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lilsedge · 4 months

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The Judgement Day’s Girl (Part 15)

Warnings: panic attack

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Y/N felt like a toddler being scolded by her parents because she colored on the wall or something bad. This was definitely different from coloring on a wall. The question was whether their opinion of Y/N would change after witnessing that.

“Sweetie, you have to answer,” Finn says. “What is that?”

“I-” Y/N starts. Rhea gently touched her chin, causing her to look up and stop. Then Rhea gave Y/N the continue look, while sitting on the couch next to Dom. Y/N kept her chin up, but didn’t hold eye contact with any of them.

“Look at one of us,” Damian demands. “Then say what that was.”

Y/N looks at Finn because he seemed less disappointed in her. She starts to explain, “well he called me when I left your guys’ room and I talked to him and we made up. Everything felt okay. Like he didn’t hate me anymore.”

“What if he does all that?” Rhea says. She sounded so mad. Just as Y/N was about to speak again, there was a knock at the door. It was a crew member telling them that they needed Judgement Day.

They all stand and move towards the door. Damian and Rhea made it clear they were angry with the girl. Dominik gave her a more disappointed look while Finn stopped walking up to the girl and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Y/N felt relieved knowing that Finn didn't express too much disappointment over her actions.

Y/N couldn’t handle sitting in the room alone anymore. She grabbed her phone and messaged her dad back and walked out. Asking the backstage members about Damage Ctrl's location, she made her way to their locker room.

“Guys, please help,” she says, closing the door quickly.

“What’s wrong?” Iyo questions.

“My dad was messaging me when I was out with Candice wrestling. They checked my phone, and it was him. God, they are so mad. Well, Finn isn’t mad, but oh my god,” Y/N rants, pacing the room.

“Okay. I honestly don’t think we know how to help, but we can calm you down,” Dakota says.

Bayley grabs Y/N’s hand and sits her on the couch in between the other two girls. Bayley kneels in front of Y/N. They each run their hands up and down her arm, back and leg. Y/N takes some deep breaths to calm her nerves down. It takes a few minutes to get there but Damage Ctrl was patient with the girl.

“It’s okay. If you feel overwhelmed in the room with them, you know where we are,” Bayley says, holding her hand.

“God, their match should be over soon. I should go,” Y/N says, getting up.

“Wait! Don’t overwhelm yourself,” Bayley says, standing up with her.

“Yeah okay. I’m gonna take deep breaths and think I’m in your locker room. I feel safe here,” Y/N admits.

Bayley smiles at her before opening the door for her. She lets Y/N out and closes the door. There was a look on her face, like she was going to be worried about her friend.

Y/N walked back into the locker room and all four of them were sitting down already. She closes the door and stops. Ready to be yelled at.

“Come sit,” Finn says, patting the spot next to him. She puts her phone in her pocket and sits next to him.

“Phone the table,” Damian demands.

“Wait what?” Y/N questions.

“Phone on the table,” he replies, this time with a more strict tone.

“But it’s my phone and I want to keep it in my pocket,” Y/N argues.

“No, you don’t get to keep it in your pocket, put it on the goddam table,” Damian says, raising his voice.

Y/N looks at him, then her eyes move around the room. Dominik seemed almost scared for the girl. Rhea was also giving her the same look Damian was and Finn was reaching into her pocket, pulling out her phone. She had to do a double take because she didn’t expect him to grab the phone out of her pocket.

Once it’s on the table, she goes to reach for it again, but Finn grabs her hands and holds them back. Y/N sends a glare at Finn before huffing and looking back at Damian.

“Why are you disobeying us?” Damian questions.

“When the fuck did I disobey you guys?” Y/N replies with a question.

“Watch the attitude,” Rhea demands.

“When did I disobey you guys? Because you have said none of the such to not contact my own father again,” Y/N says.

“But Y/N, he’s been hurting you. You can’t keep going back to him,” Finn says.

“Yeah and I don’t want to be like Dominik,” Y/N says, pointing at Dom.

“What is that supposed to mean?” he questions her.

“It means I actually want to have my father in my life. Not betray him because I’m ‘in his shadow’. It sucks, yeah, but he’s been wrestling here since I was two months old. Of course, people are going to care for him more than me,” Y/N says, managing to get out of Finn’s grip and grabbing her phone. She gets up and starts walking to the door.

“Where are you going?” Rhea questions.

“Anywhere but here right now because you guy obviously aren’t happy with me,” Y/N replies, walking out the door.

There was no protest from the four still in the room. Probably because she didn’t take her bag. She makes her way to the Damage Ctrl locker room and just barges in.

“They literally said I was ‘disobeying’ them,”

Y/N says.

“What?” Dakota questions, loudly.

“I know, right? I honestly don’t know if I could go back to the room and get my bag,” Y/N huffs, sitting down on the couch.

“Want us to get it?” Bayley asks.

“No, they can take care of it,” Y/N says. “I just want to see my family again. Like Beth, dad, Lyric and Ruby. This is getting too much right now. They have no right to be mad at me. I get it. I’m talking to my father, but can’t I have a father figure and still be okay with them? He’s not even wrestling right now, so I have more focus on me than on my father.”

“That’s exactly right. I don’t understand why they are so mad at you,” Dakota says, brushing Y/N’s hair out of her face.

“Omg, I just don’t get it,” the girl replies, laying her head on Dakota’s shoulder.

“Want to sleep it off?” Dakota questions, rubbing her hand up and down Y/N’s arm.

“Please,” Y/N says, getting up and grabbing one of Bayley’s bags.

The four of them made sure they made their way out very sneakily, so that Y/N’s lover or whatever they are wouldn’t see them. Y/N almost fell asleep on Dakota’s shoulder, but with Iyo managing to hit every single bump in the road, there was no sleeping.

Her phone, surprisingly, didn’t go off. That was different. That made her mind run; they hated her. They didn’t want to see her anymore. She had finally disappointed them. She hated that. Why couldn’t she just have her father and then? Life doesn’t work like that. Life has got to be so difficult, especially for Y/N. Life was always difficult for the poor girl.

“Are you ready to go to bed?” Bayley asks.

“Very much,” Y/N replies, helping the three girls take their bags to the room.

Once they were in their room. Y/N really needed to go to the bathroom, so she did. There was a knock on the door. She heard it open.

“Here is her bag,” says a muffled voice.

“Oh thanks,” Dakota says.

“Tell her we don’t want to see her for a bit,” the muffled voice says.

The door closes and Y/N comes out. Dakota was standing there with her bag, so she took it out of her hands and dropped it on her suitcase.

“You heard that,” Iyo questions.

Y/N just nods. If she spoke at this point, she’d most definitely let some tears roll down. Y/N got into some shorts and a baggy shirt. She crawls into Bayley’s open arms. Y/N grips her one hand on the older girl’s shirt like a little kid would to her mother, but it was two best friends. One trying so hard not to burst into tears right now, while the other was just there to comfort her.

Her memories suddenly flooded with all the wrong things that happened in her life. Her mother left not once, but twice. Her father almost being paralyzed. Her first heartbreak. Her last heartbreak which was Dom. Her dad telling her man's things and this moment here. Of course, there was a lot more that happened in her life, but she thought of the main ones in her mind.

Bayley felt a wet spot on her shirt and the grip on her shirt slowly being let go. The head laying on her chest got slightly heavier, and the breathing slowed down. Bayley looks over at the other bed. The two girls were looking at the girl in her arms. They were worried about her. This all was too much for her and she just needed a break.

Her phone started ringing. Dakota picked it up and realized it was her father. Dakota answered it and explained to Adam how his daughter was doing and that she needed to take a break. Adam and Beth both agree that Y/N needs a break from the company and the other employees.

The girls would talk to Y/N about it in the morning. She needed to get away from these people and just relax with her sisters and parents.

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This is part 15!! Part 16 is also almost finished it’s being done the best it can be. Finals are happening and I’m stressing out a bit so I hope you enjoy! Have a good night morning or afternoon

#wwe x reader #wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine #dominik mysterio x reader #the judgement day #damian priest x reader #finn balor x reader #rhea ripley x reader #wwe

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igotanidea · 10 months

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Father's day present : dad!Jason Todd x mum!reader

I'm so in love with this graphic UwU.

Requested by @parkjammys: sweet Jason fluff of him and his girls celebrating his first Father's Day, and although his baby girl is only a like year old she just knows her mum is giving dad kisses and copies her. (hope this will lift your spirits a bit, candice :) )

This is just purest form of fluff. Get your tissues ready.

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„Who’s my little sunshine?” Y/N cooed standing above the cradle watching her 1 year old daughter with a bright smile and yet, slightly wet eyes.

God!

If a year ago someone told her, that despite all the vigilantism she will have a kid with Jason, she would simply laugh at that person face.

But now? Now, she was the happiest woman on earth. She had an amazing partner and a child, both of whom she loved with all her heart. And it was even better since it was fully reciprocated.

“Gagagaga” d/n babbled, putting her little fingers in her mouth, laughing at her mother’s funny face, looking just so adorable.

“Oh, my little one” Y/N reached inside and her daughter immediately extended her tiny arms, ready to be lifted and hugged. “Who’s mummy’s daughter?” Y/N rubbed d/n nose, getting another giggle “You are. Yes, you are. Oh, I love you so much, peanut” the girl kissed the top of her daughter head, rubbing her back and holding her tightly to her chest. “And your daddy loves you too. And why we speak of your dad, we have a very special day today, you know….”

“Dada, dada, dada…..”

“Yes, honey. Dada. That’s right.” Y/N sighed “It’s Jay’s first father’s day and we are both going to make sure it’s special for him. God knows, how much he had to go through to get just a bit of happiness with us.”

“Dada!” d/n crowed again, squirming in her mother’s arm as apparently she saw something behind. At first, Y/N got scared that some assassin broke into the house and were to attack, hurt or kidnap them both, giving Jace another trauma instead of a happy father’s day (can you blame her considering the past experience?), but it was just the talk of the devil.

“Well, hello to you two my lovely daughter and her equally lovely mother.” Jason smiled brightly, closing the door behind him.

“Hi, honey.” Y/N whispered taking a moment to appreciate him being safe and healthy, not bruised, bloodied, scared or bleeding. Despite the fact that he didn’t fully give up on his vigilantism, he was far more careful during patrols. He knew what he had to loose. And that little moments, where they could just be a normal family, laughing and spending time together were everything for Y/N.

“How was my troublemaker today?” Jason took a step forward, leaning over and pecking Y/N’s forehead “did you get some time for yourself?”

“Just a bit. But you know, d/n is definitely father’s daughter” Y/N let out a chuckle “quicksilver. Gotta keep an eye on her cause otherwise….”

“Oh, I know what can happen. Do you need rest, love?”

“No, not really” the girl shook her head “I rest best knowing I have you two with me. But. Since it’s your celebration, we got a little gift for you. Can you take her so I can bring it?” Y/N handed the daughter to Jace who grabbed her tightly and did a little helicopter in the air, making funny sounds and entertaining his little girl. And to think that he was the one worried he would be a bad father.

He was the best.

“Wait, you said my celebration?” he frowned a bit, confused “it’s not my birthday or anything like that so what….?

“Oh, please, don’t tell me you forgot” Y/N yelled from the other room and soon came back holding a small paper bag “It’s father’s day, obviously.”

“Oh.” Jason’s eyes grew wide. His very first father’s day. The second that thought hit him, his eyes watered a bit. There was still this little, vicious voice inside, that sometimes told him that he did not deserve any of this. That after everything he did, he should not ever interfere with anyone’s life. That no matter how hard he would try, one or both of his girl will end up getting hurt because of him.

“Jace….” Y/N quickly approached him, cupping his cheek, recognizing all the signs of his doubts and memories and impending mental breakdown “Jason, baby, look at me.” He listened, his eyes focusing on her pretty face “I love you.” she simply said “your daughter loves you. We need you, baby. The past is in the past, what you did or who you were does not define you, you hear me? That was not you.”

“thank you….” he whispered “it’s just…. a lot.”

“I know, love, but you are not alone. Hell, you should know by now you will never be. You got us. You got family, Jason.”

“I love you both.”

“We know.” Y/n smiled and stood on her tiptoes, capturing Jason’s lips in hers quickly, pulling away way too soon for his liking. So taking the initiative, adjusting his grip on his daughter, he wrapped his other hand around the mother, pulling her back.

“I’m not done with you.” he mumbled, leaning forehead on hers.

“Really?” Y/N smiled, pecking his right cheek and then left and then his nose, giggling.

“Still not enough.” he connected their mouths again, kissing her with all the love and passion he felt. Jason was not good with words, especially with the big ones, but his actions and his gestures were the best expression of them and Y/N learned that through the years they were together.

“Jason!” the girl squealed and pulled away the second she felt his hand sneak under her T-shirt “Not in front of our daughter! And not now!”

“Later than?” his eyes became a bit darker as he watched the blush creeping on Y/N’s cheek. At this point answer wasn’t even necessary. “Besides.” He continued as d/n started wriggling a bit “I don’t think our grig mind us being all touchy-feely towards each other.”

“What do you…?” Y/N started, but as her gaze landed on her daughter she couldn’t hold back a laugh. D/N put her little arms on Jason’s shoulder for some balance as she leaned forward pressing her little, soft lips against his cheek leaving a wet mark. And then she giggled and repeated the action two more times.

“mamamamama”

“Oh yes, that’s right. That’s what mummy does to make daddy feel better” Jason whispered, heart clenched with all the feelings “guess she got her observational skills and intelligence from you, Y/N. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For making this the best father’s day I could ever imagine.”

“You didn’t even open your present yet…..” Y/N pointed out.

“You both are my presents. I just want to be with you and hold you. Is that ok?” he whispered.

“Sure, Jason. As long as you want.”

“Perfect.” He sighed deeply and closed his eyes, minds wandering in some places only he knew. “But I still get to open that bag, right?” it only took him a minute to get back to his smug attitude he didn’t lose during the years.

“Sure, babe. We definitely have a no return policy when it comes to any present.”

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raya-hunter01 · 5 months

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Will You Be My Lady? Pt. 2

One Shot! Finale

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Candice)

Roman x Black Female OC!

Jimmy x Trin

Rating: 18+

Warning: oral, fluff,Sex

Summary: Candice suffers from a painful past with the Tribal Chief Roman reigns. In the aftermath, Main Event Jey Uso is begging for a chance to show her all love and affection. Will Candice go back to her ex or will she allow Jey to show her love?

She’s mine

The loving atmosphere in the club had me on edge and watching Candice singing her heart to of all people my cousin had me pissed off.

“Joe, I’m ready to go,” Sasha said as I groaned watching Jey walk backstage.

“Go, pay the bill, I gotta use the bathroom,” I said giving her my credit card. Getting up I followed the path Jey had gone but discreetly.

I slowly pulled the curtain back and felt my blood boil as I watched him and Candice.

“I can’t believe this shit,” I muttered totally caught off guard with the scene in front of me.

“You know I get what you sayin’ and all, it’s just gon’ be hard not to kiss you when I want to,” Jey said as Candice laughed against him. She blushed, she used to be this way with me, and now she’s lovin’ up on my fucking cousin.

“Who said you couldn’t?” she said pulling away from him as Jey moaned at her words. I’ll fuckin’ kill him…..

What the fuck is happening, I mean I know I fucked up, but we always found a way to work shit out.

“So, what you sayin’ beautiful?” Jey asked, leaning her up against the wall towering over her. I saw Candice looking at Jey like she was ready to fuck him right there as she pulled him closer standing on her tiptoes.

I held my breath waiting to hear her response.

“It means It depends on your answer to my question. Can I love you in slow motion Joshua?” she whispered against his lips as Jey took her in a passionate kiss.

I couldn’t take it anymore just as I was about to interrupt the love fest I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder.

“Joe what are you doing?” Trin asked as I turned towards her having seen enough.

“Uh, nothing Sasha and I are about to head back to the room. I thought this was the bathroom but I was wrong,” I said trying to keep my face unbothered as she moved me to the side and peaked behind the curtain seeing Candice and Jey still in their own world kissing.

“Joe, let her be, she deserves to be happy. You’re with Sasha and god knows who else, why can’t she have someone,” Trin whispered as I growled….

“Not with him, Trin!” I hissed as she jumped slightly at the harsh tone of my voice. “Not with my fuckin’ cousin, I can’t let that shit slide,” I said angry more at myself than Jey if I was really honest with myself.

“Joe, she has a right to move on with her life. It’s been a year,” Trin said as I turned and began walking away from her. “She’s mine and I ain’t gon’ stand for the disrespect,” I said trying to get away as fast as I could from her nosey ass following me.

“Joe!…. Don’t do anything crazy!” Trin shouted as I waved her off storming past Jimmy completely ignoring him.

“Who the fuck, does he think he is?” I muttered seeing Sasha by the door. “Hey, what’s wrong baby,” she said trying to touch my arm as I snatched it away.

“Not now, let me take you back to the room. I ain’t in the mood tonight alright.” I said walking past her and putting on my coat.

“Well, what crawled up your ass,” she said as I turned giving her a murderous glare. “Look, you can either get in the car or you can stay here and find your own way back,” I said as she rolled her eyes.

“I know that girl Tiffany that you cheated on Candice with does everything you ask because she’s desperate, but I ain’t the one, Joe. She said as I sneered at her invading her space.

“Fine, stay yo’ ass here, and don’t call me again,” I hissed walking away from her.

“You gon' end up alone Joe because this Tribal Chief shit has gone to your head and has brought out the worst in you. What happened to you?!” She screamed as I continued walking away, ignoring her.

I didn’t need any damn lip from her, I’ll call Tiffany and get her ass back in rotation after I get Candice back where she belongs.

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Trin’s POV

“Where the hell big Uce come from?” Jimmy said as I sat down beside him. “He was spying on Candice and Jey. Jurdy, he just saw them kissing,” I said totally worried now.

“Ah shit, well that ain’t good, warn Candice. I’ll try to get Uce alone,” Jimmy whispered as he pointed at Candice and Jey who were on their way back to the table.

“Hey bestie,” Candice said sitting beside me as Jey kissed her cheek. “I’ll get you a ginger ale,” he said as Jimmy looked at me. “Uh, I’ll go wit you Uce,” Jimmy said following Jey.

“What’s wrong with you? Candice said looking at me as I sighed. “Girl, Joe knows about you and Jey,” I blurted out all at once as she looked and shook her head. “Trin, I ain’t worried about Joe and what he knows. I’m with Jey and there’s nothing he can do about it,” Candice said as I hoped she was right and Joe would cool off and let her be.

Jimmy’s POV

What you gon do Uce i asked as Jey rolled his eyes at me.

"Well I’m glad he saw us, he shouldn’t have been nosey. I ain't hiding how I feel about Candice anymore," I said not caring that he knew.

I wasn’t going to hide Candice, she deserved the world and I was going to give it to her. "I want ya’ll both happy Uce. Just be careful, Jimmy said as we waited on the drinks.

"I'm always careful twin, I got this I," reassured him. Nothing Joe had going on was gonna spoil my night. I had my girl, my career, man everything was perfect right now and I was gon' enjoy it no matter who had a problem with it.

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Hilton Hotel

Atlanta, Ga

Joe’s POV

“Hey, um I was wondering if you could help me?” I asked the desk clerk who seemed to be a fan as to how she was smiling all dreamy at me. Yes, this will be a piece of cake.

“Sure how may I help you? she asked as I smiled at her turning on the charm. “Yes, I’m in room 541 and I somehow deactivated my key. I’ve been trying to call my wife to let me in but she seems to have fallen asleep” I said as she began typing.

“The room is in my wife’s name it’s Candice Jones,” I said giving her my ID. After a few minutes, my attempt at getting a key to her room was a bust.

“Well unfortunately there Is nothing I can do for you Mr. Anoa’i. Especially since I see you also have a room in your name on the seventh floor. Also, your name isn’t listed as a guest in room 541 either,” the clerk said as I tried to remain friendly.

“Oh, yea my wife and I always book an extra room, almost like a decoy for fans sometimes. It’s hard for us to have privacy sometimes,” I said rolling the lie off my tongue hoping she would buy it.

“I’m so sorry you guys have to do that. It’s really sad but in order for me to give you a key to that room I would need your wife to come down and give permission for you to get a key. We also can do a wellness check with security if you would like,” she said as I frowned. No, I want the fucking key.

“Uh, that’s ok I’ll keep calling her. I’m sure she will open the door soon,” I said stalking towards the elevator. Damn it! I needed to see Candice, she can’t do this to me…Not with him…No.

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Hilton Hotel

Jey’s room

Candice’s POV

“Shit, let me open the door baby.” Jey moaned as I kissed and nibbled on my neck. “You been teasing me all night lookin’ sexy as fuck with all this red outfit on. I can’t control myself,” I groaned, gently biting his neck before swirling my tongue over the sensitive area as he growled.

“Fuck, well who am I to stop you? Damn, that feels so good, lose control baby,” he panted as I smirked against his throat.

“Mmm, you betta hurry up cause anybody walking by bout to see to me on my knees swallowing all dis' dick,” I moaned unsnapping his pants and sticking my hand inside caressing his dick.

“Fuck, you wildn’, I love dat' shit,” Jey groaned as he finally got the door opened, ushering me inside.

“I want to taste you,” I whispered against his mouth taking him in a short deep kiss as Jey moaned, cradling my head as we explored each other’s mouths only pulling apart to catch our breaths.

“Are you sure? I know you wanted to wait, baby,” he said searching my eyes for apprehension as I smiled at him. “Take off your shirt,” I whispered pushing his pants and underwear down as he made quick work of his shirt throwing it across the room.

I felt my breath catch in my throat as I saw him in all his glory. Growling Jey grasping my throat, attacking my mouth with his as I whimpered against him with need.

I wanted him so bad this whole waiting thing may have to wait. I needed him, especially with how put it down tonight earlier in that dressing room. I’ve been horny as fuck ever since.

I untied my wrap dress, pushing it off my shoulders, standing before him clad in my lacy bra and underwear set. Slowly I took them off giving Jey a show as he pulled me close to his chest.

His hands caressed my body as he looked at me with want and need. “You so fuckin’ sexy, he moaned as I kissed him, caressing my tongue against his slowly as he growled with urgency as our tongues danced together as I pulled him closer.

“Shiiiit! I promised I wouldn’t rush you baby, but you makin’ it real fuckin’ hard Candice,” Jey panted as I smirked against his lips. Slowly pushing him against the wall, as I then kneeled before him.

“Mmhm, I see… It’s real hard Jey, I said seductively biting my lip as Jey looked at me in anticipation licking his lips.

Jey’s POV

“Shit, what you gon’ do about it, baby?” I moaned as she looked up at me innocently. Fuck that’s the most sexist shit I have ever seen.

“I’m gon’ give you what you been dreamin’ bout baby,” she moaned teasingly taking me in her mouth, gently grazing her teeth down my dick.

“Fuck, make my dreams come true and stop playin’ wit it. Suck dat' dick shit," I groaned as she took all my dick into her mouth slightly gagging. I then felt her throat relax around my dick.

“Ah fuck, you swallowed it all didn’t you baby,” hissed in shock looking down at her. “Mmhum,” she moaned as my hands went to the back of her head, her mouth vibrating on my dick making my whole body shiver as she worked me over. Damn, she knew what to do wit that sexy ass mouth.

“Got damn, that mouth, Ma,” I panted as her eyes meet mine as she continued to take me deeper and deeper.

“Yessss! Take it all in yo’ mouth baby fuck!,” I praised as she seemed to be on a mission now, sucking my dick greedily bobbing her head faster as I tried to not lose control and yank her ass up off the floor and fuck her against this wall.

I could only see the top of her head as she was indeed giving me the best head I ever had steadily bobbing as I gasped trying to last as long as possible, but fuck her mouth felt so good.

“Look at me baby, I need to see you,” I gasped as she looked up at me. I almost came on the spot as her seductive bed eyes held me captive as she continued to please me.

I growled in gratitude seeing her this way, that slight arch in her back, her ample ass lookin’ like it was made perfectly for my hands.

Damn, dreams do come true if you wait patiently.

Candice’s POV

I have never wanted a man more than I wanted Jey right now. His eyes and moans tellin' the story of how good I’m making him feel. I can tell he was close.

I wanted him to know that I give as good as I get. He belongs to me now.

“I’m close, wait baby a second,” he moaned as ignored his pleas and began sucking him faster. “Damn, you tryin’ to make me cum ain't you? Shit, make me cum then, you can get all dis' nut baby, I faintly heard him whisper encouraging me as I continued to give him what I knew he needed.

Jey’s POV

“Here it come Candice,” I rasp cummin’ hard in her mouth, groaning as her mouth continued to milk me dry as I rubbed and caressed her back. “Fuck, I needed that," I moaned in satisfaction trying to catch my breath as my body relaxed.

“Are you ok baby?” Candice asked looking at me with a sly smirk, slowly standing up, swirling her tongue around her lips. Groaning I closed my eyes. “I’m good…Yo', ass is deadly though,” I sighed as she laughed.

“What are you talkin’ about, I just wanted to taste you and by the way you tasted yummy,” she purred innocently giving me a chaste kiss on the lips as I growled. “You playin’ a dangerous game,” I whispered deepening our kiss.

“Mmm, I like playin’ dangerous when it’s with you,” she whispered as I smirked against her lips scooping her up and carrying her to bed. Yea, I could definitely get used to this.

Candice’s POV

I wanted him so bad but I said I wanted to wait but what was I waiting for exactly, we’ve known each other for years.

If it ended tomorrow, I would have no regrets and that was the honest truth. I felt safe with him and I knew he would protect me with everything within him and I really wanted him in this moment.

“Hey, where did you go beautiful?” Jey asked caressing my face as I blushed. “Just thinking is all,” I said looking at him smiling

"Aye, we ain’t gotta do nothin’ you don’t want to," he said reassuring me as I took his hand and placed it between my thighs as he groaned caressing my wet center.

"Does this feel like I'm not ready for you?" I moaned as he licked his lips, moaning at the words and the feel of my wet warmth soaking his hand.

“Damn you soakin' wet Candice, shit! Did I make you this wet baby?" Jey groaned in satisfaction never stopping his movements, rubbing my clit torturously slow.

“Mmm, yes, you do this to me, It’s like I’m on fire,” I moaned not caring if it made me seem weak as we shared a breathless kiss as he overpowered all my senses.

“Look at me Candice,” he commanded as I fought to open my eyes, the pleasure was too great and became more intense as our eyes met.

“I’m..I'm offering you me Candice, and you know what that is. I ain’t no Tribal chief, I’m just a man that loves you. A man who will spend forever showin’ you how special you are if you let me," he whispered as our foreheads touched.

I couldn't help but moan at his words and his skillful hands that were taking me to even newer heights of pleasure with each passing second.

I whimpered as he began thrusting one, then two fingers inside me as his thumb expertly circled my clit sending powerful tingles down my spine "Jey! Mmm, Oh my god!" I gasped as he silenced me with a kiss as I melted into him.

"Tell me what you want Candice?" Jey groaned as my heart leaped into my throat. Just say it Candice and take a chance.

“What do you want baby?" Jey asked speeding up his movements as I pulled him closer.

"I want you," I whimpered against his lips as he closed his eyes groaning in satisfaction.

"I want everything that comes with it..... I want it all Josh," I moaned as I exploded in his arms.

"Baby, it’s right here, it’s always been Candice…All you gotta do is take it, baby," he whispered taking me in a passionate kiss, climbing between my legs as my orgasm continued to wash over me.

Jey’s POV

"I want you to make me yours," Candice moaned as I groaned, wrapping her legs around my waist. "Fuck, I’ve dreamed about this," I panted slowly entering her as we both gasped in shock and pleasure at the intense feeling of becoming one.

I stilled inside her as her tightness overwhelmed me as Candice grabbed my chain pulling me to her, claiming my lips in another kiss as I slowly began moving inside her.

"Fuck, you were made for me," I praised taking my time thrusting slow and steady inside her as I felt her tighten around my dick as Candice purred, her head thrown back in pleasure as I made her mine.

"Jey! Please, I need it she begged," as I growled taking her harder as she whimpered my name over and over. "Who’s pussy is this Candice?" I moaned unwrapping her legs from around me, opening them wide as I went deeper inside her.

"Josh! Oh! Baby! You know,"” Candice whined as I went even deeper. "Tell me, Candice," I demanded as she writhed in need below me.

"Yours! It’s yours Josh!" she screamed as I took us both over the edge. "Fuck yea it’s mine, and don't you forget dat' shit either," I groaned as she showered my dick with her essence.

"I love you so much," she moaned as I felt my heart swell, she loved me back.

"I love you too baby," I whispered kissing her gently. All my waiting hadn’t been in vain. That alone made my dick hard as a rock again as I began thrusting inside her again as she gasped in surprise.

"Are you serious? Already?" She moaned against my mouth as I smirked. "Oh, Yea… you got me addicted to you Candice," I moaned as she clawed at my back.

I could faintly hear someone knocking on the wall. I guess we were too loud, but I’m sorry they are in for a long night just like Candice is.

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Next door

Joe's Room

Joe’s POV

I guess I’ll try to talk to Candice later, that shit at the front desk was a bust. How could I get through to her and make her leave Jey.

My thoughts were interrupted as I heard knocking on the wall and a woman moaning in pleasure.

Are you serious right now, I’m trying to damn sleep. I hit the wall giving my own message back to shut the fuck up but the headboard hitting against the wall didn't stop, hell it started banging harder on the wall.

"Damn, least somebody gettin' dick down good, I guess," I muttered as I heard the woman’s moan again....

"Wait…I know it isn’t," I muttered as I got out of bed and placed my ear to the wall waiting to hear the voice again.

I knew that moan anywhere…."Candice," I muttered as I could hear her clear as day.

"Jey! Oh, fuck you so deep!” Candice screamed as I jumped back from the wall in horror. "Yea, I'ma go deeper up in this pussy, fuck! Jey moaned.

"You got to fuckin' kidding me!" I hissed, putting my shirt, sweats, and shoes back on. I grabbed my keys, and phone before storming out of the room.

I couldn't stay there knowing what was goin' on next door to me.

I can't believe she let him have her....She was really having sex with Jey. The elevator ride to the next floor was torturously slow but I knew I needed a distraction to block out what I had just heard and Sasha definitely would do for now.

"Sasha open the door!" I shouted banging on her door. "Come on open up, I need some relief," I muttered to myself as she groggily opened the door.

"What do you want Joe?" she asked wiping the sleep from her eyes. "I want you," I said grabbing her in a rough kiss, leading her back into her room slamming the door behind me.

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Jey’s Room

Candice’s POV

“Yeaa, bend dat ass over and lock them legs behind mine,” Jey ordered as he continued to fuck me with long, hard deep thrusts as I angled my body on the bed arching my back.

“Oh! Yes, you deep in it! Oh my god!” I moaned as I heard Jey chuckle but quickly gasped as my pussy painful tightened around his dick. “Got damn, ma,” he panted keeping up his thrusts.

“Yea, this pussy feels good don’t it," I taunted as Jey growled. "Shit yea, it do," he moaned. “Then don’t play wit it Jey, fuck me! We can go slow later, I promise,” I groaned throwing my ass back on his dick as he growled smacking me hard on the ass as I whimpered feeling the constant tingles exploding all over my body.

"I been waiting on you for years girl, I’ma enjoy this. Dat ass looks so fuckin good bouncin’ on my dick. You like how I’m dickin’ you down don’t you baby,” he moaned as I gasped trying to find the words.

“Yes! I love it!” I exclaimed, with no shame. Shit, my man knew how to use his magic stick and that monster was all I imagined it to be and then some.

“Uh-huh, I can tell baby…You backed up that shit you was talkin’ out in the hall,” he groans. “You swallowed this dick and now you takin’ it all like the good girl you are.” he praised, grunting as we chased our next orgasm together.

“I’m your good girl, only your good girl,” I panted as I felt him slowing down as he growled. "Yea, you my good girl and only mine," his deep sexy voice confessed as I clawed at the sheets. What was he doing to me?

Jey’s POV

“Yea, dats it right there,” I groaned gripping Candice’s hip, pulling almost all the way out before snapping my hips hard bringing her down even harder on my dick. “Jey! Fuck!” she screamed. “Uh huh feels good don’t it baby?” I moaned watching my dick disappear inside her pussy as it pulsated around me.

“Yes, Jey, shit you..I…I,” she screamed grabbing the headboard for leverage as she continued to throw that beautiful ass back on my dick unable to finish her sentence.

“I know it, baby, I'ma take care of you, I promise,” I groaned feeling myself not very far behind her. “Jey….Jey… Oh, baby… Jey,” she moaned almost chanting, clawing at the headboard as my resolve snapped and I began taking her fast and deep again.

Candice’s POV

Oh, my God, my legs are jelly and he feels so good. I was so close when suddenly I found myself on my back with Jey towering over me.

“I need something from you,” he moaned entering me again as I gasped wrapping my thighs around him, pulling his closer.

“What baby?" I asked gasping as he gently kissed me, "Tell me your mine," he I commanded as I smiled against his lips.

"I’m yours," I moaned as I felt myself about to come undone in his arms again. "I’m yours too shit, promise you never leavin' me,” he groaned as he continued to stake his claim.

"I won’t, I promise,” I moaned as our eyes never left each other. Everything seemed to become more intense by the second as I met his thrusts with anticipation

“Oh my god!” I gasped as he swallowed my screams with his mouth as I came hard.

“Good girl, you did so good baby, Jey praised me as bit my lip in anticipation of his release and still feeling euphoric from my own.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” I gasped as I felt him getting harder by the second as he took me with wild abandon.

“Hell yea, I’m bout to give it all to you,” Jey moaned as I licked my lips “Mmm, I want you to cum in my mouth this time baby,” I begged as Jey growled at my words, biting his lip. “You do baby?” he gasped in shock as I nodded.

“I want every last drop,” I panted as he, quickly pulled out, leaning over, shoving his pulsating dick in my welcoming mouth.

“Ah fuck!" He shouted cummin’ hard as I moaned at the feel of his warm essence coating my mouth. Sweat fell from his brow as he tried to catch his breath. As his body relaxed, he pulled out of my mouth. “Ooouu shit, That was hot as fuck he praise as I smiled tiredly at him.

"Come on and let daddy see did you get it all baby," he whispered as I opened my mouth, releasing my tongue so he could see his essence on it.

As he watched me closely with hunger in his eyes, I closed my mouth and swallowed it as he grabbed my throat taking me in a possessive kiss.

“You gon’ end up barefoot and pregnant, you keep doin’ that shit, he growled against my lips as I laughed shaking my head at his words because knowing him it was true.

"Any regrets?" I asked as he pulled me close. "Hell nawl girl, you stuck wit my ass now," he said as I smiled at him. "You stuck with me too," I whispered settling into his arms as we finally found rest.

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Smackdown

Candice’s POV

“Thank you so much so helping us out tonight with the photoshoots. This damn flu is getting everybody. But if I could I had one more favor to ask you,” Paul said releasing me from his embrace.

“You know you good boss, and that I don’t mind helping. Jey was already scheduled for the show, so I was going to be here anyway,” I said as he smiled at me.

“Yea, I heard about the new development, and good for ya’ll. You both deserve some happiness,” he said as I blushed.

“So uh, what else did you need me to do?” I asked trying to change the subject.

“Oh! yeah, could you sing the National Anthem tonight? Samantha is sick so Braxton is going to announce for us tonight, but he sings like a dying cat,” he said as I laughed.

“Sure, no problem, I would love to,” I said as he sighed in relief.

“Thank you so much, now I gotta make sure these cameras are ready to go for the show,” he said looking at his paper quickly before rushing off, waving at Jey who was walking up.

“Hey, you! What they got you doin’ tonight?” I asked as Jey frowned. I’ma open the show and introduce Cody. Joe gon’ come out talking about why are we on his show, and exchange a few words, he said as I could see the internal battle he was having.

“Are you ok with that baby? I asked as he sighed, taking me in his arms. “I’m ok baby, and I don’t want you to worry yo' pretty lil head bout me. Joe and I both know how to keep business and personal separate,” Jey said gently caressing my chin.

"I sure hope so," I said as he gave me a chaste kiss on the forehead as I relaxed in his arms. Hopefully, Joe could remain professional, and the program would go smoothly.

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Smackdown

Jey’s POV

Ladies and Gentlemen, please rise for our National anthem Byron Saxton said as the house lights shined brightly on Candice as she began to sing.

Standing there in Gorilla I couldn’t help but beam wit pride watching her in her element. My baby was truly talented, and the crowd was eating it up.

“She got them in the palm of her hand. I always knew she belonged on somebody’s stage; I’ve always told her that,” Joe said walking up to me to get a better view of the TV. “Yea, she really does, I’m proud of her,” I said not looking away from the TV.

I don’t know the real reason for this small talk all of a sudden but I just hope he keeps this shit professional out there.

“Well let’s go tear it down out there lil Jey,” Joe said as I watched Candice wave to the crowd before she left the ring to go stand beside Saxton.

Turning to look at Joe I scoffed at his attempt to get me off my game. “A’ight big Uce, I’m down, but if you go out there wit that lil Jey shit we gon’ have a problem,” said as he smiled at me.

“Well, why is that? You call yourself standin’ up to me now? Oh, i get it Candice got you feeling yourself, huh," he asked smirking at me.

“Nah, Uce, I just ain’t the same scared lil Jey from when we was kids, and if you go out here throwing shots. I’ma get you…You feel me, I don't give a damn if this is a live show. I will rock yo’ shit, you understand,” I said watching the smile drop from Joe’s face.

"Yea, I got you, Candice is off limits because this is about business," Joe said as I gave him a leary stare before walking away to go further to the curtain to get ready for my entrance.

I didn’t trust his ass as far as I could throw him. "Go kill it Uce, and keep your head in the game," Cody said as I dapped him up. "Thanks, see you out there, Uce," I said smiling as I heard the crowd as Saxton began to introduce me.

Candice’s POV

"Main Event Jey Usooo! Byron screamed as Jey’s music dropped and the crowd went nuts. Damn, there he goes I couldn’t help but feel a tingle down my spine watching my boyfriend. His ass knows what he be doin’ the guys are hyped and the girl’s panties are wet as fuck.

“Damn baby I see you," I muttered watching him bounce his body in excitement coming down the aisle. This was my first time watching his entrance live with the crowd and it was something to behold.

The crowd sang and bounced their arms in the air along with him. I was so proud of him; he really had made it. He came over to the ropes as Saxton gave him the extra microphone.

I smiled at him as he winked at me before returning to the center of the ring. Damn it now I’m blushing. Get it together girl.

I hope the camera didn’t pick that up. That’s all we need is a post from fans asking who was Jey Uso winking at.

Before he could even start talking and introduce Cody, Joe’s music interrupted him. “What the hell? He was supposed to wait until Jey was about to introduce Cody and not run his ass out her before Jey could even speak,” I whispered to Braxton having a bad feeling as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Maybe they changed it," Saxton said as I turned to look at Jey. He was not amused as Joe made his way to the ring flexing with the title around his waist.

He spotted me as he climbed in the ring and ever so slyly, he licked his lips and smirked at me as Jey’s head snapped in my direction angry as I shook my head at Joe’s antics.

I looked at Jey and gave him a nod, encouraging him to keep his cool. He sighed, turning back to face Joe running his fingers over his face.

Ladies and gentlemen, it’s a tense scene as this is the first time since Jey Uso quit smackdown that he has seen his cousin Roman reigns I heard Cole say.

“You can go behind me through the crowd and go to the back without anyone seeing you if you want,” Saxton whispered as I nodded but couldn’t move from the spot, I was stuck in.

Joe’s POV

“Lil Jey, what you doin’ on my show?” I asked knowing I was getting under Jey’s skin as I saw his jaw twitch. “I mean you quit! Cody got you signed to Raw. So why are you at my show lil Jey? I asked smugly.

“Aye, I got a tag match tonight with Cody, I ain’t sweatin’ you Uce and It ain’t gon’ be too many more lil Jey’s a’ight,” Jey said rocking back in forth trying to control his temper.

“You always wanted to be me. When we were kids, I beat your ass in everything. Even now you still want to be me don’t you lil Jey? I asked as Jey frowned.

“Man, ain’t nobody tryin’ to be you Uce, I’m my own man,” Jey said frustrated as I laughed.

“Nah, even to this day you always wondered if you measure up to the Tribal Chief. You just seem drawn to things that you can’t have..That I won’t let you have,” I gloated laughing caressing my title as I saw the realization wash over Jey’s face.

He knew I was talking about Candice and I wanted him to know.

“Aye! What did I tell you? Watch yo’ mouth before we have a problem," Jey said angrily pointing at me as I laughed.

“Maybe I want a problem lil Jey, because it seems you just like takin’ things of mine that don’t belong to you. My precious, beautiful luscious things,” I said gently bouncing my title up and down on my waist my eyes slowly traveled to Candice.

Her eyes pleaded with me to stop as I could tell she was uncomfortable, but all things were fair in love and war.

Jey’s POV

This motherfucka lookin’ at Candice trying to be slick wit his lil words. If hints about her one more time, damn this show and staying in character, I’ma fuck him up. She’s mine now, not his.

Dropping my microphone low so nobody could hear, I leaned over and put my hand behind Joe’s neck, as he wore a frown almost outdone I lowered my microphone.

“I ain’t doin’ this bullshit wit you out here, But I promise you If you say her name out here in front of all these people, I’ma get you Uce..You gon’ have to see me,” I said deathly calm as Joe’s face contorted in anger mouthin’ words I couldn’t understand but I didn’t care.

“Now get back on script so I can go my way and you go yours, wit yo’ miserable ass,” I said wanting to finish the segment and leave.

Candice’s POV

I can only imagine what Jey said to Joe as things were getting more tense by the second.

“You think you a big man, huh, Lil Jey? You can’t compare to me…This is all mine cause I’m the champ, I run this show! Joe exclaimed in the microphone gesturing to the arena.

This is my camera!” he yelled talking into the camera. Thank God they seem to be back on track with their segment. This had truly been a trainwreck thanks to Joe who was now at the commentator’s table.

“I own these commentators that talk about me and nobody else!” Joe yelled pointing at Cole and Wade before he slowly began walking toward Saxton and I.

“Aye, watch it,” Jey said seeing Joe coming towards us.

“I even own the ring announcer! I’m trying to get you to understand Jey everything belongs to me, and you can’t have it!” he said in his commanding deep voice almost making me jump.

I saw Jey getting out of the ring, heading towards us as I froze.

Joe now stood in front of me almost as if he was contemplating what to say as he bit his lip looking me over. Joe wouldn’t put me out here like that in front of all these people.

He knows how private I am about my personal life. He isn’t going to do this to me, he just wants to rile up Jey.

“Candice…… Aulelei, how bout you tell lil Jey how I own every inch of you,” Joe bragged smirking at me as I slapped him before I could stop myself.

“You son of a bitch, I can’t believe you did this!” I shouted as Jey grabbed Joe’s arm, turning him around, punching him in the face.

Joe almost collided with me from the force of Jey’s punch. Thank god Saxton was fast-moving and moved me out of the way.

“I told yo’ ass not to say her name!” I could hear Jey yell as they traded blows. “Somebody stop them!” I yelled as Paul Heyman came over to me offering a comforting arm. “Let’em fight it out sweetheart it was bound to happen,” he said as I groaned in frustration.

I didn’t want Jey to get in trouble because of me. As they brawled back and forth backstage officials ran from the back.

The crowd was eating it up thinking it was part of the show. “Let’s get you outta here, ok,” Heyman said gently guiding me behind Saxton as we made our way through the crowd to the backstage area.

Jey’s POV

“Jey, that’s enough!” an official yelled as I threw Joe onto the announcer’s table and pounced, punching him over and over as I felt someone lift me off of him.

“Aye, let me go!" I yelled as Joe charged towards me as we fell threw the ringside guardrail trading blows. "I’ll kill you!” Joe roared. “We need more help!” another official yelled as I felt like an untamed animal trying to tear apart my cousin.

You gon’ learn today, stop fuckin’ wit people.

Joe’s POV

“This shit ain’t over!" I yelled as Jey, and I were trying to tear each other apart.

“You damn right it ain’t cause every time you disrespect Candice, I’ma beat yo’ ass again!” Jey yelled as he got the last lick, kicking me in the face as security lifted us both up off the floor separating us.

Jey held his hands up in surrender as security grabbed his arms leading him backstage. “Damn, his lil ass can hit hard,” I muttered regaining my bearing and grabbing my title as the crowd booed me.

“Shut up!” I hissed heading to the back wiping the blood from my mouth as several officials walked back with me.

Candice’s POV

The backstage area was even more chaotic as a group security and officials were leading Jey backstage.

“What the fuck ya’ll all on me for! He been askin’ for this ass whoopin’!" Jey shouted pulling away from security.

“Calm down Jey, this ain’t helping, go check on Candice” Heyman said which seemed to snap Jey outta his rage as he came towards me. "I’m so sorry baby," he whispered taking me into his arms as I felt relieved he was ok.

“I’ll beat yo ass Jey that was so unprofessional! Joe yelled coming into Gorilla as I rolled my eyes at him trying to pass the blame like he didn’t do shit.

“Unprofessional, are you serious? They shoulda’ let Jey whoop your ass some more because you deserve it with that shit you just pulled!” I hissed mad as hell as Paul stood up from the monitors and I could tell he wasn’t happy either.

“Joe, in my office Now!” Paul shouted as Jey grabbed my hand as we stood side by side waiting to hear what our boss was going to say next.

“Candice I’m really sorry about all this, Jey take her back to her office, I'll handle this,” He said as Jey nodded before leading me away from the chaos.

Joe’s POV

“What the fuck do you need to talk to me about?" I asked shaking my mouth, tryin' to loosen up my jaw as I could feel Paul’s anger spilling off of him in droves.

“I need to see if I’m going to have you as world champion on this show, or if I’m going to vacate your title for that shit you just pulled out there with Candice and Jey,” he said his voice booming angrily throughout the small space.

“I’m sorry boss, I don’t know what came over me,” I said trying to smooth things over as he looked at me not buying what I was selling.

“No your not, my show is in the shitter tonight because of your selfishness. Candice feels violated, Jey’s pissed off , and I don’t blame him quite frankly.

“It wasn’t my intention boss, I just got carried away,” I said honestly wiping the last bit of blood from my mouth.

I knew I was going to have a black eye in the morning with how It was hurting but my pride was hurting worse.

“Because of the shit you pulled Cole is out there having to explain to the audience and the people at home how that wasn’t a part of the show and to respect everyone’s privacy at this time even though you brought them into ya’ll business Paul hissed.

Your right, that’s not how we handle business,” I said as he interrupted me.

“You jeopardized this show and put Candice in a situation she didn’t ask for. You damn right that ain’t how we handle business or what we stand for, so for the moment you’re suspended. Now get outta my building,” Paul growled walking off as I sighed looking around at the crowd that had formed looking at me in shock.

Damn, what is wrong with me...

Jey’s POV

“I’m ok Candice,” I said trying to reassure her as she looked me over. “I don’t want you to have to go through this type of shit because of me Jey, “she said trying to keep her tears at bay.

"Aye, don’t cry baby, I’m good, and it’s not because of you. This all on Joe,” I said taking her in my arms as she held on to me tight.

“This should have never happened,” she whispered as I comforted her.

I knew in my heart this blow-up was bound to happen wit Joe and in a way, I’m kinda glad it did.

Tonight, he found out I ain’t no punk and I fight for what’s mine. I don’t think he will be a problem anymore.

“I’ma talk to bossman right quick, then come back and watch you do your thing ok?” I said making her smile as I kissed her gently.

" I’ll be here waiting," she whispered letting me go as I opened the door, I came face to face with Joe.

“What you doin' here? What, you wanna go again?” I asked as Joe shook his head. "Nah, I come in peace," he said, sighing I allowed him inside, as I went to stand beside Candice.

“I just wanted to apologize to you both and tell you I’ve been suspended. I thought you should hear it from me,” he said as I looked at him really not knowing how to feel.

The silence became defining as I tried to find the right words to say

. “Joe, maybe the time off can help you clear your mind, and get stuff straight. All this stuff you’ve been doing isn’t you, and you better than this,” Candice said holding my hand as Joe glanced down at our intertwined hands and sighed.

“You really love her don’t you Jey?” He asked as I looked at Candice, then back at him.

“I always loved her, you know that Uce,” I said honestly as rubbed his hand over his face. He was fighting an internal battle I couldn’t help him with.

He had to let her go, she wasn't his anymore.

“Are you in love with Jey, Candice?” Joe asked as I felt her grip tighten on my hand. “Yes, I am in love with Jey,” she answered without hesitation her eyes firmly on me as I kissed her hand.

“Well, I guess that’s it, huh," Joe said as Candice looked at him in confusion.

"Uh, Jey, take care of her, she's very special. And if you don’t,” Joe started as I interrupted him, “I’ll be expectin’ you Big Uce,” I said as he nodded and left without another word.

“Did he just do what I think he did?" I asked Candice as she seemed to not be believing what had just happened either.

“I guess only time will tell,” she whispered as Finn Balor walked in.

“Candice are you ready for me? he asked with a smile as she waved him further into the room.

“Yes, I’m ready, if you can stand over there we can get started,” she said giving my hand a final squeeze before going to pick up her camera.

“Alright Finn let’s work,” she said laughing as he flashed her a goofy grin and began posing. I loved watching her work, but my mind was still on Joe…

I mean was it over and done like that or did he have something else up his sleeve?

I guess Candice is right only time will tell. But for now, I had my lady and that was all that mattered.

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Loving Mr. Munson - In the Beginning - Betrayal

Tw: This is it, the last part of the Prologue, the part where Robbie's cheating ass gets caught- As you can imagine Reader is hurt, emotional and well, pissed off. These are the moments leading up to the very first part of LMM, I've got you Sweetheart. I hope you find it cohesive to the first part of the story and I hope that you enjoy it knowing what the end result will be❤️

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🛑SMUT WARNING- MATURE CONTENT - 18+ MINORS DNI 🛑

Reader:

Your day was the fucking worst. You had to fire someone whom you were friends with inside the work place. You had to look them in the eye and let them know that the company that you worked for no longer required their services. You had to be calm and professional and all that you wanted to do was cry. This person was a good person, a hard worker but the company was downsizing in their department and they just didn't have the means to keep that person around.

You sat and watched as they cried, panicked about how they were going to take care of their family and all you could say was that you were so sorry and that you wished that there was more that you could do. You knew going into this job that this was part of your duties, but that didn't mean that you didn't feel like absolute shit.

You had held it together all day long, kept your game face on, pretending like it didn't bother you, but the second you got to your car and closed the door you crumbled. You leaned against the steering wheel and fucking lost it.

You cried all the way to your apartment, using every single fast food napkin you had in your glove box to clean yourself up. All you wanted right now was to be held in Robbie's strong arms and to be told everything was going to be ok.

You sighed when you saw his car in your parking lot, thankful that he was already there, you had given him a copy of your key a while ago so that he could come over after work and make himself comfortable. He had done the same for you, but honestly the two of you preferred your place to his, he had 3 roommates and no privacy whereas you just had Lisa, and most of the time she was at her boyfriend's place . You had mentioned to him numerous times that maybe the two of you should make the jump and get a place together. You have been together for years, talked about your life together in the future, it just made sense to you, yet Robbie still hesitated, saying it wasn't the right time, or the only apartments available were too far away. You respected his concerns, things were working this way so you would just keep plugging along.

You opened up your apartment door and walked inside, dropping your purse on the counter and heading directly to where Robbie was lounging on the couch.

" Hey Cookie, what's wrong? You look like shit, have you been crying?"

You curled up next to him, " I had the worst day today baby, I mean seriously the worst. I had to fire Nathan, you remember him right? From the company picnic? He and his wife just had another baby, and I had to let him go. I feel so fucking guilty."

"I mean it sucks , but like that's your job. You knew when you got hired what the job entailed."

You sat up and looked at him. " Yes, obviously I know that but it doesn't make it any easier. It was hard, Robbie, really fucking hard and I had to go on the rest of the day acting proper and professional and pretend like nothing happened. I lost it on my way home. That's why I look like shit ."

" Everyone has bad days Sweetheart, just get over it and move the fuck on."

Your eyebrows furrowed." Just move the fuck on? I just ruined someone's life today , but I'll just move the fuck on?"

Robbie huffed and rolled his eyes." You're being dramatic."

What the fuck was up with him tonight? This is not what you expected, this was not the Robbie that would comfort and console you. "I'm so sorry if my bad day is bringing you down."

" Oh come on, don't be like that Baby."

" Sorry, but I was hoping that maybe you would be a little more supportive. Today was really hard for me. Like, a hug would be nice?"

" You want a hug, come here."

" I shouldn't have to ask for one baby-"

" So now I'm supposed to be a mind reader?"

" No, that's not what I'm saying-"

" Look, I don't want this to turn into some stupid fight. We never fight." He ran his hands up and down your arms and squeezed your shoulders, the first comforting thing he's done for you since you've been home. " Let's just calm down. Why don't I take you into the other room, I'll help you forget all about your bad day, huh?" He smirked.

" You want to have sex?"

" You wanted me to comfort you right?"

" I wanted you to hold me."

Robbie shrugged." Same thing."

" It's not though."

Robbie sighed. "Your being such a bitch tonight."

" Ha!" The sound left your mouth before you could even stop it. " I'm a bitch because I want you to hold me and comfort me like I have held and comforted you in the past, whenever you get pissy and stressed what do I do? I cuddle you and tell you I love you-"

" And I offered -"

" You offered to fuck me."

He stood up." It doesn't matter what the fuck I say or do, it's going to be wrong tonight."

" I'm sorry Robbie-"

" I think it's best if I just leave."

" Don't leave, I'm sorry I-"

You watched as he headed for the door, grabbing his keys off the counter. " I think we need some space. I'll call you tomorrow."

" Robbie -"

He opened the door and walked out. You curled into a ball on the couch and started crying. You cried because of your shit day, you cried because you were emotionally drained and all you wanted was some love and compassion and instead you got into a fight. The two of you never fought, and he had certainly never called you a bitch before. It made you feel horrible. Everyone was allowed to have a bad day . Maybe you had overreacted? Maybe you shouldn't have just expected him to know what you needed. Bullshit. You had been together four years, you knew all of his cues, you knew what he was feeling,when he was feeling it, except for tonight. Something was off tonight. Maybe he was right, you just needed some space.

You got up off the couch, grabbed the cordless phone and walked to your room. Today had been exhausting, you were over it. You changed into your pajamas and laid in bed. You thought sleep would come quickly but your brain was too plagued with the thoughts of everything that had happened that day. Maybe you should just call him, you couldn't fall asleep knowing that he was upset at you. You picked up the phone and dialed his number. It rang and rang and rang. No answer. You would just have to wait until tomorrow.

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" Eddie, I don't know what to do. I feel like he has been so distant, he hasn't been himself and I'm worried. I ask him what's wrong and he just says nothing and changes the subject."

You heard a sigh on the other end of the line. "I wish I had answers for you Dollface but I just don't know what to say. He can be moody, I mean we all can. He hasn't said anything to me, I mean usually he will chat with me if he has something on his mind. "

" I know, you guys are close. I'm just worried ya know? He's not acting like my Robbie."

" He has been a little...off. I'm sorry I can't offer anymore insight. I'll chat with him, when he gets back, he went home for lunch, I'll see if I can get him to open up, in the meantime, keep your chin up ok? I'm sure he's just working through something."

" If I knew what it was I would help him through it."

" Just keep the lines of communication open, he will open up when he's ready. Fuck, I gotta get going, we will get to the bottom of this. Take care Sweetheart."

" Thanks Eds." You hung up the phone, at least you weren't crazy, Eddie had noticed too.

Things had been different between you and Robbie since the argument the two of you had. You knew that it wasn't unusual for couples to have disagreements, it's just that the two of you never had. He had come to you the next day, apologizing for not being more sympathetic, but it almost felt forced. You let it go and apologized back for being a bitch and then you made up, but something was nagging at you. Maybe you were putting too much pressure on him, maybe asking about getting an apartment together triggered something. But you loved each other, this was just the natural progression of a relationship right? Especially after all this time together. Why was he hesitant?

Eddie had said that he had gone home for lunch, maybe you could stop by and bring him a treat? Let him know you wanted to talk later,let him know that whatever he was going through you were there for him, you loved him and you wanted your Robbie back.

You clocked out for lunch and stopped by the little bakery down the road from your office, picked up some giant chocolate chip cookies the quickly drove to Robbie's place.

You made your way up to the door and turned the knob, opening it up and stepping inside.

" Robbie? Baby? " You set the bakery bag down on the kitchen counter and set off to find your boyfriend. Maybe he was eating outside on the back deck, it was beautiful out-

" Oh Fuck!"

Jesus, you chuckled as you just about jumped out of your skin. What the hell was he doing?

" Jesus fucking Christ!"

You started to worry ,"Robbie?"

" Fuck me Robbie, fuck me harder -"

You stopped dead in your tracks. You could have sworn you heard-

" You like it when I fuck you like that? Huh Baby?" Robbie.

Your breath caught in your throat, your heart sunk in your chest, he couldn't be, he wouldn't-

" That's it, take it, take it like the dirty little slut that you are."

You leaned up against the wall,your chest felt tight,your heart was breaking, tears filled your eyes. How long? How long has this been going on? How long has he been screwing another woman behind your back?

" Are you my dirty girl?"

" I'm your slut Robbie-" you heard the woman moan, and you were instantly sick to your stomach.

This explained so many things, this was why he had been distant and uncaring, so off. You had been so stupid and naive, so blinded by your love for him that him cheating wasn't even on your radar. And he was using that to his advantage, playing you for a fool. You were so hurt, so disappointed, so... pissed. You could feel the sadness you felt turn into rage.

" I'm going to make you cum so hard baby-"

You stood up straight. That fucker. You'd heard enough, you had had enough.

You opened the door to his bedroom, there he was, fucking some girl from behind, his back towards you,so fully engrossed in what he was doing he didn't even hear you step in. Tears spilled down your face as you saw it with your own two eyes, the betrayal.

" I'm so close Robbie-"

" How close are you?" You interrupted.

Robbie jumped, the woman gasped. He turned to face you, wide eyed.

" Wha-what the fuck are you doing here?"

You watched as the woman scuttled across the bed, quickly covering herself with a blanket, while your boyfriend stood there frozen like a deer in headlights.

" I came to bring you a treat because your Father had said you came home for lunch. I came because I wanted to talk to you, because I was worried and because I love you and I wanted to make sure we were ok." You wiped the tears from your eyes with the back of your hand, than pointed to the redhead hiding against the headboard. You recognized her, she was a waitress at the diner you frequented. She knew he had a girlfriend, she had seen the two of you together. "Really?"You glared at her than turned your gaze to Robbie. He still looked in shock, standing there ,eyes wide, mouth agape, pillow covering his dick.

" How could you do this to me, how could you throw away the last four years?Four fucking years Robbie!"

" You weren't supposed to find out like this!"

" I wasn't supposed to find out at all, was I ?How long has this been going on?"

"Since the night of our fight, I was pissed off, I had a bad day too- "

" Are you fucking kidding me?" Your heart was pounding so hard in your chest." We get into a fight and you use it as an excuse to go fuck around?" You remembered how his phone had kept ringing that night when you had tried to call him, that's why he didn't answer.

Robbie walked towards you." I'm sorry-"

You stepped away." Your sorry you got caught." You felt like you were going to throw up ." I gave you everything, my whole heart, all of my love-"

" You were suffocating me!"

You laughed. " Suffocating you?I'm so fucking sorry I loved you too much. I'm so sorry that I thought we were going to build a life together, especially since you told me that you wanted us to be together forever, that one day we would get married.What the fuck was I thinking? "

" It's complicated, Things change.I changed. I was getting bored, things got monotonous, routine.Four years is a long time, marriage, it's a fucking lifetime. I've decided I don't want that anymore."

His words stabbed you like a dagger. Boring, monotonous, words you would never use to describe your relationship with Robbie." I'm sorry that loving me was such a chore for you. I will spare you the inconvenience, because I never want to see you ever again."

" I- I-" Robbie stuttered.

Your eyes shifted to the redhead as she wrapped herself up in a blanket and proceeded to try to sneak out of the room. " I hope your taking fucking notes. Oh and by the way enjoy the sex now because after a little while he stops caring whether you cum or not."

You turned and left the room, slamming the door as you were leaving. It was all a blur, you didn't remember getting into your car, or driving to Eddie's garage, just suddenly you were there , getting out of your car and walking inside. John, Eddie and Robbie's co-worker ran to the front when the bell on the front door rang.

" Hey there, how's it going?" He asked cheerfully, then noticed the distress on your face. " Are you alright? I would ,uh, would go get Robbie but he's not here, he went home for lunch.Is there anything I can help you with?"

" Is Eddie here?"

"He is, but I'm sorry, he's kind of stuck in the middle of something-"

You sighed." Can you pass along a message from me?"

" Of course!"

" Can you let Eddie know that Robbie most likely will not be coming back this afternoon."

" Is he ok?"

"Oh yeah, he's fine, he's just busy fucking the waitress from the diner right now, I know because I just caught his sneaky ass in the act. I just figured I would let you know in case you were a little short handed this afternoon."

John's face dropped. " What? Hold on, let me go get Bossman-"

" No, he's busy," You sniffed back tears. " Can you please do me a favor ? Can you tell Eddie I'll miss him? "

" Really, just hold on a second -" John turned and went out back, but as soon as he did you were gone.

It is probably a good thing he was in the middle of something, at this moment you were unsure if you could handle seeing Eddie right now, you were way too emotional. You got into your car and drove away seeking the privacy and refuge of your apartments familiar walls.

As soon as you got home you called your office, told them you weren't feeling well and wouldn't be back for the remainder of the day. After that you wept, you sobbed and cried until there was nothing left, until your body hurt from shaking and your eyes were nearly swollen shut. You were hurt that the love you had for Robbie hadn't meant anything to him, that it was more of a burden to him than anything, that he had fallen out of love with you. It made your heart ache, the life that you two had made, had meant nothing to him and everything to you. It was obvious that he had been thinking about cheating for a while now, but was just waiting for the right moment.Would you ever be able to trust again? Would you ever be able to love ever again?

Lisa found you crumpled to the floor in your bedroom where she joined you and held you as you gave her the full account of what had happened that afternoon. She cried and raged right alongside you, and offered compassion and support. She also offered to take all of Robbie's belongings outside to burn them, which sounded like a wonderful idea but you knew you needed to be the bigger person.

She sat with you while Robbie left you a message on your answering machine, asking you for a chance to talk, to explain, which you immediately erased, you didn't need an explanation at the point, you didn't need to ever hear his voice again. And when the phone rang again, Lisa was ready to pick it up and give Robbie an earful, only it wasn't Robbie, it was Eddie's sweet ,deep voice instead.

" Hey, uh Sweetheart, "

You couldn't bring yourself to answer, so you just listened, tears streaming down your face.

"I'm just calling to check in on you. I heard what happened and I hope you believe me when I say that I am so fucking sorry,I truly am. I'm sorry he broke your heart, if it is any consolation please know that he's a fucking idiot. I love him but will never condone this type of behavior. There is never a valid excuse for cheating. Fuck," He paused." I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you came to the shop, I'm sorry I didn't make it out in time to see you. Shit, I'm going to run out of time. I just, I want you to know Princess, that I am here for you, regardless of what happened with my son. If you need me I will always be around to talk, 'kay? Take care Sweet Girl."

His kind words made you sob, maybe it was more than the words, maybe it was because you knew that not only had you lost your boyfriend today, you may have also lost your good friend Eddie. You understood that your friendship, if continued would be awkward, poor Eddie would always feel like he was caught in the middle and you couldn't do that to him, you cared for him too much. You would have to distance yourself from him and that in itself was just as heart crushing as losing Robbie.

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A couple of weeks had passed since the day that your heart had shattered into a million pieces. You had mourned the loss of your relationship, you had gone through phases of sadness and anger and at this point you wanted to just forget and move on.

You hadn't spoken to either of the Munson men, Robbie had made a couple of attempts to reach out , the last time he called you, you turned his own words against him . " I mean it sucks, but, you just need to get over it and move the fuck on. Enjoy your freedom, that's what you wanted." It wasn't even that he wanted you back, he wanted you to forgive him and petty as it may be, you were still hurt and just weren't ready yet.

And Eddie, sweet Eddie, had also called to check in but you still hadn't been able to bring yourself to talk to him. You missed him, so much, more than you probably should. You missed his laugh, his cheesey jokes and his kind eyes. You needed to say a proper goodbye to him, he had been an amazing friend to you and he deserved it, especially since he seemed to be so worried about you.

You gathered up a box full of Robbie's things, his personal effects, clothing , random things he had given you over the years, trying to wipe out any remnants of memories from the past four years, you gave him everything back, everything but the birthstone ring that he had given you last year for your birthday. It was your favorite piece of jewelry, you wore it every day and didn't want to part with it. You would give these things back, but not to Robbie, you would bring them to Eddie and say goodbye.

You Collected your courage and drove to Eddie's house, stomach in knots. You made your way up to the door of the cute ranch style house and took a deep breath. You knocked and heard ." Hold on, be right there!" On the other side of the door, then footsteps following shortly after. When Eddie opened the door his eyes softened.

" Hey Sweetheart, good to see you. Come on in." he motioned for you to come in than stepped out of the way so that you could enter. His big brown eyes and handsome, sweet smile put you instantly at ease. You knew then that you were going to be alright.

Wanna read part one again?

Part one- I've got you Sweetheart

As always thank you for reading, comments and re-blogs are very much appreciated❤️

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cleostoohot · 2 years

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Cleooooo love, I love you I can't thank you enough. Guess what. I did you ROE Challenge and affirmed for ROE,I wake up in the void every single time I fall asleep and I woke up in the void. I also said I manifest everything I want in one hour no matter what it is.

After waking up in the void I manifested the following things

My desired face

I look like my desired face it's kind of a mix of 3 faces Bella Hadid nose, Sahar Luna's lips and Yael Shelbia's nose. Omg I can't stop looking at the mirror

My desired height and body

I always wanted my height and body to look like a VS model so I chose Candice Swanepoel height and body

Money

I manifested a debit card with unlimited money. I like to spend a lot hehe

Car and apartment

I manifest a luxury apartment where I woke up in the morning today and 2 luxury cars

Fairy

A tiny 9 inch fairy 🧚‍♂️. I actually saw someone's ask and felt like manifesting a fairy after that so I did. So now I just need to call her 3 times by her name which I kept as Lily and she appears and gives me manifestations instantly

Reaching Void everytime I say void 3 times no matter where I am

Guys the void is so real I can't belive my eyes when I woke up. Also, I might start a blog soon to help others with the void and show you all the proofs to prove you guys that the void is very much real

OMG CONGRATULATIONS 🥹🥹 a fairyyyy??? that is too cute and all you’re manifestations are soo wonderful!!! have funnn babe💗💗💗 if you start that blog i will be your #1 supporter xox

#anonsuccess #law of assumption #manifesation #manifesting #neville goddard #success story #void state

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celticbotanart · 6 months

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ALRIGHT, since Halloween is just around the corner and this blog is ALSO about sharing and talking about my full-time hyperfixation (music), I want to make some recommendations of "unusual" or just unknown songs that very well fit the theme! I've mentioned before that I love making thematic playlists and that I have rules for them everything (it's serious shit!!), so I wanna share some of the songs featured in my "Ecclectic Halloween" playlist. The two basic rules I applied for that playlist are:

The song MUST include anything supernatural, spooky, bizarre, "murder/serial killer", classic creature and so on

The song can be of ANY genre; is it metal? Prog? Disco? Electronic? Soundtrack? COOL, ALL ARE WELCOME!

Let's get started!

1 - Rainbow - Tarot Woman

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As an unapologetic 70s dad rock advocate, I HAVE to start with one of my fave bands of the genre! The song begins with a DOPE synth/keyboard solo, and then iconic Dio (the one Dio from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure was named after) comes in with a bunch of cryptic imagery, like the predictions the tarot woman is telling him as she turns the cards side on:

Something in the air Tells me to beware - No, no, no! Her love is like a knife She'll carve away your life - So go, go, go! Beware of a place, a smile on a bright shiny face I'll never return, how do you know? Tarot woman! But I don't know, I don't know!

2 - Blackmore's Night - I Guess It Doesn't Matter Anymore

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From the same breed of the first song, cause Blackmore was the guitar player / composer for Rainbow - except that Blackmore's Night is a project he made way later (late 90s), with his wife Candice Night, who sings all the songs and composes with him. This song is about the CLASSIC tale of someone giving a lift to a mysterious woman they found wandering at the side of the road; when they get to the place she wanted to go and asks to leave, the driver turns around! And the lady, she's suddenly gone!!!!!

Standing in the rain, the cold and angry rain In a long white dress, a girl without a name She stood beneath the light, Glowing like a candle bright I guess it doesn't matter anymore (...) Finally she spoke, 'come pull off the road' Saying she was headin' home I turned and she was gone, I was all alone

3- Loreena McKennitt - The Bonny Swans

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You might be asking: "Oriel, what the fuck, why is soft spoken-christmas songs-traditional folk medieval instruments Loreena McKennitt in this playlist at all??? With a song named like THAT?? What is so scary about pretty glorified ducks anyway?" - And to that I'll say right off the bat this is the most metal song in the entire playlist, and I say this unironically. This song is inspired by an old ballad and it tells about a girl who was drowned by her own sister out of jealousy of her betrothed; the sister kills her so she can have the lad for herself. It already has murder, as you can tell - but it gets WORSE, as the body of the drowned girl floats down the river and is found by a miller's daughter; a passing-by bard then uses the dead girl's bones and golden hair to make a harp that plays on it's own, possessed by the dead girl's spirit???? She (as the harp) asks to be taken to the court, the bard takes her, and AS A CURSED HARP MADE OF BONES the dead girl outs her sister as her murderer, in front of the entire family and the court. Look. If this isn't METAL AF, I don't know what ELSE can be. The "bonny swans" from the title comes from the comparison Loreena makes of the pale girl's body floating in the water, to swans swimming along. kkkkkkkkkkk JESUS.

He made harp pins of her fingers fair With a hey ho and a bonny o He made harp strings of her golden hair The swans swim so bonny o He made a harp of her breast bone With a hey ho and a bonny o And straight it began to play alone The swans swim so bonny o He brought it to her father's hall With a hey ho and a bonny o And there was the court, assembled all The swans swim so bonny o He laid the harp upon a stone With a hey ho and a bonny o And straight it began to play lone The swans swim so bonny o

4- Sting - Moon Over Bourbon Street

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Probably one of the most fun songs in this, because it's a song written by Sting, inspired by Anne Rice's "Interview With the Vampire"! The song is under Louis' PoV, and he laments his current condition as a vampire and also as a man of god, as he wanders through New Orleans's streets. This Sting's live performance of this song (the live in Berlin, 2010) is my favorite by far - there's a whole ass epic orchestra and even a theremin! hehe

I pray everyday to be strong For I know what I do must be wrong Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet While there's a moon over Bourbon Street It was many years ago that I became what I am I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb Now I can never show my face at noon And you'll only see me walking by the light of the moon

5- AQUA - Halloween

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Yes, THAT AQUA - turns out they DO have more songs other than Barbie Girl, and they actually slap - I was there in the 90s, when the Deep Eurodance Magic was written. I LOVE this one because it has such a fun vibe, and obviously, inspired by the "Halloween" movie franchise - Lene plays as the girl alone at night who receives a call from René, playing as the psycho who's after her. They even act that scene at the begining of the song dsjfhjsdgf so cool!

The sound of shoes, a shadow that moves Something odd is tic tac ticking Someone's in here, I'm so full of fear The telephone is ringing!!

6- E Nomine - Das Tier In Mir

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ONE OF MY ALL-TIME FAVES IN THIS PLAYLIST. E Nomine was (?) a German electronic music project who DARED to mix in dark techno/trance beats AND CHANTS IN LATIN, as this deep-voiced dude sings/borderline-raps in German. ITS HARD TO EXPLAIN, BUT I PROMISE, ITS SO SO SO DOPE. They also sang about all sorts of religious / dark fantasy themes - they have an entire album based on the Bible, which I promise, they made it a LOT MORE RAD AND COOL than it sounds; and another album about the supernatural and all kinds of creatures, like vampires, ghosts, werewolves, demons. "Das Tier in Mir" or "The Animal In Me" is their "werewolf" song - it starts off with this kid singing in Latin about the forest, and the moonlight, and the song goes on with Deep Voice Dude singing under the werewolf's perspective; it even features a dramatic transformation sequence!!

[Latin]The forest is hidden, in the moonlight, My home is the forest In the starlight (...) Dark clouds and dark thoughts, The full-moon night smashes my barriers down. The animal desire that I massacre comes in me. I feel this bloodlust here and now. Deep in the night the twinkling stars, A sweet smell is drawing me into the distance. But careful if my passion gets aroused quite gently in the night And the hunter wakes up in me! (Translation from here - it's rather clunky, but that's the gist of it!)

7- E Nomine - Mitternacht

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Yep! Another one by E Nomine, BECAUSE THEY JUST SLAP TOO HARD. "Mitternacht", or "Midnight" is pretty much about the Witching Hour, all the spirits comes out when the bell strikes midnight!! This one is SUCH A FAVORITE of mine because it sounds EXACTLY what a DJ would play as vampires dressed in fancy, old outfits and masks waltz around in a haunted, opulent manor

When the gondolas are in mourning and the dead's lament resounds horror is breathing down your neck When the clock starts striking cold thick fog is touching you gently ...midnight! [Latin] midnight, dark night, cruelty of the soul the bell is ringing twelve times ...midnight! (Translation from here - same from previous song, kinda clunky but we get it)

8- Dead or Alive - Something In My House

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Another classic banger with the catchiest fucking tune ever, by You-Spin-Me-Right-Round-Baby-Right-Round Dead or Alive, sung by ICONIC genderfucker wizard Pete Burns (the Gender Envy of him in this video is real). I have to admit, this one is SLIGHTLY cheating on my rules, cause the "something in my house" in question is not anything supernatural - it's a metaphor for a gone-wrong relationship, lol. Ngl, I think this is kinda fucking brilliant. But like, the spooky, Halloween-y vibes are all there nonetheless: wolves are howling, Pete is singing in an old castle and looking 200% like a vampire. Even if I'm cheating a little, it still fits!

There is something in my house - my house, It's just a ghost of a long long dead affair, There is something in my house - my house, I just keep a hearing you runnin' on up my stairs, But you're not there

9- League of Legends - Fiddlesticks, The Harbinger of Doom

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Finally, some soundtracks! I don't play LoL, but I absolutely love some of the character's themes, and Fiddlestick's is one of them! For what I've got, Fiddlesticks is like this ancient, nightmare-ish Freddie Krugger-like entity, and BOY, does the song reflect exactly THAT. It SOUNDS like a horror movie, and I'm obsessed about it!!

When fields lie calm and wind stands still (Run home, run home) As the crows make night of the fading Sun (Hide now, hide now) When the trees do bow, as if they weep (Stay down, stay down) Though its light beckons forth, a melody calls out (Too late, too late)

10- The Alan Parson's Project - The Cask of Amontillado

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And!!! Last but not least!! Closing this playlist with THIS ULTIMATE DAD PROG ROCK BANGER, which as you can see, is inspired by Poe's tale "The Cask of Amontillado". In fact, the entire album where that song comes from, "Tales of Mystery and Imagination - Edgar Allan Poe", is inspired by his work. Yeah there are also songs on "The Raven" and "The Fall of the House of Usher" too for example! It's just so cool! But "The Cask of Amontillado" is by far my favorite, specially with the instrumental part at the end, ughhhh <3

By the last breath of the four winds that blow I'll have revenge upon Fortunato Smile in his face I'll say "come let us go I've a cask of Amontillado" (...) You who are rich and whose troubles are few May come around to see my point of view What price the Crown of a King on his throne When you're chained in the dark all alone

This is definitely a long ass post, and I really had to cut it even shorter bc of Tumblr's dumbass video limit, but that's alright. I might even put up a part II, hehe I hope you like the Halloween-y songs recs!!

#music posts #halloween #long posts

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juceynightmare · 1 year

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dating 101 (18+) part 10 - cody rhodes x reader

my masterlist

dating 101 (18+) masterlist

pairing(s): cody rhodes x reader, roman reigns x reader

warning(s): swearing, marijuana usage, use of pet names, mentions of knifeplay, corruption kink, dirty talk (literal filfth), daddy kink, possessive!cody, mentions of possessive!roman, a pinch of soft!cody, ted the cockblocker

genre(s): college!au, slow burn, fluff, light nsfw

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ted could only wish that the weed would hit him as hard as it hit cody and y/n. currently, the two were so far gone that they had stopped talking, only nodding or shaking their heads to ted’s questions. he took in another drag from cody’s pen, already feeling his face start to get warm and the corners of his lips being pulled upwards into a smile. ted exhaled the smoke, watching as y/n and cody continued to stuff their faces full of mcnuggets.

he had expected this behavior from y/n, knowing that this was her first time actually getting high on her own accord. but cody? ted was shocked to see cody on the same page as y/n, and it only made him wonder just how much cody had already done.

ted had decided that he wouldn’t be getting to their level anytime soon, but didn’t want their high to wear off by the time he got on the same page. so he made the most classic college boy decision. ted handed y/n over to cody, placing her in cody’s lap and watching the way the two seemed to have engaged themselves in a staring contest. ted walked over to cody and his minifridge, taking one of the shot cups on top of the fridge and opening the fridge itself to pull out their bottle of tito’s.

not even half an hour later, the room was now full of two people high out of their minds, and one other person who was so cross-faded that he was stumbling over his own two feet. it was as if the three were put in a silent film, staring at each other and trying to communicate with only their eyes and arm gestures. this was how the rest of their day went: goofing around and watching movies on cody’s laptop until they eventually went to go take a nap.

ted was the first to make it into bed, and he was out as soon as his body sank into the mattress. he hadn’t even properly sprawled out on his bed, usually leaving room for y/n but in the current position he was in now, there was absolutely no way y/n would fit on his bed.

that left y/n to take a nap with cody in his bed, not that she was complaining with the way their dynamic had shifted ever so slightly. however, she did pout and whine when cody yanked ted’s hoodie off of her body again. she did stop pouting when cody grabbed one of his own hoodies and pulled it over her, a satisfied smile on her face.

she didn’t try to hide the fact that when she sunk into cody’s bed beside him, she brought the sleeves of the hoodie up to her nose to sniff it. she turned over on her side, draping one arm around cody’s midsection and hooking a leg over his own while he wrapped one arm around her back. she tilted her head up when she felt cody’s hand under her chin, feeling his lips on hers in the next second.

he kissed her softly, and her eyes fluttered shut. she certainly wasn’t as high as she was earlier, but she could find herself chasing after his lips after he pulled away. “goodnight, sweetheart.” cody mumbled lowly, his voice deep and raspy with the many hours he hadn’t used it. as soon as cody’s head hit the pillow, a soft snore escaped from him and y/n could only smile.

she wouldn’t be sleeping just yet.

y/n pushed herself up and reached for her phone, listening to the way cody and ted’s snores filled the room to ensure that they were both asleep. she settled back down in cody’s arms, feeling his grip on her tighten as if he had felt that for a second she wasn’t in his grasp. she pulled up her groupchat with her girls, after all, the girls would always know everything. what happened in the groupchat, stayed in the groupchat.

[y/n] i had my first kiss last night

[candice] WHAT

[indi] did we win the bet

[y/n] RUN ME MY MONEY IT WASN’T CODY I FUCKING TOLD Y’ALL

[indi] who was it then

[candice] holy shit was it with roman ???

[indi] CHEM GUY????

[y/n] yesyes >.< we have a date tomorrow

[indi] oh my god

[candice] they grow up so fast

[indi] damn, i was really thinking cody would kiss you

[candice] roman’s hot too though, AND TED! how is our little y/n surrounded by hot men and only ONE OF THE THREE HAVE KISSED HER AND ITS NOT THE ONE WE BET ON

[y/n] i also came for the first time because of someone else >.< my rice purity score is getting lower and lower

[candice] i’m sorry what

[indi] did you have your first kiss AND lose your virginity in the same night ???

[indi] candice is this really still our y/n

[candice] the dorm life is doing her good, i’m jealous

[y/n] no not the same night and i’m still a virgin!!

[y/n] i was getting high with cody because he said it helped with the hangover, but yk how i am about smoking so…

[y/n] he like would take a hit but then blow it in my mouth so he kissed me and then one thing led to another and we’re grinding on each other and i literally CUM JUST FROM THAT ITS SO EMBARRASSING

[candice] CODY

[indi] CODY

[indi] if he made you cum with just the motion of the ocean…. then i TRULY UNDERSTAND THE HYPE EVERYONE HAD FOR HIM IN HIGH SCHOOL

[candice] wait what about roman though??? you’re going on a date with him tomorrow and you literally just came because your supposedly platonic average looking bestie cody was rubbing his peen on your veen

[y/n] … whore activities…

[y/n] its not like roman and i are dating and… cody’s so fucking good… i actually get the hype now

[y/n] ACTUAL SLUT BEHAVIOR IM SLUTTING OUT FOR CODY I CANT BELIEVE IT AHHH

[y/n] DATE WITH ROMAN THOUGH IM WINNING AT LIFE!

[indi] WHORE ACTIVITIES !! SHE’S ONE OF US!!

[candice] SUPPORT WOMEN’S WRONGS!

[candice] is it big

[indi] did you see it

[y/n] it feels really big >.< haven’t seen it

[y/n] roman felt big too… we were all over each other at the party

[y/n] SHOCKINGLY…. i think cody’s bigger… like it felt thick and HEAVYYY

[y/n] if you squint, you can see that i typed out “i wouldn’t mind if cody wanted to take my virginity but it’d probably hurt”

[y/n] OKAY I NEED TO EXIT THIS CONVERSATION IM LITERALLY CUDDLED UP NEXT TO CODY AND I’M THINKING ABOUT SLUT ACTIVITIES

[candice] pics or youre lying

[indi] there’s no way

y/n quickly snapped a selfie of her in cody’s arms, taking a moment to stare at the photo before sending it.

[y/n] please why’s he sorta hot… even while asleep… i actually get it now

[candice] saved, posted to the finsta, set as my twitter header, sent to your mother

[indi] oh but he’s “just your average guy” wdym

[y/n] I ADMIT I WAS WRONG…. cody is…. cody is…

[indi] SPIT IT OUT! EMBRACE IT

[y/n] insanely fucking fine… god

[candice] y/n

[y/n] candice

[candice] who gave you that hickey

[candice] it isnt too purple so something tells me its from today

[y/n] cody gave it to me while i was texting roman about setting up our date

[indi] this mf branded you ?????? while you were planning a date with big toe curling drop dead gorgeous hunk of a man??

[candice] it feels like y/n’s cheating but i know she’s not… she’s actually just living out the most scandalous college movie rn

[indi] high school indi is rolling in her grave right now i’m actually so jealous

[y/n] >.< i was wearing teddy’s hoodie and he literally keeps taking it off of me, he finally replaced it with his own though

[y/n] god i feel like this isn’t real life

[y/n] who even am i

[y/n] ok i knew i was a mentally a WHORE like y’all already know EVERYTHING i want to try

[y/n] BUT PLEASEE I’M ACTUALLY WHORING OUT IN COLLEGE THIS WASNT IN THE PLAN

[candice] who are you going to explore all those fantasies with though?

[indi] uh oh, whore activities on pause, who we experimenting with???

[y/n] realistically… cody…

[y/n] like i’m closer to him and i trust him more than roman because yk… cody’s one of my besties here and y’all gave me weird looks when i said all the shit i’m into so if anyone else is gonna know about it before the other… i’d tell cody first

[candice] girl you got some dark fucking kinks i don’t know what else to tell you

[indi] ms girl casually drops that she’d want her future lover’s initials scratched into her skin with a KNIFE while getting fucked and expects us not to give her a weird look

[y/n] …..

[y/n] i don’t like this slander…

[y/n] anyway… WHO SAID I CANT EXPERIMENT WITH BOTH!!

[indi] WHORE ACTIVITIES RESUME

[candice] alexa play “slut me out” by nle choppa

y/n turned off her phone, feeling her eyelids start to get heavy. she gripped her phone weakly in her hands, snuggling more into cody and shutting her eyes. she focused on the sound of cody’s heartbeat, and the feeling of his chest rise and fall with every breath, until eventually, sleep washed over her.

roughly two to three hours later, y/n was awoken by someone settling in right behind her. she groaned gently, shoving her face back into the pillow and shifting around until she felt comfortable again. she felt someone press up against her back and wrap their arms around her, spooning her. y/n relaxed back against the person.

“sorry if i woke you, sweetheart. i had to pee.” y/n heard cody whisper behind her. he lifted her head up for her, sliding his arm under her head before relaxing back into his mattress and draping his arm over her.

“it’s ok.” she whispered softly. “what time is it?” y/n asked, feeling her sleepiness wash away almost as quick as it had hit her, and opening her eyes.

“only around 6.” cody answered, pulling y/n closer to him and pressing himself completely against her. “ted’s in the restroom. he left right when i walked back in the room.” he said before she could ask her follow-up question, knowing that she was definitely about to ask if ted was awake. “wasn’t too happy about seeing his hoodie on his desk, but i’d argue that you look way better in my clothes.”

y/n chuckled softly, bringing cody’s hand to her lips and pressing kisses against his fingers. “god. you two just keep having a man-off without realizing. the testosterone is choking me.” she mumbled.

“i could make you choke on something else, you know.” cody whispered, pulling his hand away from hers and wrapping it around her neck. “in a way that ted could only dream of having you.” he continued, applying light pressure to the sides of y/n’s neck until he heard her gasp.

“are you….” y/n’s voice trailed off as cody pressed his hips against her ass, letting her feel how hard he was and answering her question. a deep blush rose to her cheeks, and cody applied more pressure to her airways, making y/n whimper.

“woke up needing to pee, but my little girl was kissing up on my neck in her sleep.” he mused, adjusting himself so he could press a kiss to y/n’s cheek. “left a few marks, too, y/n. you better have been dreaming of me because right now, you’re in my bed, wearing my hoodie, kissing up on me and marking me, and if you were dreaming of someone else then i’ll take your fucking virginity right here, split you open and give you something to dream about.” cody whispered in her ear.

y/n moaned at cody’s words, wiggling in his arms and rubbing her ass up against him. “i don’t remember what i was dreaming of…” she admitted, which clearly wouldn’t satisfy cody.

“it just sounds like you want me to fuck you even though ted’s going to be back in literal seconds. you want me to taint you, sweetheart? want me to take away your last bit of innocence?” cody pushed further, feeling the way his cock had started to throb in his shorts. he prayed that ted would take longer, just so he could have this moment with y/n for just a second longer.

“please, daddy.” y/n found herself whispering. in the next second, cody had forced her to turn around to face him, and she could see the way his gaze had darkened. she could also see the multitude of marks she had left on cody’s neck and collarbone, small, light hickeys that proved that cody hadn’t been lying about her marking him in her sleep.

“you better fucking hope that ted walks back in this room before you call me that again, because i will have you begging me to be gentle with you.” cody warned. although his expression was scary and dark, the way cody had moved his hand from y/n’s neck to cup her face delicately had let her know that cody would most definitely be gentle with her without her having to beg.

she could hear ted outside the door, and she quickly leaned in to press a soft, quick, innocent kiss to cody’s lips. “i wouldn’t have to beg. you already take such good care of me, daddy.” she pointed out with a smile.

cody’s expression softened, as she kissed him. he reflected her smile, rubbing his thumb across her cheekbone gently, and leaning back in to peck her lips lightly, kissing her so lightly as if any additional pressure to her lips would bruise her. “you got me.” he admitted softly as he pulled away. suddenly, the door was pushed open and ted walked back into the room. cody turned his head to look at ted, while y/n sat up in cody’s bed, causing cody’s hand to fall back down against the mattress.

“morning you two.” ted mumbled, taking a seat at his desk and grabbing his water bottle. “god, i literally fucking pissed so much that i could probably fill a fucking pool.” he said, before chugging his water and causing y/n to laugh at the visual.

“give me my hoodie.” cody mumbled, to which y/n stared at him with a confused expression. “i’m cold” cody said out loud, although y/n could see him point at his neck.

her cheeks flushed in embarrassment, knowing that ted would have definitely take notice that cody’s neck was suddenly littered with hickeys. she pulled off cody’s hoodie and handed it to him, before climbing over cody and getting out of bed.

“oh, i forgot to ask you because you were high out of your mind. but since you’re sober now, i have to ask.” ted began, watching y/n take a seat in cody’s chair. “what happened with you and roman at the party? i tried to help him get you into bed but he wouldn’t even let me touch you.” ted laughed.

y/n could feel a blush rise to her cheeks, knowing that ted had also caught y/n in a moment of weakness. her words seemed to have been caught in her throat, as she tried to think of ways to phrase her words.

“they made out and almost fucked in the kitchen.” cody answered for y/n as he sat up on his bed. he had pulled the hoodie over his head and adjusted it so that the marks wouldn’t be peaking out over the cloth. y/n’s blush deepened, her face growing red at cody’s blunt remark.

“wait, he wouldn’t let you touch me? for what?” y/n questioned, her eyebrows furrowing together.

“well i heard you from down the hall and went out to see you being carried by roman. i told him i could bring you into your room since the man was clearly fucked up as well, but when i tried to reach for you, he sorta turned away so i couldn’t touch you. gave me a real scary look so i just backed off.” ted answered with a shrug. “someone’s real possessive already.” he laughed.

cody scowled at the story, but he quickly caught himself. after all, y/n did just imply that he’d be the one having the chance to take her virginity. roman wouldn’t know it, but cody was most definitely ahead in their own “who’s more important to y/n” competition. then again, cody wondered when he even saw roman as “competition” or why.

before y/n could respond, the sound of her stomach growling loudly filled the room.

“so, what’s for dinner?” y/n asked over the sounds of ted and cody laughing.

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terramous · 8 days

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scared to live, scared to die

pairing: tk strand/carlos reyes title: noah kahan - northern attitude word count: 2.2k bad things happen bingo: therapy session AO3

Carlos fidgets in his seat, crossing and uncrossing his legs, wiping the sweat from his palms on the denim of his jeans. He feels like he’s on trial.

“So, Carlos, how have you been since our last appointment?”

“Good,” he says, a little too quickly. He presses his palms together as if he were praying and sandwiches them between his thighs. His therapist is nice enough but he’s never sure of what to say when it comes to the questions Candice asks. It’s as if there’s a right answer to everything and as Carlos throws a dart–aiming for right–and it falls into the trash can underneath the dart board.

“Tell me more about ‘good’.”

Fuck. That was not the correct answer. Once again, the dart hits home in a scrunched up ball of paper.

“There’s nothing really to say,” he says. “It’s been okay, not good or bad.”

“And your sleep? Are you still having nightmares?”

Carlos shakes his head, prepared to lie, before changing his mind and nodding. “Yeah.”

Last night was one of the worst. It was the same sensation of drowning but the water was thick like molasses and every movement he made to bring himself closer to the surface, closer to finally being able to take a breath, served only to sink him even further. He’d woken up breathing hard and TK woke up not long after, running a hand in circles between his shoulder blades until he could finally breathe again.

He doesn’t know what he would do without TK. These horrors that seem unbearable were made less so by the presence of his fiancé, he always had someone to lean on and that made all the difference. He couldn’t have faced this alone, couldn’t have spent the sleepless nights with only the shadows for company, couldn’t have done it without someone stronger than him by his side.

“You previously mentioned the theme of drowning. Is it much the same?”

Again, he nods.

“And how many hours do you think you’re getting per night?”

He does the math in his head. He went to bed at 10:30pm but he lay awake listening to TK’s soft snoring until the alarm clock at his side of the bed read 12:07am and again, when he woke up from his nightmare it was 5:24am. He couldn’t get back to sleep after that, so he read the news on his phone (as if he needed more things to be depressed about) and got an early start to his day. He made pancakes for breakfast which TK accepted gratefully with a kiss on the cheek.

TK had stopped asking how much sleep Carlos was getting, they both knew that it was too little but he had gently urged Carlos to try and nap after his therapy appointment. It was easier for Carlos to sleep when it was daytime, sunlight filtering through the loft and casting glow to the dust particles that hung in the air.

“About five and a half hours,” Carlos answers after careful deliberation.

Candice sucks her teeth and scribbles something down on her notepad. “That’s not ideal. Do you want to work on some strategies we can take to help you get more sleep?”

With a sigh, Carlos pulls himself up by the bootstraps and makes eye contact with Candice for the first time in this whole session. Her eyes are glacial. “Actually, I was wondering if there was any medication I could try for it?”

“Certainly. There’s a few different options and different medications will do different things. Whether you need something to help you get to sleep or something to help you stay asleep. I’ll email your care coordinator after our session and get her to reach out to you about scheduling a psychiatrist appointment.”

Psychiatrist. What a scary word.

Carlos has been to see a few psychiatrists in his life. He remembers a nice psychiatrist from when he was young. He was eight and her name was Nicole. She worked with him and his parents to diagnose him with autism. She was nice.

He’d seen two psychiatrists in the past couple of weeks since the kidnapping. The first was the one involved with the crisis team which TK had dragged him to go and see. And after five hours sitting in the hospital waiting room, he finally got to see them and tell them everything that had been going on. The sleepless nights and terrors and the lingering fear that followed him wherever he went. Dr Cooper was his name, he wasn’t very helpful in the grand scheme of things but he did prescribe Carlos antidepressants to hopefully alleviate some of his symptoms, for now it was still too early to tell.

Dr Reese was the other psychiatrist, the one that he saw two weeks ago to check in and see how the meds were going for him. She increased his antidepressants and gave him helpful pamphlets about PTSD and a bunch of cards with different hotlines he could call, including one he could text. 1737. He would have to remember that.

If it were up to him, he would like to go back and see Dr Reese but he knew that likely wasn’t going to be the case. The demand for psychiatrists far outweighed the amount available so it would be a few weeks wait at the least before he got in to see anyone.

“That would be great, thank you,” Carlos said, flashing her a careful smile.

Candice adjusts her position, crossing her left ankle over her right and clicking her pen. The sound grated on Carlos’ nerves like he was a christmas tree strung up with lights. The constant hum of something overwhelming him. God, this hour could not go fast enough.

Eventually the hour does go by fast, when Candice starts unpacking his trauma with him and he feels like he’s going to start dramatically weeping but holds it together so much that the only indication that he feels anything is that his hands won’t stop shaking. But he maintains his composure despite the fact that even he can tell that his voice is flat and lifeless as he just gives his therapist the most basic answers to her questions.

“Today’s session has been kind of full-on, make sure to take it easy on yourself and do something you enjoy to emotionally regulate,” Candice says as she hands him a card with his next appointment time on it. Next Monday, 1pm.

Carlos takes the card and tucks it in his wallet, in front of his debit card that he will need to pay for hospital parking. $2 for an hour, you have got to be joking.

His next stop is the pharmacy. He stands in line with his hands in the pockets of TK’s borrowed hoodie and listens to the terrible radio as it is the only sound in the entire building aside from the squeaking of shoes on linoleum and the scratch of pens on paper. The current song playing is something he knows is Taylor Swift but he tries to think of anything else to distract himself.

In his mind he runs over the process of getting his prescription. He will take one of the cards off the counter when the man in front of him moves up in the line and he will write down his name, phone number, and address, and then he will hand it to the pharmacist and she will give him his antidepressants. Paroxetine, 20mg. Hopefully increasing it means that it will start to help because Carlos is at his wit’s end.

He has to go to the pharmacy twenty minutes away from the loft because the closest one was the one that Darryl used to work at and he refused to ever step foot in that place. He didn’t understand how he could have gotten away with stealing morphine for so long to kill vulnerable women. It’s a hassle but he does it anyway, it makes him feel better.

The man in front of him steps further up the line.

Carlos grabs the card he’s had his eyes glued to for the past three minutes and starts filling out his details. He’s completely zoned out from his surroundings until he hears it. Her voice.

The same voice that talked to him sweetly and crooned over his love for TK as she force-fed him cookies and hit him over the head with a shovel and injected him with a lethal amount of morphine. The woman who feigned empathy for him while keeping him zip tied up in her kitchen.

He can still feel the cool blade of the knife up against his throat.

He snaps to attention, pen and card forgotten.

“Have a nice day, lovely,” she says.

It’s as if all the oxygen in the building has ceased to exist, Carlos tries to breathe it in but his lungs just get heavier and heavier. He needs to get out of here, preferably without her seeing him.

Carefully, Carlos sets down the pen, trying not to make a sound. There’s a slight rattle as the chain on the pen shifts but the card is silent as he slides it into his pocket.

He presses a hand over his heart and he can feel it hammering away.

Out.

He needs to get out.

Ignoring everyone else in the line, Carlos turns and stalks out, mission abandoned. His senses are going haywire, brain on the fritz as he tries to escape. He feels like a caged animal clawing at the bars and lunging at caretakers.

Carlos just keeps pressing on his chest, as if the pressure would make it easier to breathe.

The cold air stings his face as he steps outside sans his prescription. He pulls his phone from his pocket and quickly presses on TK’s contact info, holding the phone up to his ear.

Pick up. Please, pick up.

TK picks up on the third ring with a breathless “hey.”

Carlos’ breath hitches as tears burn in his eyes, distorting his vision. He can’t get any words out.

“What’s up?” TK asks, his voice softer.

“TK.” His voice is strained, sharp and wrought with emotion.

“What’s going on, are you okay?”

“I saw her.”

He can hear some shuffling on the other end, maybe TK doing dishes or playing foosball, either way he was interrupting something with his call and that fact alone just made him feel so guilty.

“Saw who, babe?” TK sounds confused but worried. It’s a tone Carlos had seen often in the past few weeks, he’d taken the kidnapping really rough and TK was his rock through all of it. When he was struggling all he needed was his fiancé.

“Trudy.”

“Where are you? I thought you had therapy.”

“I did,” Carlos says. “I’m at the pharmacy.”

“You didn’t see her, babe. She’s in jail, where she belongs.”

“I can still feel her.”

“I know, baby. Do you need me to come?”

“No.” The tears start falling. Carlos wanders down the side of the building, hastily wiping at his eyes with his free hand. They’re hot on his cheeks, a stark contrast to the bitter chill in the air. But Carlos just feels too hot, like he’s burning up a fever. “No, you have to work.”

“I can skive off, no worries.”

“No, don’t worry about it. I feel better already, I think I’m just going to sit in my car for a bit and try again.”

“Okay, if you say so. Do you want me to stay on the phone with you?”

“Yes please,” Carlos says, his voice breaking. He turns on his heel and marches back up towards the front doors but passess them, his eyes locked on his blue camaro.

He doesn’t mind if people stare at him, crying outside the pharmacy on a monday afternoon, honestly he doesn’t even care if anyone sees him right now. He has a mission: get to his car and then he’s safe.

When he opens the door, he all but flings himself into the driver’s seat. It still smells like incense from TK’s attempt at cleansing the bad vibes left by his car being dumped while he was kidnapped. Carlos worried that the leather would always smell of the inside of a crystal store.

“How are you doing?” TK asks.

“Better. I’m in the car.”

Over the phone, Carlos can almost see TK’s shoulders lose their tense posture. “That’s good.”

“Thank you.” Carlos wipes the remnants of his tears off of his face with the sleeve of the hoodie he was wearing. It is TK’s. Purple with orange bleach marks everywhere, the wet patch left by his tears looks like it is an intentional part of the design.

“I’ll always be here if you need me. Always.”

“How did I get so lucky?”

“Hey, you’ve dealt with me being a disaster on more than one occasion. I think you’re allowed a moment in the pharmacy.”

“It’s not my best moment.”

“That doesn’t matter,” TK says. “‘Til death do us part.”

Carlos barks out a harsh half-laugh that kind of sounds like he’s being strangled. “We’re not even married yet.”

“But we will be, I’m counting down the days.”

“I’m going to go get my meds now,” Carlos says. “Thank you for staying on the phone with me.”

“Anything you need, I’m here.”

Carlos pulled the latch on the inside of his car and pushed the door open, allowing the cold air to rush into the warmer atmosphere of the car. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

#911 lone star #carlos reyes #tk strand #tarlos #911ls fic #max.doc #reyesstrand #idk anyone else who is still active :-(

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twogyuu · 1 year

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Unsolicited Review of SVT Members' Stans

Pairings: None - this time, it's just about you, y/n.

WC: ~500

Warnings: Profanity, delusional thoughts

Taglist: @nanamioo @bibinnieposts @wonuziex @woozarts @rockwidthyou @sleeplessdawn @jeminiepabo @joonsytip @aceofvernons @sadkidwarexpert @ashkuuuu

A/N: Based on my own experience. Again for shits and giggles - don't take it seriously 😭😂 y'all are wonderful <3

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Seungcheol - Genuinely seem to believe Cheol is gonna stop by tomorrow night and pick them up for dinner dressed in his oversized black hoodie, baggy gray sweatpants, fluffy hair, and all. Loves to make puns/jokes out of $.COUPS.

Jeonghan - Sees through all his Loki shit better than Soonyoung's eyes of tiger. Oddly enough, all the Jeonghan stans I've met are STEM majors??? Is this just a coincidence??? Or???

Joshua - I only know one . . . And she delivers free SVT content for the broke in this fandom (#bless). Literally she just seems awestruck whenever Josh makes an appearance 😂 Idk - you tell me, Joshua stans. I don't bite - your bias is bffl's with mine 👉🏻👈🏻

Soonyoung - Honestly??? Such wholesome people??? Like??? I cri???

Jun - I haven't interacted with many, but overall, they seem really down-to-earth! Squeals over Jun's love for hot pot and his life advice (which admittedly, Moon Jun got some solid and practical morales from his interviews/lives).

Wonwoo - Literally, some of the nerdiest ppl in this fandom (affectionate). Book lovers, gamers . . . it's almost like . . . rule of the wonwoorideul club. Don't get them started about Wonwoo in specs because they will not stop (not that I want to stop them though - it's kinda cute to watch them lose their heads over it every now and then 😂)! Overall, very down-to-earth and chill. Interestingly, I'm pretty sure 80% of my moots are Wonwoo stans atp 😂 . . . you all do you besties!!!!! <3

Jihoon - They are LOUD about Jihoon, but only when they're by themselves. You will hardly hear them say a peep about Jihoon in a conversation of biases.

Seokmin - They're either wielding a plastic butter knife (read: Jeonghan) threatening to commit arson (based on a true life experience regarding my best friend's little sister lol) or just sunshines themselves. There's no in between.

Mingyu - Helga's (Hey Arnold! anyone or am I old now? 😭) who pretend to hate him but have a shrine in their closet of Mingyu kissy face photos, or Candice's who are just blatantly and openly in love with him, everything he is, and everything he does (understandable). Lots of conversations regarding his chest and arms these days.

Minghao - Can't say I've met many either actually now that I think about it. They seem to keep themselves too, which might be why 🤔

Seungkwan - They are so LOUD, but all the time 😂🤣 Boo Seungkwan is them, they are Boo Seungkwan. Most likely the one to host a cupsleeve if they can afford it. (thank you for your services and bringing carats together <3)

Vernon - Genuinely, I think they'd ride the metro bus with Vernon at 2am if he asked. He just needs to ask.

Lee Chan - First, are you okay? How is your mental health? He is really on something these days . . . Honestly, just another bunch of sweet ppl. Most believe in the loser agenda 😂, but adore him anyways. that's true love right there-

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It Happened One Night (4/?)

Scully is an escort who is hired by Mulder because he is going through a divorce and may lose his kid. It was supposed to be one night, they were never supposed to meet again, yet fate has other plans for them.

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I don't even know where the other chapters are on this site so if you want to read from the beginning you'll have to go to ao3 for it. I can't promise that it won't be another year for the next chapter because this fic terrifies me if im honest but I'll try (and ignore everything else in the process) Also I know nothing about the FBI so that's that. Enjoy.

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Four.

“Dana!” A familiar voice calls out to her in the auditorium.

Dana looks up to see Ellen waving at her amidst the sea of seats. She brushes past a congregation of people, making her way towards her friend and sitting down beside her. As the only two females this year, Dana and Ellen had bonded immediately, a friendship forming not so soon after. It didn’t make sense otherwise.

“Did you check your emails?” Ellen asks her.

“No. Emily wouldn’t go to school so I didn’t have time to check. Why?”

“Agent Banks is sick,” Ellen says with a roll of her eyes. “So we’re getting a cover until he comes back.”

That doesn’t surprise Dana- the man was about 90 years old anyway.

“Did it say who?”

“I didn’t get that far but I heard the guys say it’s someone called Spooky. Do you have any idea?”

Dana shrugs but based on that nickname she didn’t have high hopes about them. In any case at least she could count on no arguments for the time being; Agent Banks liked to pick on her especially.

“Anyway, where were you on Saturday?” Ellen asks, moving on. “Me and Candice waited for you but you didn’t show. What happened to being more social?”

Dana internally groans. That was this Saturday. Dana had completely forgotten about her plans with Ellen, she was too busy having the best orgasm of her life that night. Of course Ellen didn’t know about that.

“Emily…Emily wasn’t feeling well,” she lies. Dana hated using her daughter as an excuse but she couldn’t exactly tell her the truth.

“Right,” says Ellen, not sounding completely convinced. “I think it’s about time we got you a babysitter.”

“Yeah, I’ll look into one…” Dana half agrees but only to move away from the topic.

Voices in the auditorium quieten down as everyone finds their seats and gets comfortable. The door to the side opens and there’s a murmur of voices and gasps. Dana isn’t paying attention, too busy arranging her pens in the colour of the rainbow. It’s only when she feels Ellen tap her arm and buzz excitedly, “It’s him. He’s Spooky. Dana, look…” Does Dana look up to see what the commotion was about.

And honestly, she wished she hadn’t.

In fact, at that moment, she wished she wasn’t in the academy at all.

Because the person who was making her classmates and friend coo with excitement was the very person who had given her a fantastic orgasm the night before.

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It amazed Mulder just how neutral he could become when a thousand thoughts and feelings where running through his body. Confusion, surprise, excitement, happiness, and even anger all swirled within him at once and yet his face betrayed none of it. He was stoic, slightly rumpled from having his usual bout of no sleep and unprepared to actually teach a class full of future FBI agents, but still standing nonetheless when all he wanted to do was leave and never come back.

Somehow the universe was in his favour and somehow it wasn’t. In a sea of indistinguishable males she stood out like the perfect ruby. There was no denying who she was. He’d bet his gun and badge that when he looked at the roster he’d see her name in there. The woman he hadn’t stopped thinking about since Saturday night. Just why did it have to be here of all places.

Mulder tries to ignore it, ignore her, to focus on the male portion of the room but his eyes are drawn to her, seeing red hair in his peripheral standing out against all the grey. He fumbles through his slides, tries to focus on what he is actually here to do, to explain profiling, but his brain is a jumbled mess and of course he fucks up the date of imprisonment of a serial killer he helped to catch in front of everyone, in front of her, just like a buffoon…

He thinks he got away with it, thinks nobody noticed but a voice speaks up from the right-hand corner, loud and clear, unmistakably her.

“1989,” she says with an emphasis on the wrong number. “Ian Lucas Gates was imprisoned in 1989, he committed his first murder in 1987.”

“Perhaps you’d like to come up and teach the class then, Agent Scully, seeing as you know everything.”

It was an outburst. An unnecessary outburst that has Mulder biting his tongue and wishing to take it all back. The rest of the class murmurs amongst themselves, looking wearily from one person to the next. Mulder chances a glance at Scully who stares back at him with a glare that could kill him on the spot if it had the power to.

“Perhaps I will, Agent Mulder, seeing as I know more than you,” she counters.

Someone coughs to disguise a laugh as Scully waits for his reply. The room was stifling with tension and he doesn’t miss the way the woman next to her is continuously looking back and forth between them.

This isn’t the time, Mulder thinks. He switches off the projector and looks at the time, thankful for the class to almost be over.

“Collect your work sheets on the way out,” he says to them knowing they wouldn’t begrudge a 10 minute early dismissal.

They raise to their feet in a matter of seconds, chairs scraping back, bags being collected, a small chatter starting to form. Mulder turns his back to them all, fussing with some papers on the desk for something to do, mortified at himself for snapping at her like that. It was a mess. A big mess. And he had four weeks of this shit.

Scully and her other only female classmate are the last to leave. He should let them leave and next time he’ll do a better job at pretending he doesn’t know her.

But he does know her. More than probably anyone else in the room does and it’s that that wins out.

“Scully,” he gently calls. She stops in her tracks, as does her friend. “A word. Please?”

Her friend looks at them with suspicion.

“It’s fine,” says Dana. “I’ll catch up with you.” Once the other woman is gone Scully turns. The anger on her face almost knocks him down, he wasn’t expecting it. Meekly, he makes his way to the door, closing and locking it. Once it’s just the two of them all pretences drop.

“What the fuck was that?” she bites, referencing their little moment. “And why are you here?”

“Why am I here? Why are you here?” He wasn’t going to start with this. He wanted to go in slowly. He’s found her! In the worst possible place but he’s still found her and he finds himself giddy over the realisation. He softens slightly. “You said you were studying science.”

But Scully was still angry. “Well I can’t exactly say I’m training to be an FBI agent, can I? Besides, I didn’t see you being honest about this.”

He shakes his head. “I thought you already knew.”

“No, I—” She starts to go red and looks away and it dawns on Mulder just what has gone wrong here.

“You didn’t do your homework before we met…” he says.

She sighs still looking away from him. “Charlotte said there was nothing to worry about.”

“Who the fuck is Charlotte?”

“Kind of like my manager, sort of…She runs the…” she reddens even more. “Agency. When I told her I didn’t have time to look into you she did and she said nothing about you being FBI so…”

“I think you need to fire her, or…or move onto to another agency because she sucks. You’re lucky it was me.”

Scully scoffs. “Oh am I?”

“Yes. Because if it was anyone else here you’d be out, Scully. Do you understand that?”

She says nothing but the anger lessens slightly.

“So what came first, the agency or the academy?”

“They sort of…happened at the same time.”

“Why?”

The anger that had lessened ever so slightly comes back full force.

“Why should I tell you? You think just because you got to fuck me one night that you suddenly get to know the ins and outs of my life? You can get to fuck, many men have had that privilege and I don’t see them questioning my choices so why should you get to?”

Mulder sighs. This conversation was a rollercoaster and not going exactly how he planned, what little planning he’d done in the first place.

“You’re all I’ve thought about for two days,” he admits.

“Well now you’re just being fucking weird.”

Mulder sighs again. “I’m being serious. I’ve been wanting to find you since then but not through the agency and not by paying $300 to pretend.” He reaches out to grab her hand then thinks better of it, lacing his own hands together to keep them from touching hers. “That night was different for you, too, right?”

Scully shifts on her feet, crossing her arms, saying nothing.

“I’m just trying to protect you, Scully. I’ve seen your work and out of all of them you have the biggest chance here. I don’t want to see it ruined.”

“So why are you being a dick about it?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just…I care about you and, shit…I’m your instructor.” He wipes his hands over his face.

“You really feel that way?” she asks.

“Oh yeah.”

She moves closer to him, reaching out to take his hand. His heart gets stuck somewhere up his throat, his stomach doing somersaults. What are you doing? he wants to ask her.

“It’s just for 4 weeks, right? You being here?” He nods not daring to speak. “And then you go off to…whichever department you belong to.” He nods again. “So we can wait.” She isn’t looking at him. “And reassess in 4 weeks?”

“We’ll reassess in 4 weeks,” Mulder croaks, throat dry.

“Okay.” She squeezes his hand before dropping it. “I need to go pick up my daughter now.”

She starts backing away, making her way towards the door. She’s almost out of it when he calls for her again.

“Scully? I’m sorry for what happened in class. I shouldn’t have attacked you like that.”

She leans against the door, smiling and Mulder is so happy to see that smile again.

“I’m used to it. Agent Banks grills me all the time in here.”

Mulder makes a face. “Agent Banks is your instructor here?”

“Unfortunately. And I think he hates women.”

“Oh unfortunately he does. But from what I hear the man is on his deathbed so…”

She smiles again. “I won’t say what I was going to say.” She looks at him again, softer this time, like she did that night. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Mulder.”

“See you tomorrow.”

He still smiling to himself when she’s gone, finally basking in the giddiness of seeing her again. Four weeks. He just needs to survive these four weeks and then maybe…

The door opens again and it’s her, muttering a string of sorries as she reaches for a work sheet before disappearing once more. The door clicks shut and she is gone.

Until tomorrow.

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WIP Wednesday | Tagged by @direwombat ❤️

Midweek check-in. We're jumping into Chapter 3 of John and Sabrina's AU with a little snippet where he's doing a great job of picking flowers for her while Leslie and Oliver become partners in crime.

A faint ringing pulled John out of his slumber, making him turn on his side away from the sunlight coming into the room through the half-open curtains. When the sound persisted, he reached a hand to the nightstand and grabbed the hotel room phone's receiver, holding it up to his ear, face still buried in his pillow. "Hello?", he croaked out, voice raspy. "Mr. Duncan, there's a delivery in the lobby for you." "What time is it?" "10 am, sir.", the man on the other line announced matter-of-factly. Of course. His usual alarm hadn't woken him up, resulting in him oversleeping, but reality was that he was stuck in another city with a cleared out schedule. He suspected by the following Friday, he wouldn't know what to do with himself, deemed a workaholic by many. Still, compared to everything else he had faced so far, that predicament seemed insignificant. "I will be right down in a bit." He quickly freshened up after the call ended, and with a final look at the vase with flowers the bat had knocked down the previous night, he left the room.

Downstairs, the lobby was relatively busy, his gaze running over the guests piling in and out of the hotel as he approached the welcome desk. "Morning.", he uttered out in a greeting, reminding himself he needed to grab a coffee. "Morning.", the younger man at the reception echoed back. "I was told there's a delivery for me." "Yes, yes.", he gestured to a couple of bags behind the counter, "Would you like me to call someone to help you with those?" "No.", John retorted quickly, feeling in no mood to interact with people so soon after waking up, "I wanted to ask…" "Yes, Mr. Duncan?" "Are there any flower shops you would recommend?" The man wasted no time in retrieving a notepad and jotting down an address for him, "It's three blocks away, most of our guests use their services." "Thank you."

With the small piece of paper tucked safely into his pocket, he picked up the bags and divided them between his hands, which in turn made pressing the button to call the elevator a challenge. "We meet again.", a hand appeared to his right and did it for him before the woman he had run into at the prison moved next to him as they waited for the elevator to arrive. "Ms. Donovan." A smirk marred her face while she went to fix her hair that wasn't out of place to begin with, each auburn curl falling over her shoulders perfectly to a point it seemed unnatural, "Look at that, you remembered." Kind of hard not to, when you have the same last name as the woman I like. Like?

He ignored the word and sent her a polite smile as they stepped into the elevator. It was beyond obvious that Candice intentionally chose to stand closer to him, or as close as his purchases would allow in the empty space. The fact she immediately pressed the button to the third floor was another unpleasant sight. "Which floor, Mr. Duncan?" "Fifth.", he lied seamlessly, knowing it would be best if she didn't know his room number.

"How did your meeting go?", she asked and glaced at him from the corner of her eye. "It didn't. There was a setback." "Oh, my.", she exclaimed, curiosity seeping into her tone and making her bright green eyes light with intrigue, "That's awful, darling." John shook his head, his attention returning to the floor indicator, "Hardly something that would discourage me. I have a new appointment, so everything is in order, Ms. Donovan." "Well,", the doors pinged, signaling they had reached the third floor, and John had to remind himself he shouldn't exit despite his instinct telling him to, "if you do face any trouble… you can give me a call, and we will find a desirable solution, I pressume you still have my card." He pushed down the urge to snarl at how she said "desirable", the innuendo, and her intentions behind the "friendly" suggestion for help being as clear as day to him. She wanted to do him a favor, and in return, he'd be indebted to her. And if he had to bet, it wouldn't be as simple as spending a night in her bed. No, when a woman like Candice Donovan would sink her teeth into someone she had set her sights on, she wouldn't just let go, at least not before having her fill and certainly not without ripping out their throat once she was finished. "I appreciate that.", he forced another well-practiced grin as she stepped out and waved him an elegant goodbye. Her heels resonated down the long hallway as she strutted away from him, no doubt putting on a show. Everything about her appearance was adeptly selected: from her designer heels to the emerald green dress that accentuated her curves and showed enough cleavage to draw in a man's gaze while still keeping her pretense of class. John breathed out a sigh of relief when the doors closed, and he found himself on his own again. Fuck. Just what I needed… her being on the same floor. He knew without a shadow of a doubt he had to avoid Candice like the plague, even more after this lie and the way it could only further fuel the interest of someone like her.

Once the elevator got down to his floor again, he hurried back to his room, fearing with his luck, he would end up running into her if he took too long. He quickly dropped off his bags by the door and went back down to the lobby, making a stop at the reception on his way out. "Hello." "How can I help, sir?", the man's gaze shifted away from the monitor and up to him. John straightened his back, leaning against the desk in a pose he often used when addressing judges during sidebars and usually yielded success in whatever he was arguing, "I would like a room change." The hotel receptionist pursed his lips, "I'm afraid that won't be possible. We're fully booked, Mr. Duncan. Is there an issue with your room?" Against his better judgment, his hand strayed to his chin to rub his beard, something a trained eye like Candice's would take as a hint of weakness, "No. Thank you." He made a move to leave, then remembered the broken vase, "One more thing, yesterday night a bat flew in and knocked off a vase off the dining table." "I'm sorry, sir.", concern washed oved the man's features, "Is it still inside? Do I need to call animal control?" "No.", John couldn't help a prideful smile from emerging, "I made sure it made its way back out." Technically speaking, he had done just that. With some help at concocting a plan of action and further moral support from Sabrina. "I'm glad to hear that, sir." John left the hotel, convincing himself his streak of bad luck would eventually end, that making it to his destination without running into any trouble was doable.

A stroll in his new shoes felt like a mistake after almost getting drenched multiple times thanks to cars driving full speed through puddles formed after last night's late rain. Still, waiting on a driver God knew how long and then asking them to take him to a place that was within walking distance was a bit of an overkill, even for him. Breathing in some fresh air seemed like a good idea, too. A couple of minutes later, after almost passing the flower shop thanks to his thoughts hopelessly drifting back to Sabrina, John found himself in front of it just as a man pushed through its doors, seeming in quite the rush to leave. It didn't take long to figure out the reason for his hasty escape. The moment he entered the store, instead of the usual polite greeting he would have expected, he was met by a horror movie worthy shriek that pierced his ears before a bouquet flew at his head. The sudden sting in his forehead told him his hands weren't fast enough to stop the bundle of flowers in its tracks as shock overtook him. "You have the audacity to come back? After you break things off with me on OUR wedding day!", a female hollered his way as the bouquet landed at his feet, her eyes glazed over with anger to a point the mistaken identity hadn't even registered to her. The violent outburst was followed by tears that threatened to undo all the work her makeup artist must have put into her look, and the only thing he could do was blink in surprise when she flew past him, and out of the shop.

"Mister, are you okay?", a woman close to his age broke him out of his daze, "I'm so sorry." "I-", he shook his head and moved further in, overwhelmed by the mix of fragrances that attacked his senses, "I have no idea what just happened." "Wedding drama.", the woman sighed, focused on an arrangement she was working on. Assault more like it. And she fled the scene. "Anything catching your eye?", she spoke up again, finally shifting his attention to him fully as he regarded the premade bouquets and rolls of vases filled with various type of flowers. "A bouquet. Red roses. And I would like to have it delivered today." A part of him argued he had no idea what flowers Sabrina preferred, but red roses were the option he always went with and none of his past lovers ever seemed disappointed in the choice. Quite the opposite, in fact - the gesture inarguably yielded the desired result each time he would task Penny with sending them to a woman. Having a PA to take care of his every whim including sparing him the hassle to go down to the florist's personally certainly came in handy anytime he would cave in and entertain the side of him yearning for a female's touch, but after the drunk call, he was forced to make the trip himself for once. "You're in luck then, you caught our morning window for deliveries.", the florist announced as she began selecting roses for the bouquet. "How many roses, sir?" John paused, unsure of how many Penny would get normally, "60?" The woman bit back a smile, "It must be a special someone. I would advise trying to avoid getting it hurled at your person, though." "She is, yes. And I will keep that in mind." Especially for still entertaining me after getting a call in the middle of the night and staying on the phone while my room was under siege by a bat. But telling any of that to a stranger seemed like oversharing, so he settled for a simple answer instead. She reached underneath the counter and produced an empty card and a pen for him, "How about you fill this out for her while I'm preparing the bouquet?"

"Thank you.", the plain piece of paper in his hand gave him a pause, then his mind drifted back to the night Sabrina had given him a ride, "Do you by chance have a card with butterflies on it or something close?" The florist smiled as she set aside the roses she had gathered and crouched down behind the counter, presenting him with way too many options to choose from. "Ask me what I don't have.", she added with a laugh. His fingers shifted through the cards, each seeming way too colorful and like it would clash with the simple bouquet until he came across one that screamed Sabrina. The inky black butterfly catching his eye so much that looking at the others seemed pointless. "This one.", he announced then moved away to give her space to work on his bouquet and settled at the far end of the counter, leaning forward on his elbows as he contemplated what he should write inside. It was another thing Penny took care of for him. "You have such a way with words, John.", his date would whisper and stroke his hand, eyes full of awe while he'd smirk, not having the slightest clue what his PA had even written to begin with. He never bothered to ask, all he cared about was it was working. What do I say? Minutes ticked by where he came up empty after overthinking every idea that would pop up in his mind and deeming it inappropriate. Finally, he forced himself to put pen to paper, writing a simple, "Thank you for last night. - J"

Once the bouquet was finished and he paid for it, he left the shop, feeling content he had done something without Penny's help. The flowers were on their way to Sabrina's precinct, and his morning had started quite uneventful aside from encountering Candice and being hit in the face by a bouquet an angry soon-or-not-so-soon bride-to-be threw at him. He didn't want to think if that granted bad luck in opposition to catching it after a wedding ceremony. He crossed the road with his sights set on a small cafe across the street from the flower shop. He was going to have breakfast while he waited for Sabrina to call, the idea of their date fueling his good mood despite the dull pain in his temple.

"We're heading out, boys.", Graham Ross said as he and his partner at the Missing Persons Division, Vaughn, set on following up a lead. "Good luck.", Oliver retorted as the door shut behind them and he let out a yawn, spinning around in his chair to face Leslie, "So… you can tell me now." "Don't start, McKenzie." "What did she say?" Leslie sighed, "I just know you won't be able to keep your mouth shut, she knows it too, which is why,", he pointed at the younger detective, "she was hesitant to share anything about the guy in front of you." "I won't, pinky promise.", Oliver raised his pinky for good measure as he took a sip of coffee. "She likes him.", Parish hoped the shrug he gave was nonchalant enough, still trying to wrap his head around the fact Sabrina was showing interest in someone, let alone an attorney. "Look at you, stating the obvious. Give me something more, buddy, that's like telling me water's wet." He rubbed his neck, wondering how much was safe to disclose, but still knowing Oliver wouldn't do anything to actually hurt her, rather wanted his curiosity to be fed. "John", the name rolled off his tongue, leaving a bitter taste in its wake, "lifted one of her business cards so he can have her number and is now texting her." Oliver whistled, "See, I knew the whole "NOT MY GIRLFRIEND" had its intent. And Rina isn't creeped out?" "Nope."

He pursed his lips, "Who knew she'd go for a hotshot attorney from all people, especially with Candy being in that field. Though there was something about him that just seemed… off." Leslie snorted as he leaned back in his chair, "Off? As in?" "It was like his charm was only surface level. You will see when you meet him." "He asked her out.", Oliver raised an eyebrow at his words, "And not directly." "Meaning?" "Decided to act sleek and 'check' if she has any recommendations for lunch spots." "So smooth.", Oliver said, voice dripping with sarcasm and making him let out a laugh. "And she thought it was an innocent question, went as far to argue with me, Ollie… how he just wanted to eat somewhere nice. Couldn't look me in the eye when she finally saw his next text asking her to 'grab lunch'." McKenzie swiveled in his chair lightly, mug clutched between his hands as he contemplated the story, "Did she agree?" "No idea. We were in and out of interviews the whole day yesterday and by the time I got home, I pretty much passed out." "There's more, Parish…" Leslie shook his head, "Not really." "Sure, sure, and I was born yesterday." "I might have told her to go out with him." The confession made Oliver choke on his coffee, sputtering, "Come again." "You heard me."

"Jesus, Leslie.", he gave him a pitiful look, "You like her, why would you do that? You basically opened the door to someone else getting in her pants. Law pun not intended, but damn." "Ollie." "What? You think he won't be trying to? My bet is he was probably rubbing one out the second he was on his own." "I want her to be happy. And this… ain't giving me much hope for the guy." Oliver tsk-tsked in disapproval, "Just saying it how I see it. And you, my friend... need to get your shit together before someone else takes the empty spot in her life, same one you've been eyeing like a sad puppy since the moment she first walked in here. Then you can both be happy and I get to be your best man." "That ship has long sailed, we all know it." He got one of McKenzie's signature eyerolls, "And you don't know how to swim? Board that motherfucker, Parish." "I'm fine with my role, Ollie.", Leslie said eventually, "Plus. He has no chance in the long run." "Why's that?" "Rina's been waiting for someone." A chuckle escaped Oliver, "Aren't we all?" "And she's adamant about it. John just doesn't know he would be fighting a losing battle." Sabrina herself had told him as much when he had finally admitted he had feelings for her, confessing she wasn't over some man she had met long time ago, that she would never be. "Ooof, his poor ego." "Yeah. It would die a gruesome death."

Oliver opened his mouth to most likely crack another joke at the lawyer's expense when a knock sounded at the door before an young man peeked inside their division. "Morning. I have a delivery here.", he announced in a rush, "Flowers for a Miss Donovan? I was told to bring them up here by the front desk…" Leslie stared at the enormous bouquet of blood red roses he held, his expresson of disbelief no doubt matching Oliver's. McKenzie was the first the jump to his feet, and with his desk being the closest to the doorway, he erased the distance between it and the delivery guy in a couple of strides, "She's out, but I will take them." "Thank you.", the man passed him a cupboard from under his arm, "Sign here, please." Oliver scribbled his signature quickly, shooting a dramatic look towards Parish when he took the flowers in his hands. "Have a nice day.", the man called out and left as quickly as he had appeared. "There's a card in the sea of roses, Leslie.", McKenzie reported, eyes shining with dangerous curiosity. Leslie rose up from his seat and met him halfway, "Don't." But it was too late, Oliver had already transfered the bouquet to him as he plucked the card from it and opened it. "Boundaries, Ollie."

"'Thank you for last night, signed J.'", he read out loud, hollering a laugh at the last part, "Holy shit. He did not just-" "I could have gone without hearing that, Oliver.", Leslie ripped the card out of his fingers and shoved it back between a roll of roses, then turned, fully intending to place the flowers on her desk and forget about the words just read to him. Instead his feet carried him over to his own, and before he could think better of his actions or question what awful spell had fallen over him, he dropped the bouquet in the waste bin by it with a snarl. It was the black butterfly on the card that set him off and the realization it matched the two Sabrina had tattooed on her clavicle, proving "last night" could mean one thing. Oliver let out a laugh, gaze casted downward, "Jesus, talk about an extra fucker, it can’t even fit halfway in the trashcan. How many roses do you think that is? And do we think he's compensating for something else with the size of that bouquet?" "An extensive number. Blatant overkill. He's showing off, plain and simple." "Yeah. The card couldn't be more on the nose, either." "Don't remind me.", Leslie gritted out and pushed the flowers further in with his shoe, "What kind of man sends flowers to a woman with that message? At her workplace." "Maybe… it's not what it looks like?", Oliver didn't sound convinced by his own words at all, "Yeah, who am I kidding." "And she'd hate it.", it was a matter of fact statement, "Roses aren't even her favorite."

"Board that ship, because that fucker is already at the helm. But worry not, we can wash away his look of victory when we throw him back into the ocean." "You sure are going hard for those pirate metaphors, Ollie." "You started it." "What are you two up to?", Sabrina's voice made both of them jump in surprise as Leslie reacted quickly and kicked the waste bin under his desk before sinking back into his chair like nothing had happened. Oliver followed suit by taking a seat at the edge of his desk, his body obstructing her view of the flowers further. She made her way to her desk, clutching a folder close to her chest, completely oblivious to the fact they had done something bad. Sabrina faced them with a small smile, and Leslie didn't dare to wonder if it was thanks to her night with- No. Don't go there. "Lab's finally done. We got a match, now only to put out a BOLO.", she was beaming with those news, "We're getting closer, Leslie." Oliver and Leslie shared a look while she shrugged off her coat and sat down, turning her computer back on. "You're both awfully quiet. What happened?" "Nothing.", Parish said first. McKenzie in turn crossed his arms over his chest, sending a knowing smirk his way before asking, "So how was your night, Rina?" "Hmm?", Sabrina glanced at him briefly, feigning confusion, "Boring?" "That so?" "Yeah.", the fact her gaze remained glued to her monitor didn't help matters while Oliver pushed for more intel despite a warning kick from Leslie. "Boring how?"

"What are you up to, Oliver?" "Just answer the question, Sabrina.", Oliver retorted playfully, "We're bonding." She rolled her eyes, but entertained his excuse, "Boring as in, it's what I do every night - went home, made Sav dinner, crashed for the night." Silence took over the room, filled only by the clicking of her keyboard as she put up the BOLO for their suspect, and Leslie almost spilled his coffee over his jeans when Oliver broke it, "And what about our lawyer friend?" "John?" "Yes. You have any other lawyers thirsting for your attention?" "Hilarious. What about him?" Did you see him last night? Why is he sending you an obnoxious number of flowers as the most distasteful display of gratitude for sleeping with him? Thankfully, neither of them asked her that, instead Oliver went for a safer question, "Heard from him yet?" Sabrina groaned, "Leslie, you told him, didn't you?" "That he asked you out for lunch?", he wiggled his eyebrows, "Sure, he snitched, you can spank him for it later, but it wouldn't have been too hard to figure out on my own, Rina. My senses were tingling from the second the rich fucker walked in to report his luggage stolen." "Fuck.", she uttered out suddenly, pushing back her chair as she rummaged through her bag for something until she pulled out her phone, "Lunch. I will be right back." "Leslie.", Oliver whispered under his breath as they watched her rush out of the room, "I think it won't be as easy as throwing him overboard, matey. I haven't seen her run like that for anything that's not a case update."

Leslie's eyes narrowed, hating he was voicing the exact thing he had noticed, and the hand McKenzie rested on his shoulder for moral support. "Chin up, buddy.", his lips quirked up, "For what it's worth, he can take her out on a date, but you can take him out, literally. And me... I own a shovel." The door opening again prompted Oliver to resume his previous pose against the desk as Sabrina returned and put her coat back on. "Where are you off to, Rina?", he sing-songed, twirling one of Leslie's pens between his fingers. "Uh,", she cleared her throat, "I'm going out for lunch, guys." The announcement resulted in another pointed look from him aimed at Parish while Sabrina herself seemed far away, probably already out of the building in her mind. When neither said anything out loud, she bit her lip, growing uncertain, "I will be at Rue's, watching my phone like a hawk in case anything comes up from the BOLO… If you two don't think I-" "Go.", Leslie interrupted her, "You have to eat, Rina. We will keep an eye out." She nodded and shot him a smile and a small wave at Oliver as she left. "Have fun.", Oliver shouted after her before turning to Leslie, "Look at that, I'm suddenly hungry myself. Rue's sounds just divine right now." "Ollie. Don't.", Leslie's voice rose, already foreseeing the chaos the plan would cause and how it could ruin Sabrina's date with the lawyer. John. He was dreading even thinking about his name now. Oliver hoped off his desk and grabbed his own jacket, "I'm doing this alone, Parish, don't worry. A little recon. Fucker will be walking the plank in no time."

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