You don’t care that maybe he’s horribly disfigured or walks with a limp. Maybe he spits when he talks.”

“I highly doubt that.” She snorted.

“Why else would he be taking so long to meet you? Maybe he’s…” He opened his mouth and then closed it.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Killian, what?”

“What if he’s waiting until he gets out of prison.”

“Oh stop. Will already thought he was a murderer.”

“What’s his username?”

“I’m not going to tell you his username.”

“It might help tell who he is.”

“Fine, JR10.”

“What kind of a name is that?” He huffed.

“Maybe it’s his initials.” She offered.

“Or how many tons he weighs. Just Round 10 tons.” He teased and she burst into laughter. “Or how old he is! Maybe you found a technological genius who is 10 years old.”

“Could be an address or a location…” She laughed. “No that would be stupid.” Killian tried not to choke on his coffee. “Either way, it doesn’t matter. I mean besides being married or in prison, the only other deal breaker is the boat thing.”

“Boat thing?” He inquired.

“I could never be with a man who has a boat.” She said simply.

“I have a boat.” He said, his tone serious. “So that settles it.” She looked at him with confusion. “We’ll never be together.” He met her gaze, not breaking the contact.

“So, what is the book about?” He asked, changing the subject.

“It’s a children’s book, I know this editor from the store who wants to read it as soon as I’m done writing it. You know, JR10, he was the one who really made me think about writing.”

“You mean Mister 10 felonies committed before age 24?” he teased.

“More like Mister 10 ways into my soul.” She said almost lovingly, and he felt the desire to reach across the table and kiss her. “It’s weird how much we’ve been running into each other lately.”

“Wanna run into each other say, tomorrow, round lunch time?”

“Sounds great.” She said with a genuine smile.

Killian thought about Emma his entire walk home. The way her hair glowed bright with the sun shining on her, or how her eyes were the perfect shade of green. It was becoming harder to fight the urge to kiss her each time he saw here. He needed to tell her who he was, soon.

JR10: How about meeting me tomorrow? 4pm. The park on 88th. Where the flowers bloom in the garden and the path curves. You’ll find me there.

~*~

Emma stared at her computer. She was finally going to meet him. A part of her was excited, the other part of her was feeling something else that she couldn’t put her finger on. She’d been focused so much on meeting this man but between those moments she had formed something of a friendship with Killian Jones. It was a friendship that somehow she had learned to value.

He had offered her advice on her book, some to talk to about JR10, and in the times when they were together, a companionship that she had been missing. It was like he understood her better than anyone she had ever known before.

They were meeting for hot dogs for lunch, she was happy for the distraction from her nerves of meeting JR10later that evening. Killian would know the right thing to say to her to calm her down and prepare her for this meeting.

“Today?”

“I know right? This afternoon.”

“That’s very exciting, I bet he’s the clock maker on 82nd. You’ll never need to have your clock fixed again.”

“Stop. That guys like a hundred years old.”

His mouth grew wide. “That’s it, he’s 10 centuries old.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “You’re ridiculous.” She bit into her hot dog, ignoring the way he was watching her. Lately he had been looking at her with a feeling that was almost akin to want. Which was ridiculous but also gave her butterflies for some reason.

“He was smart. He waited until you were certain there was no other man in your life that you could love.” She glanced at him and nodded but then he set his hot dog down and stared at her, his blue eyes glistening in the sunlight. “Sometimes I wonder…”

“What?” She asked anxiously, feeling like whatever he was about to say was important.

“If I wasn’t Jones Books, and you weren’t The Golden Swan, and we met…”

“Don’t do that.” She interrupted.

“I would have asked for your number, and I wouldn’t have waited until I got home to call you. I would have asked you out for drinks, dinner, and your every desire, for as long as we both shall live.”

“Killian.” She warned.

“And then we wouldn’t have gone to war, and I wouldn’t have put you out of business.”

“Killian, please don’t.” Her heart was pounding in her chest.

“Can I ask you something?”

“I need to go.” She couldn’t be standing here listening to Killian saying these words to her, not now, not when she was finally getting to meet the man of her dreams.

“How come you can forgive him for standing you up, but you can’t forgive me for this tiny little thing of putting you out of business.” He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Oh, how I wish you would.”

“I need to go.”

“You don’t want to be late.”

She turned away from him quickly, practically running down the sidewalk to put space between them. She needed to stop herself from turning around and kissing him.

Fleeing the scene, she returned to her home to prepare for her date with JR10, ignoring the sinking feeling in her stomach.

Stepping out onto her sidewalk, she practically skipped to the park, she was about to meet the man of her dreams, the man who knew her better than she knew herself. Her soulmate.

She arrived early, taking her time to wander through the park, admiring the flowers, trying to embrace the nervous feelings currently building in her stomach. She stood on the path, where the curve bent around the park, adjusting her dress nervously.

“Smee.” She turned quickly, looking in the direction of the voice. A dog came bounding toward her, his leash dragging behind the pup. She bent down to pet the runaway dog when he came into view. She knew it, it was the only thing that made sense. It had to be him. He was her soulmate.

She stood up as he approached her, tears slipping from her eyes. Before she could react, he wrapped his arms around her, and she melted into his chest. “Don’t cry lonelygirl.”

She looked up into his eyes. “I wanted it to be you. I wanted it so badly.” He smiled and her heart melted as his lips touched hers.

Two lonely souls, Emma and Killian, had found love in the middle of a war over books.

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The Arrangment

Part 3

Summery: You are a young girl that was raised in a small church in Dallas, TX. One of the only churches left in the state that still practices arranged marriages. When your betrothed ran off to California you thought you'd escape the fate you were trained for ever since a small child. Now upon the death your parents your fate seemed to be inescapable as he's returned, and is ready to take you as his bride.

Book Warnings: Arranged marriage, loss of virginity, smut, unprotected sex, angst, language, suicide attempt, battles with anxiety, struggles with mental illness, age gap (about 11 years), I think that’s it, chapters will have warnings of their own!

Chapter Warnings: Grief, Arranged Marriage, Insecure reader, Angest, Languge I’m sure in there somewhere, because it’s me. I think that’s it. 

Word Count: 3697

A/N: This book is a book about Christian and church based arranged marriages, I would like to take this moment to say that I DO NOT have ANYTHING against the Chirstian faith, and mean absolutely no harm to anyone! Especially Jensen’s family! This is a complete work of fiction, and should be treated as such!

Beta’d by the amazing @deanwanddamons who was awesome enough to do all this for me! It was a lot of work, and she deserves all the praise for it!!

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

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Standing with your hands on either side of the sink in the women's bathroom of the church you'd grown up in, you look into the mirror and barely recognize the person staring back at you. 

Your hair was in the same messy bun that it'd been in when you got dressed to head over, and pack the last of your parent's belongings this morning. You still had on the same black thinly strapped undershirt and a flannel shirt draped over your shoulders, along with the same black leggings and converse.

On the small bench in the corner of the room sat a bag with a new pair of shoes, and hanging just above that on a hook was a very pretty sundress that your pastor's wife had so graciously bought for you for this occasion. 

It was all white with a little lace around the top of the dress and around the straps. It looked old, almost vintage, even though you could clearly see the tags hanging on it, indicating you were the first owner of the dress.

You liked vintage looking things. It was something about the look of old things that felt homely to you, even though that probably made no sense to anyone else. You were grateful that she had purchased you the dress, because you honestly had nothing. You  weren't ready for this. 

Normally, the wife's parents were the ones that got you ready for things like this. Well, yours were no longer here, so that left you with no one. You were an only child, you had no siblings, no one to help you.

A knock on the door shook you from your thoughts, and you quickly wiped the tears from your face. "Come in." you said, barely recognizing your own voice.

Your best friend from your childhood, Jessica,  stuck her head in the door, and you couldn't help the sigh of relief that left you at the sight of her. She rushed into the room, pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

"I'm so sorry this has to happen right now,Y/N." she said, pulling away and looking you over. 

"S'okay." you said, turning to look at the dress that was hanging there waiting for you. "Who called you and told you?"

"Sister Burton. She said it would probably be nice to have a friend help you get ready, and stand in the place of your parents today."

"I'm glad you're here." you told her. She gave you a knowing smile. 

"Well let's get you ready! You don't want to leave Jensen waiting!" she said, walking over to the dress that was hanging there waiting for you.

You pulled your clothes off mindlessly, the nerves starting to take hold of you again. With shaking hands, you pulled the dress from Jessica's hand, pulling it over your head. It fit you well and looked good on you, even though it was more revealing than you were used to wearing.

The straps were thin, the neckline that was lined with lace dropped low, showing a little more cleavage than you were comfortable with, and it hugged your curves well, stopping just above your knees. It's cream, white color making your skin tone stand out a little more than it normally would, making you look a little darker than you really were.

"It looks great on you,Y/N." Jessica says. You stood there looking in the mirror. You were a little paler in the face than you'd like to be, and you knew that you had to get control of your emotions before you walked out there to be given away to Jensen. 

Before you became his.

"Let's get that hair in order." Jessica laughed, as you made a face at your reflection in the mirror. 

"It's a little too revealing." you say, the tone in your voice making her laugh. 

"No it's not. You look great!" she said, pulling a brush through your hair as you reapplied your makeup. 

You decided to just go with a light natural tone makeup as you were not really feeling pretty at the moment, even though the dress was pretty and expensive, and your hair was looking more like it had been brushed today.

Jessica had done an amazing job putting a loose curl in your hair, leaving it completely down, hanging loosely down your back.

You both pretty much worked in silence until you were done. Your nerves kept you from really feeling like talking. 

"All done!" Jessica said, smiling at you in the mirror over your shoulder. "You're going to knock him on his ass girl."

You giggled at her little use of profanity. Jessica wasn't one of the girls that had been chosen for the arranged marriages, she came and went as she pleased. They all knew even though she was considered a little more worldly than they would have liked, that the two of you had been close since you were a very young age.

"Have you seen him yet? Did you see him when you came in? They said he was already here?" you asked, not liking how small your voice was. 

Why was this so hard? This is what you had been raised for. This is what everyone had told you was the will of God. That God had brought Jensen back to you just when you needed him most. Another sign that this was God's will. 

Still, you couldn't help how your hands trembled, and your stomach did flips at the thought of marrying the man that was sitting in the sanctuary with his family right now. 

Waiting for you.

"No I haven't. They have the doors closed to the sanctuary. I think his family is here." she said, sitting down on the counter looking at you in earnest now.

"What if he doesn't like me Jessica? I'm not a supermodel, or an actor, or even really that pretty. I'm sure I'm nothing compared to the woman that he's spent the last 10 years of his life with. He's seen so much, and I've seen so little. What if he wants to give me back? What if he doesn't want to stay married to someone who looks like me?"

She put her hand up stopping you in your tracks. 

"Firstly Y/N, that woman he was married to cheated on him with his best friend. It was all over everything when it happened. I doubt he wants you to be anything like her. Second, you are just as beautiful as her. Hell even more so. She was a skinny, dried up, overly botoxed bitch. Thirdly, he wouldn't be here if he hadn't given this a lot of thought. He doesn't want that crap from Hollywood. He wants you. He doesn't expect you to know all the mess that he knows, and he is fully aware of what he's getting. You know just as well as I do that there is no out on these marriages. When they say forever, they mean it."

"That's another thing that scares me. What if he hates me, and we're stuck together forever, or what if he's this evil person who only wants to use me for sex? Oh God...."

Jumping down off the counter she laughs and shakes you hard. 

"Y/N, chill! He's not a freak, he's going to fall head over hills for you, you'll see, and as far as the sex... Well if my old man looked like what's waiting for you in that sanctuary, I wouldn't exactly be complaining.” she laughed.

"I haven't seen him since he left the church the last time. I don't even know what he looks like." you confessed to her.

"Well you're in for a pleasant surprise, because the man is hot!"

"Oh come on! You're not going to show me a picture of him at least!" you yell at her. She throws her head back and laughs at you as she checks her own makeup in the mirror. 

"Nope. I wanna see the look on your face when you get a look at that ass." she said, smirking at you. There was one other thing you were worried about. 

You'd never had sex with anyone before.

You were about to retaliate her little remark about his butt, when a knock on the door intruded into the conversation.

"Ladies are you ready?" Sister Burton said, opening the door just a crack, and looking in before entering. 

"As I guess I'll ever be." you told her, taking a deep breath and sliding the shoes onto your feet before standing.

"He's waiting for you." she said, leading you and Jessica to the sanctuary doors. She pulled you close and linked her arm around you as the two of you walked. 

"You promise to call me as soon as you guys decide to get out of the bed." she said, in a giggling whisper.

"Dude shut up, I'm nervous enough about that as it is." you whisper back to her, praying Sister Burton who was just a few feet away, couldn't hear your conversation as you all stopped outside the door.

"You will be fine. Everything is going to be okay, you'll see, trust me. Everyone is always talking all over the internet about how great  a guy he is. I'm sure he will take good care of you." she said, pulling you into a tight hug. Sister Burton waited politely for you two to say goodbye privately.

Letting go of your best friend was the third hardest thing you'd done this week, but you let her go, and she took her place behind you. Waiting for the doors to open so that you could see him for the first time.

These weddings were usually traditional, but your case was special. Jensen had been married before, and your parents were gone. Also, it was very last minute, so there were no decorations, no pretty flowers, no church full of family and friends. Just beyond those doors you knew where just your soon to be husband and in-laws.

There would be no cake, no reception, no first dance, no daddy daughter dance you'd always dreamed of.

Just yourself, and your new ‘family’.

Shaking off all that, you looked at Sister Burton and nodded your head, letting her know you were ready. She nodded quietly back at you, giving you an encouraging smile.

Stepping forward she pulled the doors open in front of you, and stepped back quickly behind them. The faint talking you could hear in the sanctuary came to an abrupt halt, and silence filled the air, as everyone held their breaths.

Jensen's family had been situated off to the side. 

Pastor Burton was standing on the floor in front of the pulpit shuffling through his bible, getting ready to perform the ceremony. 

Jessica was behind you with her hand on your shoulder to let you know she was still there with you. 

Sis. Burton made her way down the right side of the church, opposite where Jensen's family was seated.

You saw none of that though. 

All you could see was him. 

His beautiful olive green eyes staring into yours. A softness there you hadn't expected as his eyes searched your own. His perfectly combed hair. His perfectly trimmed light beard. Not thick and overgrown, but groomed perfectly to fit his strong jaw and breathtaking features.

The black suit and shirt hugged him perfectly. You could see some muscle defined even under the layers. His broad shoulders and chest took a deep heave as he sucked in a breath through his perfect plump pink lips.

Freckles lightly dusted over his beautiful skin. The man was absolutely gorgeous. Completely breathtaking.

"Y/N, come on hun he's waiting on you." Jessica whispered behind you and you realized that your legs had forgotten how to move, and you were just standing there staring at this man who was about to become your husband.

Forcing your feet to move, you started making your way down the row of pews toward him. He visibly breathed a sigh of relief when you started to make your way down to him. His beautiful eyes never leave yours. He looked almost as anxious as you felt. 

It would be easy to get lost in eyes like those.

The walk down the isle seemed too short, and before you knew it you were standing before him. 

He was taller than you remember. Though last time you'd seen him he definitely didn't look like that!

A small smile pulled at the corners of his mouth as he reached and gently took your hand in his, taking one step and closing the distance between you. Leaving only a small amount of space between your two bodies.

You could literally feel the heat coming from him. The smell of his cologne surrounded  you. It was more comforting than you wanted to admit.

His hand on yours felt like it was sending an electric current through your arm, landing somewhere in your stomach. Your heart fluttered  in your chest, and you have to keep reminding yourself how to breathe.

This wasn't normal, you shouldn't be feeling this. You don't know this man. Have you finally lost your mind? Too much stress taking its toll and you're not feeling what you think you're feeling?

His thumb started running little circles over the back of your hand in a way that was intended to be comforting. His eyes still searching yours. Time seemed to have momentarily stopped for you as you stared at each other.

Pastor Burton finally broke the connection that had inevitably developed between the two of you. Like a rope that was binding around you. Pulling you both closer to each other. Connecting your very souls.

Both of you looked over to him as he started.

"Dearly Beloved, we are assembled here in the presence of God, to join Y/n Y/L/N, and Jensen Ross Ackles, in holy marriage; which is instituted of God, regulated by His commandments, blessed by our Lord Jesus Christ, and behold in honor among all men. Let us therefore reverently remember that God has established, and sanctified marriage, for the welfare and happiness of mankind. Our Savior has declared that a man shall leave his father and his mother and cleave to his wife."

Jensen turned his attention back to you as Pastor Burton continued with the ceremony that you'd heard done so many times before, and pulled your other hand into his, giving it a small squeeze when he noticed how you were beginning to tremble. Even though you didn't know why you were shaking so much.

Your emotions were running at an all time high, and it was taking everything in you not to start bawling like a frightened child right there in front of everyone. The weight of everything, these huge life changing events that had happened to you this week crashing down on you as Pastor Burton began to speak. His words rang through your very soul. You wonder  if they were having the same effect on Jensen, or if they were having any effect at all.

"By His apostles, He has instructed those who enter into this relation to cherish a mutual esteem and love; to bear with each other's infirmities and weaknesses; and to comfort each other in sickness, trouble, and sorrow; in honesty and industry to provide for each other, and for their household, in temporal things; to pray for and encourage each other in things which pertain to God; and to live together as the heirs of the grace of life."

As he  closed the small black book that he was reading from, you hadn't noticed the silent tears that had started to fall until Jensen reached up and gently brushed them away, his own eyes swimming with emotions you didn't know him well enough to decipher.

"Jensen Ross Ackles, do you take Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part, according to God's holy law, in the presence of God who ordained this marriage."

"I do."  His voice was loud and clearly rang through the sanctuary. Your heart was beating fast in your throat. You hoped that you could make your voice work.

"Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n, do you take Jensen Ross Ackles, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part, according to God's holy law, in the presence of God who ordained this marriage."

Taking a deep breath and swallowing quickly to clear the lump that had formed in your throat. Your voice was trembling in earnest now. "I do."

Your own voice was a weak comparison to his. Though, if you were being honest, you were surprised you'd even got a sound to come out. Your emotions were so high right in that moment. Looking into his beautiful olive green eyes, you found it hard to concentrate.

"By the power vested in me by the Law and authority of God, and the state of Texas I now pronounce you Man and Wife. Jensen you may kiss your bride."

Jensen firmly placed his strong arm around you, pulling you flush against his broad chest, and putting a finger underneath your chin he coaxed you to look up at him. Your eyes meet his, feeling like he was looking directly into you; like there was nothing hidden and he could see everything, like you were in that moment bare before him.

Deliberately he lowered his lips to yours, brushing them over yours lightly in a sweet and gentle kiss.

You couldn't ignore how your heart stopped beating as soon as his lips touched yours, or how you wanted to melt into him, and just stay there forever. How his arms around you made you, in that moment, feel safer than you have since you got the dreadful phone call from the hospital notifying you of your parents passing.

All too quickly though he pulled away, although he still held you close to him with one arm, both of you turning to face the pastor as Jensen's family and Jessica excited the sanctuary. 

This was it. 

You belonged to him now. 

Pastor Burton handed Jensen a pen, and he quickly signed the papers that were on the table in front of you, then turning, he handed the pen to you.

Looking down you noticed that all the witnesses had already signed the paperwork. You quickly signed your name in the required places, and then returned the pen to the pastor who was watching you closely.

"Y/n, we've taken the overnight bag that you'd packed today and placed it in Jensen's car." he said, looking at you like a father would look at his children before he charged them with something he was afraid that they wouldn't be able to do.

"You both know how this goes. You belong to him now. Your body is not your own, it's his by the law of God. You know what's expected of you both. This marriage needs to be consummated tonight. Don't wait. Don't deny your husband." he said to you. You fought against the embarrassment that creeped up in your gut. 

You knew all these things. Why did he have to say all this in front of Jensen like you where just some sex object for Jensen's use, having no feelings of your own?

"Jensen congratulations." he said, shaking your now husband's hand. Jensen said nothing. Looking at Pastor Burton he shook his hand silently.

The pastor walked off, taking his leave to meet his wife at the back of the church in the office to no doubt go to file all the paperwork necessary to take to the courthouse for you both like he promised to do. Jensen stood there for a moment, gathering up your marriage license in his hand and turned his attention back to you.

Lacing your fingers in his own he pulled you toward the doors of the sanctuary. Not saying a word, he kept a firm grip on your hand as he went.

Your heart was pounding in your ears. Fear and anticipation of what was to come. Burton's words ringing loud in your ears now. "You belong to him now, your body is not your own."

Jensen opened the door for you, and led you out to a sleek black car that was waiting under the hang of the church. He opened the passenger door for you, and waited until you were fully seated before closing it and walking around to take his place in the driver's seat.

Once the door was closed, and the car's engine started he looked at you. His eyes and expression are softer than you thought they were going to be. He was surprisingly calm. Not in a rush to get you to the nearest bed like you thought he would be. The rain was pouring down just outside the hang of the church, the sound echoing loudly through the car. Reaching over he took your hand once again in his.

"Let's get out of here." he said. Leaning over, he brushed his lips against yours again. 

It was a simple quick peck, but you couldn't deny even that simple action left a warm feeling deep in the center of your chest. His hand squeezed  yours and his thumb ran comforting circles around the top of your hand as he put the car in drive and pulled it out into the pouring rain onto the main highway.

Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad. Maybe they were right and he was sent by God to save you after all, because right now, you couldn't deny that this was the first time that you didn't feel alone all week.

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Chromeskull x Ghostface!Reader- “Playing with the bad boys“

CHAPTER 1: Looks can be deceiving

CHAPTER 2: One cut of information (You are here)

A smile was on your face as you exited work, finally, it was weekend, your free weekend and you couldn't wait to get home. You just parked into the driveway of your apartment complex, walking upstairs to the third floor and opened the door to your apartment, getting inside and letting your bag fall on the floor, too lazy to put it on its place. You stretched your arms above your head, your muscles sore from sitting down on a chair into an office 8 hours.

You really needed some workout; a smirk plastering on your face at the thought of it, your steps moving towards the closet where your killing gear was. Yes, tonight would be just perfect.

You had tracked down two girls that lived together, they were probably from the local college, the usual dumb bimbos who begged their daddy dearest for money, so they could buy more drugs or use the money for cheap botox. It was still earlier, so you made yourself some fast dinner, before going hunting.

Later 11:25 AM....

It was a suburban neighboorhood, the kind where nothing interesting happened, a good reason for why you choosed it for your next game. The two girls lived in a two story modern home, the other neighboors were either away because of the weekend, probably on vacation or a trip, alas, you liked when none was around. You weren't fond of witnesses, only when they find the dead bodies. That was always the fun part, imagining the people finding the dead bodies, all mutilated and guts falling out.

The two girls were, Angelina and Fionna, you remembered seeing them at the coffee shop, talking about the Ghostface murderers and how they could beat him, that they aren't scared of a weirdo in a costume. You raised an eyebrow at that statement.

Oh, really? Let's see when they feel it on their own skin.

You were hiding in the shadows, behind trees and bushes, a perfect view of the kitchen and the girls. That's a reason you loved modern homes, nowdays they used more wall glasses, giving no privacy, meaning anyone could see what they were doing if they so desired.

In one hand you were grasping the mobile phone, while the other one had the hunting knife, the grip on the handle of the blade getting tight, imagining how you could end their lifes; maybe pull their eyeballs out? Or hanging them from the tree with their intestines out?

Hey, a girl needs a hobby.

It was time; you dialed the number of Fionnas phone, waiting for her to answer, your eyes always on them.

Into the house...

Angelica and Fionna were ready for a movie marathon, preparing popcorn and getting the sodas out of the fridge.

"I can't believe she colored her hair red, she looks like the nose of a clown." Angelica said, looking over her manicured nails.

"Ughh....You tell me. She's like so overrated." Fionna said, rolling her eyes, then her phone ringed, the called been unknown.

"It's probably Tony, he sometime calls me with unknown number just so he can hear my voice." Fionna said with an arrogant smirk, answering the phone.

"Hello. Who's there?" she asked, putting the cans of soda on the kitchen counter.

"I don't know. Who's this?" the raspy manly voice spoke.

"Look Tony. If you wanna jerk off to my voice at least record it, will ya?"

"This is no Tony." the stranger on the other line answered, making Fionna furrow her eyebrows.

"I got to take more ice from the freezer in the garage and stop talking with that weirdo." Angelica said, a disgusted look on her face as she went out, leaving Fionna in the kitchen.

"Look. I am busy. I have to go." Fionna said, her voice wasn't so confident anymore, then she hung up. The nerve of that bitch. You will take care of Fionna later. Right now, Angelica was into the garage and the oportunity was too good.

With stealthy moves, you went over there, and you couldn't believe how easy this was. She had her back turned to you, earbuds in, listening to music. Gripping the knife tightly you stabbed her right between her shoulderblades, making her gasp and tremble, the blood pouring out as you took the knife from her flesh.

She turned around, her eyeballs big and full of fear. Another stab, right into her stomach, your hand dragging the blade up until it reached her chest, then you pulled out, blood dripping on the cement ground of the garage, her body falling on the cold ground, shaking a little as she gave her last breath.

You took your phone out and dialed Fionnas number. One down, one more to go.

Fionna was on the couch, the movie had started and she was waiting for Angelica, when her phone was ringing. She looked up and saw it was Angelica.

"What happened? Got your head stuck into the freezer?" she asked in a sassy tone.

"Something like that." the raspy voice spoke, making Fionna stand up fast, the bowl of popcorn falling on the floor.

"Who's this? What did you do to Angelica?" she asked, her breathing picking up as she went into the kitchen.

"So many questions at the time. The important question is...Will you make it to the sequel?" the voice taunted, Fionna whimpered as she slumped down against the kitchen counter.

"Hey, hey! Stop whining like a little bitch. With that attitude you won't make it past half the movie."

"T-This isn't funny." she said in a shaky voice, the deep voice chuckling.

"Of course is not. It's a horror movie, altough I find myself laughing at guts spilling."

"W-What do you want?"

"To see what your insides look like. I bet they're way prettier than you caked down face." the raspy voice hissed.

"I-I know you're here! Y-You killed Angie!" Fionna screamed, more tears running down her face.

"Looks like you're not all silicone and paint. Maybe you got some brains floating inside that skull of yours."

"Where are you?"

"Above you." the answer made Fionnas eyes widen as she looked up.

You were dressed in all the Ghostface costume, right on the kitchen counter, then your gloved hand grasped Fionna by her hair, throwing her across the floor and before she knew it, she was stabbed three times into her back. Still, she crawled on the floor, trying to get away.

"You got some fight into you." you said, the voice modulator inside the mask, making you sound like a male.

You were ready to go over to her and finish her up, but a blur of black and silver knocked you down, making you stumbled on the floor. Your eyes from behind the mask looked up from polished black shoes to a pair of long legs clad in black slacks to build form in a black coat and finally settled on a silver skull mask and a bald scalp.

"You got to be fucking kidding me." you said, getting up, knife in hand.

In all your life as a killer you meet all kinds of possibilities of getting screwed over. You almost got shot by the boyfriend of one of your victims, another victim who had a black belt in martial arts. You dealt with them, but nothing could prepare you for coming mask to mask with the infamous Chromeskull. Still, you weren't going to back out.

"Screw over, GhostRider! This is my movie." you snarled, the camera on his broad shoulder filming your every action.

You lunged at him, knife in hand, only for him to pick your body up and throw you against the kitchen cabinets, making you fall on the hard tiles, a groan leaving your lips. You saw how he went over to the crawling girl, the knife he held much larger than yours and you saw how he pretty much decapitated her, fisting her hair and dangling her head, mocking you.

Quickly, you got up onto your feet and you saw how he lunged at you, swinging his knife at your form with expertise moves. You managed to dodge his hits, until he slashed across your chest. It wasn't a deep wound, but it stung like a bitch.

You knew you were powerless and you weren't ready to lose or be caught, especially by a killer, so you did the only thing you could, you run, straight out the glass walls, your body hitting the porch, but getting up and sprinted into the shadows.

Jesse huffed in annoyance. The small killer managed to get away, but unlike Ghostface, Chromeskull has much up his sleeve. This was just a first meeting and he managed to cut Ghostface. It was a 1-0 in Jesse's point of view.

Back at your place...

You groaned as you started to patch yourself up, the dezinfectant making you hiss at the paint, it surely would leave an ugly scar. This was bad, very bad in your opinion; you never would have guessed that you would challenge Chromeskull, at last he didn't knew your identity.

The thought of crossing him again settled an unpleasant feeling into your gut, knowing damn well that he had more skills than you, way more advanced technology and he was way smarter than you. You felt pretty much humiliated, but you were glad he didn't cut you somewhere else, more visible. You didn't particulary were up to explaining to work what happened.

After finishing up to stitching your wound, you poured yourself a glass of wine, feeling so stressed and tiered, you almost gulped down the whole wine. You had to be more carefull, because if the universe arranged the things so you would meet up with Chromeskull again, you didn't knew if you would make it out alive.

Your mind assured you that there was nothing to be afraid. Everyone thought Ghostface was a male and nothing would pull on the pieces together that there is a small chance you are Ghostface.

Your idenity was safe.

Somewhere else in Jacksonville...

The huge black desk was thrown across the room, the strength behind the action conducted by pure anger. Jesse was huffing harshly, single brown eye filled with rage that the organization hadn't gattered any other information about Ghostface.

Spann and Preston were looking at their boss, used to his brutal anger. Angry Jesse wasn't pretty, but they knew better than to try to calm him down, unless they wanted to fall victims to his blinded carnage.

The meeting with Ghostface hasn't got the way he exactly wanted, the single wound hadn't done justice to that rookie killer and to think Jesse almost had his hands wrapped around that neck. He wished he could have snapped his neck, that would have been a pretty scene for his collection of tapes.

A knock was heard on the door of the office, one of the medics from the organization entered, large frammed glasses perked on his nose as he cleared his throat.

"The results of the blood from Mr. Cromeans knife have arrived." he simple said, handing the file to Spann, then leaving without another word. Spann looked over the files, her eyes widening a little, but she quickly pulled on the emotionless facade.

"Sir, I think you wanna see this." Spann said, Jesse was looking out the window, his hands in tight fists, then he turned to look at Spann, taking the files from her hands and dismissing both her and Preston, who just huffed in annoyance, but didn't said anything.

The last thing Preston needed was to end up with a black eye from Jesse, so he followed after Spann, closing the door.

Jesse pulled up his armchair that he threw across the office five minutes ago and slumped down on the comfy leather, taking out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one, taking a drag. He was stressed, and anyone who knew Jesse on a more personal level could tell by his posture.

His gaze moved to the file in hand and read over the results; the blood type, the antibodies in plasma, the antigens in red blood cells and finally the gender.

His scarred lips parted as he read over the gender one more time, making sure he wasn't hallucinating.

Female.

Quickly, all the tension flew out of Jesse and a smirk that could make anyone shake in fear formed on his disfigured face, a silent chuckle rumbling deep within his chest.

Oh, this changed a lot of things.

So, the infamous Ghostface who tauned his victims on the phone with menancing and horror trivia question was actually a SHE?

Oh, Ghostie, when I will get my hands on you...

To be continued...

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The Crown Princess of Charming - part 11

Welcome to Charming - its name says it all. Cat needed a fresh start; and though she hadn’t planned on that being in the arms of the crown prince of this little town’s bikerclub - that was what happened. Charming CA would either be the death of her - or a whole new life.

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We went back into the clubhouse shortly after – having spent a while holding each other; and calming ourselves down. Clay saw the scratch on Jax’s face; and looked at me, before turning to my old man. “We good here?”, he grumbled. Jax sneered at him. “What do you think?”, he said. “Let’s just finish this”.

They disappeared into the meeting room; joined by the rest of their brothers. The door was closed behind them; and the drapes blocked my view of the room. I let out a deep breath; and went to gather my thoughts in a corner. Guns. Heroin. Prison. Death… Gemma came over to hand me Abel. “Cat…”, she began. “Not now, Gem’”, I said quietly. She nodded, and walked away. The broken-nosed porn-star came over and handed me a mug of coffee. I drank it in silence.

Church was short. The door opened; and the guys came out of the room; somber expressions on their faces. Jax sent me a knowing look. The vote passed. I didn’t know how to react. I repeated be strong, in my mind – like a mantra – but I couldn’t help but feel like I would begin screaming at any point.

I handed Abel to Lyla; and walked outside. Sitting down by a picnic-table; I put my head between my knees; breathing deeply. My heart was pounding so hard; I didn’t notice Clay sitting down next to me. “Gemma said you did good in there”, he muttered. “You’ll be a great queen someday”. “Not for a while; I’m sure”, I said; trying to keep my voice calm. Clay sighed. “Jax fill you in?”. I nodded. “We need this”, he said. I scoffed. “You care what I think?”, I said. “You already took the vote”. He shrugged. “Jax does”, he said. “You are the tipping point of most of his decisions these days… I want to make sure we’re on the same page”.

His cold voice sent chills down my back; but I couldn’t bend over and take it from this man. “You don’t know me, Clay. Not really. And I don’t know you”. I clenched my jaw in suppressed anger. “But what I’ve seen so far… You – your decisions – they scare the shit out of me. I’m worried about Jax; and I’m worried about our boy”. “You have nothing to worry about”, he said; trying for earnest.

I turned and looked hard into his eyes. “You’re the president of this club… and I’m sure you could snap me like a twig if you wanted to”, I said. “But if you hurt Jackson – or Abel – in any way… I’ll kill you myself”. He nodded. “Fair enough”.

Jax and Tig joined us; and Jax frowned at Clay, before looking at me. “Everything all right here?”, he said. “Your old lady just threatened my life”, Clay smiled. “I’m liking her better and better every minute”. “Time to go”, Tig said. Clay nodded; and he and Tig went to their bikes.

Jax got up close to me; and lifted my chin with his index finger. “Together…”, he whispered. “Together”, I nodded. He kissed my lips softly; and went to join the others.

“Tig!”, I called after the black-haired biker. “When you come back… there’s a chick with a broken nose in there. I promised her your dick for the night”. Tig grinned. “My penis is at your disposal, my lady!”.

They drove out of the lot; and I closed my eyes – letting out a deep sigh.

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The next few hours passed in a haze. I was constantly checking my phone for any word from Jax – fighting the urge to take Abel; and run away.

Gemma hovered over me; having crow-eaters and porn-stars – some of them one and the same – bringing me food and trying to cheer me up. I politely turned them away; not able to eat or drink before I saw Jax again.

Opie joined me at my table; lighting a cigarette for me. “I haven’t told Lyla”, he muttered. “Can I ask you to do the same?”. I chewed my lip. “Why?”, I asked. “She’s not as strong as you”, he said. “I have to… protect her. She has a past with coke”. I nodded. “It’s not my place, Opie. But you need to figure out, if you want to start a marriage on a lie”. Opie frowned. “Yeah… I know”.

We sat in silence for a bit. “You hear from the hospital? Phil?”, I asked. “He’s conscious. The fat took most of the blow”, Opie chuckled. “We owe him a patch…”. “You do”, I agreed. “Ope…?”. “Yeah?”. “Chibs talked about retaliation… What did you do, to get you into this?”.

Opie looked around for people listening. He swallowed. “We’ve been laying it pretty hard on The Nords”, he muttered. “Trying to keep drugs out of Charming… That body that was dumped at Cara Cara; it wasn’t our kill – but whoever left it; wanted to make it seem that way”. I frowned. “Do you have any idea who might have done it?”. Opie shook his head. “Let’s just say, there is more than one reason for Jax to dislike this deal with those alt-right guys”, he said. “And I agree”.

At nightfall, there was a rumbling of bikes outside; and soon after Tig, Clay and Jackson where walking through the doors. Jax came in last; and made a beeline for me – pulling me into his arms. “It’s over, Cat”, he whispered into my ear. “It’s done. We can go home”. I exhaled; not truly in relief – more like exhaustion. “Is it, though?”, I muttered. Jax shook his head slightly. “I hate this shit… hate what we’re doing”, he said. “But we’re safe. For now”. I kissed his lips. “Let’s try to stay that way”.

Clay stepped into the middle of the room. “Everybody! We’ve dealt with the situation. Lockdown is over. You’re all free to go home”. There was a mumble of relief among the people in the room. “If you feel unsafe at any point; if you hear word of something off – you let us know. For now… go home. Especially if you have kids. This place is going to be an adults only party in a few minutes”. He grinned; and croweaters and porn-stars alike, began throwing their arms around the necks of bikers everywhere. I noticed Tig dragging miss broken-nose into a corner; and attacking her with deep kisses and sweet words.

Mothers began gathering up their children; and I waved goodbye at Rina – who was still carrying the skateboard around. “Unicorns forever!”, she called out to me; and I grinned; pumping my fist into the air.

I began gathering up my belongings; and walked to the dorm to grab the diaper bag. Jax followed me. “Gemma says she can take the kid; if you want to stay”. I shook my head. “Don’t really feel like celebrating… I need to go home’”, I said quietly. “To clear my head… You can stay”. He took my hand; and pulled me against his chest. “I go where you go. I need to be with you right now”. He looked sad.

I stroked his cheek. “Talk to me”. He frowned. “I feel like shit, Cat”, he said quietly. “I hate what I just agreed to do”. His hands gathered around my back, as if praying. ”We’re not… this. Samcro does some bad shit; but drugs…”. He grimaced. “It makes me sick”. “You can’t end it?”, I asked. He shook his head. “We’re in too deep at this point”, he said. “I gotta pull us out smart”. “You will”, I said; and kissed the corner of his lips.

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We got our stuff, and headed out to get Abel; and bring him home. The clubhouse had turned from kindergarten to strip club within seconds of the kids leaving. Opie and Lyla had slipped off as well; and Jax gave his mother a kiss goodbye. I smiled at Gemma; and she winked at me. Jax picked up Abel; and we headed outside; leaving behind the music and cheers from the partying crowd.

Outside; Chibs and Bobby were sharing a joint; and muttering silently amongst each other. “We’re going home”, Jax said. “You all right after that, Jackie?”, Chibs said. “It is what it is”, Jax muttered; and hugged his brother – letting the scot stroke Abels cheek. “We’ll talk later”. “This isn’t good, VP”, Bobby said. Jax sighed. “You know how I feel, Bobby”, he said. “Let’s just get through this”.

A dark escalade drove in to the lot – Stahl getting out of the passenger seat to greet us. “Mr. Teller!”, she smiled. “I came in to get my car checked out yesterday. Was told you were shut down”. “Come back tomorrow”, Jackson said tiredly. Stahl grinned. “Well, seeing as I’m already here; I might as well take care of some business”.

The bubble of rage and frustration in my chest burst; and I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Get your skinny ass back in that car; and drive away. Now!”, I demanded. Stahl looked at me with surprise. “Well, that was rude, Catherine!”, she said. “I’m just having a conversation with your old man”. “Bullshit. You’re trying to cause trouble; because you want to push him into doing something, you can bring him in on… What is your obsession with Jackson?”, I said. “Are you jealous? You want him?”. She scoffed; and looked towards Jax. “Please…”. I smirked. “Maybe it’s me you want. Is that it?”. I bit my lip. “Sweetheart, believe me; I swing every which way – but I do prefer my ladies with a little less Botox”. I heard Jax stifle a laugh behind me. “Let’s go, babe”, he said; and began moving towards my car.

Stahl’s smile disappeared. “No, kitty-girl is coming with us”, she said. “We’re bringing her in for questioning regarding the murder of Joshua Kohn”. Jax’s face dropped; and I froze in place. “You’re what?”, he croaked. “You’re arresting her?”. Stahl shook her head. “No, not yet… we’re still unclear on which one of you, to charge”.

I tried to collect myself. “I’m not talking to you without my lawyer”, I snarled. Chibs was on his phone behind me; trying to get a hold of Lowen. “Well, we’ll make sure you’re safe and sound until she arrives. Come along”. A suited agent stepped out of the car; and walked over to me; grabbing my arm. Jax tried to step between us – Abel beginning to whimper in his arms. “Don’t touch her. You can’t do this!”. “Oh, but I can”, Stahl smiled.

“Lowen is in San Fran’”, Chibs said. “Can’t be here until tomorrow afternoon”. Bobby took Jax’s place between me and the agent; letting Jax cuddle a crying Abel. “Step away from her; before someone gets hurt”, Chibs said. “Assaulting a federal agent is illegal as well; Scottie”, Stahl said. “I don’t think doctors give notes for that”.

I collected myself. “I’ll come down to the police station tomorrow. With my lawyer”. Stahl shook her head. “No can do, honey”, she said. “You might make a run for it”. I ripped my arm from the agents grasp; and stepped over to Jax – taking Abel from his arms. “I don’t think you understand the meaning of family, agent Stahl”, I said calmly.

I walked away from her; and went to my car; strapping in my stepson in his car seat. Jax sent me a knowing look; and walked to his bike. “I’ll have someone watching the house tonight”, Stahl called after me. “Make sure you’re safe until our meeting tomorrow… there are criminals around, you know”.

Jax turned to face her again. “I’d ask you to blow me; but I’m like my old lady”, he smiled sarcastically. “The Botox hasn’t done you any favors, sweetheart”. He got on his bike; and followed my car out of the lot.

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“Are they still out there?”, I asked Jax – after having tucked Abel in, in his nursery about an hour later. Jackson was by the kitchen window; looking outside. “Two cars… down the road”. He gestured towards a pair of expensive looking suburbans parked a little way off. I sighed frustratedly. Jax stroked my cheek. “You’re ok, baby”, he said. “They can’t touch you without Lowen present. You’ll sleep in your own bed tonight”.

“My own bed”, I smiled. “Still sounds weird”. “Weird good, or bad?”, Jax asked. I bit my lip. “As long as I’m sharing it with you; it’s very good”.

Jax grinned; and leaned in to mold his lips to mine. His hand traveled down my side; and he tugged at the hem of my tank-top. I opened my lips; letting his tongue find mine for a second; before I pulled back. “They’re watching…”, I whispered; and looked out the corner of my eye towards the cars outside. Jax smirked. “Let’s give them a show”, he whispered; and grabbed my bottom; lifting me up to sit on the kitchen counter; with my back to the window.

Blood rushed to my core; and I gasped. Jax pressed his growing erection towards my warmth; and I realized it had been days since I’d had him inside me. “Jax…”, I rasped; and jumped a little; when his lips traveled to the secret spot on my neck. He ran his teeth over it gently; and I heard him chuckle at my responsiveness to his touch. “I’m here, darlin’”, he breathed. His lips moved down to my left breast; nibbling gently at the fabric of my top; tweaking my nipple through it and my bra. “And I’m here too…”. I gasped hard; when he unbuttoned my jeans; sliding two fingers down the waistline of my panties; tugging at my pubic hair. “And here”, he whispered; and pulled me of the counter. He pulled down my jeans and panties; leaving them hanging around my ankles, so I couldn’t walk.

He set me back up on the countertop; and slid his fingers between my warm, wet folds. I was shaking from excitement and lust; and I grabbed on to Jax’s neck – pulling him in for a heated kiss. My lower body was hidden from the agents outside, by the low hanging curtain in front of the window; exposing my nakedness only to Jax. All they could see, was my back; and how it arched against his touch. Even as I was sitting elevated on the counter; Jackson still managed to tower over me somehow. His stance was tall and proud; and he looked at me like I was a precious work of art. His index finger flicked my clit; sending a jolt through my body; from the delicious sensation. He bit his lip; and sent me a devilish grin. “Showtime”, he breathed; and dove two fingers into me; before sinking to his knees; and burying his face in my warmth.

I cried out. Jackson’s tongue slid all over my folds; lapping me up – before sucking hard at my clit; and crooking his fingers, rubbing my g-spot with just the perfect amount of pressure. I threw my head back; and moaned. Jax let go of my nub. “They still watching?”, he grinned up at me. “Why?”, I croaked. “Are you considering putting on the nipple tassels?”. He growled slightly; and attacked my clit again.

My legs began shaking, as Jackson pushed hard against my front wall; and before long, I saw the sun, moon, and the stars all at once. My walls clenched around Jax’s fingers; and I made a sound somewhere between a mewl and a scream. Jackson was relentless; insistent on drawing out my pleasure; and I pulled his hair hard to get him to let go of my nub.

Jax stood up, and wiped his face. “Living room. Christening. Now!”. He yanked my jeans and panties all the way off; and I got off the counter. Jax pulled me in for a deep kiss; and looked behind me; at the agents in the cars outside. He sent them the middle finger; and walked towards the living room – pulling me with him.

I pulled off my top and bra; and suddenly had a very insistent biker latched on to my nipple. Jax turned me around; and smacked my ass cheek. “Couch. All fours”, he snarled; and removed his t-shirt. His heaving chest let me know he was not messing about. “Yes, sir”, I smiled sweetly; and got into position.

I heard Jax’s belt unbuckle, and a silent thud; when his pants hit the floor. I looked back at him; and bit my lip; as he removed his boxers – exposing his throbbing erection. “Hard or soft?”, he asked. “Any way you want it”, I smiled. He smirked for a second; before hardening his expression. “Eyes front, baby”. I looked forwards; and waited.

It seemed like an eternity, before he made a move. It was so quiet; and for a second I was afraid he’d left the room – when suddenly his blunt tip probed my entrance; and he slammed into me with a groan. His hands grabbed my hips; and he began thrusting hard into me. “I think I got bigger”, he moaned. “No, I just got tighter”, I retorted. He laughed, and smacked my ass again.

“I’m gonna marry you some day”, he chuckled. I looked over my shoulder at him, and smiled. “I might let you”.

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Just after noon the next day; Jax and I were seated at the kitchen table with Lowen. “Good news”, Lowen said. “They found Kohns bag in a motel room”. I frowned. “My motel?”. “He’d been staying two doors down from you”. I shuddered at the thought. “What was in the bag?”, Jax asked. Lowen opened a file-folder. “GPS-locators; addresses and files in relation to your old job, and your new one”. She handed me prints of pictures. “These are images of you from both Chicago and Charming. Apparently, he had a camera set up in the air conditioner”. I riffled through the photos, letting Jackson look at them with me. “Shit”, I muttered.

Lowen nodded. “I decided to forego looking at them. I’ve been told some of them shows you and Jackson… well, you can see for yourself”. Jax took one of the pictures from my hand. “At least he got my good angle”, he said. The picture he was holding, showed me straddling Jackson; head thrown back in the throes of passion; and Jax’s face grimacing in extasy, as he held on to my breasts. I took the piece of paper back from him, and put it down on the table – backside up.

“Everything points towards your story of him stalking him, being true”, Lowen said. “So, self-defense holds up?”, I muttered. Lowen let out a breath. “There was a witness that saw you and Opie outside the cabin; when the shot was fired”, she said. I scoffed. “Great… so what’s the good news?”. “The witness was drunk on moonshine. His testimony won’t hold up well in court”.

I grimaced. “Can’t we avoid a trial all together?”, I asked. “If it’s only hanging on one witness…”. Lowen looked at me earnestly. “I’m quite sure we can keep you out of jail. But Jackson…”, she sighed. “This ATF-business isn’t going to go away. They’re going to keep dragging Cat’s case, to push her to flip on you”. “Not happening”, I said; shaking my head. “They need Jax at the scene, because they don’t have anything else on him. They need Kohn’s death to take him down – and I killed Joshua”. “They don’t have enough on you, yet; Jackson”, Lowen said. “I heard about your lockdown at the club; and you were spotted meeting with members of the alt-right movement… Stahl is gunning for you”. Jax leant back in his chair; and squeezed my thigh. “I’ve always been popular”, he smirked.

Lowen suddenly looked uncomfortable. “There’s something else…”, she said. “Before Stahl springs it on you… It wasn’t just peanuts and shotguns in that escalade with you, Cat. There were also drugs – Rohypnols. And he’d brought some toys”. “Not the fun kind, I gather”, I muttered. “Let’s just say, he had a lot planned for you”, Lowen said.

Jax’s hand slammed into the table. “I should dig that asshole up; and kill him again”, he snarled. “I didn’t hear that”, Lowen said. “Look, I know this is hard to hear; but it all points to you being a victim of kidnapping and attempted rape. You reacted by defending yourself; and killing Kohn in self-defense”.

I chewed my lip. “The witness… is he the one who called it in?”. “No”, Lowen said. “Apparently they were already looking for you”. I furrowed my brow. “Why? No one knew I was gone, but the club”. “My guess; Stahl was in contact with Kohn. He let her know his plans for taking you back to Chicago”. “She knew?”, I croaked. “She knew what he was going to do to me…”. Lowen shook her head. “We can’t prove that”, she said. “For all she knew; Kohn would have simply brought you back east; and let you go”.

I closed my eyes, suddenly dizzy. “She set you up, Jax”, I said quietly. “What do you mean?”, Jackson asked. “She’s the only one, other than you, who knew I was gone”, I said. “She knew you’d kill him; and she needed that to take you in… end club business”.

Lowen began packing up her bag. “You’re going to have to take this sit-down with Stahl”, she said. “Anything else will seem like obstruction of justice”. I nodded solemnly. “Ok”, I whispered. “But I’m sticking to my story”. Lowen shrugged. “That’s up to you, Cat”, she said. “I’ll do what I can to keep you protected legally”. Jax sighed. “Just… keep her out of jail. Whatever it takes”.

“Do you think they’ll keep me? Lock me up?”, I asked. “They can’t”, my lawyer answered. “Not unless they arrest you; or claim it would be a danger to you, to let you go”. She sent Jax a look. “This isn’t going to be Donna all over again”, he snarled. “I’m not letting that happen”. I frowned. “What are you talking about?”, I said. Jax clenched his jaw; and looked at me hesitantly. “Lowen”, he said. “Could you give us a minute?”. “I have a few calls to make, anyway”, Lowen smiled. She got up; and left the kitchen.

I took a deep breath; and looked at Jax. “What happened?”. “This ain’t the first time Stahl has caused trouble for us”, he said. “She set up Opie – made it look like he snitched… that’s how he lost Donna”. I felt cold all over. Jax read my expression; and took my hand. “Cat… that’s not an issue here. After what you did for me – for us – with Kohn… no one doubts your loyalty”. I was not soothed by his words. “You’re telling me, the club had Donna killed?”. Jax looked pained. “It’s not… it’s over. We’ve moved beyond it”. I frowned. “You’ve moved beyond it?”, I sneered. “Opie? That was the mother of his children!”. “I know”, Jax said quietly. “And he’ll get his retaliation on Stahl. Somehow”. I scoffed. “She didn’t pull the trigger…”. “She might as well have”, Jax scowled. He stood up; and pulled me to my feet. “That woman… plunged a knife into the heart of my club. She had my best friends wife killed… and it looks like she’s doing an encore on you”. I shuddered. “Am I… will that happen to me?”. Jax shook his head; and pulled me into his arms; leaning his face into the crook of my neck. “I will never let that happen”, he whispered.

Lowen appeared in the doorway. “Cat? I’m sorry; but we need to go”. My hands were shaking; but I nodded. “Ok”, I whispered. “Let’s do this”.

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An hour later I was seated in an interview-room; Lowen at my side – and Stahl seated in front of me; with a smug smile on her face. “Thank you for coming, Catherine”, the agent said. “I had hoped we could have this meeting sooner; but I had a Botox-appointment”.

“Can you get to the case?”, Lowen said. “Why are we here?”. Stahl shrugged. “Well, I don’t know why you are here”, she said. “Your client is not under arrest… yet. I just want to have a conversation with her”. Lowen smiled. “Then; we’ll just be on our way”, she said. “My client has already given her statement; and you can’t hold her”. “I can, and I will; if I deem it necessary for her safety”, Stahl sneered; before looking towards me. “And I think it might be… Cat; do you know what Jackson Teller does for a living?”. I shrugged. “Mechanic… small business owner”, I said.

Stahl opened a file. “That business you’re talking about… are you aware it involves gun- and drug-trafficking?”. I raised my brows in an exasperated expression. “I’m an old lady. I don’t know anything”. “Hmm…”, Stahl sighed. “That house he has you kept in… you think auto-parts payed for that?”. “I’m not kept”, I snarled. “No?... Who pays the bills right now? It’s not your teachers-salary”. I leant back in my chair. “No, Kohn saw to that”, I said. “Did you help him?”. Lowen put a hand on my shoulder. “Cat… not now”. Stahl grinned. “No; I want to hear this… Are you suggesting I somehow helped agent Kohn in his actions towards you?”.

Lowen smiled. “So you agree… Kohns actions towards my client were severe; and bad enough for her to have to act in self-defense, and kill him”. Stahl sighed. “It is beginning to seem like that”, she said. “But if you think for a second that you’re safer with Teller; you are mistaken”. I scoffed. “Stop beating around the bush”, I said. “Am I being charged with murder?”.

Stahl stuck out her chin. “I can’t prove that you killed him in cold blood… in fact, we can’t find evidence, that you killed him at all”. Her face darkened. “You weren’t even in the room when he died”. I clenched my jaw. Lowen cleared her throat. “Get to the point, Stahl”. The agent looked at me seriously. “You’re bedding a murderer, Catherine”, she said. “Jax came in to that cabin, and killed Kohn; for taking you away from him… you’re a popular girl, kitty”.

I swallowed bile at her use of the nickname. “Let’s say he was… how would he know where to find me?”, I said. “I didn’t leave any clue as to where I was going…”. Stahl narrowed her eyes. “Someone must have told him”, she answered coldly. “Huh…”, I said. “And how did you know where I was? How did you even know that I was gone?”.

The agent didn’t answer – she hadn’t expected me to be able to put the dots together. “Agent?”, I said. “You say I’m in danger… help me understand how I ended up here”. “I can help you”, Stahl said. “Get you out of this clean… I just need your cooperation”. I leant in and looked at her menacingly. “Is that what you told Donna?”, I hissed. Stahl looked taken aback for a second. “Donna… was a good woman”, she said. “What happened to her… it shouldn’t have”. “No… that, we can agree on”, I responded. “Putting someone in a situation, that ends in a person’s death…”. Stahl pulled a face. “We talking about Donna, or Jax?”, she challenged. I tilted my head. “You tell me…”.

Stahl realized she’d over-spoke. “We’re done. This is your last chance. Tell me what really happened; Catherine – you can go home… re-start your life”. I smiled. “Oh, I’m going home. To my man and my step-son”. I stood up, and walked towards the door; Lowen at my heels. “This is our last meeting”, I said. “Anything else you have to say; can go through my lawyer”. “You’re playing with a dangerous man, Catherine!”, Stahl called after me.

I turned to look at her; smirking. “We play many games, agent”, I said. “The agents you had watching the house last night, can probably attest to that”.

We left the police station; and I took a deep breath. Bitch… you’re going down.

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Lowen dropped me off at TM. I went straight into the clubhouse; and up to the bar. “Rat… drink”, I demanded. “What kind?”, the prospect asked. “Top shelf. Strong”.

Jax came out of the meeting room with Clay. He almost sprang over to me. “What happened?”, he asked. “She messed up… that’s what happened”, I growled. “What are you talking about, teach’?”, Clay asked. “She pretty much straight up admitted that she put Jax on the scene with me and Kohn”, I said. “You think she’s the one who contacted Darby? Told him?”, the president said. I shrugged. “I don’t know… but it’s pretty clear she’s used to setting people up”.

Jax ran a hand down his face. “That bitch…”, he snarled. I shook my head. “This is my fault”, I muttered. “I should have stayed. If I hadn’t left with Kohn… you’d have never had to come get me”. He took my hand. “No… Catching me at that meth-lab would have put me in almost as deep”, he grumbled. “It wasn’t exactly deserted when we got there… we left a few bodies in our wake… One of the reasons Happy had to burn it down”.

Clay let out a deep breath. “All right”, he proclaimed. “We’ll talk about this tomorrow. Give my best to Laroy”. Jax nodded; and Clay left the clubhouse.

I chewed my lip for a second; resolving to ask Jax something that had been on my mind, since he got back from his meeting the day before. “Baby, can I ask you something?”. He looked at me earnestly. “Anything…”, he said. “Rat, get lost”. The prospect ran off. “What’s up, darlin’?”. I took a deep breath. “Chibs mentioned the lockdown being due to retaliation…”, I began. “I asked Opie about it. He mentioned the dead body at Cara Cara”. Jax frowned. “Yeah… It was Darby’s cousin… our cousin-brother. I don’t know what that white trash group gets in to when they’re not dealing”. I smiled slightly at his joke. “You think that alt-right group did it?”, I said. “Pushing you to work with them; by creating a reason to attack you?”. He clenched his jaw. “I can’t prove it…”.

“Shit…”, I sighed. “It feels like my head is about to explode”. He pulled me into his arms. “Let me take you home”, he breathed. “Neeta’s dropping off Abel in an hour”. I frowned. “You have to come back here?”. He stroked my cheek. “Yeah… we have a drop in Oaktown tonight. It’ll be a late one”. I couldn’t help but pout. “Ok…”, I muttered. “I can have Rat with you; if you’re uncomfortable alone…”, he said. I shook my head. “Not the company I’d hoped for tonight”, I said – looking at him through my lashes. Jax grinned in surprise. “I thought you’d be tuckered out from your meeting”, he said. I slid a hand under the hem of his shirt; slightly touching the skin of his lower back. He let out a soft breath from my touch. “Just a little… I have a few rounds left in me”, I smiled.

Jax put his lips to mine; sliding his tongue between my lips to meet mine – and pushing his groin towards me. “I’ll be home to take care of you as soon as I can”, he whispered. “I’ll make it a soft one this time…”. “Not too soft”, I smirked. He pushed against me harder, sending a jolt through my loins. “That’s impossible, babe”, he grinned.

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I spent the rest of the day caring for Abel. He was teething; and being especially fussy. I calmed him down with a teething ring I’d been keeping in the freezer; and the baby was finally fell asleep around midnight.

I was exhausted; but at the same time giddy to spend some quality-time with my man. The house was hot as hell; and I reminded myself to talk to Jax about getting an air-conditioner. I took a shower, and put on some perfume and a robe. I tried putting on some makeup; but almost stabbed myself in the eye with my mascara; giving up. A bit of lipstick would have to do.

At 1 am; my eyes were drooping. Jax hadn’t checked in; and I decided to just go to bed – a little disappointed, and very sexually frustrated. I fell asleep almost instantly, on top of the covers; only wearing my robe.

Something slid up my inner thigh; and I jolted. “Shh, baby. It’s me”, Jax whispered. “Just lay still…”. I blinked; and met his eyes in the darkness. “Jax…”, I breathed. He opened the belt of my robe; and ran his hand down my chest and belly. “You want to go back to sleep?”, he whispered; and kissed me just above my bellybutton. I bit my lips; and shook my head. Jax grinned.

“Just lay back and relax”, he breathed. He pulled of his shirt and t-shirt; before leaning down to gently blow at my left, then right nipple. They both responded by perking instantly; from the cold air hitting them. Jax’s warm mouth enveloped the left one; as his fingers worked the right one. I was already breathing shakily.

Jax removed his pants and boxers; and laid down next to me. I felt his hardness against my thigh; as he put his leg over my right one – pulling at it to spread me open for him. I turned my head to face him; sighing in contentment. “You’re tired… maybe we should wait until tomorrow”, he smirked. I pouted. “No… wake me up…”, I begged. Jax grinned; and ran his hand down my torso again; ending up running his fingertips through my pubes. I yawned. “Really?”, Jackson scoffed. He slid his index finger over my clit. I jolted. “That’s better…”.

His lips found the sweet spot on my neck; and I bit my lip. Without entering me with his fingers; he continued working on my nub; making my whole body tingle deliciously. Jax warm breath against my skin made me shiver. He put his arm behind my head; holding me to him. I began panting – letting out little squeaks from delight. “My favorite sound”, Jax snickered. Suddenly it felt like my vagina went poof; and I came from his touch. “There we go”, he grinned; and moved his finger from my clit to his mouth – tasting me. I put my hand behind his neck; and kissed him passionately.

Jackson; crawled over me; placing himself between my legs. He slid into me with a quiet moan. “Talk to me, baby”, he whispered. “This good?”. “Mmhmm”, I breathed. “It’s good…” Jax chuckled. “You’re half way asleep”, he smiled. “Don’t stop”, I said.

Jax thrusted in to me a bit harder. I gasped. I slid my arms around his; feeling the movements of his muscles under his skin. I panted softly; and let out small mewls into the crook of his neck. Jax kissed me again; before speeding up his movements. “Give me one… just one”, he panted. I smiled; and clenched my muscles around him; making him groan. He came inside me; his sounds of release pulling me with him; and I clenched again – involuntarily.

Rolling on to his back; Jax pulled me with him, so I was laying on top of him. “I love you, sleepyhead”, he whispered.

I fell asleep with him inside me.

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“One cappuccino and chocolate brownie, please” - Chapter 5

Summary: Darcie Angel is thirty years old and owner of the famous cafe “The Coffee Cup” in New York City. She is known for her sweet smile and her amazing customer service. For six months now, John Wick has visited her cafe every day, earning himself a table that is always reserved for him. Darcie can’t stop thinking about him and when he asks her out one day, her dreams are finally coming true. But will it last?

A/N: It really warms my heart to see people reblogging and liking my work. I’m starting a taglist. If you want to be on the taglist, just ask me. 🥰This is the first part of their date. Hope you enjoy xx

John Wick x OFC Darcie

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: There are mentions of birth, but nothing too serious. Does that need a warning?

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‘Tiki, do you think this is too much?’ I look at myself in the long mirror. I’m back at my apartment. I have showered, I have shaved and now I’m checking myself out. This is the fourth outfit I threw on. Since John usually sees me in pretty casual outfits, this looks overdressed. It’s not my regular pair of jeans with a shirt, or a skirt with a blouse of a dress paired with white sneakers.

I’m wearing a black off the shoulder dress, that flaunts my small waist and gives me a nice hourglass figure. I slip on some black high heels. I’m wearing a silver necklace with three diamonds, one that my mom gave me and I put on a rose gold ring.

‘Tiki, I’m so nervous,’ I say to my labradoodle. I take a few steps closer to the mirror and check out my light pink eyeshadow and the red lipstick. ‘Should I wear earrings?’ I ask her.

She barks.

‘I’ll take that as a yes.’ I put in some small diamond earrings, since I don’t want to show off too much. I look at the clock. ‘Shit,’ I yelp, ‘it’s already seven thirty five, I bet he is there already.’

I grab my black clutch and check if I have my phone and wallet with me. ‘Okay, sweetie,’ I say to Tiki, ‘I’ll be back later tonight.’

Tiki rushes to the couch and curls up on her pillow. I scratch her behind her ears and grab my keys. I close the door behind me and walk down the hall. The elevator trip seems like it’s taking its bloody time, but when I hear the ping, the doors slide open. I step out of the elevator and see that there are the usual people in the lobby: the concierge, the two old men who meet here every night to play poker, to escape their wives and a woman who likes to read here.

But my eyes fall on John right away. He looks so handsome. He is wearing a black suit, with a white blouse underneath it and a thin black tie. Though I have seen him like this a lot when he first came to the cafe, I’ll never get tired of this. His hair is pushed back and I notice that his beard looks nicely trimmed.

He stands up, straightens his tie and closes his jacket. While I walk towards him, a smile appears on his face. He holds out his hand and when I take it, he presses a kiss on my knuckles, almost making me faint. ‘Darcie, you are exceptionally beautiful.’

My cheeks start to burn up. ‘Thank you, John. You look really good yourself.’

He holds onto my hand, while we walk to the exit. Hugo opens the door and says: ‘Miss Angel, sir, have fun tonight.’

‘Thank you, Hugo,’ I say with a smile.

I see John’s Mustang and I squeeze his hand. ‘Your car is really quite something,’ I say. ‘My dad is going to freak out when he hears that I’ve been a passenger in a Ford Mustang Boss 429.’

John chuckles and opens the door for me. It’s a shame that I have to let go of his hand, but the night is young and it was a big step for us, knowing our pace. After he closes my door, he walks around the car and gets in. He looks to the side, before he starts the car.

‘What?’ I ask.

‘You look pretty,’ he says. He starts to car and drives off to the restaurant. His fingers tap on the steering wheel. Is he nervous too? Is this his nervous tick? Am I making him nervous?

John stops the car in front of the restaurant and he says: ‘Wait here.’ He gets out of the car and I see a valet boy walking up my door to open it, but mid step he stops. John opens my door himself and smiles.

I knew this dress was too much, because I’m afraid that when I get out, I might flash someone and though I’m wearing a decent pair of underwear, I don’t think that is a good idea this early on during our date.

As a matter of fact, I don’t think that is a good idea at all, no matter how far into a sort of relationship John and I get.

He must sense my discomfort and takes off his jacket. God, his arms look really good in white. He holds the jacket as some sort of curtain in front of me.

I can get out easily, without worrying and pull down my dress. ‘That was very romantic, John.’

He chuckles. He closes the car door behind me and puts his jacket back on. We walk inside and he holds out his hand. I hesitate for a second, but then I place my hand in his.

The waiter looks up and asks under what name we made reservations. ‘Wick,’ John says in a low voice. It’s so weird to think that this man, who looks kind of intimidating now, talks in such a high and sweet way to my dog.

‘Mr. and Mrs. Wick, follow me,’ the young man says and I send John a look.

He simply squeezes my hand. I wonder if he minds. We walk to our table and I can’t believe we’re sitting next to a window, looking over New York City. John pulls out my chair and after I take a seat, he sits across from me.

He orders a bottle of wine, telling me it’s the finest.

‘This is amazing,’ I say with a smile. ‘You come here often?’

John shakes his head. ‘No, rarely.’

I have to ask. ‘Did you mind? When that guy said Mr. and Mrs. Wick.’

John shakes his head, a tight lipped smile forming on his face. ‘No, I don’t.’ He must sense my other question. ‘It has been five years, Darcie and I’m ready to move on,’ he continues. ‘With you.’

I blush and I thank the universe that the lights are dim. ‘You barely know me,’ I say. ‘I might disappoint.’

‘You won’t.’ He sounds so confident. He asks what I want to order, but it all sounds the same and I have no idea what to order. Guess I’m not as fancy as I want to give myself credit for.

‘I don’t know,’ I mumble.

‘You have any allergies?’ he asks me.

I shake my head. ‘I just don’t like beans, that’s all.’

‘Do you trust me?’

‘That’s a deep question for a first date, John.’

John laughs. ‘Let me rephrase: do you trust me with ordering something for you?’

I smile. ‘Yes, I do.’

When the waiter brings us our wine, he orders something and I hope John is right and that I like it. But knowing him, I bet he knows exactly what I like.

I have no idea what to say now. ‘I don’t know what I should say,’ I admit. God, you stupid cow, you don’t say that! Apparently I can’t shut up, because I say: ‘I barely go on dates.’

He smiles. ‘Tell me something interesting then,’ he says. ‘For example… What were you like growing up?’

I chuckle. ‘Pretty timid,’ I answer. ‘I was mostly by myself during the week, except during the weekends. My parents worked and still work, quite a lot. They have a law firm, I bet you know it, their faces are plastered around Times Square. Law Firm Angel & Moon.’

‘Your parents are the Christian Angel and Somi Moon?’ John asks in disbelieve.

‘They are.’

His eyes widen. ‘Well, now you say it, I can actually see it. You look a lot like your mother.’

‘I get that a lot.’

‘But a lot alone during the weeks?’ John sips his wine.

I nod. ‘I was pretty much on my own or I was at Jennie’s place, the girl who works in the kitchen. Long black braids, always looked sightly annoyed.’

‘Right, so you’ve been friends for quite some time then.’

‘Since kindergarten, so twenty five years, something like that.’

John tilts his head. ‘That must make you twenty nine then?’

‘Close, I’m thirty. My birthday is March 21st. How old are you, if you don’t mind me asking.’

‘I don’t mind,’ John says. ‘But guess.’

‘No, I can’t do that. I always manage to hurt someones feelings. Just say it, John.’ I take a sip of my wine and it tastes really amazing. It puts all the other wine I’ve ever drank to shame.

‘Fifty.’

I choke on my wine. I start to cough and have tears in my eyes, causing me to gain the attention from other people in the restaurant. ‘Goodness gracious, John. How on earth are you fifty? What is your skincare routine? Who does your botox?’

John chuckles. ‘I don’t have a skincare routine nor someone who does my botox.’

‘You don’t have a skincare routine?’ I ask. ‘That is so unfair. I pay hundreds of dollars every month, so my skin can look like this and you don’t do anything and you look like that? How are you real?’

‘I don’t look that good, Darcie.’

I scoff. ‘You are insanely handsome. You look so good already, imagine if you had a skincare routine.’

John looks a little bit shy and lets out his giggle, that I’ve come to love. ‘You are adorable, Darcie.’

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During dinner we’ve managed to get to the deep stuff—you know, that hurts and normally you don’t want to talk about, but somehow you just get there. ‘Helen and I never really thought about kids. She had the diagnose chronic fatigue when we met and on top of that, she was already a little older like me. We decided that maybe one day, we might foster.’

John looks so sad and I place my hand on his. ‘I’m sorry,’ I whisper.

He turns his hand, so he can hold mine. His thumb plays with my fingers and he sends me a soft smile.

‘Do you eventually want them?’

He shrugs. ‘I don’t know, never really gave that a good thought after she passed. Do you want kids?’

Now it’s my turn to shrug. ‘I mean, theoretically, I would and my friends and I have dibs on baby names already, but there is one part that scares the shit out of me. Like, that whole pregnancy thing, I don’t mind. The part where you take care of the kid, I mean, a little scary, but okay, I can deal that. But giving birth…’ I shiver.

John holds in a laughter, or at least, he tries, but fails miserable. He brings his hand to his lips, to prevent himself from laughing out loud.

‘Yeah, you can laugh at me all you want. When I was I think about eighteen, my mom was obsessed with this weird birthing program and forced me to watch it with her. I mean, it can be beautiful and it’s all part of life, it still scared the shit out of me.’

‘I can tell by your eyes that you’re serious.’

‘I am!’ I shake my head, looking at the view outside. ‘Why does it have to be so scary and painful? You can tear down there. After you did the baby delivery thing, you have to push out that placenta thing, that looks absolutely disgusting, leaving me wondering why on earth people would voluntarily eat that. And then there was this one time, where a woman just dislocated her pelvis. Why does that have to happen?’

‘I’m no expert, Darcie,’ John says with a smile. ‘Wish I’d known, but unfortunately I can’t tell you.’

I chuckle. ‘So, I’m always thinking that I’m more the type to foster older kids anyway. I think babies are scary.’

‘They barely do anything.’

‘Exactly, it’s boring and they’re so fragile. What if I break them?’ I take a sip of my wine. ‘Leave it to me to break a baby. Besides, I’m still young, who needs to think about kids anyway?’

John nods. ‘You look like the type that would foster an older kid,’ he admits. ‘I mean, you and those high school boys really get along. How come they always visit your cafe?’

‘I think about two weeks after the cafe opened, they were staring through the window. I walked outside and asked them if they wanted to come on. They just shook their heads, causing me to laugh at them and say: ‘You know, it doesn’t really hurt anyone to eat and drink sweet stuff in a pink cafe. If kids of your school ever ask, my lips are sealed.”. Somehow that convinced them and now they come by at least every other day. They always act so tough, but they are sweethearts. One time I overheard them talking about anxiety and how to deal with them. Though they can act like idiots, they are sweet. That Roger kid, who always jokes around, he is a real funny kid. Recently they found me on Instagram and Roger continues to leave comments, but there is one that literally kills every time I think about it.’

I grab my phone and look it up. ‘So, this kid legit says: “I’m almost seventeen, miss Angel. One year closer of being legal and one year closer to forever being together”.’ I snort.

John laughs. ‘I like that kid,’ he says. ‘Yesterday, he actually asked me what I did to get that much attention from you. I told him it was the beard.’

‘Oh my God, I bet I’ll keep hearing about the progress of his beard.’

‘Did you answer him?’

‘Huh?’

‘On the Instagram.’

‘The Instagram. It’s just Instagram, John.’ I chuckle, causing him to blush. I look through my comments and say: ‘I told him: “You stay in school and find a nice girl there, or I’ll spit in your coffee”.’

‘I love how you just joke around with those kids.’ He leans back against his chair.

‘Are you on the Instagram, John?’

‘You’re not going to let that go, aren’t you?’

I laugh, shaking my head. ‘No, it genuinely shows how old you are. But I bet you’re not on Instagram.’

‘I’m not,’ he says. ‘But since you’re on it, I think I should join.’

‘Only to follow me?’

‘Yeah, I don’t care about other people.’

I hold out my phone. ‘Here, check it out on my phone.’

John nods and scrolls through my account. He has a smile on his face and clicks on one. ‘Tiki is adorable,’ he says, showing me the picture of my lovely dog I posted a few weeks ago. ‘How did you come up with the name Tiki?’

‘I don’t want to say.’

‘You should. I’m curious.’

I know I’m going to tell him anyway, so I say: ‘When I broke up with Eric, I was binge watching tons of series. I rewatched Sailor Moon, movies from when I was younger. But then I stumbled on something new, for kids nowadays. Miraculous, tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir. Long story short, she has an akuma, that helps her transform into a superhero and the name of that akuma was Tiki. And I loved that name. So yeah, that’s the embarrassing story about how I named my dog.’

John has a smile on his face. ‘I love the name Tiki,’ he says. He continues to scroll through my account. ‘You are so beautiful, Darcie.’

‘Stop it,’ I chuckle, while covering my cheeks with my hand.

He gives me my phone back. ‘I won’t,’ he says. ‘Because it’s true.’

I barely give him a response. Eric was such a shitty boyfriend, never a romantic gesture, never telling me how beautiful I looked, even if I really tried hard to look good for him. And here I am sitting with a guy like John, who looks like he does and keeps giving me compliments.

‘Darcie, not only are you breathtaking, you are the kindest woman and it shows. The way you look at people, the way you give them all of your attention when taking their order. You light up the room with your smile. You managed to show this angry guy,’—he places his hand on his chest—‘that the world isn’t too bad.’

‘Damn it, John,’ I say, before clearing my throat, hoping to prevent myself from crying.

‘Don’t cry,’ he soothes. ‘Really, Darcie, you are amazing and every compliment I give you, is sincere. You are truly one of a kind.’

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[dobrikburrito]

one day, j.w.

words: 2.7k

plot: you’re not giving Jeff the time of day, but you’re also low key hating when his attention is on some other girl.

disclaimer: angsty fluff? yeah.

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From the past few weeks, the new joke of David’s vlogs was Jeff’s endless tries to get your attention, asking for dates, hookups, kisses, anything. Since Jeff was one of the best looking guys in the squad, David absolutely loved the fact that you were turning Jeff, of all people, down. He was a good sport, not minding the public rejection and actually finding it quite hilarious.

“You know what… One day, one day.” Jeff was looking directly at David’s camera, pointing at it. “One day I’ll finally get in her pants and it will make all this struggle worth it. It will be the best day of my life.”

Jeff was in the passenger seat, while Erin, Carly and you were in the back. With Jeff’s energetic manifesto, David was dying of laughter. Immediately pointing the camera to you, you were quick to give an emotionless response.

“I’d rather die,” You told the camera. Everybody in the car was screaming.

Jeff was laughing the most as well, he loved how hard you played. Not one used to be rejected like this, he was actually turned on by it. Loving to play around, what helped was the fact that he thought you were the prettiest and smartest girl he’s ever met. It did start as a joke, since he didn’t want to have one meaningless hook up with you and ruin your friendship. But now? The interactions have made him not stop thinking about you.

“Come on, be honest here. Why do you always reject me?” Jeff asked you directly. “Is it the botox rumours? Because I told you they were bullshit.”

You shrugged. “I guess I just don’t see what all the fuss is about.”

“Fuck.” Jeff oofed, but smiled, touching his chest. “My heart.”

See, you did find Jeff handsome. You did like his kind of humor and personality. He wasn’t bad. The mean responses were mainly something you knew David thrived for, but also a way of protecting yourself. You’ve been with guys like Jeff before. The pretty ones, the ones that everybody wants, the ones where all the prettiest girls would throw themselves at. You were cheated on by a guy like Jeff and you promised yourself not to ever fall into that trap again. Your heart was too vulnerable to even think about it. Besides, you’ve never hooked up with any of your friends from the squad. A fun kiss here and there, yes, but nothing more. You pride yourself in that, prioritizing your friendship with everyone. You’ve seen what could happen otherwise, like Todd and Corinna, for instance.

“You keep playing hard to get, babe.” Jeff told you for the cameras. “Like I said, one day I’ll show you what you’re missing.”

-

The next day, you were all in David’s room talking about life and careers. The topic on Jeff pursuing a stand-up comedy career was brought up since Jason had asked him to open his next Improv performance.

“Yeah, it’s hard man, it’s hard doing comedy like this, you know?” Jeff said, looking at David and then everyone else. “No, I look at myself in the mirror and I’m like I don’t like this guy, he’s too good looking.”

Everybody laughed at that line, which made Jeff go on, “I keep thinking… Maybe if I wasn’t so good looking I would actually have a chance with (Y/N).” The room laughed even more, everybody looking at you. “I know that’s the reason she won’t go on a date with me. Too much beauty in the way of our love.”

You were lying in the lovesac, looking at them, quickly facepalming after Jeff was done talking. You looked up to the ceiling and shook your head. “God… Now I know why you went to prison.”

Jeff bursted out laughing as well as everybody in the room. “Am I lying though? You never gave me one good reason why you wouldn’t date me, hook up with me or give me one tiny kiss.”

“Fine. I’ll give you ten reasons.” You sat down on the lovesac, looking at him.

“Oh boy. I regret it, I take it back. Don’t tell me.” Jeff hugged himself and laughed.

“No, no, no. You keep asking me, let me tell you!” You pointed at him. David was absolutely living for this interaction, laughing his ass off.

“Can you see the rage in her eyes? They’re in flames, man. I’m scared.” Jeff reasoned with David. “Don’t let her murder me.”

You tried really hard not to laugh and keep a straight face at Jeff’s reaction.

“The fact that I’m denying you is the only reason why you’re so interested, that’s one. You’re used to getting your way with girls, not used to being denied.” You started, pointing a finger. “You think I’m a challenge to be accomplished. You have a dozen Instagram models DMs waiting to be answered and you can get a hookup within the hour. You’re pretty and handsome and has a great body, we get it, it’s not hard for you to get girls.”

“Calm down, (Y/N), don’t go butchering the man.” Jason reasoned, but everybody, including Jeff, was laughing.

“You know, that’s funny.” Jeff pointed at you, now. “You say that like you’re not one of the prettiest girls in this city. And honestly, the denying part does make it a challenge for me, but I wouldn’t keep going if I wasn’t really interested in you as a person. I think you’re the smartest girl I’ve ever met. I’d be lucky to go on a date with someone like you.”

His words caught you off guard, speechless. The fact that you didn’t find any words to answer him made everything even more hilarious, because now Jeff had shut you up, which was an accomplishment on its own, one that no one had ever done before.

“That’s for sure the smartest-mouth in the city, and you shut her up, congratulations, Jeff.” Jason bumped fists with Jeff, laughing.

-

Another couple of days went by, David asked you to come to his house to film for the vlogs, but you had another meeting and could only arrive later. Once you did, you asked Natalie where everybody was and then headed to David’s bedroom once she informed you. The moment you walked inside, you saw David filming Jeff with Kelsey and Stass, and they were talking about his botox and the fact that he said he had it just to mingle with them.

You loved the girls, but you left the room, not exactly happy with the fact that someone else was having the snarky bits with Jeff for the vlog. You took your time out, grabbing a bottle of water and talking with Natalie.

You heard steps out of the room, the cameras were off and everybody was coming to the kitchen. “Oh hey, (Y/N)! I didn’t know you had arrived, why didn’t you join us?” David walked to where you were in the kitchen counter, giving you a quick hug.

“Oh don’t worry, Dave. I arrived and I saw you doing the bit, I didn’t want to bother.” You smiled at him.

“You’d never bother us.” David laughed and shook his head, walking away.

“Oh, there you are.” Jeff made his way towards you as well, and you saw the two girls sitting on the couch. “I thought you weren’t able to make it.”

Jeff came in for a hug and you quickly returned it, but also let go of him just as quick. When the cameras were off, everything was more chill and you actually got along with Jeff. The flirting was heightened for the cameras.

You looked away from him, a little upset, but trying to hide it. “Yeah, I had a meeting this afternoon, I was in the middle of it when David texted me.”

“Ooh, new brand deals?” Jeff joked lightly, actually interested in your life.

“Mm… Yeah, kinda. Don’t tell, it’s new yet, but I’m partnering up with Benny Blanco to record a single.” You looked back at Jeff. His eyes were surprised, but also with admiration.

“Oh wow, (Y/N), that’s huge!” Jeff whispered and you smiled softly. “Oh my God. I’m so happy for you! If anyone deserves this, it’s you. You’re so hardworking and talented, they’re lucky to have you.”

His kind words melted any annoyance you were holding onto before. “Thanks Jeff, that means a lot to me.”

“I’m here for you, okay? Anything you need. I know how you get anxious with big things coming up.” Jeff caressed your arm and looked into your eyes.

The sole fact that Jeff had noticed your anxiety whenever you felt pressured and the way he was making sure you felt supported now made you realize that maybe he wasn’t as bad as you thought and was also completely different from your ex-boyfriend.

“Thank you. You’re a really good friend, Jeff.” You smiled after a deep breath. Despite the word friend disappointing Jeff a little, the fact that you went for a longer hug and kissed his cheek was enough to spark some hope.

You smiled at him and walked away when David called.

-

You turned the little cup of Tequila shot in your mouth, both you and Natalie knocking the cups on the wood table once you drank it out.

“Take it easy, ladies.” Scotty said, laughing.

You and Natalie looked at each other, making a face as if that was the dumbest suggestion ever.

“Every time Scott ask us to take it easy, we’ll take another shot.” Natalie suggested and you nodded immediately in agreement.

“Did someone say shots?” Zane was literally holding a platter of ten shots he had just bought for the whole group.

“That’s not helpful at all,” Scotty rolled his eyes and threw his hands up, in defeat.

Tonight was a moment of celebration. You had told everybody about the record deal and David had the idea for us to come party in a bar at Hollywood Boulevard. Feeling on top of the world with your career, you were happy. But something was deep down bothering you.

Having a direct view of the bar, you saw Jeff and Todd. As usual, Todd was hugging Olivia, his girlfriend, and they were talking with Jeff and this other brunette. Jeff was laughing loudly, having the time of his life. The girl would touch his arm while talking about something that was making him smile. At one point, the girl turned around to hug another friend and you saw how gorgeous she was. As much as you’d never like to admit, you were jealous and hurt. With absolutely no right to be, of course.

Taking one last shot, you pulled Natalie to the dancefloor, deciding that the best way to damp your feelings for Jeff was with loud music and alcohol. Singing your hearts out to every new pop song playing, you and Natalie were dancing together and having the best time, clearly heavily drunk.

You don’t know how much time had passed, but you felt a couple of hands coming on your waist from the back. About to turn to look, you heard a voice in your ear.

“I didn’t think it was possible, but you look even better when you’re drunk and dancing.” Jeff held your waist tight. “How many shots did you take?”

Turning around to face him, you tried your best to not look as drunk as you were. “Not as many as I’d like.”

“I think you’ve had enough for one night, (Y/N). How about I get you a bottle of water?” Jeff looked in my eyes with his deep brown ones, his intense stare making sure I knew he was going to take care of me.

The emotion in his eyes made you angry, somehow. The alcohol got the best of your emotions.

“What? Did your first option blow you off, so you had to give it a try with good old (Y/N)?” You said, rolling your eyes. “Where is she, Jeff? The pretty brunette you couldn’t stop smiling at?”

“Is that jealousy I sense?” His tone was playful, but only enraged you more.  

“Oh, you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” You scoffed, sarcastically. “There are no cameras here, Jeff, no need to pretend to be into me.”

“What makes you think I pretend?” Jeff was looking at you, studying you. You knew part of him was enjoying to see the blabbering that came out of your mouth. He knew the alcohol would probably make you talk way more than you were used to when sober. “Besides, if you must know, I was just talking with that girl. I never intended on going home with her.”

“Sure didn’t look that way to me, or to her, may I add.” You smiled ironically and looked away, not finding Natalie anywhere. You let go of his grasp on your waist to try to walk away.

“Why is it so hard for you to admit that you have feelings for me?” Jeff pulled you by the waist again, now in a quick movement, making sure your body was tightly close to his.

“That’s because I don’t have feelings for you.” You kept your stance, looking back into his eyes, angrily. “Stop wasting my time, Wittek. I’m not gonna be your next conquest.”

“Is that what you think you are to me? A conquest?” Now he was starting to get offended. “Do you really think so little of me?”

When you didn’t answer him, the silence only confirmed it. “Fine, (Y/N). You win. I won’t play this game anymore.” His hands let go of your waist and he shook his head, starting to walk away.

A wave of all the emotions in the world caught you at the same time. You couldn’t stop yourself from walking after him and taking his hand back. Looking back at you, he waited for something.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to…” You tried to say, barely able to form a proper sentence without feeling overwhelmed by your own feelings.

“Admit it. Admit that you feel the same way about me as I feel about you. Admit that you’re jealous about the girl I was talking to earlier. Admit that you can’t stop thinking about me. Admit it or I’ll leave, (Y/N).” Jeff walked closer, intensely looking at you.

When it took you a second, he had just decided to leave again. “I admit it.”

Jeff stopped on his tracks, looking at you. He wanted more.

“I admit that I’m jealous and that I hate seeing you with other girls. I admit that I’m a mess and I don’t know what I feel, but that I also can’t stop thinking about you. I admit that I’ve been hurt and that I’m scared.” You shrugged, biting your inner cheek. “I admit that you make me feel things I’ve never felt before and that it’s often easier to just deny it.”

You closed your eyes while saying the last few words. The moment you opened them to see Jeff, he touched your face with both of his hands, staring at your lips. When you didn’t refuse him again, he took his chance and kissed you with all of his soul.

His lips were soft and smooth on yours, you could feel the sparks and bells. You felt your body melting under his touch, especially when his tongue was on yours, as your mouths collapsed together, while he gave you the best kiss you’ve ever had. You held his shirt tightly in your hand, making sure he wasn’t going anywhere.

After your mouths parted, both of you completely breathless, Jeff looked at you, with the same eyes of admiration and passion you’ve seen before.

“I’ve waited so long, I’ve imagined this so many times… And it’s even better than I ever anticipated,” Jeff confessed, quickly giving you another soft kiss.

You smiled and pulled him close, throwing your arms around his neck, kissing him again.

“Does that mean you’ll actually go on a date with me now?” Jeff asked, holding you by the waist again.

“Don’t push it,” You joked. Jeff raised an eyebrow and kissed you intensely again, taking your breath away one more time. “Okay, yeah, we can go on a date.” You quickly changed your mind, making him smile.

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[whimsicaldays]

Wednesday February 24, 2021

Matthew  McConaughey once said that he doesn’t write to remember, he writes to forget. Who I am as a writer has never resonated so much with a sentence  because that’s the only way I’ve ever known writing to be. Not something to look back on; Not something to reminisce over. But something that just kind of  bleeds out of me when the going gets tough; When the connections aren’t quite forming in my head. I write it, I understand it, and then I let it go. 

Matthew  McConaughey also once said that it’s important to learn how  to write to remember as well. To write the good along with the bad. The trials along with the triumphs. In 10 years, do you want to dive back and see years of mere pain and heartbreak? or do you want to see the way you rose above it? How you became the phoenix rising from the ashes of it all. That resonated more with me so here it is.

In 2020 I was diagnosed with stage 1 melanoma skin cancer.  There was a tiny mole on my leg that I would have never thought twice of, and yet somehow I did, and months later while roaming the aisles of target I got a call from a number I would have typically let go to voicemail, but somehow didn’t, and there it was. “Michelle I have the results of your biopsy.. It did come back as cancer.” what. “Michelle where are you? Are you sitting down? You should sit down” The conversation that will forever be burned in the back of my brain.

 Melanoma.. I knew that name so well.  I knew it from all the days my mom would grow quiet or cry over a song or a memory that reminded her of her mom. The big moments she wouldn’t be around for. How crazy it felt that I would never meet her. I knew it for my uncle with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. For the man who was so full of life. For the first time I ever saw my grandpa cry. I knew it so well and yet here it was living in my body. Every part of me that had held it together, piece after broken piece, during what had already been one of the hardest years of my life, had completely broken down. I had this pain deep in my soul that wouldn’t go away, not even when I found out it was stage 1, not even when I had my surgery, when I recovered, when I was told it was likely all out of my body. I was so fucking sad. Why did this happen? Why was I not more careful? I fell down a google rabbit hole of having the gene, being 10x’s more likely to get it again, wondering when this thing was going to come back and kill me.. Like it did for my Nonna. Like it did for my uncle. 

My dad told me that having cancer turned out to be the biggest blessing of his life, because it  changed him mentally. That when he went into remission, his perspective completely shifted, and that deep depression that hung around for so much of his life, was completely gone. I knew  he had changed, I’ve watched him soften and soften as the years pass. The rough, anxious man I knew growing up, isn’t there anymore. He’s happy, calm, light.  He believed it would all be the same for me, that God’s purpose was so much bigger than all of this, that I would come out the other side so much stronger than I ever knew myself to be. That didn’t feel like the case though.  I was angry, frustrated, scared, sad, numb, withdrawn. Six months..  Six months is how long it took to realize that my dad was right all along; It has changed me.

I stopped caring. I stopped counting ever calorie, criticizing ever bone in my body. Googling botox, plastic surgeries, instagram stalking people I wish I looked like. 

I stopped going in for highlights every couple months. Stopped being frustrated that I didn’t have that perfect blonde balyage like every girl that I saw everywhere; All of the girls that pay to look exactly like each other.  I started growing out my bangs, growing out my natural hair color, going out without any makeup on.

I started holding back from the people who drained me, and gave a little more to the best  people in my life. People I have neglected most of all. People who have been there to hold me, to lift me up and to shower me with unconditional love, even when I’ve been far from deserving of it. 

I’m so much more emotional. I cry way more than ever before, and I’m touched by people and their stories way more than I ever have been before.

If there’s anything this year has taught me it’s that life is too short to care about the things that DO NOT MATTER. I’m blessed to be alive, blessed to have my parents alive. Blessed that my family is safe and healthy.

And here I am to say that 6 months ago, I decided out of nowhere to get my moles checked, something I had never done before, and if I hadn’t, maybe I wouldn’t have been here a year from now. 

My dad was right, God’s purpose was so much bigger than myself and so much bigger than the cancer.

I feel myself coming into my own, of being more of the person I’m meant to be, and less of the person who was dragging her down

So many greenlights, so many more to come. 

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[swirlyrobe]

Jul 28, 2015

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after that i ended up in a special ed school and thats when i started listening to rap with dipset and stealing yugioh cards for money and robitussin to get high. when i was 16 i only had a couple good friends and everybody else just avoided me caus they were scared i was going to fight them and one of them steve (who’s 3 years younger than me) had me meet his (at the time) ex gf one day and i ended up getting my thing sucked>.> yea for the first time and then we planned to lose our virginity the next week. she brought her friend and we had a threesome tho my drugs caught up with me because i was on probation for beating somebody up on the bus and i kept getting dirty urines for weed so i went to rehab a couple weeks after

i never really had gfs in highschool other than that, there was only 5 girls in my special ed school, i was friends with most of them but they used me for drugs. i went to community college right after highschool and made friends rapping tho immediately got involved in a small crime ring of stealing video games from stores, selling them to gamestop to make a couple hundred daily as well as smoking a lot more weed (while still on probation for another assault) that didnt catch up with me yet tho when i was 19 this girl sabrina added me on facebook and i really liked her, ended up meeting her at the mall it was a really sweet date(we had fun getting physical😄) she wasn’t like everybody else because she didnt try to be normal. i had court coming up though i ended up smoking pcp for the first time and had a psychotic break where i thought this girl was her (who wasnt) and got arrested for unlawful restraint (i thought she was bugging out and i didnt want to leave until i knew what was wrong). i went to jail and got released to rehab again.

when i got out of rehab i went to outpatient rehab (i was 20 now) and met a woman heather who was 33. we dated and she bought a ring for me 3 months after to propose which i accepted because i was desperate and i thought i loved her though she asked if i was attracted to her and i honestly said only her face and not her body so she broke up with me. after that i started smoking again until i started talking to this girl Haley who lived the city over from me, she said she wanted a brother yet i really started liking her when we talked. this is when i really started realizing i liked younger girls and she ended up admitting she had a bf months after and lied to both of us. (i made a lot of songs about her😔😪){&2020 update about haley: we moved on with our lives and had never met though I talked to her a little on Facebook this year and, thankfully I wasn't as enamored and clingy😪}

there's a couple dozen other girls i dated/talked to between that and then there was bella who heard my music on an old social site called PHEED and i thought she was beautiful so i told her that and we talked. she lived in texas but we had intense convos she was really smart, beautiful, funny and we swore we would be together though i had to go to rehab again(this time inpatient in New London where, I lived in a sober house & got a job after) because i violated probation yet i wanted to test if she’d stay with me so i didnt tell her i went. about 4 months later when i was getting out of rehab i talked to her again and she acted like everything was alright and she had moved to NY as well as gotten a license and really had her life together. she said she loved me and was gonna drive to see me in new london so, I waited an hour for her to come until I talked to her and she said because I "played" her she was playing me so, not coming 😢😞(this was in 2014)

So in 2015 I was clean about a year so, I applied & got accepted for McNally Smith college of music (to major in audio production) in st Paul Minnesota where I Was clean for months until (for some reason I forgot but, probably running around fast) I got kicked out of my weightlifting gym out there so I was upset and, found some people @ a park near downtown st Paul smoking weed which I got in on and, ten weeks later I saw someone with dreads buying a dutch in a bodega so, I asked if he knew where to get weed and: It turned out he was a dealer so I ended up buying lot's of weed and trading for studio time for him to record but, I got caught smoking sometimes in my dorm & because I got in arguments with students and staff at college so, they warned me if I got in ANY fight in or, outside of school I would be expelled & I DID get expelled; probably because of the fight where I sent that guy who hit my head with a brick to the hospital (which drew a LOT of attention and PROBABLY was on the news)

Though they said it was because I got in too many arguments and, smoked too much weed in my dorm...

So I moved back with my grandma later in 2015 where I was until she kicked me out for smoking weed and k2 so, I was homeless In which I slept under a blanket near the library and, behind a church in hamden until, the church let me live in their garage when it became winter so I stayed there until early 2016 where, I moved to a spot in Hamden off the bike trail in the woods where I started with a one person tent until I stole a 8 person tent from Walmart and, uused a shopping cart to carry a bed my friend gave away down the bike trail to my spot and late I stole a propane heater plus propane powered stove so I stole an empty propane can outside of krauzers and I kept paying $20 to get it filled at The car wash up the street so I used it to cook ramen and, oatmeal on my stove and power my heater in the winter and I finally got clean in August 2016 while STILL homeless then completed a course to get into CTWORKS which helped me get nice used suits and an interview g for the job I got at Chipotle in December 2016 while, still homeless 😪 I told them I still lived at my grandmas and took showers at my friend's house until I got a la fitness membership with my first paycheck which was actually through the woods near my tent so, I took showers there EVERY morning & worked out there in addition to, at my tent where I still had a barbell set from my grandmas and, then in the spring of 2017 I applied to and, got a landscaping job I saw on the ctworks job search online so I woke up at 5am EVERY morning with a battery powered alarm clock I stole from Walmart and, caught the first Whitney bus that went downtown at 5:30 and, then I took the next train around 5:45 to go to milford where, the landscaping base is so I ran there when I got to Milford around 6am to get there on time by 6:30-45

So I worked there while I was still homeless and, I got approved for shelter plus Care which some people That lived in the woods near me told me about and, I got my apartment with 2 jobs off the post road behind dunkin donuts in West Haven so, I took The bus up the post road to get to BOTH jobs until, I saw a moped for sale from east haven on Craigslist for$200 in mid spring of 2017 which, I rode to my jobs on until, I got a drivers permit (coincidentally on the day I heard my grandma was dying so, I Went to her house and Watched her die 😥

Then I took drivers ed classes;

Then I started getting driving lessons in late spring 2017 until I learned to drive in a couple months so, I took the drivers test in summer 2017 and, then took motorcycle classes at north haven gateway (where I ran into my dr's receptionist Alexandra ai had a crush on (who I even had written and recorded a song about) then, my mom helped me get my 250 ninja from new Haven power sports so: I drove that to my jobs until my crash on August 6th 2019 which, I don't remember but, I woke up at the residential physical rehab hospital Gaylord where : I leave weekly what happened was I hit an suv on mg way to work, had a right brain stroke & broken pelvic also my left side was paralyzed and got contractures (where my left arm, fingers and left got really curled up and difficult to straighten so I'm still working on walking again 😥

(I'm getting botox injections to help my left side straighten and , I'm able to my left leg and arm though, they're really bent and my fingers are too bent for me to move, use,or, hold anything😪

So now I am living at my aunts waiting to get another apartment through my insurance agency while, I still get votox every 2 months unrtil I hopefully gain control and use of my left side😪 &, the ability to walk again...

I went from being REAL STRONG to, being weak (though I'm ljfting more with my right arm with a dumbbell then I used to!)

Either way: I'm a survivor!

💪🏽😁👍🏼

[undiagnoseddrama]

9. To go where no one has gone before...

So a cystoscopy was booked. A cystoscopy is an endoscopy of your bladder, basically a camera through your urethra to diagnose conditions, investigate etc. There are two main types of cystoscopy; rigid or flexible. Flexible scopes only requires local anaesthetic. A rigid cystoscopy requires general anaesthetic and different instruments can be attached for surgical removal etc.

First of all I had a pre-op. 14.01.19. The usual blood pressure, urine sample, consent forms etc. I had to see a nurse about the risks of the procedure and she said “Right you’re getting bladder Botox procedure and a cystoscopy.”

I was like hell no!! I haven’t agreed to this! I had a look at my notes the consultant had written and it said cystoscopy and Bx. Bx in medical terms means a biopsy. This is where they scrap some cells for further testing. Good job I checked because otherwise I’d never be able to pee with the Botox going on🤣 (usually for severe overactive bladders). I think I embarrassed the nurse a little but you definitely have to be aware of the procedures they’re doing, you have to be aware of your health. Research is key! 🔑

She explained what I might need to bring with me to the hospital; dressing gown, slippers etc for the time in the ambulatory suite - a new department in the Women’s so you don’t have to be under general anaesthetic for these procedures, you’re in and out and can recover at home instead of staying in hospital.

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01.02.19 - D day.

I had to be at the hospital quite early in the morning and mum wanted to stay with me the whole time. We got called in and my mum wasn’t allowed into the suite with me😥 I think she was a little more scared than I was. I was quite relaxed because I thought this would be give me some answers finally!

I went into the room with my bag of tricks and sat down on a ‘blue’ chair (significance of this will come later😅). I sat down next to other women, mainly older than me which can be quite daunting too and just began lightly chatting whilst watching the TV. The women were all in there for different reasons not all cystoscopies.

The nurse called my name, explained the procedure which again they got wrong! She said so you’re here for a cystoscopy of your uterus. Well no, a cystoscopy first off means in the bladder only and I couldn’t understand why they don’t read the notes properly it’s scary how wrong they could be! I corrected her and said it’s my bladder and a possible biopsy. She just gave me a dirty look in disbelief.

Sorry to the nurses who I have embarrassed or insulted but I have to make sure it’s right🤷🏻‍♀️ She gave me a hospital bracelet and them hideous gowns. I got changed, knickers off, the total gross part, put on the dressing gown to match the other ladies and my slippers and went to sit on a ‘red’ chair this time. This meant that was it, you’re on your way. We were all lined up like we’re ready for the slaughter house🐄 👍🏻

We sat patiently till our name was called into the side room, consisting of a desk, a bed, multiple surgical instruments, two nurses and the consultant ready to go down under😫

I sat down first and discussed my condition what they’re going to look for and the procedure. I also weirdly begged for pictures of my bladder as I wanted to see and record it🤷🏻‍♀️ he said I couldn’t take a picture of the screen but the images that go in my notes I could take a picture of so all good!

I laid down on the bed, feet in stirrups and took a deep breath🙈 he sat on the stool cleaned the down below area, with what I presumed was some surgical wipes and then said he’s ready. First of all they fill your bladder with a saline solution they do this using a catheter. The nurse beside me told me to grab her hand. I looked and did. I knew this was going to hurt.

So in it goes. Up my urethra. The instant feeling, I’ll be honest is horrific, an instant wave of feeling sick, I almost asked for a bowl🤢 They told me to pant and breath through it as if I was in labour. I could feel it move every inch into my urethra and then into my bladder. It was then an instant feeling of needing a wee, I panicked a little thinking I was going to wet myself😩 but this was to expand my bladder so it could be seen on the screen.

He pulled out this catheter and the rest of the fluid poured out all down to the floor. I’d thought I’d wet myself but they reassured it was just excess fluid when the tube was removed.

He then grabs the next tool, the cystoscope. My one was flexible, hence the reason I was still awake! So in he goes again feeling the tube move every inch up into your bladder, once it reaches the bladder you get instant relief, actually it’s more comfortable there, if that’s even possible in this situation.

I took my mind off things by looking at the screen. What other time do you get to see the inside of your bladder I was fascinated😏

He never noticed anything malicious, no growths, no reason to take a biopsy. He did find trepidation lines - five of them - which indicates early signs of an OVERACTIVE BLADDER. In your 20s you shouldn’t have any at all! Older ladies and men will have several lines, especially if they overactivity. See the image below!⬇️⬇️⬇️

He checked both my ureters which lead up-to my kidneys. Both looked fine! I then asked what are the red things floating which at first he didn’t notice.

He took a picture and they’re floating blood clots, either from past infection, kidney stone production where blood from the surrounding tissue and then led to my bladder, he had multiple reasons but couldn’t give me a definitive answer.

Interstitial cystitis was not on the cards, he found no signs, so I felt like all of this was a waste of time😭

He took everything out, the nurse dried all the areas, took my feet out the stirrups and then told me to stand up slowly as everything might feel weird.

I sat back on the chair, dressing gown on and talked to the consultant. He prescribed me with 3 months worth of antibiotics (Cefalexin 250mg) as a prophylaxis so my bladder could recover from infections.

He also advised bladder training. So out of caffeinated, fizzy drinks and alcohol only have one a day. Obviously this can be hard if I’m going out, busy day and purely forget but I do try!🥴

I took pictures of the bladder images he took. Left the room and went to sit back on my red chair.

Everything felt out of place down there. I remembered I urgently needed a wee and went to the toilet and to also put some knickers back on.

I expected a scene from Carrie with blood everywhere but for me it was okay. The stinging was there and uncomfortable feeling after but nothing too malicious.

I sat back down, got given one cefalexin to prevent any infection and a tea with biscuits for some energy. The nurses were all lovely during the procedure and very comforting afterwards, some of the women came out white as a sheet, horrible to see them before and after.

I had to sit for half an hour before they took my blood pressure. The nurse called me in, took it, hesitated and said I might have to stay for a while because it was low.

I asked how low because naturally I do have low blood pressure. I have been dancing since I was 4 and the sort of ‘athletic’ element of that as they call it, reduces blood pressure. She was annoyed by this as it wasn’t in my notes before, but I said it wasn’t my fault🤷🏻‍♀️

I was free to go, collected all my stuff, walked out of the suite, awkwardly I felt, and back towards the main waiting room, to see my mums face light up when she saw see me. She genuinely ran to me to get my bag and help me walk.

I was fine, I could walk just everything felt in the wrong place, like they he muddled it all up.🙈 I was exhausted to be fair and we just waited till my dad could pick us up.

We went home, I fell asleep and recovered for the week with some paracetamol and ibuprofen to reduce any swelling.

I experienced some bleeding generally on my pads during the week and definitely when weeing. It just felt like UTI symptoms. The aftercare was just rest really and I was bag to myself in a few days, the ‘everything out of place’ feeling did stay for about a week or so but eventually got back to my normal.

3 months of antibiotics then began...

#interstitial cystitis #cystoscopy #uti #chronic pain #undiagnosed #bladder

[screamingatanemptyroom]

Baby’s First Revenge Part 3

Continuation to Charlotte story of reincarnation and revenge. 

Part 1 / Part 2 

Enjoy!

I hate child actors.

Director Mark Tuttle sighed loudly as he watched yet another young girl robotically recite her lines. Her small hands clutched the script tightly, shaking slightly with nervousness.

“I. Will. Protect. You.”

What was with all the unnatural pauses? Mark suspected it had something to do with the child’s mother, who stood off to the side with a stiff, botox-enhanced smile while giving a thumbs up to her daughter. The look in that woman’s eyes… Mark shuddered, making a mental note to stay far away. She looked like the type that might stab him for not choosing her daughter.

“No. One. Will. Take. You. Away.”

And there was no way in hell he was choosing this girl.

Although sadly, she is one of the better ones of the bunch. The girl before had burst into tears halfway through her lines and had to be carried out, and one lost interest one sentence in and started monologue about how much she loved her pet cat. It gave him a headache just thinking about the options for the lead. Fortunately he was able to fairly easily find a child to play the boy character Jordan’s part. The personality was a little off, and it didn’t help the little twerp was the son of one of the executive producers, but at least the kid could act. The side parts were filled without too much difficulty as well.

Now all that was left was to find the main lead.

The girl left awkwardly after finishing her lines, leaving the group, which consisted of him, a couple of producers the head of casting and Peter the author, to discuss her performance.

“She wasn’t too bad.” Peter spoke up first.

“Wasn’t too bad?” Lacy, the head of casting, glared at the writer. “I’m so sorry for your loss, when is the funeral?”

Peter looked confused. “What do you mean?

“I assume you want to mourn the death of your good taste.”

“Everyone!” Mark cut in before the two could argue further. “Let’s not get carried away. The girl made it through her lines, but was definitely stiff. That may resolve with some coaching but for now candidates 3 and 14 remain our top choices.”

“At least they could somewhat act.” One of the producers grumbled.

“I think candidate 3 was fantastic, why are we even bothering to continue auditions?!” Peter seemed slightly frantic as he cut in again. “Did her mother slip you money? Or do you just have irritable bowels and need to leave the room to find a toilet?”

“Lacy…” Mark’s tone was not amused.

“I’m just saying, we all have places we would like to be, but I for one would like to consider ALL the candidates for the LEAD of this MULTIMILLION dollar production. Unlike some people I take pride in my work!”

“Hey!”

“Who says I was talking about you, Peter?”

“You were LITERALLY pointing at me!”

“That’s a surprise… given your previous statements, I just assumed you were blind.”

“SHUSH, or I physically separate you two.” Glaring at the offenders, he waited until they had both nodded with agreement before continuing. “Now. There is one candidate left to audition. Number 19. Lets hear her act before we come to any final decisions.”

Turning towards the door he gestured to the aide standing there. “Bring in nineteen.”

As they waited for the last girl to walk on the makeshift stage, Mark noticed his heartbeat quicken with excitement.

I wonder what kind of performance she’ll give us? Thinking of the child’s clear answers and determined gaze from before, he couldn’t help but look forward to seeing her acting skills. He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but found them raised nonetheless.

The girl walked in, her face still showing a confident expression similar to before. Her parents walked in behind her, sitting in the corner quietly. Mark couldn’t help but smirk to himself at their average presence.

How did two nice, normal people like that give birth to such a strange child?

Once she was positioned in front of them, he leaned forward, giving no indication that he had met her before.

“On the table beside you in a script for one of Edith’s key scenes. We will give you a few moments to look it over, and then will ask you to perform it. Lacy here will read the lines of the other characters. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation. She picked up the script and seemed to casually glance through it before lightly tossing it back on the table.

“I’m ready.”

“…” The group looked at each other uncomfortably. Finally Lacy pulled the microphone towards herself, clearing her throat.

“You have to perform the lines on the script as written.”

The little girl raised an eyebrow, her amused expression somehow making everyone questioning her to feel… childish. “I’m aware.”

“You’re ready?”

“So I’ve said.”

Peter let out a contemptuous snort at the girl’s confidence, but fortunately stayed silent.

“Then you may begin.”

Nodding her head, the girl took a deep breath, closing her eyes briefly. When she opened them, everyone found themselves leaning in, drawn by the change in the atmosphere around her. The cute little girl with the confident appearance was gone.

In her place was someone different… someone dangerous.

The air around her seemed tense, as if every muscle was poised to strike when needed. Her face was calm, almost expressionless, but her eyes… her eyes spoke volumes. They showed the soul of someone who trusted no one but herself, and was willing to fight to the death to protect herself and her own. They were the eyes of someone willing to take down the person in front of her or die trying.

“Leave us alone.” The voice was cold, threatening.

“Why should I?” Lacy playing the part of a thug, answered with a perfect belligerent tone.

The girl smiled, but it was only stretching her face, her eyes remained cold and angry.

“You might think we’re weak targets because we’re young, but you’ve got it wrong. I may not be stronger than you now, but I will be. All I have is time, and if you refuse to leave us alone… that time will be devoted to finding a way to destroy you.” Her hands clenched at her sides, if Mark didn’t know better, he would think she was ready to leap across the table and stab Lacy. His eyes wide, he motioned for Lacy to move on to the next scene.

“Why do they want to hurt us, Edith?” Lacy held out her script for a moment, showing the girl the new spot they were picking up from. Her voice had changed into a higher pitch suitable for a young, scared boy. The girl nodded, continuing the scene from where Lacy had left off.

“I will protect you.” Mark’s eyes opened wide, the girl’s threatening atmosphere had disappeared without a trace. What was left was a smiling, kind girl, giving off the atmosphere of a doting older sister.

“But…”

“No one will take you away from me.” The sentence was final, her confidence shining through. It was as if every part of her was striving to convince him that she would take care of him, even while her shoulders looked too thin to handle even the lightest of burdens.

Mark found himself breaking out into a large smile.

This is her. We’ve found our Edith.

 She was more than great, she was the living embodiment of the character he wanted to create. Small but strong, young but determined. Dangerous when needed to protect herself and her loved ones, but gentle in front of the boy she swore to take care of.

Perfect.

The others in the group smiled widely, the atmosphere relaxed as they all confirmed silently that she was the right candidate. Well… everyone except…

“You made a mistake.” Peter’s eyes were narrowed, a deep frown on his face.

“Mistake?” The girl asked, but no nervousness could be found on her face.

“The line was ‘No one can take you away.’ Not ‘No one will take you away from me.’” He shook his head. “If you hadn’t been so casual about studying the script, you wouldn’t have made that mistake.” 

Mark frowned. What was this idiot doing? This girl was by far the best candidate they had seen, but he seemed to want to find faults with her performance.

The girl didn’t lose her cool. “My apologies, I said the line as it was written in the book.”

“You can’t possibly know that…”

“Page 283, line 10.”

Peter froze at these words, but Lacy grabbed a copy of the novel from the table and found the page she had cited.

“Wow, she’s right.”

“So she happened to memorize one line, big deal.”

Lacy rolled her eyes. “And how did she know how to memorize that one particular line?”

“Luck.”

The girl spoke up again. “You can pick any page from the book, and I’ll act out Edith’s lines.”

Mark stood up. “There’s no need for us to go this far.”

“Ha. You’re just afraid your little favorite can’t follow through on her boasting.” Peter grinned, snatching the book from Lacy and turning to a random page.

“Peter…”

“It’s fine.” The girl smiled at him, and the director found himself shaking his head ruefully.

“Alright then. Go ahead Peter.”

“Page 102.”

Her smile stayed in place. “I’ll start from the top of the page.” Again the atmosphere changed, she hunched over, clutching her side as if hurt. Her face was pale, her eyes wide with pain, she bit her lip with enough force that Mark was worried that it would start to bleed.

“You think a little hit like that is enough to stop me?” Her voice was so cold that it seemed to chill the air around her.

Peter frowned, obviously wanting to find fault with her acting but unable to.

“Page 68.”

“Page 341.”

One after the other he tested her over and over, and each time she recited the dialogue from the book perfectly. Finally, when he called out a page number, she didn’t speak or act, but simply stood up, glaring at the author.

“What? Can’t you do it?”

Mark sighed as the other man taunted the five year old. Didn’t he realize how foolish he looked trying to bully a little kid?

The girl didn’t flinch. Staring at him silently for a few moments, she shook her head slowly, as if disappointed.

“Edith’s character doesn’t appear on that page.”

“…”

“…”

Peter read down the page and then snapped the book shut with an angry expression.

“Thank you, you may go, we’ll let you know the results shortly.”

Giving him a thumbs up, the girl left the room calmly, taking her stunned parents with her.

“I don’t like her attitude.” Peter snapped out right away.

Lacy stood up, visibly frustrated. “Who cares?!” She threw her hands up in the air. “That child could be the anti-christ for all I care, as long as she can act that well, we have to cast her!”

“But…”

“I think we are all in agreement.” Mark coolly interrupted the author, tired of his absurd excuses. “Candidate 19 will be cast as the main lead.”

Glancing down at his papers to read her information, he smiled. 

“Welcome to the cast, Charlotte.” 

Satisfied, he focused on tidying up his papers and preparing to leave. He felt no need to pay any further attention to the annoying writer.

Later he would regret it. He would wish he had looked over, that any of them had. That they would have studied the odd behavior Peter was showing just a little bit closer. But they didn’t. And so no one in the room noticed when Peter jerked at the sound of the child’s name, his face settling into an uncontrolled expression of rage.

“Congratulations, Charlotte!” When they got the call, her parents were overjoyed, hugging her tightly.

Charlotte grinned back at them, feeling relieved despite her previous appearance of confidence.

I wasn’t sure how much influence Peter would have on the casting. Not much, fortunately.

“You must be so excited! Our little girl is going to be a star!” Her dad swung her around in the air, beaming from ear to ear. “But of course we knew you would get the part!” He set her down. “You were amazing in there? How did you learn to act so well?” His voice betrayed his amazement at his daughter’s talent.

Years of growing up having to lie to survive. Where the difference between someone believing me or not could mean failing to protect Peter… “I must take after you, dad!”

He chuckled at her wide, innocent eyes and charming words. “Shameless flatterer.”

Her mom spoke up. “Like she said, takes after you.”

All three laughed and hugged before finally settling back down into a normal routine. Left to her own devices, Charlottes gaze grew sharp, as she sat in her room, planning.

Initially her plan had been to simply infiltrate the cast of the movie, and ruin it. She hadn’t wanted Peter to profit from his theft. But after reading the script, and meeting some of the staff who seemed genuinely passionate about bringing her story to the screen… she had changed her mind. She would star in the movie, give her characters the performance they deserved, and help this movie succeed. As for Peter… well, it was already fairly obvious that he couldn’t hold up under pressure when it cam to pretending to be the author of the book. With all the attention from a successful movie… and a few helpful hints from her… he would crack.

And when he did, she would be there to make sure everyone knew him for the fraud he was.

Not too long after, it was Charlotte’s first day on the set. Arriving with her father, who looked more nervous than she did, she was immediately greeted by a familiar looking woman.

“Hi Charlotte, I’m Lacy!” She bent down to Charlotte’s level, extending a hand with a smile. Charlotte took it, slightly confused.

“Weren’t you in charge of casting?”

The woman’s smile widened. “Good memory! I’ve decided to stay on scene and assist with coaching the child actors. My background is mainly as an acting coach, so you can depend on me.”

Tilting her head slightly to the side, Charlotte studied the woman carefully. She doesn’t seem to have any bad intentions. Charlotte thought back to when she had seen them all in the audition room, Lacy had been sitting on the opposite end of the table as Peter, almost as if they had been separated, and the writer had often looked over to glare at her as if displeased.

Well the enemy of my enemy…

Pulling her hand back, she tried her best to naturally smile back. “I look forward to working with you!”

“Me too!” Lacy chuckled. “Actually it was your performance at the auditions that made me want to get back into it. I just have a feeling that working with you won’t be boring.”

“I’ll try not to disappoint.”

Lacy led her into a room with several other children. “We’ll start with a read through from one of the scenes on the script, to help all of you get used to working together. Everyone, this is Charlotte, who will be playing Edith, our lead. Come say hi!”

A small group of children crowded over to obediently introduce themselves. Charlotte recognized two familiar faces. “Hey, it’s bully boy and teddy bear girl!”

“My name is Bruce, not bully boy!” The taller, older boy seemed to shrink down under her gaze, his retort muttered towards the ground.

“And I’m Laura!” The little girl grinned widely as she bounced in place nearby, apparently excited to see Charlotte. They both had snagged side character roles, interestingly enough that of a bully and her henchman.

“You’re playing a bully?” Charlotte raised an eyebrow at the timid young girl, who flinched.

“Y-you don’t think I can?”

“Who cares what I think? If you want to play a bully, go all out!” Lightly slapping the little girl’s back, she moved on to greet all the other child actors. Finally, there was just one person left. 

“Hey Charlotte.” The boy in front of her smiled sweetly, his delicate features making him seem vulnerable, needing protection. He stood in front of her, one hand extended out. For a moment, just a split second, his imaged overlapped with another in her memories, causing her to flinch backwards.

“Peter.” The word was whisper, but the boy heard it and was confused.

“No, I’m Brandon. I’ll be playing Jordan.” He shrugged, giving off an even brighter smile. “Guess we’ll be playing best friends.”

He still hadn’t lowered his hand, but Charlotte just stared at it, unwilling to touch him. Now that she looked at him closer, it was easy to tell he looked nothing like Peter as a young boy, but there was something about his expression, the light in his eyes…

He’s the same kind of person, the kind who would smile while he stabbed you in the back. Charlotte found herself wishing she were in a different room.

“What’s wrong? Are you afraid of touching boys are something?- OOF!” Bruce, still standing off to the side, had seen her reaction and teased her without thinking, ending his sentence bent over with her fist in his gut.

“Charlotte, hitting is mean.” Lacy admonished her halfheartedly. She then paused and added. “Strong work on hitting him where the marks won’t show on camera, though.”

Brandon’s smile wavered as he slowly lowered his hand. His mask was near perfect, in the past Charlotte might have fallen for it, and thought him an innocent, friendly boy.

But she knew someone with an even better mask. Compared to Peter, this kid was an amateur at hiding his disdain fro her and everyone around her. She backed away further, not wanting to accidentally touch him.

“Hey” Laura, the small girl from before, grabbed onto her sleeve and whispered in her ear. “Brandon is the executive producer’s son, My mom told me not to make him angry.”

Charlotte didn’t look away from the boy that made her skin crawl. “So?”

“Didn’t your parents warn you about him?” the girl pressed.

“Nope. But that’s okay.” Charlotte’s smile turned cruel. “We’ll just stay out of each other’s way. If he leaves me a alone, then i’ll do the same. But if he’s the kind of person i think he is… then his parents should have warned him about me.”

#writing #short story #part 3 #revenge #friendship #reincarnation #second chances #i think i remembered the links this time!

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Goretober (Day 4)

Prompt: Smile

Fandom: Winx Club

Characters: Mirta, Lucy, & Icy

Song Rec: Ween - Mutilated Lips

Summary: Chasing an urban legend, Mirta and Lucy visit a former cosmetic surgery clinic.

She didn’t exactly have the facial structure of a witch. None of her people did. The inhabitants of Dyamond, when it was still teeming with life, had classically fairy faces. Wide eyes and soft noses. Rounded chins and less prominent cheekbones. She supposed that it made sense considering that most of them chose to take up light magic. 

Icy was an anomaly in that regard, having an affinity for the dark. She had no use for the cuter, more delicate features that her people were known for. 

She has had work done before, an operation to give her nose a slight point. And she planned on doing the same with her chin. By the time she was finished, she would have sharper cheekbones as well. Overall, she was going for a more strikingly wicked look. Something like what Griffin had, but with a more beautiful edge. 

She glanced at the time, having another ten minutes before her operation, she scrolled through her texts, none of which were particularly fascinating. The ice witch drummed her fingers upon the armrest. 

She watched a few people with rather unfortunate facial structures step up to the counter and request consultation sessions. At least Icy could say that she wasn’t hideous upon her first entry, she was simply seeking out a more edgy sort of beauty. 

They called her into the room. “Don’t pay any mind to these.” The surgone motioned to pointed tools that line the tables. She had come to realize that, that was her standard greeting. They hadn’t intimidated her the first time she laid eyes upon them. 

Normally, she’d snap with a harsh, “let’s just get to the surgery.” But she thought it unwise to provoke the woman about to work on her face. 

Icy laid herself across the operating table, staring up at the dim and familiar lights. She could hear them humming faintly. Annoyingly. 

The woman fixed a mask over her face. Icy knew the procedure. Breathe in and count to ten, she thought before the surgeon said it. She inhaled and began the count. She didn’t look forward to waking up with bandages around her face, she supposed that it was a small price to pay in the grander scheme of things though. 

Her awakening was much different this time. For one thing, she was still in the operating room. For another, there was a searing pain central to her mouth. She parted it to grumble a, “what the fuck”, but the pain took on a new level of intensity. She almost fell back under. 

She heaved herself up. 

She saw her surgeon sitting at the opposite corner of the room sporting a grotesque grin. It took Icy a moment to register that the woman’s lips were puffy and stretched almost impossibly. They only stretched further when the woman’s smile widened. 

.oOo.

Lucy held up the old newspaper clippings. A chill ran down Mirta’s spine as she read the headline; Plastic Surgeon Murders Coworkers and Mutilates Clients. “I don’t want to read this, Lucy.” She wasn’t sure that she could stomach the details. Lucy, being Lucy, made a point of slowly reading it aloud. A grizzly piece about a surgeon who grew tired of dealing with bitchy clients. She snapped on a fine September day; slitting the throats of her coworkers and botching the surgeries they were in the middle of performing. Mostly, she focused on the mouths, injecting them with obscene amounts of botox or slashing the person a larger smile. To those that she resented the most, she did both.

“Okay, Luce.” Mirta cut in. But Lucy continued, “according to the article, she had one paitent that she hated the most. She saved her for last.” 

Mirta watched her skim the article. 

“Gave her the injections and the slashing. But apparently she gave the woman an unwanted and botched facelift too.” Lucy burst out laughing which had Mirta cringing more violently. 

“How can you laugh at that?” 

“Because it’s like five years old, who cares?” Lucy shrugged. “They shut the place down.”

“So?”

“So, it’s been abandoned for years.” When Mirta didn’t respond Lucy added, “don’t you want to know why?”

“Because what happened was gory and unethical and no one would want to be in a building that a massacre took place in?” Mirta guessed. 

“Correct! Almost.”

Mirta tilted her head. 

“We want to be in there, dumbass.” She gave Mirta a thump on the shoulder. 

“Maybe you do.” Mirta shuddered. 

“Come on. You are the one who said that you wanted to visit a haunted place.”

It was an activity she was beginning to rethink.

“The nurse mutilated her own lips too.” Lucy declared. “They say that she still haunts the place alongside a few of her victims.”

“Great, that’s nice, Lucy.” Mirta pretended to get herself invested with hex homework. Though she knew that she’d be finishing it in the lobby of a cosmetic surgery facility. 

.oOo.

“Come on, before we get caught.” Lucy hissed from the other side of the fence. “Be careful, there are barbs at the top. 

She could see thin lines of blood on Lucy’s palm, furthering her own hesitance. Eventually, with a deep breath, she was climbing over the fence, landing gracelessly when her skirt snagged on one of the barbs. She brushed her knees off and followed Lucy into the decaying building. 

Only five years into neglect and it was already host to a plethora of ivys and weeds. There was a musty smell clinging to the place, with an uninviting tang of disinfectants. Lucy peeled a few boards from the door and ducked under. 

Mirta clicked on her flashlight before making her own entry. The lobby was surprisingly clean, almost ordinary looking save for a single red splotch on the corner of the main counter. Lucy busied herself digging through the draws. She busted out laughing. “Carrie Glenn popped her tit implants and had to come in for new ones.” She slapped the file down. “This happened every other month!” Her voice dropped lower, “legend has it she still returns to this very clinic trying to fix that same boob.” 

“Lucy, that’s just stupid.” 

“Why are you laughing then?” 

“Because it’s so stupid.” Mirta insisted. She jumped at the sound of a metallic clatter. She whipped her head in its direction and then back to Lucy, eyes wide. Her friend only shrugged. 

“I think that we should…”

“Go back to the dorms?” 

“Check it out.” Lucy corrected. She didn’t leave much room for protest in walking down the dark hall. 

“At least turn your flashlight on!” Mirta called. There was no way that she was going to investigate. Not even a teeny chance. Especially if the sound had come from the room that she thought it did. 

She tapped her foot nervously on the tiles, she almost hated being alone as much as the idea of getting anywhere near the surgeon's death room. She began to pace. Eventually she had enough of the silence and called for Lucy. 

No answer. 

She tried again.

No answer. 

Her stomach knotted. “Come on, Lucy.” She mumbled to herself. She found herself going rigid and at first she couldn’t place why. The sound was faint, a rustling of papers. She didn’t want to turn around. But she did, hoping that she simply hadn’t noticed Lucy slipping back behind the desk. 

Instead, her eyes fell upon a tall  woman with long white hair. Her blue eyes were both stunning and piercing. She would have been gorgeous were it not for the unnatural swelling of her lips and the fountain of blood that streamed from them and onto her collar. 

Mirta jolted back, scrambling away until her back hit the opposite wall. She didn’t like the sound of the woman’s laugh. Mirta squeezed her eyes shut. Why was it she who was dealing with the crazy surgone, it was Lucy who had sought her out.

She felt cold fingers cupping her chin and tilting her head up. She closed her eyes harder. 

“Look at me.” The woman demanded. 

Mirta tried to shake her head. The woman didn’t command twice. She didn’t have to, Mirta opened them on her own and when she did she noticed that the skin on the woman’s face seemed to be stretched all too tightly over her skull. 

Some of the tension left Mirta’s body, it wasn’t the surgone that she was dealing with after all. 

“You should go.” 

“But I can’t leave Lucy.” 

The woman dropped her and fell back. It was hard for Mirta to keep her eyes from trailing to the woman’s mutilated mouth.

“I take it that you want one of these.” She pointed at her lips. The corner of her mouth tugged upwards as much as the swelling would allow.

Mirta shook her head.

The ghost opened her mouth but a loud clang and a shout fill the silence before she could. She looked towards the dark hall and then back at Mirta. Without another word, she faded. A deeper chill resonated from Mirta’s core. 

“Lucy?” She called meekly. “Luce?” 

She heard the rustle of fabric. Something shifting in the shadows. Mirta backed towards the door, prepping herself to heed the ghost’s advice. The figure partially emerged and Mirta could see the gleam of a combat boot. She breathed a sigh of relief. “Jesus, Lucy, you scared the shit…” 

Lucy held stiff and bloody hands at chin level, not quite touching her face. Her eyes bulged and tears roamed freely down them. But she was smiling. Smiling and gushing blood. A needle embedded in her cheek and another in her brow. 

She stumbled forward and reached out. 

At best she was a coward, at worst she was a selfish and dreadful friend. 

Mirta threw the door open as a pair of skeletal, scalpel wielding hands wrapped around Lucy’s eyes. 

#Goretober 2019 #Winx #Winx Club #Winx Icy #Mirta #Lucy #Fanfiction

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The Great Game

1st April

Sorry for the delay in posting. I needed a few days to get my head around what just happened.

It began, as everything did, with a big bang. There was apparently a gas leak in the house across the street. Of course, my time living with Sherlock means I know how meaningless the word 'apparently' can be. 

The police investigated and discovered that the house had been wired with explosives. The only other thing they found inside the house was a box. And inside the box was an envelope.

And inside the envelope was, of all things, a bright pink phone. Regular readers of my blog might remember the case I called 'A Study In Pink' . Needless to say, it was a bit of a surprise.

As is my sudden use of phrases like "regular readers of my blog". It seems I'm starting to enjoy writing up my life. It helps, though, when I discover that half of Scotland Yard are reading it. More on that later!

So, we switched on the phone and there was a message.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Five beeps or pips. Sherlock knew immediately that it was a warning. There were these secret societies who used to send five orange pips to people as a threat. There was also a picture of an empty flat which Sherlock recognised. It was downstairs. 221C Baker Street! We rushed over there and discovered a pair of trainers.

And then the pink phone rang. It was a woman. She was crying. It turns out that whoever was organising all this had arranged for this woman to be kidnapped and wrapped in explosives. If she didn't say exactly what she was told to say... Sherlock, naturally, was immediately caught up in the adventure. Didn't even register that some innocent person somewhere was going through Hell. The crying woman told us we had twelve hours to solve the first problem.

We went to Barts so that Sherlock could examine the trainers. I, as usual, didn't have a clue what the question was never mind the answer. We met up with Molly Hooper who introduced us to her boyfriend, Jim. Apparently, he worked in IT. There's that word 'apparently' again. Oh, and I've just seen how they first met.

Anyway, Jim left and Sherlock revealed to Molly that the bloke was clearly gay. As usual, he didn't care that this might, you know, not exactly be what she wanted to hear!

So, back to the trainers. Sherlock naturally got me to humiliate myself by examining them myself and getting everything wrong. He told me that they were twenty years old and that the pollen on them revealed they were from Sussex. Then he remembered a name - Carl Powers, a boy who had died when Sherlock was a kid. Everyone had assumed it was a tragic swimming accident but Sherlock was always confused by the boy's missing trainers. Now they'd turned up twenty years later and addressed to him. Sherlock discovered traces of Clostridium botulinim on Carl's trainers and concluded that he'd been murdered - the poison having been introduced to Carl's eczema medicine. Sherlock needed to let the killer know he'd worked it out so he typed a message on his website. I know some of you were confused by his bizarre posts the other day (posts regarding Raoul de Santos).

The crying woman then phoned again and was allowed to tell us where she was. The police found her and she was ok. Sherlock pissed me off though. He described the whole set-up as elegant. I asked him what he meant and he said that "I can't be the only person to get bored". Clearly, the killer was targeting him directly and he loved it.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Another message. Another photo. This time it was of an abandoned sports car. The phone rang. It was a man, as terrified as the woman had been earlier. He told us we had eight hours. ████████████ from Scotland Yard located the car and Sherlock examined it. It had been hired from a company called Janus Cars by a man called ████████████████ - a man who had disappeared. This one was pretty straightforward for Sherlock. Just one chat with the missing man's wife and a visit to Janus Cars and he had it all wrapped up. It was a simple insurance scam. Again, he posted the answer on his blog. The man wrapped in explosives was found and released. Turns out he'd been in central London. God, if Sherlock had got it wrong... The other thing is, like I say, he was enjoying it. Him and this mysterious killer were playing a game. Me, Mrs H, the people with the bombs, everyone else, we were just pawns. I thought back to a name we'd heard a couple of times - Moriarty. Could this be him? When I mentioned this, Sherlock's eyes lit up.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Another message. A third photo. This time it was someone I recognised but Sherlock didn't have a clue who she was. It's nice to occasionally be the clever one. The picture was of the recently deceased Connie Prince . Apparently, she'd died as a result of a tetanus infection but clearly our killer was suggesting otherwise. Again, we received a phone call. This time it was an old woman - and she was blind. I mean, who would do that? How could anyone do that? I went along to visit Connie's brother, Kenny. Sherlock went onto some internet forums and, with his usual tact and diplomacy, got answers that way . Between us, we worked out that while Connie's death had been made to look like the result of a tetanus infection, it had actually been caused by poison - their houseboy, ████████, had overdosed her on Botox! It would have almost been funny were it not for what happened next. Sherlock posted a message to his blog and, like before, the old woman called us. But this one made a mistake. She started to tell us about the man who'd tied her up and... He blew her up.

She lived in a block of flats. In Glasgow. Twelve people died.

I still can't quite get my head around it. This game between Sherlock and his... nemesis? Is that the right word? Twelve totally random innocent people had died because of it. I got so angry with Sherlock that morning. He didn't care. He admitted it. He just didn't care. As he pointed out, caring wouldn't save lives. I asked him if he found it easy not to care and he said yes. It was that simple. Maybe Sally Donovan is right. Maybe he is a freak.

Beep. Beep.

Another photo. This time of the Thames. Sherlock called Scotland Yard and they told him about a body that had been pulled out of the river. We went along and within minutes, Sherlock had worked out he was a security guard and that he was probably linked to a lost painting that had recently been rediscovered and put on display at the Hickman Gallery. Oh, and he revealed that the painting was a fake. I could explain how he did it but I think it's one of those 'you had to be there' moments. He also worked out what had killed the security guard. I say 'what' although technically it was 'who'. But, having seen the man, 'what' is probably a better definition. He was an assassin known as the Golem. He killed people by squeezing the air out of their body with his bare hands! Why he would have done this to some poor security guard was still a mystery so I went to the guy's flat and discovered a voicemail message from a Professor █████████. She had called him in response to him having discovered that something somewhere was wrong. The only other clue was that he was into astronomy. Sherlock worked out that the Golem had killed the security guard because he'd worked out that the painting was a fake. We concluded that Professor █████████ worked at a planetarium and rushed over there. But we were too late. The Golem was there and it killed her. Then, it attacked Sherlock. I don't think I've actually seen him scared before. Me, I was bricking it! I'd seen horror in Afghanistan. But this man was barely human. He really was a monster! I managed to rescue Sherlock (by whacking the Golem with my gun - I never said I was subtle) but the creature got away.

We returned to the gallery and Sherlock confronted the curator. She denied everything - insisting that the painting was real - and there didn't seem to be much we could do. Then the phone rang once more.

It was a child.

The child started to count down from ten. Sherlock was screaming into the phone that the painting was a fake but the killer clearly wanted proof. Sherlock stared at the painting as the child continued to count down to his own death. And then Sherlock, at the last minute, worked it out. It was how the security guard had guessed it was a fake and why he'd phoned a professor at a planetarium. There was a supernova in the painting that didn't appear in our skies until 1858. Therefore, the painting couldn't have been painted by an artist living in the 1640s. The child stopped counting.

The curator admitted that she'd arranged for the painting to be created. She'd been put in touch with various people and they'd all seemed to be working for one man. You've guessed it. Moriarty.

Back at the flat, and we waited for another call. Nothing seemed to be happening though so I decided to visit my girlfriend, Sarah. I had just left the flat when a taxi pulled up alongside me. The taxi driver asked if I wanted a lift but I told him I was getting the Tube. He then said that he hadn't been asking me, he'd been telling me. I looked at him and I saw the gun pointing at me and so I got into the taxi.

They must have knocked me out because the next thing I can remember is waking up to the smell of chlorine. I was in a sports centre, near the swimming pool. And I was wearing a bomb. I could feel it under the jacket they'd put me in. Then a voice sounded in my ear and I realised I was wearing some kind of earpiece. It said that I knew the drill and I was to repeat word-for-word what he said otherwise I'd never be writing my blog again.

I was made to walk out into the swimming pool area where, I discovered, Sherlock was waiting. The voice in my ear, which I vaguely recognised, told me to say some stuff - which, I realised, gave the impression that I was behind it all. That I, John Watson, was Moriarty. I could see the look in Sherlock's eyes - a flash of, not anger, but hurt. For a second, he looked like a little, lost child. I should have been horrified that he'd even doubt me for a second but, to be honest, it was so refreshingly human of him. He actually did value our friendship. He did, despite himself, care. Then he saw the explosives on me and he realised what was happening.

And at that moment, out stepped Moriarty. It was Jim. Molly Hooper's boyfriend from the IT department at Barts! Even that little meeting had been part of the game. The two men talked, both clearly pleased to, at last, be face to face. Again, I felt like a pawn in their game. Especially when a laser sight appeared on my chest. One wrong move and some stranger in the dark would shoot the explosives. I watched as they talked. Jim Moriarty was the total opposite to Sherlock but they were also so very alike. He was a consulting criminal. People came to him and he arranged whatever they wanted. And while they talked, I stood there wearing enough explosives to kill all of us. I was the only one who seemed even aware of this. Suddenly, I grabbed Moriarty. I knew that his assistant (his John Watson?) wouldn't kill him. But the laser sight simply moved to Sherlock's head and I was forced to let go. For a second, I wondered if Sherlock would have done the same for me but then all I knew for certain was, at that moment, I knew I was going to die.

Except I didn't because Moriarty changed his mind. He said that he'd kill Sherlock one day but that, for now, he was letting us go. It really was just a game to him. He left and Sherlock ripped the explosives off of me. We were getting our breath back when suddenly so many laser sights appeared. Moriarty returned and said he had changed his mind again!! We were going to die, after all. Sherlock simply pointed his gun at the discarded explosives. If we were going to die, so was Moriarty.

I held my breath for what seemed like months. I had no idea what either of them would do. Moriarty clearly had no discernible human feelings and Sherlock had claimed not to care. Could this be it? Was I really going to die? In a sports centre?

Which is when Moriarty's phone rang. He took the call and called off his gunman. He was letting us live. And, as I finally breathed out, he left.

And that's how Sherlock Holmes and I lived to see another day.

16 comments

Haha! You're the April fool! You posted this after midday!!

Harry Watson 01 April 12:11

It's all true, Harry!

John Watson 01 April 12:22

PMSL!!!

Harry Watson 01 April 12:24

I don't even want to know what that means.

John Watson 01 April 12:30

That's amazing mate!

Harry Watson 01 April 12:36

Sherlock Holmes is a genius!!

Jacob Sowersby 01 April 12:37

your writing style is terrible

theimprobableone 01 April 12:38

*comment deleted*

Harry Watson 01 April 12:39

How rude!

Marie Turner 01 April 13:12

It's me, Mrs Hudson again.

Marie Turner 01 April 13:13

Shall we just get you a computer for Christmas, Mrs H?

John Watson 01 April 13:14

I do like a good story.

Anonymous 01 April 13:25

Still alive then?

Sherlock Holmes 01 April 13:28

Oh, very much so. See you soon.

Anonymous 01 April 13:33

I'm still so sad about Connie :(

Joy 01 April 13:56

Do feel free to call me, when you get a moment, John.

Sarah Sawyer 02 April 01:03