#means we haven’t had good vegetables up here for a while

[tundrakatiebean]

I was really excited because we were getting Thai food and I was gonna get some vegetables in my curry but they ordered from the one that doesn’t do the vegetables in the curry :( want veg.

#katie is rambling 2k22 #shipping stuff and all the world stuff #means we haven’t had good vegetables up here for a while #and I miss them #I want veeeeeg

[swordsandholly]

Fancy

Ch 3: The Wheels of Fate Started to Turn

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Vampire!Poly 141 x Fem!Plus Size!Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary: A permanent darkness rests over the city. You’ve lived here your whole life - in the slums, just another human to be pushed and pulled at the whims of the vampires that run it. Another human made to bleed and crawl their way through a meager life.

Maybe, just maybe, a meeting by happenstance will change your fate for the better.

You feel sick when you wake. Muscles weak and body shaky. It takes more effort than you would like to peel your eyes open. You haven’t sat under a UV lamp in a while and it’s starting to show. The cocoon of sheets feels so good you don’t want to get up, to peel yourself away from them.

You realize Johnny and Kyle are gone as you sit up, all alone in the center of the massive bed. The room feels darker without them, somehow. Emptier. You roll over to climb off the bed, interrupted by the sound of paper crinkling under you. You feel around the mattress only to find a thick envelope with ‘Fancy’ neatly written across the front. As you open it, your breath catches in your throat at the contents. It’s nearly double what they said they’d pay. More than you could have ever hoped for. It makes your hands shake to hold that much money all at once. Once the shock wears off, a folded up piece of paper catches your eye.

Hey lovie,

Sorry to take off without saying goodbye. Had some business to attend to. Figured we should let you sleep. Hope you won’t be too mad ;)

We left a little extra for spending the night. Nothing like cuddling up next to a soft, warm lady.

Let’s do it again soon.

Kyle + Johnny

The handwriting changes to a messy scrawl that you have to squint to make out.

P.S. You look bonnie in my shirt. Gonnae be thinking about that all day. Feel free to take it with you.

P.S.S. I want it back unwashed.

You can’t help but snicker to yourself. Damn dirty dog.

You have no reason to deny him, though. So you slip the t-shirt on over your dress as you get ready to leave. The dress feels far too constrictive for the early morning. This is why you don’t do nights - walking out looking like a mess in the itchy day old clothes. You give up looking for your panties which seem to have evaporated, not too keen on putting them back on anyway.

Before you can tip-toe your way out to the front door, you find yourself pausing. The kitchen light is on, illuminating a figure working over the stove. Curiosity gets the better of you and you circle around the counter to see John sorting ingredients in nothing but a loose pair of sweatpants. Strong, nicely hairy chest on full display.

And they call you and slut.

“Good morning.” He flashes you a bright smile. Of course he noticed you. He probably smelled you before he even heard you leave the bedroom.

“Sorry… I, uh, didn’t mean to intrude.” You mumble awkwardly.

“No, no. I was hoping you’d stop f’me. My boys treat you alright?” He eyes your shirt.

Being asked that a second time throws you off. Why the hell do they care so much? “They did.”

“Good. Good.” He smiles warmly. “I’ll make you some breakfast.”

You scoff. “You? No offense but I’d rather take my chances with the nearest dumpster.”

“Contrary to popular belief, some of us remember how to cook.”

You glance at the half-dozen cart of eggs and perfectly fresh vegetables neatly arranged across the counter. “And you just happened to have human food on hand?”

He pauses. “…I may have had some delivered.”

John turns back to the stove, muttering something under his breath about ‘too smart for her own damn good.’

You pad over beside him to look down at the food, staring at the spread. You point at some red thing you don’t recognize. “What is that?”

He cocks an eyebrow. “The tomato?”

“Tomatoes are purple.” You poke it. “And more squishy.”

You meet his eye and for a brief moment, you think you see pity. Something sad swirling in the blue of his irises. He schools his face back to neutral before you can be sure you saw anything at all.

“Well, hopefully you trust an old codger like me to make you a half-decent omelette.”

You snort, leaning back on the kitchen island. “I’ve got nothing to lose.”

You both lapse into silence. He does seem to know what he’s doing - carefully chopping the vegetables and carefully folding the omelette in the pan. Maybe he had a human wife at some point or something. Most likely. That’s not uncommon, especially back in the 21st century. Practically a trend. You tilt your head as you watch him move, brow furrowed. He’s so weird.

What could you have said to them to make them treat you like this? You’re almost afraid to know - that block of time so buried in the recesses of your mind there’s no hope of ever recovering it. That doesn’t mean you haven’t tried since that day, but you know we’ll enough that it never works. You don’t have a single guess as to what it could have been.

Maybe you didn’t say anything. Maybe they’re just weirdly tunnel visioned. Vamps do that often enough - hone in on a target of affection. For any reason from looking like a dead loved one or they just have an enticing scent. Except they’re not usually this… nice. Normally they’d just drain the object of their affection and be done with it. Not ask them to sleep over for the night and cook them breakfast in the morning.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when a plate is set in front of you. It looks… perfect. At least you assume that’s what a good omelette looks like. Nicely golden. It looks alien. Food from another world - another time. You glance up at John as he watches you expectantly. It won’t hurt to entertain him, you suppose. Even if it does end up being shit. You cut a small bite, tentatively bringing it to you your lips. You brace for something awful.

Except it’s incredible. Perfectly cooked and seasoned. You can’t help but let out a content little hum before practically scarfing it down. You haven’t had food like this in… ever, actually. Neither this fresh or well made.

“So you like it?” John smiles.

You nod happily with a mouth full of food before remembering where you are. Steeling yourself and slowing down, returning to the more reserved persona. “It’s good.”

John huffs out a laugh, turning his back to you to clean up. “I’ll drive you home when you’re finished.”

You pause mid bite. “Oh, no, I can take the train-“

“Do you really want t’walk all the way to the depot in those heels?” John cocks an brow, blue eyes dragging from your face, over your body and down your legs. There’s a slow burning intensity in the movement that sends a shiver down your spine.

You stare at him for a moment, uncertain of what to do. The last thing you need is to owe a vampire for anything. They’ll take your debts to the grave. It happened with your neighbor once - you learned early on to be wary of any offer made by one of them. Never make a deal with one of the devils.

“You won’t be indebted for it.” John chuckles as if he can read your damn mind. Maybe he can.

You chew your lip. It’s at least an hour walk to the metro station from here. You don’t want him to see where you live, though. It will ruin the illusion. Images flash through your mind of the craggily walls of your apartment building. The syringes that line the sidewalk. There’s that massive blood stain on the front steps they still haven’t cleaned up after five years.

But then you meet his eyes. They’re so sincere. So bright. Whatever that tug is in your chest that keeps giving into them pulls again. It’s unraveling you, making you insane. Surely that’s it, you’re finally going insane.

“Okay.” It comes out weaker than you’d like.

John grins a though you gave him the greatest gift in history. It makes your face hot - leaves you shifting awkwardly. You’re not used to that much emotion carved into their marble features. This coven is too expressive. It’s putting you on edge, leaving you with your guard up. Against what, though? What’s the point? Shouldn’t you be happy and play into their more excitable nature?

It’s too unfamiliar. Too otherworldly to see human emotion on their god like features.

A cool finger hooks under your chin, lifting your face to meet John’s gaze. “You think too much.”

You scoff and tear your face away from his hand. Thinking keeps you alive. The girls that don’t think don’t survive past their teens. You have to be smart to stay alive here. To even have a hope of keeping up with creatures who contain centuries of knowledge and experience. Who are so far ahead in the race the best you can do is limp along in the dust.

A valet pulls the car around. John changed into jeans and half zip sweater. You would die before admitting to the small bit of disappointment at him donning a shirt. You expect the black SUV from the night before to pull up. Instead, you’re met with a basic sedan. It’s still nice - obviously new. The seats are a soft, well cared for leather.

“So is this what you do? Invite prostitutes over for omlettes and tea and then drive them home?” You blurt as John starts the car. That itch to dissect their thought processes continues to plague the back of your mind.

“Tea?” He repeats, a brow raised.

“Simon made me tea last night.”

John laughs. “Kyle really did fuck your throat raw, then?”

You whirl on him, eyes wide.

“Don’t act so surprised. Johnny can’t keep his mouth shut to save his life. Said you took it beautifully.” John sighs. “Bit jealous I didn’t get to watch the show. A good cigar and whiskey in hand? The perfect night, I think. Might have to recreate it…”

That last bit sounds more for him than for you.

You shouldn’t blush. You’ve been doing this long enough that there’s no reason to blush anymore. You have no right to be flustered over something as simple as sex. It’s the way he says it, you think. The way desire drips from every syllable as though he’s never said anything more true in his immortal life.

You just hide behind a huff and look out the window. “You’re all very weird, you know that?”

“Are we, now?” John rests his elbow on the door and his head on his hand. He weaves through the chaotic city roads expertly.

“You’re too…” You wrinkle your nose, pausing. The word gets lost on your tongue.

“Human?”

“If you say so.”

John chuckles. “You’re just as weird, you know that?”

“I am not weird!” You snap indignantly.

“If you say so.”

You have to do a double take when he pulls up to your apartment. Is it really that fast by car? What was that, ten minutes? The train is a nearly twenty minute ride with two fifteen minute walks. The walk is nearly three hours - two if you take the back way.

“Everythin’ alright?” He asks, voice dropping to a low drawl. You shake your head to clear it, pulling your respirator out of your coat.

“Don’t you need a-“ You stop when you meet John’s deadpan expression. “Oh, right.”

“Appreciate the concern, love.” He chuckles. It’s a surprisingly warm sound.

You reach for the door, respirator in hand and at the ready. You pause when John lays a hand lightly on your shoulder. Turning back, your eyes meeting his. There’s that storm again. The one he looked at you with before. Something roiling underneath the surface.

“Fancy?”

“Yes?”

“Before you go.” John leans forward. “C’mere.”

You assume he wants a kiss. It wouldn’t surprise you - a little thank you for the ride. Frankly, you should have thought of it first. Instead, he ducks his head to the side at the last moment. His hand tangles gently but firmly in your hair to pull your head to the side, leaving your neck craned and exposed. You freeze. Fear takes over - your heart rate immediately spiking. Your hands fist his coat, pushing as hard as you can against the unmoving mountain that is his body.

“John-“ Your voice cracks. “Please don’t-“

“Need t’ make sure you’re safe…” He mumbles.

A fang catches your skin. You freeze.

It drags across your neck, down the arch of your artery. You suck in a hear breath, the skin not quite breaking under the touch. Before you can speak or begin pushing again or even try to get out of the car, he bites down. A yelp escapes you as his teeth slowly sink in - only through the top most layer of skin. Not enough to puncture the artery or even for his other teeth to bite into your skin.

Your whole body shakes. “What’re you-“

John shushes you as he pulls away, eyes locked on the cut he made on your neck. You can feel the wet blood beginning to drip down your neck. His hand stays in your hair, holding you in place. The blue of his irises seems somehow brighter, pupils so narrowed they don’t look to be more than pinpricks. After a few beats he seems satisfied, letting your hair go and sitting back in his seat.

“Just a precaution, love.”The vampire looks you over, eyes suddenly painfully soft again. “Take care of yourself.”

Your eyes flick between his. A cold, rushing fear pumps through your veins. Your mouth opens and closes like a fish before you finally come to your senses, taking the chance to dash out of the car and toward your apartment. Fight or flight pushing away any ability to ask what the fuck that was. By the time you turn around to check behind you, John is far down the street.

You rush to your bathroom mirror, tossing your respirator to the ground as soon as you’re in your front door. It’s not deep. He didn’t even lick up after himself - a thin trail of blood pooling around your clavicle before continuing down. It wasn’t about drinking. You hiss as your fingers lightly test the tender skin.

What the fuck?

He’s a vampire. At the end of the day that’s all he is. No facial expressions or ability to cook will undo that he’s a different creature entirely. Was that what this is about? Reminding you what they are? The power they have? You wouldn’t put it past one of them, the sick fucks. What kind of fool were you to think they’re at all different.

After a shower and finally changing into some pajamas (minus a certain vampire’s tshirt that he will not be getting back) you go to grab your lamp. It doesn’t take long to set up the UV light, just dragging it out of storage and setting up the shade above it so that the rays concentrate downward onto your skin. You slowly sink to the ground. Exhaustion clings to your bones. They feel brittle and heavy simultaneously.

You sigh, curling up under the warm light like a cat. You have to be smart about how long you stay under it - the damn thing runs up the electricity bill like nothing else. Plus, too long under it can cause serious skin damage. As much as you’d rather go without, you’ve seen what happens to those that do.

You half heartedly re-count out the envelope of money, still feeling overwhelmed at the sheer amount of it. At the whole situation at hand. You realize quickly enough that despite having the money to do almost anything you don’t actually… know what to do. Despite the plan being to save up and get out of the slums you never really planned for what to do once you were out of the slums.

The realization that you never truly believed you could do it, even unconsciously, is a little heartbreaking.

Do you keep working at the club? Hope that these clients like you enough to keep up with your new lifestyle? Pray that they enjoy fucking you for long enough to save up? Do you even want to see them after what John just did? Do you look for another job? There isn’t much you can get when the whole of your resume is stamped with WHORE in bright red letters.

With a low groan you slump back on the floor and throw your arm over your eyes. Everything is so fucked. You’re lost in it and it’s all fucked.

Normally, you would avoid information about the people that come in and out of your club. They’re looking for discretion, after all. A place to hide away from the dealings of life. A fantasy. If you were smart, you’d stick with that habit. Especially when it comes to the ones that literally compel you to forget their business.

John just lost the right to any discretion after that stunt in the car.

You open up your shitty laptop that requires five hail mary’s to start. It greets you with the top headlines of the day, all just as enjoyable as you’d expect.

UNKNOWN SUBSTANCE FOUND IN FOUR MORE JANE DOES

NEW DRUG CYTH TAKING THE UNDERGROUND MARKETS BY STORM

CORPSE FOUND WITH BLOOD LEAKING FROM PORES

You close them out, for your own sanity, and type John’s name into the search bar. A few things come up - some company called One-Four-One with the most nothing description about what kind of company they are. They “develop products and services” - aka they’re a shell for shady bullshit. They’re listed as the benefactor for some lower city charities and given responsibility for several mergers and buy-outs in the upper city. All the things you’d expect from a corporation.

It’s too clean, though. You’ve been living in the underbelly long enough to know what a front looks like. Not that you’re surprised. Every vampire corporation is a cover for a million other little inner workings you will never be privy to.

The only pictures of John are a few from press reports. His imposing figure standing behind some ugly podium with a logo hastily plastered across the front. He has a commanding air about him behind all those microphones - like a preacher or a politician. Fitting.

Johnny and Kyle have a far more risqué library. Images with models and other beautiful women. The kinds of things you’d expect from young, playboy vampires stretching over the past century at least, according to the archive dates. The boys aren’t the focus of the images - it’s all paparazzi for the women - but they’re in them nonetheless. How the hell did Johnny manage to squeeze into a pair of leather pants like that?

Simon doesn’t even seem to exist. A total ghost. No matter how deep you go you can’t find a trace of him. You manage to get all the way back to the 1990s in the archive and still come up with jack shit.

You’re left with more questions than answers and a distinct understanding that you shouldn’t ask any of them. You knew that already, though, and you have no plans to let John Price close enough to speak to you anytime soon.

You didn’t realize you fell asleep up until you wake, alarm blaring in your ear that it’s time to get up and go to work. It never ends. You still feel so fucking tired, body heavy and eyes stinging. A haze settles over your mind as you fall into your constant routine. Makeup, hair, dress, respirator on, walk, train, respirator off, walk.

Your locker in the back room fights you, forcing you to practically break it open. Just another thing to leave you feeling angry and useless.

“I heard they got Red.” The girl beside you whispers. She’s mousy, new. A gossiper. She even tried to talk to you, at least before she found out that you apparently steal clients.

The girl she’s speaking to side eyes her. “What do you mean got ‘er?”

“With that new drug - Cyth or whatever.”

“Cyth isn’t real. It’s just people making up shit to cover up what the vamps are doing. As if we don’t already know.”

“But what about-“ You don’t hear the rest of what she says, her voice drowning out as you leave the back room.

Time seems to crawl by at the club without the men. You hate it. Not just the slowness of the day but the fact that they’ve had that effect on you. That these creatures you barley know have invaded your thoughts. Wormed themselves into the nooks and crannies of your psyche. Marked you - however temporarily that may be.

The patrons avoid your eyes. You serve their drinks, and where they would normally make a salacious remark or grab onto you they just offer a huffy thanks and ignore you. The tips are garbage, even the other serving girls notice and begin to basically steal your tables. It has to be the bite.

Why, though? Plenty of serving girls have fresh bite marks and they aren’t getting reactions like that. You can count four on the main floor right now.

At least once the day is over, it’s over. You can go home and hide away. Be angry in peace. Maybe make a plan for what to do. Maybe you can leave the city you and your friends talked about as teens. Except they’re all dead now and you’re pretty sure there isn’t anything outside of the dome anymore. At least not anything you could get to.

The other girls don’t walk with you to the metro anymore. The streets are never truly empty in the main city. There’s no real day or night. It’s only the places humans inhabit that become abandoned during the “night.” As you exit the lower city station, the streets empty out. It’s just you, footsteps echoing off buildings. The smog in the air only makes it darker - even harder to navigate.

Until a second pair of footsteps appears, fast and growing louder by the second. Before you can even begin to run or check behind you a force slams into you, sending you tumbling down onto harsh concrete and into an alley.

You’re cornered. There’s nowhere to go. Before you can grapple for your garlic spray the vampire has your wrists in his hand, pulling you up to dangle in front of him. The backs of your hands and arms scrape against the rough brick of the building he’s pinned you too. It hurts, cutting deep into your skin under the pressure of his strength.

The thing hisses, ripping off the neck guard attached to your respirator. The whole thing goes clattering to the ground. You choke on the poison air, lungs immediately rejecting it.

You tip your eyes to the obstructed sky. Of course it would end this way. It’s the end for you all, isn’t it? Just another body in an alley. Another free apartment for people to fight over. Another headline for people to frown at on the train. You wonder if they would use your name or just leave you as another Jane Doe.

What do the real stars look like, anyway?

He takes a long inhale and freezes in place. You can barely make out wide, frenzied eyes. A hood blocks any of his other features. His breath hastens, chest heaving against yours. What the hell is he waiting for?

Suddenly he reels backward, hissing and spitting. Muttering words you don’t understand. It drops you so suddenly that you collapse to the ground. Unable to gain any footing, still coughing and choking.

“What-“ You’re not even sure why you want to ask it a question. Before you can at all the thing runs away down the alley. Your hand travels up to your neck.

The bite.

A coughing fit sends you doubling over and you blearing grope around the ground for your respirator. At least it didn’t get smashed, you sigh in relief - clipping it back around your face and neck.

Your hands shake and you turn, staring up at that massive skyscraper hanging above the city. It’s taunting you. You feel like you can almost see John staring down at you, toying with you. An anger flares in your body so hot you almost feel as thought you’ve caught fire. He wants to fuck with you? To make you feel weak? To try to lay some sort of claim?

Fine. You can play ball.

A/N: John “you don’t need to know what’s going on, love, just do what I say” Price and Miss “don’t fuck with my independence” Fancy

I don’t love this chapter but I gotta get plot moving and grooving.

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[ghostofthemost141]

Glass Eyes

Pairing: Ghost x F!Reader, First POV, no use of (Y/N)

Word Count: 1,862

Themes: Angst and more Angst

About: You and Ghost are happily married, except you don't remember that. After a mission accident, you are having amnesia and Ghost wants you to remember the life you have.

Notes: Inspired by a TikTok I saw and decided to put it into word format. Nickname for this one is Birdie. And I have Ghost's thoughts jumbled in here so anything that is like this are his internal thoughts. Happy Thanksgiving to those that celebrate it! Enjoyy!

“Lieutenant.” 

“Yes?” Ghost called to me with a sour tone. 

“Did I do something wrong?” I ask. 

No, my Birdie. You did not. 

Ghost’s piercing blue eyes stared into my soul. When he came into our meeting room, he didn’t have his usual mask that obscured his entire face. I had never even realized his eyes were blue until he came in today with just a black jacket, his skull balaclava mask that revealed the upper part of his face, gray jeans, and blue converse shoes. Ever since I woke up from my injury, Ghost always looks at me with so much sadness. I don’t understand why he does that. 

“No.” He mumbled. 

I did not understand were this was all coming from. Everytime I ask, Soap, Gaz or Price, they just give me a ‘He is going through a lot right now’ but won’t tell me what. It was all confusing especially since he is giving me kind of the cold shoulder. 

If only you would understand, Birdie. Better yet, remember. 

I could look at Ghost and could see he was thinking, while staring at me. I feel like I should have a talk with him, especially when I haven’t done a damn thing wrong and yet he is treating me like this. He should know that I am one of the best fighters here besides him. Nevertheless, I need to continue this meeting as usual. 

“How is your head?” Gaz asked me. 

“Hurts, but manageable. I have been through worse.” I answer. 

It’s true. You were nearly shot to death when you first started and you still fought with the last bit of bloody strength you had in ya. You’re a fighter. A damn good fighter. 

“I feel like I know what’s coming.” I say. 

“Yeah, we are sending you home temporarily. You’ll be able to come back once your brain is healed.” Price informed me. 

Fuck. 

What a relief. 

“I’ll miss y’all, but orders are orders.” I announce, turning to the guys. 

They were all smiling at me except for Ghost who, once again, had his eyes turned away from me. What the hell? 

“I guess I better go pack my things. Y’all don’t have too much fun in the field without me.” I joke, making the guys laugh. 

“Do you want some help, Birdie?” Soap offered. 

I wanted to accept his offer, but I also wanted to leave the door open for Ghost so I could talk with him. 

“I got it, but thank you Johnny.” I smiled at him and he did it back. 

Even though Ghost has a mysterious charm to him, Soap has always been so kind and friendly to me. He’s also quite the handsome devil. I wonder if he is single, I am just not the one to ask someone about their love life. Disbanding the meeting, I turned and walked to my room, getting ready to pack my belongings. Despite my love for being out in the field, I was lowkey happy to be sent home on temporary leave. Gaz told me that if I were to hit my head again, I could be rendered a vegetable so it’s best for me to be sent home so I can heal and be able to be back on the field. I stepped into my room, feeling a small wave of sadness. 

“I’m gonna miss ya.” I say to myself in my room. 

“You’re never coming back here.” 

“AHH! JESUS!!” I cried out, getting startled by Ghost’s sudden appearance. 

“Ghost, you scared me.” 

“Sorry.” He mumbled. 

As I was catching my breath, I had just realized what he said.

“You’re never coming back here.” 

“What did you mean by that?” 

“By what?” 

“You said I was never coming back here. What did you mean by that?” I ask, seeing he is beating around the bush. 

Ghost’s eyes pierced at me, as if I was his enemy. 

“You won’t be comin’ back here. They are just lettin’ you down easy. A head injury is basically a death sentence for being in the force.” Ghost told me. 

I felt my heart drop, hearing Ghost tell me that. 

“I..I don’t understand.” I mumbled. 

“Of course you don’t.” 

No fucking way. I shot my head up at him and walked up to him. 

“What’s your problem? Ever since I came out of my coma you’ve done nothing but give me the cold shoulder and as far as I know I haven’t done a damn thing to you! So what gives?” I exclaimed in near hysterics. 

“It’s nothin’.” Ghost sneered. 

“No it is, tell me now Lieutenant.” I sternly said. 

“No.” 

“Tell me now.” 

“Birdie, don’t.” 

“It’s something alright, just tell me.” 

I swear to God I am going to scream and I don’t want to do that to you, my love. 

“Tell me.” 

“Tell me.” 

“Tell me.” 

“Tell me.”

“Tell me now.” 

“Tell me now.” 

“Tell me now.” 

“Tell me now.” 

“Tell me now.” 

“Tell me now.” 

“Tell me now.” 

“Tell me-” 

“YOU ARE MY WIFE!!” 

…

…

…

What? What did he just say? Ghost’s eyes were wide..I couldn’t even tell what it was. Was it anger? Was it sadness? Was it denial? I couldn’t tell.  

“What? What do you mean?” I asked Ghost, trying to reach for him but he just flinched away from me. 

“You..” Ghost paused as he tried to gather his words up, “you hit your head, Birdie. During a mission, someone snuck up behind you, and hit you in the head with the butt of their gun. Despite you passing out, you managed to kill the bloody bastard. But by the time I reached you, you were unconscious. We took you to the medic and we put you in a medical coma to give your brain time to heal. You were lucky to have no bleeding up in there, but they said the possibility of you having amnesia was high. I didn’t want to believe it..” 

“Lieutenant?” 

What? Why did she call me that? She always calls me Simon. Birdie looked down to see me holding her hand. 

“I didn’t think you’d be so worried about me.” She joked with a smile. 

Does she not..

“Of course I would be, love.” 

“Love? Aw you don’t have to pretend you care so much, Ghost, it’s not like we are dating or anything.” 

Oh…

Oh. 

Bloody fucking hell. This is not happening. I was about to speak when I saw the old geyser Price doing a frantic head shaking motion at me. What? What does that mean? 

“I was just..worried is all, Birdie. I’m glad you’re okay.” I say, letting go of her hand despite feeling heartbreak for the first time ever. 

“..until you said that. ‘It’s not like we are dating or anything’. That told me right there you don’t remember.” 

I could feel a heavy weight in my chest. This..this was all too much.  Why, why would Ghost be telling me this? I don’t understand. 

“Why would you be telling me this now?” I questioned. 

“Because I want you to remember.” 

For a split second, I swear I could hear Ghost’s voice breaking, as if he was going to cry. I have never heard Ghost cry, ever. But within that split second, he got his composure back. 

“You..you make me so happy, Birdie. I just want you to remember.” 

I thought about it. I mentally dug into my brain, to try and remember anything, something, any little thing that would indicate that Ghost and I were..together. But nothing came up. No memory or nothing. Just blackness. 

“I’m..I’m sorry Ghost. I don’t remember-” 

“Just pack your shiet and leave.” Ghost growled. 

“Ghost, I’m sorry I-” 

“Just..go. Now.” 

I have never heard Ghost get this intense nor scary. I didn’t know what to say. I felt bad for him that he supposedly had a life with me, but I just can’t remember it. I wanted to say something else, but I felt like anything I said would upset him. 

“Yes, sir.” I mumbled. 

Upon me saying that. Ghost immediately turned and walked out of my room. I wish I could remember. I have always had an infatuation for Ghost and the fact that he told me we are married, is an absolute shock to me. And I wish I could remember. 

Goodbye, my Birdie. 

One month later

My head didn’t hurt as much as usual today, which made me happy. Even though Price did eventually tell me I wouldn’t be able to come back to the field due to my head injury, he was happy to visit me once they got to go back home. Same with Gaz and Soap. The only one I haven’t heard from was Ghost. I wanted to reach out to him, but considering the last time we talked was a month ago and he ordered me to ‘pack my shiet and leave now.’ I get that he was upset, but I also wish he understood my point of view. I want to remember, trust me, but no matter how much I rack my brain, I can’t remember. I only remember me getting recruited and the day of my injury. Every once in a while, I will have a small flashback to a small thing that happened during my time on the field, but they are never about Ghost and I being together. None of this makes sense, but there is nothing I can do about it. I was at my dining table, stirring my coffee mug about to sip it and eat the french toast I made. 

*KnockKnock*

Who could that be? I am not expecting anyone and Price didn’t tell me they would be coming home anytime soon. I got up, went up to the front door, and opened it, nearly fainting in response. 

“Hey, Birdie.” 

Ghost stood there at my doorway holding a bouquet of..

“Ghost, I uh..didn't expect you.” I admitted, considering how angry he was with me. 

“I know.” 

“Would you like to come in? I can make you some tea.” I offer. 

“I’m fine, I just wanted to come by and bring you these. They were your favorite. And to also apologize for how I treated you when you left. It wasn’t right. I’m sorry.” Ghost apologized. 

I don’t think I have ever heard Ghost apologize before and it was definitely genuine. 

“It’s okay, sir. I understand.” 

I understood where he was coming from. 

“Please, just Simon is alright.” He said. 

Simon? Simon..

Ghost then handed me the bouquet of sunflowers. They smelled so nice, so heavenly, so…

“Simon.. Do you really feel that way about me?” 

“I do, I love you, Birdie…” 

~

“How are we going to tell Price about us?” 

“I’ll figure something out, love. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about nothing…” 

~

“Si.” 

“I love you so much, Birdie..You complete me.” 

~

“Birdie, will you marry me?” 

“Simon..yes. Yes I will.” 

~

I..I remember now. 

“Si?’ 

Simon’s eyes beamed up and were once again full of life again, hearing me utter his nickname I had for him. 

“Birdie..” 

You’re back, my love. You’re finally back. 

END 

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[its-time-to-write]

Hi!! I hope you’re well! This ask is a little diff from the norm BUT it’s with Jamie and Bea (his daughter OC you created I don’t remember her name exactly I’m so sorry) but basically it’s her like dealing with a stupid boy who reminds her father a lot of himself and he helps her understand that she’s worth the world!! She eventually finds herself an amazing guy and tells Jamie sm like “I wouldn’t let myself settle for anything less than the example you set”? Anywho I’m always here for Jamie in his dad era so if you’re inspired TY ILY YOURE AMAZING KEEP SLAYING I REREAD YOUR FICS LIKE EVERY NIGHT🫶🫶🫶

wow, two posts in one day?😱 the mission to clean out my inbox continues! this fic is a little out of my wheelhouse, but I did my best. the title is from “betty” bc teens are dumb and also great. here are the other fics in this universe:

you’re losing me

i’ll still be right next to you my dear

today’s a day like any other

lyrical smile, indigo eyes

thanks for requesting!!🩵

i don’t know anything

“It’s just for school, Jamie,” you say.

“Yeah, it’s just for school, dad,” Bea says. 

You point to her from the kitchen. “Stay out of this, kid.”

She puts her hands in the air and backs away. “And hang up your bag!” you call.

Jamie hovers over your shoulder. He’s supposed to be helping with dinner, as he’s taken up cooking more since his retirement from football. 

“Look,” you say as you slice vegetables, “you said nothing when Theo had a girl over last week. Why are you so fucking weird about Bea having a boy over?”

“Because- she- he- it’s different,” he sputters.

You hand him a head of lettuce with the command, “Shred.” He starts tearing it into pieces, letting it fall into a bowl.

“And how, Jamie Tartt, is that different?”

“Theo is fucking twelve. He’s a kid. Bea’s fifteen and a dead knockout. She got both our looks and your brains. Any knob’d be fucking lucky to have her.”

“Yeah, okay,” you replay. “He’s still going to be here in five minutes. And you’re going to be nice. She likes this boy, Jaim. So we’re going to be supporting and fucking grateful that she’s not sneaking around, got it?”

“Fuck’s sake,” Jamie grumbles. “This is what I get for being a prick as a kid. Bet you and Keeley think this is fuckin’ hilarious.”

The doorbell saves you from replying. Bea yells, “I’ve got it!” as she thunders down the stairs.

She appears a moment later with a boy dressed in the same school uniform as her. 

“This is Isaiah,” she says. Isaiah snorts and looks away, so you put a hand on Jamie’s arm to stop him from doing anything.

“It’s nice to meet you, Isaiah. Can we get you anything? Water, a snack?”

He shrugs and says “Nah.”

There’s an awkward pause before Bea says, “Right! We’ll just be in the living room.”

They leave and Jamie turns to you. “I don’t like that kid,” he whispers. You don’t either, but you’re not going to tell him just yet. You’ll give the kid a chance because you have a weird soft spot for absolute assholes.

You squint at him for a moment then say, “You know, if we’re quiet, we can listen in.”

Jamie grabs your head with both hands and kisses you. “This. This is why I married you. Fucking brilliant.” You smile and pat his cheek.

Their voices float in the kitchen and you can’t quite catch what Bea’s saying, but it’s definitely a question. Isaiah’s response is… not exactly kind.

Jamie mouths, the fuck? and you frown. He has a look in his eyes that you haven’t seen since the days he used to brawl with Roy. You’re considering a brawl of your own.

Give him a minute, you mouth back.

You half-heartedly continue chopping while straining to hear as much as you can. It’s not good. He’s not being explicitly mean, but he sure as shit isn’t kind.

You and Jamie are so intent on trying to listen that you don’t hear Theo come in the room. “What are you doing?”

The two of you jump and swear. “Jesus feck, kid, don’t sneak up on your mum like that.”

“You’re the one who jumped the highest dad,” Theo points out. “Mum, can I have a snack?”

You say, “Sure,” and absentmindedly point to the fridge.

“Fuckin hell, did Bea eat the last of the cake?”

“Fucking hell,” echoes your youngest, Georgie. She’s seven, and like Theo’s shadow.

“Don’t say ‘fuck,’” you and admonish in unison.

“Can you be fucking quiet??” Bea whisper-growls from the doorway. “We’re trying to study.”

The four of you make your apologies as she leaves.

—

Two hours later, Isaiah’s left and Bea’s on the phone with her best mate. You can hear her saying something in a favourable tone.

“Why the fuck did you let that little prick into our house?” Jamie seethes. “Fucking tosser. He’s not good enough for her, and I don’t give a shit what you have to say about it.”

You shoot him a Look and he apologizes. “Sorry babe, it ain’t about you. I do care what you have to say. Just- I fucking hated that prick.”

“Give her a week,” you say. “If you tell her never to speak to him again, she’ll do the exact opposite, yeah?”

“Yeah, alright,” he grumbles.

—

It’s formal season. Bea’s sixteen and over the moon, talking about the boy who asked her out. 

“He’ll be here any minute. Dad, you’re still driving us, yeah?”

Jamie smiles and wipes lipstick out of the corner of her mouth. “Whatever you want, love.”

Bea smiles back and fiddles with her necklace. “I hope he likes this dress,” she frets.

Jamie grabs her hand. “Oi, any kid would be fucking lucky to be in the same room as you, let alone at a formal. Isaiah better fucking behave.”

“Don’t say fuck,” Bea says automatically, then she frowns. “I’m not going with Isaiah.”

Jamie’s face twists into confusion. “Why the fuck not?”

“He’s a prick,” Theo calls from the next room, followed by, “Ow, mum, my ear!”

“He is a prick,” Bea says.

“I’m a prick,” Jamie points out.

Bea scrunches her nose. “You were a prick, Dad, like, three decades ago when you were my age. Now you’re just an old softie.”

Jamie shakes his head. “Don’t know how old you think I am, love, but you’ve got your maths all wrong.”

There doorbell rings and you call, “I’ve got it!” as Bea panics with a last-minute hair adjustment.

“Oi,” Jamie says gently, “you look beautiful, love. Just like your mum. Glad you dumped that prick.”

Bea shrugs. “I had to, dad. Couldn’t be with him when I have a dad like you.”

Bea’s date, Thomas, walks into the room all smiles. He shakes Jamie hand then shyly slides a corsage onto her wrist. He is a far cry from who Jamie was at that age. This kid doesn’t seem so sure of himself, like he’s trying very, very hard not to mess things up. He and Bea whisper about something as you sidle up to Jamie.

“We did good with that one,” you whisper in his ear. He smiles. Thank god she doesn’t have her mum’s taste in men.

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[taiyaki-translations]

Murmurs of Flourishing Blossoms - 4

Season: Winter Characters: Kaoru, Mika, Tatsumi, Midori, Shu Translator: taiyaki-translations

<That night, in Shu's atelier>

Mika: Mmph…

Shu: Kagehira! How many times have I told you to take the ribbon out of your mouth before speaking?

Mika: Ehehe~ There were so many things that I wanted t’bring them over all at once so it ended up like that.

Oshi-san, come ‘n take a look at the flower accessories Anzu-chan ‘n I made ♪

Shu: Hm, it seems like the little girl is expecting to be praised. Well, since you came all the way to Paris… I think these accessories are serviceable. From what I see, you two haven’t wasted your time.

Mika: I will keep workin’ harder so Oshi-san will praise me more! 

I also brought the fabric that Oshi-san wanted. What’s next?

Shu: The clothing designs were revised to take into consideration the disposition of each model and the change in exhibition location. After I check them again, we can continue working. Since we have to make outfits for the four of you, we need more of the accessories that you made earlier. 

Mika: Ngah, I remember this shoot’s inspiration is the image of flowers swayin’ in the breeze, as if they're murmurin’. We need t’ capture that kinda natural softness, right? 

The costume design is simple, but the flower accessories were added here ‘n there so that it can blend into the site of the shoot naturally while preservin’ that concept? 

So that means me ‘n Anzu-chan have important work t’ do. I won’t disappoint ya, Oshi-san!

Mika: ♪~♪~♪~

(It’s been a while since I’ve had a meal together with Oshi-san, so I’m lookin’ forward to it~♪)

Oshi-san~ Dinner’s almost ready, so it’s time t’ come ‘n eat!

Shu: Non! I don’t have time for that right now. And if I eat too much, it interferes with my thinking and it will only slow me down. Drinking coffee is enough.

Mika: B…But…

Shu: Now, don’t just stand there. You and the little girl should go eat first. I’ll take care of everything here.

Mika: (It’s gettin’ real late, but Oshi-san continues t’ make costumes without eatin’ or restin’...)

(In the past, when I wasn’t eatin’ or sleepin’ well, Oshi-san scolded me a lot, but Oshi-san is doin’ the same thing now! How did this happen!)

Nnah, I’m gonna scold Oshi-san too!

Shu: Didn’t I tell you to eat by yourself and rest? You’re interrupting my train of thought… 

Mika: Oshi-san, ya can’t use double standards like this~! I also want Oshi-san to take good care of himself, isn’t an artist’s body important?

Shu: ……

Listen carefully, Kagehira. Being able to stick to one’s own ideas is an important step to becoming an independent artist. Of course, the same goes for judging whether other people’s opinions are acceptable. So, I’ll accept your opinion and take a break.

<The next morning, Shu's apartment>

Shu: (Hmm? This scent is familiar…)

What have you been up to this morning? What’s going on?

Kaoru: Good morning, Itsuki-kun. Isn’t it obvious? We bought flowers and breakfast as thanks for your hard work~

We heard you stayed up all night working on the costumes, so we couldn’t just sit by and watch. 

I heard from Kagehira-kun that you mention these croissants a lot. He said they were hard to get, so we went as soon as the store opened to get in line. They’re freshly baked ♪

Tatsumi: Midori-san and I are members of “Gardenia”, and we’ve chosen some flowers that are appropriate for displaying indoors. Midori-san also bought some high quality vegetables from the early morning market and made this salad himself.

Midori: Um, senpai… Thank you for your hard work…

Shu: I just slept a few hours later, honestly, you lot are making too much of a fuss—

Mika: Hehe, but Oshi-san, yer definitely happy too ♪

Shu: Kagehira, don’t get carried away… Wait, what’s that ring on your hand?

Mika: Nnah, Hakaze-senpai taught me how t’weave this. Oshi-san, look, Anzu-chan has one too!

Kaoru: I learned how to weave flower rings on a variety show before, but I didn’t expect that to be used here. How is it, is it okay?

After seeing you make so many flower accessories, my hands were itching to make something too~

Shu: It’s not that elaborate— But the flowers themselves are already natural works of art, so it’s not like it’s without its merits…

Mika: Ngah, I got it! This is the “vigorously growin’ vitality” that Oshi-san was talkin’ about yesterday! 

Mm… If we’re gonna have flower rings, we gotta embellish with fresh flowers…

Shu: Oh? It seems that you’ve already got an idea for the concept that I asked you to devise yesterday. If you want to add a natural touch to your outfit, flowers are definitely a good approach. 

I was anxious to finish the first outfit yesterday because I have to go check the layout of the exhibition hall today, but since you seem to have come up with a good idea, I’ll leave the final decorations to you, Kagehira.

Mika: Mm! On top of the costumes, Oshi-san’s gotta decorate the exhibition hall, so leave the rest of the costume makin’ to me!

Huh? Anzu-chan, you wanna join too ‘cause it’s yer job to support idols?

Shu: You two, I haven’t given my answer yet? My criteria for costume making is very strict.

Mika: Eh, Oshi-san, so yer sayin’ it's okay? Me n’ Anzu-chan, we’ll both do our best~♪

Kaoru: Ahaha, anyway, no matter how busy you are, make sure you eat and rest well—

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[svtminghaolove]

The moment he decided he was going to propose - Vocal unit (SVT)

Hello! Sorry for the long wait :( This was finished last week but I’ve been having problems with tumblr since the start of december, but now everything seems to be good! So here you goo~

Triggers: None that I could think of

Jeonghan: You ang Jeonghan were over at Seungcheol's house to have dinner. His wife, who was a very good friend of you, were about five months pregnant and you knew that she had been lacking some female company (due to Seungcheol's overprotectiveness of not letting her walk around alone) so you had planned this dinner to hang out.

The two of you were in the kitchen, you were walking around and collecting ingredients for the dessert you two were making, while sc/gf/n were chopping up some apples. Jeonghan and Seungcheol was setting the table, even if Seungcheol was very distracted; throwing glances at his wife.

"You that worried?", Jeonghan teased and Seungcheol let out a breathy laugh.

"No, it's just…", he smiled and looked up at Jeonghan. "You'll understand when you get your own pregnant wife", he teased back and Jeonghan laughed.

"And what are the two of you talking about?", sc/gf/n came up to them and Seungcheol smiled and placed a hand on her back.

"You", Seungcheol smiled and she rolled her eyes.

"Is he being overly worried again?", Jeonghan nodded and threw a teasing smile in Seungcheol's direction. She sighed and softly shoved her husband.

"Go and help y/n, I have to sit down for a few seconds. My feet hurts", she groaned and sat down on one of the chairs.

"Sure, take it easy", he said and moved over to the kitchen to help you out.

"So, Jeonghan", sc/gf/n tone made it known that she wanted to talk about more than just dessert. "Since you and Seungcheol was on the subject of wives…", he laughed when he realized where she was going with this. "When are you going to propose to my dear friend?", she fluttered her eyelashes and Jeonghan sat down on a chair next to her.

"We… haven't really talked about it much, except from the fact that we both want to get married", sc/gf/n sighed ad his response and leaned closer.

"Well… I think you should start thinking about it", she smiled and Jeonghan did start to think about it, and soon a plan was made for how to get a ring on your finger.

Joshua: It was in the middle of the summer, and the band had a break so the two of you had decided to go to LA to visit your families.

Both families was at your parents house, you were standing with the dads, trying to convince them to sit down and relax, mostly because you didn't trust your dad around meat (he burned them into a crisp), while Joshua was in the kitchen, talking to your moms; washing and peeling vegetables. He was holding up a small talk with them while throwing gazes at you, smiling when he heard your laugh and how you bickered with your dad, trying to softly shove him away from the grill.

"You worried about the meat?", your mom teased and he cleared his throat and smiled at her.

"Sadly, y/n didn't inherit your cooking skill", she laughed and petted him on the shoulder.

"Always the charmer", she laughed and continued chopping.

"I speak nothing but the truth", his mom laughed and walked over to him.

"He's just trying to be on good foot with his future in-laws", she stroked him over the head. "Good boy", both moms laughed and Joshua shook his head, trying to keep the heat away from his cheeks.

"When we're on the subject…", your mom stepped closer and threw an glance at you, like to make sure you weren't watching. "Have the two of you started to think about marriage?", and now the heat he had tried to push down, reached the tip of his ears.

"Yeah, how long have you two been dating now? Isn't it time?", his mom said and he tilted his head.

"Maybe it is, I mean… I knew we eventually would get married, we just haven't been in a rush", he smiled and placed the knife on the cutting board.

The two of you had been together for a bit longer than two years, and there was no one else he could imagine spending his life with. He looked over at you, noticing your gaze was already on him. You raised an eyebrow and gave him a soft smile, like asking if he was okay. He smiled back and gave you a slight nod, which made you turn back to your dads to finally get them to sit down and take a break.

"Here", he turned he gaze back and notice your mom pulling out a ring from her front pocked, he threw a single glance at his own mom and knew that the two of them had planned this.

"This is y/n grandmas' ring, she has always said she wanted this ring, even since she was little.", he took the ring and your mom smiled. "I'm really glad that you're with y/n."

He smiled and she slightly stroked him over the head, just like his own mom would often do.

"Looks like we'll have a wedding to plan soon", his mom said and they laughed together before turning back to the food.

He glanced over at you, laughing and finally alone in front of the grill while your dads were sitting down in the chairs next to you. He smiled, thinking that he was so extremely lucky to have you, and he couldn't wait to get this ring on your finger.

Woozi: Basically everything you and Jihoon did wasn't in a rush. You liked the way things were and marriage wasn't something neither you or Jihoon was prioritizing right now. But it was a pretty simple thing that made Jihoon change his mind.

He was one of the last one left after practice, only Hoshi and Seungcheol was left besides himself. The three of them where sitting on the floor, packing up their things to get ready to leave, when Jihoon's phone beeped. He picked it up and smiled a little when he saw that it was a text from you, saying that you had landed safely in Norway and were going to take an hour long nap before going to your meeting.

"Is that y/n?", he lifted his head to see Hoshi looking down at him.

"Yeah, she just landed in Norway."

"There for work?", Seungcheol asked and Jihoon nodded.

"Missing her already?", Seungcheol teased and lightly tapped Jihoon with his foot. Jihoon rolled his eyes.

"I get the feeling, h/gf/n has been on tour the last month", he leaned back against the wall and Jihoon turned to Seungcheol.

"What about sc/gf/n? How is she doing these days?", Seungcheol smiled at the mentioning of his wife.

"Great, she has been a trooper with sc/b/n. (a/n: Seungcheol's baby's name) ", and as he was speaking his own phone beeped and he picked it up, a smile immediately spreading across his lips.

"When you speak of the devil", Hoshi teased and Seungcheol stood up and smiled at the other two.

"Maybe you should marry them. Might help with the missing part", he teased and Hoshi groaned loud as Seungcheol walked away.

"I tried! And it didn't work!", he yelled as he walked after Seungcheol.

And it got Jihoon to start thinking. Not about the missing you, he was certain he would miss you as much as he did now even if you were his wife, but about marriage. It would be nice to come home to you calling him husband.

Dokyeom: Seokmin was the type of guy to fake propose to you. Like he often did a dramatic skit where he pretended to take out a ring and held a sobbing speech in which he declared his love for you, but instead of actually proposing to you he would instead ask something like: could you pass me the salt? By now you were pretty used to his jokes and would often play with his dramatics and fake a sob as you said yes and passed him the salt.

This time was no different than the others, with the exception that this time you were out in public.

It was in spring, the snow just starting to melt but the cold air still biting into your skin when stepping outside, but you had the brilliant idea to go out and get ice cream. Seokmin had decided against getting some for himself, but had happily followed you. And now the two of you were happily waling side by side, you with your ice cream and Seokmin next to you.

"y/n?", he asked and you hummed.

"Yes, Seokmin?", you smiled knowing what his question was going to be.

"Can I have a taste?", he batted his eyelashes at you. His lower face was covered by a scarf but you knew that he was pouting.

"No", you teased him and gave him a smile, letting him know that you were only joking. He pulled down the scarf a bit and showed you a big smile as he got down on one knee in front of you.

"Here we go", you laughed and he cleared his throat.

"y/n, the love of my life and existents of my soul.", you smiled and let him take your hand. "'There is not a single day that goes by that my love for you doesn't grow stronger", people around you started to stop and stare, and unlike Seokmin: you noticed that.

"Seokmin…" you whispered trying to discreetly pull on his hand.

"… and we've been together for almost three years now and I think it's finally time to ask you", he took a deep breath.

"OMG! Is he proposing?", the few people around you started to whisper.

"… Do you want to share your ice cream with me?", the people around the two of you grew silent and you held back a sigh, you couldn't let him get embarrassed all by himself. You led out a fake sob and nodded.

"Yes! Yes, I do!", he stood up and you sobbed dramatically as he hugged you, before the two of you busted into laughed and you handed him the ice cream. The people that had stopped to stare quickly walked away and mumbled something about the two of you being childish. You smiled up at Seokmin as the two of you started to walk again.

"Seokmin, I love you, but next time you go down on one knee in front of me: make sure it is to ask the right question", you smiled and took his hand. He smiled at you and squeezed your hand.

"I will"

Seungkwan: Seungkwan had known for a while that he wanted to marry you, but he just needed that one sign from you that said that you were ready.

The two of you were looking at houses. You had been to a dozen places over the past two months but nothing had felt just right, at least not until you stepped into that house.

The real-estate agent showed you around the house, but Seungkwan already knew that this house was the one. He had seen the look on your face when the door opened before you and how you almost skipped when taking a tour of the house.

When the tour ended, your real-estate agent excused himself to make a call and to let you two get a feel of the house.

"Seungkwan~", you were almost singing his name as you danced around in the kitchen, opening drawers and doors.

"So you like it?", he asked and you giggled and nodded.

"Yes! So much! Can't you just imagine? Summer nights when we can have the guys over and just hanging out on the patio, or hosting movie nights in the living room!", he laughed as you moved around the kitchen island. "Or you coming home late from a practice and I'm cooking and say something cheesy like 'Welcome home, husband' and then…-", but he stopped listening to your ranting after that.

Husband. You didn't even think much about the word or even realized that you had said it, but that simple word meant the world to Seungkwan. You were ready, you were think about this just as much and he did and a smile spread on his lips.

"Lets' buy it", he interrupted your rant. You stopped and looked over at him with big eyes and a smile growing on your face.

"Really? You like it too?", he nodded.

"I love it", you squealed at his words and ran over to hug him. He pressed you against his chest and the two of you rocked from side to side where you were standing.

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[experimentfae]

Farmworld Finn X Fem Reader

Oneshot

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

You walked around the woods at night looking for shelter since the last place you lived in was scarce with food and housing, so you were forced into traveling for new home.

But you unfortunately didn’t see a dangerous trap which lead to you having a bear trap on you’re leg, the pain made you let out a shriek, you begin to scream for help hoping that anyone heard you.

Finn’s POV:

I was chopping up wood for the fireplace until he heard someone screaming “Help! I need Help I can’t die out here please!” The voice shouted in panic by the voice I knew it was most likely a women.

I immediately ran towards the voice to see a woman that had a bear trap on her left leg “oh my glob I let me help.” I was in shock at the scene “thank you, thank you.” She replied in appreciation.

I carefully got the mysterious woman out of the bear trap “ok not gonna like it, but looks like it might need some stitches.” I stated this made the women look more scared “don’t worry it will be quick.” I assured

Spoiler alert it wasn’t quick and it was somewhat painful.

She had a belt between her teeth to avoid the pain thankfully it was almost over. “Wow that must really hurt.” Spoke my daughter “Bonnie don’t look at it, don’t want you haven’t nightmares like last time.” I told her.

“Ok daddy.” she immediately went away with Jake in her arms, I went going back to the stitching, she continued to push threw the pain, funny I didn’t think she would able to stay awake due to the blood loss. Of course she took me by surprised then I saw I had one more stitch left “and that’s the last one, let’s get you into bed.”

The woman seemed happy to be resting I helped her up walking up the stairs “so what’s your name stranger?” She asked “Finn, you?” “(Y/n).”

(Y/n): pov:

He laid me done on a bed based on the scenery of the room it must have been his, noticed that his bed had a lot of layers, one of them I’m sure one of the sheets was a bear. “Thank you but where will you be sleeping?” I asked “I’ll be sleeping in the shed.” He stated nonchalantly “what on the shed no, I can’t do that I’ll sleep on the shed.” You argued.

“No I insisted besides with your leg, you will need a bed.” He replied couldn’t deny that he was right “Finn? was it?” He nodded his head “why are you doing this?” He seemed surprised to hear that “why wouldn’t I?” “Well most people would have walked past me, I guess I’m saying I really appreciate you for doing this” you thanked him truthfully grateful for his kindness.

“No need to thank me, I refused to have left you there.” He then left “you sure? Sleeping in the shed?” He nodded his head “yeah I’m sure, make sure you get some sleep it’s part of the healing process.” He left and closed the door behind him.

This left you with you’re thoughts, you couldn’t help but wonder if he’s doing this to gain anything but, he seemed very genuine at to be honest something you wouldn’t admit out loud, you found him attractive.

You decided to drift to sleep saving these questions fo

The next day

You due to a knock on you’re door “come in.” You replied, you see Finn walk in with some soup “I figured that some soup would do you some good.” You took the soup smelling how good it was “wow what you put in this?” “I put vegetables and chicken.” You took a spoonful and it was delicious.

“you know how to cook a mean soup, gotta teach me the recipe.” You saw that he seemed to appreciate that “I umm.. thanks” not great with words tho. You continued to eat your soup while he begin to clean up more around the room.

“Remember my daughter Bonnie from earlier.” Took you a bit but you remembered “yeah what of it?” “Well she told the other kids about you so I hope you don’t mind them, visiting you, we don’t get a lot of company so I’m sure they will come up here to bother.” “No, no it’s not bother if anything I haven’t had company in a while myself.” You assured.

Just then the kids burst through the door “she said it was ok, so you like this machine I made?” A little boy with glasses spoke while showing you some gizmo. “Oh I’m wh- “hi it’s me from yesterday this is Jake.” Bonnie showed an old dog “what cute little guy.” you pet Jake and he seemed to enjoy it.

All the kids begin talking at the same time, you couldn’t make out what was going on, until Finn interrupted “kids enough! Give (y/n) a moment.” He demanded the children immediately did as they were told.

Threw the weeks You grew to have feelings for Finn but you don’t think he felt the same. You wanted to ask about his wife but he seemed to brush pass that information anything you asked or brought it up, of course you put the pieces together yourself.

You got to know Finn more and his children as well. You hate to admit it but it saddens you to think that you will have to leave eventually, you started to become attached to the family.

And the day came that your leg was completely healed. “My leg is finally back to normal.” You cheered as Finn helped you take off the bandages. “I’m glad to see you completely healed.” He sounded genuine but when you looked at his face looked like he was forcing himself to be happy, maybe you’re just seeing things even if a part of you wished he maybe felt the same.

“Guess I’ll um- before you go me and the kids wanted to have one last dinner, I’ll cook something special for the occasion he stated with a rare true smile on his face.

“Wow really?” “Yeah.” You felt flattered that he and the kids wanted to spend time with you before you left, made you happy to know that you were not much of a burden as you thought you were “if anything I should doing something for you, you helped me heal.” He chuckled “maybe but you made more lively in here, it hasn’t been like that for along time.”

You smiled “ok but it’s to late to change you’re mind Finn.” You joked earning a chuckle from him “no worry not changing my mind.” He then went outside “gonna be a while gotta go hunt for the special occasion.” You watch as he switch his usual arm amputate with a knife one, then he left closing the door behind him.

“Now that you’re healthy can you help us cut these veggies?” You looked to see Jay with his little brother with the green eyes “of course.” You and the kids quickly finish with the veggies then Jay turned to you “don’t tell my dad this but… I think he likes you.” He stated “well we are friends so that makes sense.” “No I mean I think he likes, likes you, like how he was with my mom.” This surprised you but made you happy.

“Really? Um… what gave you that idea?” Jay then seem to think “first is that fact he practically keeps talking about you. second he goes out of his way to help you with any of you’re needs, for example he found you you’re favorite book, you’re favorite soup and making sure you’re not bored and alone in the room. he doesn’t usually do that for guest even when they were injured.” You never would have guessed now bearing all of that that is true he didn’t need you to do all that but he did it anyway.

“Do you like my dad too?” This question made you red in the face “I well- as if the world gave you a pass Finn came in “Jay I need you to help me skin the deer.” “Yeah dad and thank’s (y/n) for helping with food.” “You’re welcome.” They both which now left you with a revelation Finn liked you back or… maybe Jay misunderstood you didn’t know which one but I guess, you could only know by confessing how you feel.

“Can’t believe I’m doing this.” You muttered to yourself, now you sat now trying not to figure out what to do. After a while Finn and Jay came back with cut up meat and Finn begin to cook “so (y/n) ever had deer before?” Finn asked “oh no what’s it like?” Finn described that it almost the same to beef but it’s more firm and smoother and has more of a rich or earthy taste.

Thankfully it’s seems just like beef it was cooked fast. “Kids dinner is done!” Finn yelled and his kids came down one by one “wow dad venison? It’s rare for you to do it.” Stated Bonnie “well it’s a special day (y/n) is finally healed and I assume back to her journey.” It made you sad hearing that, did he want you to leave?

You took a bite of the venison amazed by the taste “wow it is earthy.” Finn chuckled “yeah, that sucker was hard to catch thankfully we gonna have venison for a while.” You smiled “thank for all this Finn.” “You’re welcome, are planning to leave so soon though, I figured it might be too dangerous out there for you.” You almost smiled, maybe he did want you to stay without saying it.

“Well I’m not sure but- “Daddy can Jake have venison this time?” Bonnie asked “of course.” Finn assured Bonnie have him a small one and Jake gladly ate it. After dinner was done I guess it was time for you to go. “I guess this is goodbye.” You gave all the kids hugs “(y/n) do you really have to go?” Asked neptr you sadly smiled “I’m sorry I have to.” To be honest did you thought but you felt you over stayed you’re welcome.

All the children were upset but finn spoke up “kids can you go upstairs for a bit?” “But why?” Asked Jay “I said go.” Finn demanded the kids listened while Bonnie looked back at me and Finn, he looked to make sure the kids were really gone.

“(Y/n) please don’t go.” Finn pleaded, you smiled “you really want me to stay.” He smiled back “yes I, I know we don’t each other for long but I want you more than just a friend, (Y/n) will you go out with me?” He asked you could read his eyes they looked desperate for a positive answer thankfully you felt the same. “Yes I’ll love to Finn.” You hugged him, he happily retired the hug “I’m so glad you’re staying here, you are staying here right?” “If you want me to.” “Of course I do, I’ll go tell the kids the good news.” He departed going upstairs.

You immediately put your bags down and watched as the kids came running down the stairs all surrounding you in a hug. “I’m so happy you’re staying (y/n).” Spoke Bonnie happily hugging your leg “you smiled I’m really happy too.”

You got into a relationship with Finn you two were taking it slow and the kids love hanging out with you and now being part of the family now you haven’t felt this type of family love in along time, maybe even realizing this is what you have been searching for this whole time.

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(Sorry this took forever had writers block)

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[starofkhaenriah]

pulled a bunch of lines from this prompt list to try to get myself back into writing. enjoy!

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You arrive home to the smell of something cooking. 

This is not, as it turns out, something usual. To begin with, you don’t share this room with anyone - your few visitors are not chefs either. In fact, the only one who’s really visited you at this Liyuean inn is Xiao. Xiao who doesn’t eat. Xiao who is content to watch you eat, though he doesn’t do so himself.

But the air definitely smells like food.

And you are definitely hungry. 

Though you haven’t quite figured out who’s cooking up a storm yet, you announce, “Honey, I’m home!” After all, if they’re nice enough to be cooking you a meal… Surely there’s no murderous intent in this. 

A clatter comes from your kitchen. An ever familiar voice yells, “In here!” as if he hadn’t just made so much noise. 

Turning the corner, you lean against the doorframe. “Xiao?”

“Hi.” Sheepishly, he waves a ladle at you. “I’m making soup.”

“Uh… Huh. Sorry, I didn’t call you away from something important, did I?”

He shrugs, turning back to his pot. “You didn’t call at all.”  

You wince. There’s no venom in his voice, but Xiao only says what he means to say. And this means that he’s been waiting for a call all this time, and you’ve neglected to give him what he desires. “Sorry.”

“I, uh.. I was sort of hoping you needed me - I mean- hoping that you wouldn’t mind seeing me. Is that..?”

“No, I’m glad you’re here, I’m just confused.” 

“About?”

“Why you came to my kitchen while I was out doing commissions. Isn’t your thing like.. Helping me murder the enemy?” 

“Right.” Gently, he pulls you in by the elbow. “Taste this.” 

Warily, you sip the soup. Surprisingly, you taste far more in it than Xiao had likely intended. It’s a clumsy soup, given the ways that Xiao has cut all the vegetables. He’s deft with a spear, but not much else, it seems. Yet, it tastes like comfort. You wonder if this is some adept magic imbued in his spices, but you give him the benefit of the doubt. “This is good. You’ve been practicing?”

Xiao looks like he’d like to be swallowed by the floorboards. He exhales heavily, putting down the ladle and turning to face you fully. “Rex Lapis and I went to an adeptal gathering the other day. Just all of us from the old Liyue, making a final toast to the land of contracts as we knew it. Things are changing, but you know what? So have I. Everyone I’d ever cared for was there - everyone but you.”

Dumbly, you respond, “So why the soup?”

“I think I probably love you. So I wanted to deserve you, and I’m trying, but the only thing I could come up with was fucking soup.”

“Hey, I like soup.”

Sweet, sweet boy who never learned how to love. Who grew up with the man of contracts and probably thinks he needs to give something to get it back. Who totes around his baggage without ever letting anyone carry it.

“Hey Xiao?” The soup boils in its pot as you address him. “You’ve already stolen my heart; the least you can do is tell me what you’re going to do with it.”

He cracks a small, sad smile. 

“There it is. Come on. Show me my favorite smile.”

It’s replaced by a scowl again. 

“Xiao!” 

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Oh, come on! Every time you smile, I memorize it. I put it in my little photo book in my head. No matter what happens, that’s the version of you I remember.”

Xiao had practiced so much poetry for this moment - I feel like myself when I’m with you. I feel good about who I am when I’m with you. I don’t feel whole without you anymore - the most important piece of me. I only live in the moments we share, and the rest is just waiting until you call again. You’ve wound yourself around my soul so tightly, you’re all I feel anymore - and none of it comes out when he wants it to. 

Instead, all he says is, “Eat your soup. Just let me look at you a little.”

And when you sit at the table across from him, with his cooking steaming in front of you, he prompts you about your day. He wants to know what you’ve been up to today. What you’ve been up to since he’s been gone.

For the longest time, the world he lived in was anything but beautiful. It’s been dark, painful, nothing worth reliving. But every once in a while, when he gets to meet you, his soul feels a little less crushed.

He could get used to this.

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[workingforthewidow]

“Find someone who grows flowers in the darkest parts of you”

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Happy birthday Bo and Vincent!

Welcome to the party of the year! And by part I mean an 11K kinda angst at times story. Welcome to part 5! Read part 4 here!

This story is NSFW and not for minors- if you are under 18 go ask your legal guardian if you can watch the movie.

Warnings: kidnapping, forced marriage, dub-con, attempted non-con, abuse, Stockholm syndrome, age gap (15 years- K&C are 19 Sinclairs are 33 soon to be 34 yes we will have a birthday party for them). Don’t like it don’t read it,

THIS CHAPTER HAS VERY DARK SCENES! This chapter contains abuse and twisted emotions. This is a work of fiction.

It had been a week since Caroline had seen her sister. A week where the only person she saw was Bo. After their day spent at home he started taking her to the shop with him and taking her for walks in the mornings. And in the evenings after dinner they would lay on the couch and watch whatever show was on. Bo will never forget the way her eyes lit up when an old western called “Maverick” came through.

“Katie, Daddy, and I watched this together. Daddy loved this show. Though I prefer Brett episodes, this one is a Bart.” She then talked over the entire episode explaining the shows background to him but he didn’t mind. She could tell him about watching paint dry and he would be hooked to every word.

Finally on the eighth day she mustered up the courage to ask him about Katie. She had been good, she had deep cleaned the living room, their bedroom, the hallways, and had even gone over the kitchen again. He had left her alone that day too. Telling her he trusted her.

“You’ve been a good girl all week babygirl. Why don’t we try to see if you can be good and follow the rules while I’m at work?” He asked her over breakfast and she nodded happily. “I’ll try to be back for lunch but don’t stress over making something. Focus on dinner. And don’t forget what to do when I get home, probably around 6.”

He stood up and she followed him to the door, “Have a nice day, Bo.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him sweetly. He pulled away and placed one more kiss to her forehead before heading out to the shop.

She spent the day tidying up the already clean house. Then she inventoried the kitchen. She hoped Katie would fall into the routine she made- no she can’t think like that. They were getting out of here. They weren’t staying here. Once she reminded herself of this she started looking closer at the house. Looking for any place they could escape or anything that could be used as a weapon. Bo and Vincent were a lot bigger then the girls so taking them down won’t be easy. She spent the rest of the day making a list in her head to share with Katie when she had the chance. At 5 o’clock she made it back to the kitchen and started prepping their dinner. She started really missing Katie so she made one of their favorite meals- chicken Alfredo with broccoli and garlic bread.

Earlier that week she had cooked meatloaf and a side of green beans and carrots. She thought Bo’s eyes were going to fall out of his head. It took a lot of begging for him to try the vegetables but he finally did and begrudgingly said they were good.

When the clock chimed 6 o’clock she heard tired crunching over the gravel in front of the house. Luckily she was at a good pausing point in the recipe. Everything was done she was just mixing the chicken into the sauce. She opened the fridge and got a beer, quickly opening it before walking to the front door.

She waited for him to open it and when he did he was smiling at her. She kissed him and gave him his beer.

“Knew you’d be a good girl, baby. Dinner smells good.”

“Thank you. I haven’t made it in a long time. So I hope it taste good too.” She took his hand and they walked into the kitchen. He sat at the table and she plated their food sitting it on the table and getting herself a glass of water. She sat down and they started eating. Bo told her about his day, the most exciting part being the fox that got locked in his shop during the night. She smiled and nodded along with his stories building her courage to ask.

“You want something. I can tell by the look on your pretty face. Tell me.” He took her hand and smiled at her.

“Umm, well, umm. It’s just been a week since I saw Katie and I was wondering if maybe tomorrow we could have breakfast as a family again. You and me and Vincent and Katie, Lester if he’s in town. Or… or dinner if you have to be up early for work. I promise I’ll be good. I know better now. I know how to be good for you. Please, Bo.” She squeezed his hand and gave him a pitiful pleading look.

He squeezed her hand back and smiled at her, “I’ll talk to Vincent baby. I have more things to clean up in the shop from that damn fox but family dinner does sound nice.”

“I can help you. I can come help clean up the shop. I’ve sorta cleaned the whole house already and then cleaned it again. I’m kinda bored now. And I got lonely today without you. Even took a shower earlier than usual just for something to do.” She continued to hold his hand. She had gotten so use to seeing him all day everyday the last week.

“I missed you too babygirl. Why don’t you go get ready for bed while I shower then we can go to bed?” He asked her putting the dishes in the sink. She stood up and went to wash up the dishes before answering but he took her hand. “Take a break from it baby for tonight. Go upset and wait for me. Put on your cute little pajamas and get in bed.” She just nodded and followed him up the stairs.

She put on a cotton pajama tank top and shorts set and waited for him. She went over her list she had made earlier of ways out or things to use against them. Once her and Katie could cook together they could put bleach in their food maybe. Or some other chemical. Once they were trusted wit the knives they could stab them. None of the windows looked like they could open and the doors were too obvious.

She was lost in her head and didn’t see Bo come into the room. It wasn’t until his hand was on her thigh that she snapped back to reality. His hand ran up and down her thigh as he started kissing her neck. “Damn baby, you could be wearing a potato sack and I think I’d get a hard on.” His hand traveled higher up her thigh, his fingers brushed against the edge of her panties. She tensed and her breathing shallowed. “Sweet girl, daddy’s gonna make you feel so good.” His voice was lower as he whispered in her ear and his eyes were dark with lust. She bit her lip and put her hand over his in an attempt to stop him.

“Bo, can… can we just…” His head snapped up from her neck and he smirked.

“Oh babygirl, don’t tell me you’re a virgin. Pretty little thing like you never had someone going after her? Or were you being a good girl and waiting for your husband?”

Her mother’s words rang through her mind and she repeated them aloud, going into a trance, “Good men want good pure girls with their ring on her finger in their marriage beds.”

He laughed and kissed her next again, “Is that the problem baby? I didn’t put a pretty little diamond on your finger before calling ya my wife? I’ll get you a ring. Take ya out tomorrow to pick whichever you want.” His hand went back to her legs trying to open them.

Her mind started racing and her breathing was shaking, “Please Bo. I’ll do something else for you just not this. Not now. Please.” She begged. She didn’t want to lose her innocence to her kidnapper.

He rolled his eyes and huffed, “Fine babygirl. But tomorrow you’re getting that ring and then giving me what I want. Or I’ll take it.”

“Thank you. That means a lot to me.” Maybe he wasn’t so bad. If he really was going to take her by force he would just do it now. But he was waiting, sure he had made the threat but that was just to scare her. Maybe he could be kind.

“Whatever makes you happy babygirl.” He kissed her and laid down pulling her to his chest. He brushed his fingers through her hair until she fell asleep. Tomorrow night he’d have his fun, no matter how much she begged.

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Vincent started taking Katie on walks around the town in the evenings before he got their dinner from Caroline. Ambrose really wasn’t that big of a town. And he even explained the plans to her (he withheld the dead people part though, couldn’t give her too much at once). She thought the idea was amazing. She actually said that. She liked Mama’s idea. They had walked the whole town and ended at the old antique store. Her eyes widen, she loved antique stores. She tried looking in the windows but it was hard to see. She turned to Vincent and was about to ask if she could go in, but he already had the key in hand to open the door. She smiled and clapped happily nearly skipping inside.

He pulled his small notebook from his pocket and wrote for her.

~I have to turn on the lights in the basement. You can stay here.~

She could fell the unspoken, well unwritten, ‘be good, follow the rules’. “Okay but be quick or I might just start feeling around with my hands.” She teased with a wide smile. He nodded and made his way down to the basement where the control panel was held.

While she waited she used what little like was seeping in to look at the jewelry counter that was placed under the windows. She assumed when the windows were clean and the sun shined on them the diamonds would shine. She squinted to try and look at the jewels then heard the sound of old lights flicker on. It took a moment but the lights made their way on lighting up the room. She was able to fully see the counter now.

She had always loved jewelry. That was one of the few things she and Caroline had in common. There were necklaces, bracelets, rings, and other items. All somehow still shiny and pretty. She saw the opening to enter behind the counter and moved to it. The cabinets weren’t locked and she was able to pull out a tray of rings. She picked over them pulling out a few she liked and tried them on. She had just pulled out a shining deep blue sapphire oval held in white gold when she heard footsteps and looked up to see Vincent.

“They’re so beautiful.” She admired the ring under the lights. “This one is my favorite.” She showed him the sapphire ring she was holding. He took it from her and held it in under the light himself. She was right, it was beautiful. As beautiful as her.

An idea formed in his head and he took her left hand in his. He slowly took the ring and slid it over her ring finger. He looked up to gauge her reaction. She smiled, one of his new favorite sights.

She put her hand next to his face, close to his eye, “The same color. Oh, you need one too.” She took his hand and looked back to where she had seen the more masculine jewelry. She took out a tray of white gold bands and took his hand trying to find one in his size. She found one she thought fit well and looked to him, “Does that fit? Not tight or loose?” He moved his fingers around and nodded at her. She smiled again and took his hand as they walked through the rest of the store. An hour or so later they were walking back to the house hand in hand.

“Vincent, um could maybe I see Caroline again soon? Please.” She asked him as while when they made it to their bedroom. He took both her hands in his and nodded. “Thank you darlin’.” He swore he died at that moment. The way her accent flared a bit at the pet name and the shine in her eyes made his hear skip a beat.

She pulled out of her oversized shirts and changed into it for bed. She crawled up the bed and watched him as he too changed for bed into clean boxers. Just as he was about to lay down next to her a knock came from the door.

“Vinny, come here. Gotta talk for a minute.” Bo’s voice rang through. In the dim lamp light she could barely see Vincent roll his eye. He patted her cheek and went out the door.

Bo went down stairs with Vincent following.

“Told Caroline we could have family dinner tomorrow if you agreed.”

Vincent nodded, glad Bo had brought it up instead of him having to do it.

“They are doing good. I think soon we can trust them alone.” Again Vincent nodded in agreement. He jerked his head upstairs. He had a pretty girl waiting for him. It was Bo’s turn to nod and follow his brother upstairs.

“I missed you.” Katie said as soon as he was back in the room closing the door. He smiled under his mask, which he slowly took off before laying in bed next to her. He carefully kissed her forehead and moved down to her lips. She returned his kiss with a little more passion.

Things started to heat up, her hands went to his hair and his went to her lower back. Before he knew it she had thrown her leg over him to straddle him. The kiss continued until she pulled away and started kissing his neck, nipping in some places, and licking in others. He moved his hands to her hips and stated rubbing circles on her thighs.

She felt him growing hard under her and she started to move her hips just a bit to tease him. Without warning he flipped them so he was on her. His hands roamed her body under her shirt and she sat up letting him remove it from her, tossing it to the floor. His hands moved up her again going to her breast. He stared kneading each breast sometime pinching a hardening nipple. His mouth went to her neck and traveled down towards her breast. His lips replaced one of his hands freeing it to go down her body to her thighs. She moaned as his hand danced along her thigh.

Her hands went to his hair and she raked her fingers through it, “Vincent, I should probably tell you, I’ve never done anything like this before. Mama raised good girls.”

Of course his angel was pure. His sweet pure angel who had saved herself for her husband, for him. He almost regretted not waiting for her. But there had been a few nights when he would go to Bo’s underground room to use one of the girls there.

He smile against her neck before moved to press a sweet kiss to her ear, whispering in his low rough voice, “I’ll take care of you angel. Be good for me.”

Just that alone made heat spreading to core. “Of course. Always good for you.”

He went back to kissing her neck and let his fingers go back to her thighs. She parted her legs and moved himself in between. His mouth moved back to her breast and he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth biting gently while his hand finally brushed against her core. Oh she was enjoying this, enjoying him. Her panties were soaked, his pride swell at the thought that he had done this to her. She was letting him do this to her. He released her nippled before going to the next one. He bit down the same time he allowed a finger to slip into her folds coating himself in her before slipping inside. She was tight, and he couldn’t even imagine how she would squeeze his cock.

She threw her head back and moaned loudly at the foreign feeling. His free hand flew up to cover her mouth. He really didn’t need Bo to hear them. Once she had recovered he moved his hand and sat up. His fingers hooked into her panties and she lifted her hips to let him pulled them down. Blood rushed to her cheeks as she watched him look at her most intimate area. He kissed between her breast and made a trail down until his face was level with her pussy. Her hands automatically went to his hair. Without warning he licked up her folds and flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue. One of her hands went to her mouth to hide her moans.

He started pumping his finger and slowly added a second trying to get her ready for him. He continued to finger her and flick her clit with his tongue until she was a morning begging mess beneath him.

He finally moved up to her face when she begged, “Please Vincent. Please I need you. Take me please.”

Vincent Sinclair was not one to deny his angel. He kicked his boxers off and rubbed himself through her folds wetting himself in her juices. Finally he lined himself up at her entrance and entered slowly, trying to allow enough time for her to adjust to his size. Even with her hand over her mouth she screamed loudly at first but he shushed her and calmed her, peppering kisses all over her face. Eventually her breathing even outed and he slowly stated to rock his hips into her.

She couldn’t describe the feeling of sex with Vincent. The only word that came to light was ‘right’. This was right, this was how things were suppose to be. But a part of her was telling herself this was wrong. He had taken her, he had hurt her. He wasn’t a good man. She should be running from him. She shouldn’t be doing this with him.

Yet she didn’t tell him to stop. In fact she begged him for more. It got to the point she could only speak his name in a plea as his lips pressed kisses to her neck and shoulders. Occasionally he would bite down making her moan and run her nails down his back or bite at his neck in return. She felt a coil in her belly start to tighten getting close to her release. Seeming as if he could read her mind his hand moved to play with her clit. She was over after that, darkness filled her vision and she saw stars as the tidal wave ran through her. Just as she was coming down from her own high she felt him tense as his release came sending hot ropes of cum into her. He pulled out slowly and she whined at the loss.

For a fleeting moment the haze cleared and she thought about what the consequences of this could be. But the moment he pressed his forehead to hers their breaths matching in gasps, the haze returned and all her thoughts pointed to him.

She raised a shaking hand to his face looking into his eye. She kissed him sweetly savoring this moment. She felt his fingers tracing on her hip and she realized he was ‘writing’ to her on her skin.

~Okay?~

“Yes, yes. More than okay, wonderful.” She could see him smile through her still blurred vision.

~Stay, be back.~

He kissed her forehead and stood pulling clothes on before leaving the room. He returned seconds later and she felt a warm wet rag cleaning her thighs. She hissed at the overstimulating feeling but he shushed her again. His other hand traced calming circles on her legs. Once he was satisfied he pulled her up into his lap, throwing the rag on the floor. She rested her head on his shoulder pushing her face into his neck. His fingers traced letters on her back.

~Shower?~

She nodded slowly against his skin, still coming back to reality. He sat her back on the bed and pulled her shirt over her head before taking her to the shower. He let her stand under the water and brushed his fingers in her hair. His hands moved down her body in soft caresses. They stay silent enjoying each other’s presence.

She let her mind drift off again. To a place where they could be happy. Where they had met under normal circumstances and could be normal. But then she probably wouldn’t have given him a second glance. Even if she did when she found out their age difference she would have shut everything down quickly. Yet here she was losing her innocence to a man nearly twice her age, who had kidnapped her, beat her, kept her away from her twin, and who had threatened her. A man who was currently looking into her eyes with love and admiration like she was a fragile doll and if he took his eyes of her she would shatter.

She didn’t even notice when he cut the water off. Or even the warm towel being wrapped around her, her arms moving on their own to secure it to her body. She felt like she was in a trance, going through the motions. He pulled her shirt back on her and gently pulled her to the bed. Once her head hit the soft pillow it was like all the emotions caved in on her at once.

She gulped air and started shaking. Everything, the good emotions, the bad emotions, her whirlwind thoughts. moved through her body. Tears poured down her cheeks and she saw no end in sight. She was so confused, not knowing what she wanted. She had been stuck in this town for barely a month and so much had happened. He was awful, beating her, separating her from Caroline, threats to her life. But he was also wonderful, showing her love in a way she had never felt before. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t okay. But sometimes maybe things didn’t have to be right or okay. Somethings could just be, her and Vincent could just be. It’s not anyone was waiting for her on the coast. They didn’t have plans made in stone. Just drive from Georgia to California and figure it out when they got there. No guarantees of finding a good life. They had money from their parents life insurance and the settlement from the train company. But that wasn’t always enough.

But he was here, here in this ghost town in Louisiana. In Ambrose, a town that wasn’t even on the map anymore, was Vincent. He made sure she had food, a home, and he would love her. And she would love him. And they would be happy.

Vincent took her in his arms and rocked her. Whispering in her ear with his low rough voice that she was okay and he would protect her. She stopped shaking and wiped her tears away. She looked up to him and held his face in her hands, he had gotten use to baring his face to her. And oh was it a beautiful face. Her beautiful demon. Because yes he was still the villain, but he was hers.

“Vincent,” her voice was soft and he looked to her, “I love you.” She kissed him gently, savoring him, loving him. She belonged to him now. He owned her heart.

—

“Looks like Vinny already brought your sister in here.” Bo said motioning to the lights being on in the abandoned antique store. He took her to the jewelry counter and let her play with different rings.

She tried several and finally narrowed it down to 2 choices.

“I don’t know. I like both of these. Which do you like?” She held up her hand where she had two rings stacked on her finger. Bo slipped them off and held them in his hands.

“Close your eyes.” He ordered and she obeyed. He took her hand and slipped the ring he liked back on her finger. “Open, baby.”

Her eyes flickered opened and looked at the gem on her finger. Her finger was wrapped in yellow gold and a bright shining blue sapphire stared back at her.

“Matches your eyes.” She said as she smiled at him and fiddled with the ring. She then took his hand and looked back to the jewelry counter. “Gotta find you one now. Gotta let everyone know you’re a married man. Let ‘em know you’re mine.”

The words falling from her lips were sweeter than any candy he’d ever eaten. His babygirl wanting to show others they belonged together. He smiled back to her and let her play with rings on his fingers until she was happy with a gold band.

She looked up at him with her big eyes, “Is this okay?”

“It’s perfect babygirl.” He pulled her to him and kissed her. His mind was wrapped in his thoughts of her when a thought randomly came to the forefront. “It’s Friday.” It wasn’t a question.

Caroline tilted her head in confusion, “Umm I guess. I don’t really know what day it is anymore.” She shrugged and tried to peak over his shoulder to look around the antique store.

“Gotta visit Mama. Haven’t seen her since you came home.” It was like he was on autopilot. Taking her hand walking her to the church, a place he hadn’t let her go before.

“Bo? Where are we going? To her grave?” Caroline asked as she tried to keep up with his long strides.

Bo didn’t answer but kept walking until they made it to the church. She could hear music playing. Was someone there? Vincent or Lester maybe? Did they do this every Friday?

Bo pushed open the door and dragged her into the simple sanctuary doorway. He dropped her hand and walked forward. Caroline on the other hand gasped. The room was full but not of people, there was a priest but his eyes never blinked, and in the center was the casket where Bo was kneeling. She took a closer look to the ‘person’ nearest her. Wax, they were wax figures.

She felt in her gut now was not the time to question anything. She simply tiptoed to Bo and knelt next to him. He took her hand and kissed her knuckles giving her one of the sweetest smiles shes ever seen.

“Mama, this is Caroline. You’d love her. Only had her a month and I can’t imagine life without her. Perfect woman for me. I bet ya picked her out for me. Sent her out to Ambrose for me to find.” Tears pricked at his eyes and he spoke to the wax figure of his mother. It was like he forgot Caroline was there, the way he was talking about her. “Real good girl too. Learning so fast. She’s perfect Mama. Inside and out. Heart of gold, sweetest little thing. And she’s beautiful. I can tell she’s gonna be a good little mama. Raise more Sinclairs to help finish what you started. I love her so much Mama. Never loved anyone the way I love her. Thank you for sending her to me, I love you Mama.”

He turned to Caroline and she gently wiped the tears from his cheeks. She left her hands on his face and smiled at him. “I really wanna kiss you right now but I don’t know how your Mama would feel about that?” The slight giggle in her voice made him smile and lean closer to her until their lips brushed.

“I don’t think she’d mind too much.” He kissed her pulling her as close as possible. Her hands found his hair and his ran up the back of her dress. He started to trail down her neck, nipping and kissing. She pulled his hair gently trying to stop him.

“Bo, love, take me home.” Her eyes lit up and he stood pulling her into his arms kissing her again. She jumped up wrapping her arms around him. He walked them out of the church, never once stopping their kiss. He put her in the truck and climbed in himself. Before he even started the truck he pulled her into another searing kiss.

The drive home only took 5 minutes but to Caroline it felt like a lifetime. Her body was heating up in both excitement and nerves. What if she disappointed him? What if he changes his mind about her? Thoughts blew around her brain but suddenly stopped at the feeling of his hand traveling up her thigh.

“You okay baby? Shaking like a leaf. Don’t worry babygirl I’ll treat you real nice.” He took her hand and kissed it before pulling her from the truck. She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him again in an effort to ground herself. Finally making it to the bedroom he tossed her on the bed and took his shirt off.

His hands ran up her legs and over her shorts to the button. The entire time his eyes were locked on hers full of love. He pulled off her shorts and panties in one go, her shirt following soon after. She felt her body getting hot as his hands and lips trailed her body.

He put his lips to her ear and shushed her softly, “Relax babygirl. You’ll be okay. My sweet good little wife. Gonna be so pretty when you’re all round with my baby.” He continued to whisper sweet things in her ear as he moved to get his jeans off.

He let his lips kiss down her neck, biting, kissing, and blowing cold air to her to make her shiver. His hand went to her folds and he ran a finger through her wetness again making her shiver against him. Slowly he slipped a finger inside of her and he marveled at how tight she was and how her pussy tighten around his finger.

“Damn baby. Gonna feel so good to fuck you. Make you feel so good.” All he got in response from her was a moan. He added another finger getting her ready for him. He almost thought he would break her, she was so tiny.

She moaned and whimpered, bucking her hips up trying to get friction. “Bo, please more. So good.” Her eyes had already glazed over in a trance under his control.

He kissed her neck and moved his fingers faster, “Gotta get you ready for me babygirl. Don’t wanna break my little wife, yet.” He smirked as she tightened around him again. His thumb went to her clit and he knew she was close. Right as she reached the edge he pulled his hand away making her cry out.

“Wh…why…” She tried to speak but he shoved his fingers in her mouth the moment her mouth was open. “Shh baby, if you’re gonna cum its gonna be on my cock. All that baby, thats from me. Only I can make you feel this good. No other man, no one, not even yourself.” He lined his tip up to her entrance and slowly pushed in. “This pussy is mine. I own your body. I give you pleasure and I take my pleasure from you. You’ll be a good wife won’t ya? Giving yourself to your husband.” He started to move and her eyes went wide as he continued to speak, “Tell me Caroline, tell me you’re mine.”

“Yours Bo. I’m yours. Belong to you. Only you.” The words were slurred as she stayed in the trance he had put her in.

“Good girl. Good girl.” He praised her and he continued to rock his body into her.

She had always heard the first time hurt, some even said unbearable pain. But she didn’t feel anything but pleasure and happiness. It’s like she was made for him. He kept a steady pace and left multiple bite marks on her neck and chest. She in turn nipped at his neck and raked her nails down his shoulders causing him to groan.

“Fuck babygirl. Let go for me baby. Cum on my cock.” He threw his head back as releasing into her just as her eyes squeezed shut. Her mouth falling open as she screamed his name. He rode out his orgasm until he had pumped her full of his cum. He flipped them so she laid on his chest while he was still inside her.

She started shaking again, the aftershocks of such an intense organism effecting her. Bo kissed her and ran his hands down her back whispering praises to her.

“Good girl. You did so good babygirl. Make me so happy. Perfect little wife. Gonna be such a good mama to our babies.” The praise made blood rush to her cheeks as her breathing finally slowed and she came out of the trance he had put her in. “I love you babygirl.”

She lifted the upper half of her body and looked at him, putting her forehead against his letting their noses touch. She smiled and kissed him, “I love you too, Bo.” The words came out slow as she yawned.

He finally slid out of her and wrapped his arms around her. “Take a nap baby. We’ll shower when you wake up. You’re safe.”

—

The next day passed like a blur. It seemed once Vincent got a taste of his angel it became a drug. They spent the whole day in bed. Hours went by and it got to a point where it seemed the only words in the English language that Katie could even mumble were ‘more’, ‘please’, ‘love you’, and his name. That one she screamed. He would have tried to silence her if not for the fact the walls in the house were thin and he could Bo’s name screamed in similar fashion from Caroline.

He didn’t think Katie noticed her sisters voice at all. He was her everything at the moment. Nothing in the world mattered to her in that moment but Vincent. By evening he had enough clarity to realize they hadn’t eaten at all. He was about to ask for her if she wanted food when a soft knock came from the door.

“Katie? Vincent? I’m almost done with dinner. It’ll probably be another 10 minutes. Just wanted to let you know.” Carolines soft voice was made even softer when muffled by the wooden door before her footsteps were heard down the stairs.

Katie’s eyes lit up at her sister’s voice and she looked up to Vincent from her spot on his chest. He smiled and kissed her forehead before moving her off him and sitting up. She rolled over and let her feet touch the cold ground. In a comfortable silence they got dressed and met at the door.

Katie touched Vincent’s mask, “I almost forgot about the mask. I like being able to really see you.” The last bit came out quietly, sadness in her tone. He brushed his own hand across her cheek gently before taking her hand. They walked down the stairs together. Things felt right like this was how it was suppose to be. Maybe Mama was right. Maybe you just have to trust the path and have faith and things will line up. Maybe Dad was right too, and everyone did have a soulmate. Maybe Vincent was always meant to be in her life. Maybe they were made for each other, their souls the missing piece from each others lives.

They made it downstairs, Vincent sat down in the living room where Bo was sitting, sipping a beer. Katie immediately ran to Caroline hugging her tight each whispering an “I missed you” in each others ear.

Both went to raise their hands to start signing but froze in unison.

Bo’s head snapped up to them, “Baby, show her around the kitchen and have her help you. We’ll call this a practice round. Don’t mess up.”

Katie and Caroline gave each other a glance and went to the kitchen.

“Here you can carry the potatoes and green beans. I’ll get the chicken.” Caroline smiled at her and handed her the bowls of side dishes. “Their Mama didn’t really know what spices were, weird since they live in the Cajun capital of the world. So I had to play around with adding the spice, hopefully it taste okay.”

“If it taste as good as it smells. It’ll be amazing. Maybe soon I’ll get to help you.” Katie smiled and took her sisters hand. They pulled each other into a hug again. This was the longest time they had ever been apart.

Caroline started to laugh quietly and poked Katie in the neck, “Nice bruise, what you do get into a fight with a vacuum cleaner?” Katie’s hand flew to her neck but Caroline smiled at her sheepishly. “It’s okay, so did I.” She adjusted the collar of her shirt to show the teeth mark on her neck. She got closer to Katie and whispered in her ear, “I want to talk to you about all this but not in front of them. We will have to wait until they trust us.”

“Baby you don’t quit that whispering I’ll have you over my knees again.” Bo’s voice carried from the living room to the kitchen.

Caroline grimaced but moved away from Katie, “Yes, Bo, I’m sorry. Just girl talk, didn’t want to bother you.” It wasn’t a complete lie.

Bo just nodded from his spot on the recliner and turned his attention back to the TV. Tonight they were able to pick up a channel that played movies.

“The TV has a good signal tonight. It’s got a movie channel. In an hour they are gonna play Friday the 13th! Since you know it’s Friday the 13th! I wanna see if they’ll let us watch it together like we use to do with Dad. Les even got us popcorn after I told him it was a favorite snack of ours.” Caroline smiled and Katie nodded along happy to think of a movie night featuring one of their favorite movies.

They moved to the living room each going to their partner.

“Dinner’s ready.” Caroline announced before they made way to the dining table. Luckily this time each girl got her own seat.

For a while they ate and made small talk, well as much small talk as you could with people you saw every second of everyday. Eventually Caroline got the nerve to ask her request.

“Bo, love?” Her hand found its way to his thigh under the table and she made sure to bat her eyelashes. Bo put his fork down and turned to her.

“I have a feeling you’re about to ask for something. Pick your words carefully babygirl.”

Caroline nodded before speaking, “Um, so you remember the tv said in an hour they’re gonna play Friday the 13th?” Bo nodded and she continued, “Well, that’s actually one of mine and Katie’s favorite movies. So I was thinking, since tomorrow is Saturday and you don’t have to work, maybe we could watch it together. The four of us, like a family movie night. We even have popcorn. Lester got some last time he got supplies. If that’s okay with you and Vincent.”

Her eyes flickered to Katie for a moment before going back to Bo who looked to his brother.

Vincent turned his face to Katie who was giving him a pleading look, “Please, it’ll be fun.” She took his hands and squeezed it gently, the still pleading look in her eye.

Vincent thought for a moment, his sweet little angel loved a gory, bloody movie? No no she should be watching a romance, Breakfast at Tiffany’s or Gone with the Wind. But the way she was looking at him with big eyes and her bright smile, he couldn’t deny her. Vincent made eye contact with Bo and nodded.

“Okay fine. You get nightmares though I ain’t doing this shit again.” Bo grumbled and started eating again. Katie and Caroline looked to each other and smiled wide.

Maybe tonight would be the start of a new beginning for them.

—

“Comin’ with me to the station day, baby. Get dressed.” Bo ordered, giving her a dress for the day. They had spent most of the morning continuing what was started last night. They didn’t roll out of bed until 9:00. Four hours later than Bo normally woke up.

Caroline hummed and slipped into her dress, “Okay, is there a reason?”

Her innocent eyes made him smirk he almost didn’t want to tell her but in another twisted day he wanted to see her face glow red with a blush.

“Because baby I ain’t got earplugs for you and I don’t see your sister and Vinny being done anytime soon.” She cocked her head confused and he couldn’t help but kiss her confused pout. “You probably couldn’t hear her screaming his name all night because you were too loud screaming mine.” He whispered it in her ear and pulled back to see her face red as a tomato. He chuckled a bit and told her to finish getting ready and to meet him at the truck.

They made it to the shop and Bo set her to work cleaning the lobby while he went into the garage to work on one of the cars. He just finished changing the oil in the tow truck and went to move out from under it. He misjudged the distance and sat up too soon hitting his forehead.

Caroline heard a bang and Bo screaming every swear under the sun. She stopped wiping down the counter and went to him. She gasps when she saw the cut on his head dripping down his face.

“Med kits under the register.” He gritted out pressing a rag to his head. She followed the directions and came back med kit in hand. He tried to grab it from her but she pulled it back.

“Let me do it. Mama made me and Katie do all sorts of first aid lessons, she was a nurse. Gave us two options in life- become good housewives to rich men or nurses. She wasn’t too happy when Katie and I made our career choices.” She took out the needed supplies and kneeled, starting to tend to his wound.

“Well I ain’t the riches man in the world but I think you make the best little housewife. You’re perfect to me baby.” He winced when she touched the cut with cleaning fluid.

“Must of hit your head pretty hard. I’m not perfect. Mama was perfect.” Her eyes dimmed thinking back to her Mama. Besides Katie, Mama was her best friend.

“Wanna talk about it? Vinny told me a little of what Catherine told him.” Bo put his hand on her thigh. He could tell she was about to make a comment on the name, “Vinny likes to call her Catherine, says it fits her better.”

“Oh, yeah I guess but she’ll always be Katie to me.” She kept working at his wound cleaning and apply pressure. “Mama was my best friend, besides Katie. She was a nurse and part of all the societies. Her mama, my granny, was all sort of high society true southern belle. I mean I guess that happens when you grow up in Savannah, Georgia. Everyone was surprised when she married Dad. He was poor and didn’t have a degree. But he was the nicest man in all of Georgia. And he loved Mama and he loved us. He was a tattoo artist like Katie. That’s how she learned. Him and Mama had gone to Alaska for a train tour. Katie and I were suppose to go but we got chickenpox. Can you believe getting chickenpox at 19? Everyone at school got it when we were in 3 grade. Except me and Katie. We got it from a little girl at church. Mama wanted to stay but we convinced her to go and enjoy it. The mother of the girl from church felt so bad she and her daughter stayed with us while we got better. The day Mama and Dad were suppose to come home came and went and they never showed. Two days later we get a knock on the door. It was the sheriff, Carl, him and dad were good buddies. He had to break the news to us. Turns out the two people working the train had gotten drunk and caused a crash on purpose. It was a suicide pack. They found the letters. So we got a big settlement. Only about half the people died, of course Mama and Dad had to be part of that. That’s why Katie and I were leaving, we were gonna drive to California and start a new life. But I guess a new life in Louisiana is better.” The tears had started half way through but she was smiling at the end trying to make sure self better. She finished tending his wound and kissed the bandage, “There all better.”

“Thank you baby. I’m sorry all that happened to ya. But I know it’s selfish, but I’m glad it lead you to me. Can’t imagine life without you now.” He stood and helped her up, “Let’s go home and get cleaned up. Family dinner is tonight.”

Dinner went by quickly once the boys agreed to family movie night. She tried to talk Bo into letting her have a beer but that was shut down quickly, “No ma’am. You ain’t old enough besides stuff will kill ya, don’t need it.” Hypocrite and he knew it but she didn’t push. In an act of compromise he did give her a bottle of Coke.

The popcorn was made and they made themselves fit on the couch. It helped that the girls were just sitting in the boys laps.

Katie smiled and held Vincent’s hand on her lap, “I’d say you can protect me from the scary bits but honestly its not that scary. I think we laugh at it more than we scream nowadays.” Caroline nodded in agreement but Bo laughed.

“I’ll believe that when I see it sugar.”

The movie ended and true to her word, Katie and Caroline had laughed through half the movie. It was clear they had seen it a number of times seeing as they had a habit of started to laugh before the kill even happened. After the credits the channel announced that on Sunday they would be playing Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

“THAT’S OUR FAVORITE FAVORITE MOVIE EVER!” Both girls shouted.

“Love, you gotta try to get this channel Sunday so we can watch it! Please.” Caroline twisted so she was straddling Bo looking deep in his eyes. In the corner of his eye he could see Katie was nodded with her.

“I’ll do my best baby. No promises. Now it’s late, time for pretty little girls to go to bed.”

—

“You’re the best Lester!” Katie whispered in glee as she, Caroline, and Lester quietly brought everything into the house. It was 4:30am on September 18, Bo and Vincent’s 34 birthday. The girls conspired with Lester to get decorations and the supplies needed to make not only the pot roast but also a cake. Katie had been able to get Vincent to admit they both had a sweet tooth for vanilla cake with chocolate frosting.

“Ain’t nothing sis. It’s nice to actually celebrate for once. Can’t remember last time we did this.” Lester smiled and placed more items on the table. “Dinner’s at 6 right? I’ll make sure to be back by then.”

Caroline nodded and hugged him before he left, “Don’t forget to bring Jonesy.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it!”

The girls got to work making a big breakfast, pancakes, omelets, bacon, sausage, toast, fresh coffee, orange juice, and even homemade butter. Once everything was ready they tied balloons to anything they could wrap a string around and hung up the “Happy Birthday” banner.

By 5:30am footsteps were heard upstairs along with muffled voices. The girls told them to sleep in for their birthday. They reasoned 30 minutes could count.

“They always wake up this early, didn’t you know that?” Bo’s voice carried down the stairs. Vincent must have asked where Katie was after not finding her in bed.

The girls practically sprinted to the bottom of the stairs, bouncing on their feet in excitement. They had actually woke up 30 minutes early today to have time to dress up for the occasion. Caroline had curled her hair leaving it down, while Katie also curled hers but braid her bangs out of her face. Maybe after this they can convince the boys to let them go to town with Lester and get their hair done. They each put on the dresses they wore the first day with the boys. Caroline in pink and Katie in purple, each had flawless makeup to match.

Finally two pairs legs made their way down the staircase.

“Well damn babygirl. It’s like I’m still in a dream.” Bo let out a whistle and twirled Caroline around. Vincent doing the same for Katie.

“Happy birthday!” Both girls shouted once they were back to standing still. They took the boys hands brought them to the kitchen.

“Lester helped by the way. He’ll be back for dinner.” Katie made sure to mention their brother’s part in the surprise.

Vincent pulled Katie tight against his chest his fingers spelling out Thank you on her back. She smiled at home wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Told you, we love birthdays. Especially my favorite husband.”

“Foods gonna get cold and we didn’t spend all morning making this for it to be cold.” Caroline pulled the two apart and made everyone sit down. Bo and the girls ate while Vincent made his plate of food to take to the studio.

After breakfast the boys went off to ‘work’ leaving the girls to their chores. They had sent them off with packed lunch so the girls would have time to make their special dinner. They had everything prepped and just had to be put in the oven closer to dinner time.

Katie ended up staying with Vincent the rest of the day, he wanted to take her out to one of his favorite spots in Ambrose. Hidden in the woods was a small creek that had a bridge over it and it had a beautiful view. In the late summer into early fall the flowers grew tenfold and he knew Katie would love it.

She quickly told Caroline she would make it up to her the next day by doing the chores while Caroline spent time with Bo. Leaving Caroline alone in the house for the rest of the day until Bo came home.

It was getting late, dinner was in the oven, the pot roast the girls had promised to make that thankfully Katie had helped prep before she left, and Caroline was in the hall cleaning the baseboards along the floor. At this point they had pretty much cleaned the whole house and now were just getting the final details squared away. Soon the deep cleaning could end and they would have a perfect house.

Once finished she took off the cleaning gloves to put them over the water bucket when she heard the ping of metal hitting the hardwood. She looked down and saw her ring rolling under a closed door. She tried to grab it but it slipped under before she could get it. She peaked under the door trying to wiggle her fingers under to grab it but it was just out of reach. She stood going to open the door without thinking just wanting her ring back. Bo’s rule about leaving closed doors closed falling to the back of her mind, even more so the threat of what would happen if she opened the door labeled “Dr. Victor Sinclair”. She opened the door and got her ring slipping it back on her finger when hands grabbed her waist and shoved her back against the wall a hand on her neck.

—

Bo was having a shitty birthday. Besides the surprise his babygirl did for him at breakfast everything was shit. He was close to getting one of the cars in the garage fixed but the part he had Lester order and picked up for him was the wrong size. It wasn’t Lester’s fault the company had sent the wrong one but he was still pissed. He went to town to work on some of the machinery for the museum and found an animal had chewed through the wires.

He was angry and finding problems everywhere. He had enough and decided to call it a day. He was gonna go home early and spend time some time with his wife. Maybe he could get her into the bedroom for some midday birthday sex.

He made his way home and started looking for Caroline. He walked up the stairs and immediately saw red. The biggest rule he had given her and she went and broke it. Poking her head into places they didn’t belong. He stormed up behind her and grabbed her by the waist throwing her back against the wall and slamming the door shut next to her.

“What did I tell you little girl? What was the fucking rule?” His face was red and spit flew from his mouth into her face. “Tell me the fucking rules bitch.”

Tears welled up in her eyes and she started sobbing, “Don’t… don’t go into this room. I’m sorry I didn’t… my ring slipped under the door. I didn’t see anything I promise I opened the door and got my ring. I’m sorry Bo I should have waited for you.”

“Fucking lies. You knew what you were doing. You are in so much fucking trouble now. Breaking rules and now lying.” He threw her over his shoulder and out of the house. She wanted to scream but fear kept her quiet. She hadn’t seen him this mad since the day he punished for her talking to Katie. But this was worse, she worried this might be it for her, he was actually going to kill her this time.

Time seemed to go by in a blur, one minute he had her over his shoulder the next he had her strapped back to the chair under his garage.

“Bo please I’m sorry. Please let me explain. I promise I’m not lying.” She shrieked when he slapped her across the face. He gripped her chin in his hand and she saw a bottle of what she assumed was superglue in his other. He ripped the cap off with his teeth and held it to her lips.

“This outta shut you up for a while.” He spread it on her lips like it was her lipgloss he loved to see her wear. He pressed her lips close and leaned in close almost like he was going to kiss her but instead he blew on her lips making the glue dry faster.

Tears continued to fall and she shook in the chair. He ripped off his belt and folded it in half before slapping it against her legs.

“Couldn’t even act right on my birthday could you baby? Just had to cause trouble. You’re gonna get it now little girl. Don’t forget who owns you. Don’t forget who holds not only your life in his hands but your sister’s too. Sure Vinny would be mad for a little bit but he could move on. Just like I will.” He got back in her face and she could feel the heated anger rolling off of him.

“Let me tell you what’s gonna happen now little slut. I’m gonna throw you on that mattress, you’re gonna give me that sweet ass to fuck, then when I’m done with you I’m gonna take this knife and cut right through that pretty little neck of yours. Body should stay warm for a while and I can keep having my fun.” He ripped the tape off her wrists bits of skin coming off with it and pin pricks of blood bubbled over her flesh.

He did as he said and threw her against the mattress making her knees hit hard. She winced in pain and felt him grab her waist pulling her so ass was raised to him. She felt the blade of his knife cut off her panties, the baby pink ones that were his favorite and she had worn today just for his birthday. She heard him spit and felt his hot salvia drip down on her back. He smeared it over her puckered hole and she screamed as much as she could with the glue on her lips. His thumb pressed inside and she felt like she was on fire. That was all the prep he gave her within seconds his cock was forcing its way into her. Stretching her ways she didn’t know her body could stretch.

She continued sobbing as he used her. Her body was a blaze, between the forceful fucking and the slaps he was delivering to her cheeks. If by some mercy she survived this she knew she’d never be the same. She tried to put herself in a better headspace. She thought about the good times with Bo. When he showed her what lovemaking was rather than just fucking. Sure they did that too but he always made sure to love her when she needed it. He had started to be able to read her body better than she could. He seemed to know when she wanted it hard and fast or when she needed it soft and slow. When they were done and he was hold her in the shower telling her how good she was for him and how she made him the happiest man on earth. Or the best times when he talked about the kids they would have, he wanted a boy and a girl. He didn’t have a name for a boy but he said he always wanted a little daddy’s girl named Chevrolet, Chevy, like his favorite cars. He talked about how she would look like Caroline. He kept saying his two perfect girls. That’s what he wanted, his perfect girls.

In a call back to the first time he had punished her, she passed out from the pain. As she felt herself slip away she wondered how Katie would react to her death. Would she run from Vincent or would he talk her into staying? Would he go with her somewhere? It almost hurt to think about.

But the last thought on her mind was the one that told her she really was messed in the head. No one in their right mind would have this thought as the man who had kidnapped them, forced marriage on them, and now was forcing himself on them in the most shameful way. But she couldn’t help but think it. She couldn’t stop herself from thinking that if she lived through this, that if the anger cleared from his mind, and he stopped hurting her, that she would forgive him. He would apologize and tell her he loved her. She would stay with him. She would be his good perfect little wife and give him his perfect little daughter. But that thought faded to black as his hand went to throat and the air was taken from her lungs. Because she had fallen in love with the demon named Beauregard Sinclair and not even the devil himself could separate them.

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“Do you smell that?” Katie looked over to Vincent from her seat on the floor where she had been drafting a new sketch based on the creek had taken her to see. “It smells like something’s burn… oh my god dinner.” She jumped up and beelined for the stairs Vincent on her heels. They got to the kitchen and could only see a cloud of black smoke. Katie ran to the oven and shut it off while Vincent worked out open the doors and windows letting the smoke blow out of the house. Once it had cleared katie opened the oven and saw the roast was ruined.

“What the hell Caroline?” She yelled hoping to see her sister run into the room. “Caroline?” She called again but she got no call back. “Where is she? She promised to finish dinner.” She turned to see the clock on the wall, 5:45, Bo should be home by now too. She looked to Vincent who shrugged and pointed up the stairs. They made the trek up and Katie noticed the cleaning supplies on the floor. That was unlike Caroline. She always put her things away when she was done. Even before living her, Caroline hated having things clutter the floor. Fear started to creep in to Katie’s soul.

“What if something happened? This isn’t like her. Vincent…” He took her hand and squeezed it trying to calm her.

The door downstairs slammed open hitting the wall.

“Vincent get your freak ass down her and bring that slut with you.” Bo’s voice was full of venom. Katie started shaking and Vincent saw her shrink in on herself. He took her hand again and led her downstairs keep her behind him. Bo was fuming at the bottom of the stairs. Even Vincent had never seen him this angry. Vincent stopped on the bottom step Katie placed behind him.

“Fucking little bitch broke the damn rules. Got what she fucking deserved. I’m going to Lester’s you can figure out what to fucking do. I don’t care. Have both of them if you want.” Bo yelled grabbing his wallet and keys, storming out of the house again.

“Vincent…” Katie’s voice was barely a whisper tears springing to her eyes.

“The door opposite the work bench. She’s probably in there. I will go with him.” His voice was rough as usual and he sent her down the stairs while he ran after Bo hoping to talk to him.

Katie ran down the stairs and flung open the door Vincent told her about, she had wondered where it lead. Inside she saw the chair and in the corner her sister’s crumpled body.

“Caroline!” She ran over and breathed a sigh of relief when she felt a pulse.

“Katie?” It was barely a whisper, her eyes fluttering open. Her lips bloodyfrom ripping the glue. “Katie we have to get out of here. I have to go.”

Katie could see in Caroline’s eyes she was at war with herself. Similar to how Katie was feeling. She didn’t want to leave Vincent but she had to protect Caroline.

“Can you walk?” She asked helping Caroline stand up. She took a few stumbling steps before getting her bearings. “We’re gonna have to walk through the woods to find that main road again. Come on, I got you.”

Silent tears fell down Katie’s face at the thought of leaving Vincent, how hurt he would be when he saw her gone. But she had to do this for Caroline.

They were able to get out and start trekking through the woods. They had no idea what way they were walking or how long eventually they both got tired and had to lay down. The sun had set so it had to have been at least 8 at night and they could hear thunder coming in. They huddled together trying to get some warmth and hoped that the wolves they could hear wouldn’t be hungry tonight. As they drifted to sleep shivering in the cold rain Caroline told Katie what happened leaving out the part where she still loved him.

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“Come on wake up. Please please wake up.” Lester had never been so scared in his life while he shook Katie willing her to wake up.

When Bo showed up to his trailer that evening bottle of bourbon already half gone, guzzling down the other off walking through the door. Moments later Vincent showed up as well. Bo started mouthing off about Caroline calling her every name under the sun. Lester just stood there as Vincent grabbed Bo by the shoulder and punched in square in the face. Bo staggered but then fell onto the couch, knocked out. Vincent tried to explain to the best he could what happened.

They let Bo sleep off his anger while they went to look for the girls. They went to Bo’s basement and found no one there. They looked all over town but the girls were gone. By the time they made it back to Lester’s on the edge of Ambrose, Bo had woken up. He seemed calmer and a bit hungover, the pain from Vincent’s punch not helping. He was cursing himself for what he did before explaining what he did.

“Mama was right. I’m a monster ain’t no one that can love a fuck up like me. Fucking hell. I… I just saw red. I was having a shitty day and then her standing there, the one place I told her not to go. But I was wrong. I messed up and now I lost her.”

September 18, 2004 was the first time Lester Sinclair had ever seen one of his big brothers cry.

The brothers stayed together that night at Lester’s place. When morning came Vincent and Lester went looking for the girls again. Bo had been ordered home with instructions to not fuck anything up. He did as told, he went home and he tried his best to clean the kitchen. The dinner the girls had made still sat burned in the oven. Mama’s Pot Roast, just like they had every birthday. Caroline had been so excited to make it for him. She had been so excited for his birthday. To celebrate him. Someone had been excited to celebrate him and spend time with him and he ruined it. Once the kitchen had been cleaned spotless he sat on the couch and waited for a sign of life. He knew she would never forgive him but he still wanted to apologize, get on his knees and beg for her forgiveness. He would do anything to have his girl back. Hell he’d move out of Ambrose if that made her happy, take her to California that she had blamed. Beauregard Sinclair started crying for the third time in his life.

“Vincent! I found ‘em!” Lester yelled from where he had found the girls curled together under a fallen tree. They were soaked to the bone. It had started raining that night after the boys finally went to bed. They tried one more time to find the girls but the darkness of the woods plus the added rain made it impossible.

Vincent ran to where Lester was and took Katie from him. He brushed her hair out of her face and felt how cold her skin was, it felt like ice.

“Oh my god. What did Bo do to her?” Lester held Caroline up to his chest and brushed his finger over her lips. “Glued her mouth shut. Like he did the other girls.” Lester’s heart broke. Caroline had been a little ray of sunshine in Ambrose, he hadn’t seen Bo that happy in years. He looked down her body and noticed the bruises, maybe his brother really was a monster.

“Gotta get them warmed up.” Lester stood and picked up Caroline while Vincent took Katie. They carried the girls to Lester’s truck and drove them to his trailer. He ran a warm bath for them but not too hot. He remembered from his Boy Scout days that you don’t stick someone with hypothermia in hot water it’ll send them into shock. “Should, should we take their clothes off?” Lester didn’t want to embarrass them. Vincent shook his head and put Katie in the water making room for Lester to put Caroline. The tub wasn’t really big enough for both of them but they made it work.

They took cups and pour water down their hair and faces, while also wiping them down with rags to clean the mud off.

Finally after minutes of this routine Katie moved, “Vincent?” He took her hand and rubbed it as she started to cry. “Vincent, he hurt her. Hurt her real bad. I had to try to get her away. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to leave you but I had…” He put a finger to her lips and nodded telling her it was okay. He helped her out of the tub leaving Caroline in Lester’s care.

“She can have some clothes from my room.” Lester said as Vincent took her to get dry. They went to Lesters room and she found some sweatpants and flannels. She put some on and then took another set to Lester for Caroline. When they got back to the bathroom Caroline was starting to stir awake.

“Caroline, Caroline its Katie. You’re safe. Vincent and Lester found us.”

“Bo, where’s Bo?” Caroline’s voice was slurred as she tried to open her eyes.

“He ain’t here sugarplum, you’re okay.” Lester tried to take her hand but she slapped him away.

“Bo. I want Bo. I need Bo.” She started shaking and crying. “Need Bo. Gotta find Bo.”

Katie looked to Vincent and down to Caroline, “Can y’all give us a minute? Let me talk to her alone. Try and calm her down.”

“Yeah yeah, I’ll make some coffee. Try to help warm ya up more.” Lester nodded and Vincent followed him out of the room.

“Caroline, it’s Katie. Calm down okay I’m here. We are safe.”

“No, only safe with Bo. I want Bo.”

“But he…”

“I know what he did. And I know I shouldn’t want him but I do. I want him. He’ll apologize and we can talk. I want him Catherine. I love him.”

Caroline took her hand and squeezed three times. “Please let’s go home. I just want forget this happened.”

Katie closed her eyes and sent a prayer asking for what to do. But if this is what Caroline wanted this is what she would get. “Okay. Les gave us some of his clothes. Put these on I’ll tell them to take us home.”

Caroline nodded and stood grabbing the clothes.

Katie stepped out and told Vincent and Lester what Caroline side. They were against it at first but she convinced them to take them home, “Just let her do this. Something happens again well we will cross that bridge when we get there. Please Vincent, lets go home.”

#house of wax #house of wax 2005 #slasher fanfic #slasher fic #slashers #bo sinclair #brian van holt #house of wax fic #vincent sinclair

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To New Beginnings — Kit Walker x f! reader

summary: Wanting a fresh start, reader decides to move into the country, and they end up meeting the lovely Kit Walker.

tw: time period misogyny, but not in depth or main focus.

wc: 1.6k

Master List

I shut the trunk of my truck and dusted my hands on my overalls. I was still a bit nervous, this would be my second day selling my fruits and vegetables and various animal products at the local farmers market in town. I recently moved to Wasugee, Massachusetts. I couldn’t handle my family anymore, and I decided to try living on a farm once more. It was harder knowing I didn’t have anyone to fall back on, but I was determined to make this work. 

My body relaxed as I sat down on the tan leather seat. Rolling my shoulders to try and relieve as much stress as I could, I turned the truck on, only to groan when I noticed that the gas was getting low. Good thing I’m leaving extra early, I can stop at a gas station on the way.

Driving down the country roads, there was never much traffic. I hummed along with the radio, pulling into the first gas station I saw. It was surprisingly close to my farm. I turned my truck off, ready to get out to pump my gas, only to find an attractive man standing outside my truck with a smile. I rolled my window down, hoping I wasn’t in trouble for some reason. 

“Hello ma’am,” He greeted. “How much gas for ya?”

I felt embarrassed for not realizing that he was just doing his job. I grew up in a city, so they typically had you pump your own gas. I’ve only heard about how great the customer service is at gas stations out in the boonies, now that I live in them I suppose I should grow accustomed to the differences. 

“Uh, just fill it up,” I gave him an awkward smile. His smile seemed to have brightened (if that was even possible) and gave me a nod. 

I sat awkwardly, planning how I’m going to set up my stand, only for Kit to break the silence, “I haven’t seen you around here before.”

“I moved here a few months ago,” I replied, sticking my head out the window so we could talk better. “Plus I moved out on a farm so I’m pretty busy.”

“I’m sure the mister is glad to have a gal like you helping out,” The honey-brown haired man complimented. I knew he was just trying to give a compliment, but it felt more like a jab. 

I tried not to take it personally, he doesn’t know the hardships that I went through in my past. How I basically ran away and started a new life to get away from my family constantly pushing me to become a housewife. That sounded like torture, I couldn’t imagine being trapped in a house all day while the man is out working himself to death. My family didn’t like how independant I was, and so I left. 

Although just because I don’t want to be a housewife, doesn’t mean I wasn’t interested in a relationship, it just never seemed to be on the table. I was an anxious woman, and talking to people never came naturally. Besides, none of the men really seemed worth it. I felt more comfortable on my own anyways. 

“I’m on my own,” I replied. “I liked the independence of working on your own farm so I decided to give it a try for myself.”

He let out a low whistle with his eyebrows raised, “Can’t deny, I love me a woman who can handle her own.”

I felt my eyes widen and I glanced off to the side, having someone flirt with me wasn’t an everyday thing. I licked my lips, unsure how to continue the conversation. The sound of metal clinking took me out of my mini panic and I watched the cute gas attendant put the cap back on my gas tank.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” He spoke nervously. 

“You didn’t,” I replied back, equally nervous. “Just not sure how to reply, not good at talking to people.”

He smirked slightly, walking towards me, “It’s alright doll, total is $2.50.” 

Taking the money out of my pocket, I handed him $3, “Keep the change…” I noticed his name on his uniform. “Kit.”

“Pretty, generous, and hard working?” Kit asked like he was in awe. “Could I get your name angel?”

“(Y/n),” I answered, starting my truck. “(Y/n) (L/n), it was nice meeting you, but I should be off now.”

“Come back soon,” Kit waved as I rolled my window back up and pulled off. The rest of the ride to the market I couldn’t help but think about the cute, flirty man who I just met. He was covered in grease, and I noticed that his workplace also seemed to fix automobiles. Even so, his hair seemed bouncy with the curls that landed on his forehead. His eyes reminded me of dark chocolate, though I didn’t look at him too much. I didn’t want to seem weird. 

I never really believed in all that lovey dovey stuff spewed by couples blinded by the attention their partners gave them. Yet here I was, the brief encounter with Kit left me breathless. I’ve never met a man that humble, sweet, and perhaps seemingly interested in me.

The thoughts quickly left my mind as I arrived, mentally preparing to carry my heavy crates to my stall. All around me, farmers alike bustled around setting up. The market was opening soon so I made haste. I felt the stares of the men around me pierce me, but I kept my head up. I couldn’t let the stares or words of a few stupid men get the better of me. 

Once I finished prepping, I sat on the stool provided to me with a huff. I already felt sweat build on my brow, but I could only be grateful that a tent was provided to block out the sun. Just as soon, people started flooding the area. Women, children, and men alike looking at the vendors' different wares. Some women came to my stall, chatting about their day and how they liked that they could support a fellow lady. Those people made my day, but you’d also get the families who were obviously not too happy with the thought of me breaking the norm. 

Exhaustion was starting to hit me as the crowd dwindled down. The market was going to close in a little over an hour, and I checked how much I made. I was quite proud of my profit. 

“Fancy seeing you here,” A familiar Boston accent said. Looking up, I couldn’t help the surprise that showed on my face as I saw Kit smiling down at me. Nor could I help the smile that lit up my face. I just met him today, but I already felt myself falling for his charm. 

“Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?” I asked back. “Are you here to buy or chat?” 

“A bit of both,” He shrugged, looking at the cartons of eggs I had on display. 

I nodded back, “How was work?”

He looked back at me with an eyebrow raised, “You really gonna ask a boring question like that sweetheart?”

I looked down in embarrassment, picking at the jean material of my overalls. Why can I never come up with interesting topics to talk about? 

“It’s better than me talking about the weather, isn’t it?” I replied back, trying to come back from that. 

Kit laughed gently, causing me to glance at him, “You got me there.” I smiled shyly glad to have recovered from a shitty topic. “Wasn’t a bad day, steady crowd. How about you?”

“Busy,” I replied instantly, causing him to chuckle some more. “But that’s good news for me.” 

Picking up a carton of eggs, Kit spoke up, “That’s good, I’ll take this off your hands, how much?”

“$0.63,” I replied, taking the carton from his hands. I placed it in a brown bag and handed it back to him as he gave me the exact change. 

Glancing at my watch, I noticed how I have 30 minutes left and let out a sigh. The thought of a warm bath made my bones ache more, and I knew that I had to still do my nightly duties with the animals. 

“I can help you pack up,” Kit offered. 

I shook my head, “That’s a kind offer, but this is the job I chose, so I gotta get used to it sooner or later.” 

“You sure?” He asked. “I don’t mind helping.” The offer was enticing… Though I didn’t want to seem weak. Or maybe I’m just being too stubborn. I bit my lip in thought, crossing my arms.

“Fine,” I agreed weakly. “But don’t overdo yourself, you’ve already had to work today and I don’t want to add to the pile.”

Kit nodded in agreement and helped me pack the leftover products in the crates I brought. He even helped me carry the crates to my car. 

“Thanks for the help Kit, I hope it wasn’t too much of a bother,” I smiled weakly. “I owe you one.”

“Owe me, huh?” Kit asked in a teasing tone. “How about a date?” 

I didn’t even realize that my mouth hung slightly open as I stared at him in shock. I felt myself fluster, which only grew worse as he gently shut my mouth, one of the brightest grins on his face by far. 

“U-um okay,” I agreed, not being able to look away from his face. 

“7pm tomorrow?” Kit asked hopefully. 

“See you then,” I agreed, writing down directions on a spare piece of paper I had in my truck. 

Doing my chores that night went by quickly when the only thing on my mind was the date I was promised the next day.

#kit walker x reader #kit walker #evan peters #evan peters x reader #x reader #xreader #ahs #ahs asylum #american horror story #asylum #imagine #kit walker imagine #oneshot #one shot

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I got a prompt request from Sand86802 on twitter. Obviously, she doesn’t have a tumblr so she couldn’t send me an ask. But I’m gonna post it here anyway. Thought I’d go high school AU for this one. I’m sure you’ll get why when you see the prompt lol.

Hope you all enjoy it!

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Prompt:

“Hopin’ one of those senior boys will wink at you and say, “you know I haven’t seen you around before.”

“Fifteen” by Taylor Swift

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Location: homeroom

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Relocating to Chicago was not her choice.

Her dad sold the farm and, with it, their home. Working a family farm just wasn’t turning a profit and they had two kids who would want to go to college eventually. So, her dad got a job at a greenhouse in Chicago where he could still tend to plants, just not vegetables and not at his own expense.

Did she want to leave Fowlerton? No. But does she understand why they had to? Yes. And now that she’s here, she’s determined to make the best of it.

When she arrives at school, the guidance counselor introduces her to her tour guide for the day. Sylvie expected someone from her own class. Maybe an overachieving Junior like herself. But instead she meets Gabby Dawson, a drop dead gorgeous senior who seems cooler and more enigmatic than Sylvie could ever dream of being.

Gabby walks her to her homeroom and points across the hall once Sylvie stands just over the threshold. “I’m over there,” she says. “Most seniors are in home rooms across the hall actually. If you need me after the bell rings just wait for me by the door. Okay?”

“Yes!” She says, sounding far too eager. But, goodness, she’d love to be friends with Gabby. She’s a city girl that seems prepared for everything — cool, calm, collected. Sylvie is none of those things. Gabby grins, failing to hide her amusement, as Sylvie tries to tone herself down. “I mean…cool. Thanks.”

“Hey, Dawson, you got a sec?”

Both girls turn to face a dark blonde, blue eyed boy in jeans and a plaid button down the same shade as his eyes. Sylvie feels her throat go dry as she swallows thickly. He’s the cutest boy she’s ever seen.

“Yeah, I’m just making sure Sylvie knows how to get around.”

Matt’s eyes shift over to her, as if he just noticed her presence. She doesn’t expect much of a reaction. Not when someone like Gabby is standing next to her. But his eyes flash with interest and the corner of his mouth quirks, creating a barely there crooked smile. “I’m assuming you’re Sylvie.”

“Oh! Yes! Hi!” She replies, sticking out her hand for a shake. “Sylvie Brett. I’m new.”

“You don’t say?” He asks, his crooked smile threatens to bloom further. She hopes it doesn’t because she’s not sure she would survive one his full smiles. “I figured since I haven’t seen you around before.” He accepts her handshake as he introduces himself. “Matt Casey.”

Matt Casey. That’s a good strong name. She has a feeling it’s going to be decorating the inside of her notebooks pretty soon. (Should she buy new gel pens to represent her new crush?) Matt is adorable.

“Sylvie’s family just moved here from Indiana,” Gabby tells him, eyebrows raising with some sort of secret meaning. “She grew up on a farm.”

“Huh. That’s new. Must be a bit of a weird adjustment moving to the city.” It’s a declarative statement but his solemn face and attentive eyes make it feel like a question.

“It’s definitely different,” she admits. “Especially because right now my family’s crammed into a two bedroom apartment while we try to find a more permanent place. It’s been…chaotic.”

“I’m sure,” he says, holding her stare and nodding as if he’s giving every word she says equal weight and consideration.

He looks as though he has more he wants to say, more questions for her to answer, but Gabby interrupts.

“The bell’s about to ring. We should get to our homeroom. Plus, we’re kinda blocking Mr. McHolland’s doorway. And didn’t you need to ask me something?”

“Oh, yeah, I just needed to borrow some notes,” he says, waving his hand as if to physically brush the issue away. He focuses his attention on Sylvie again. “You’re joining us for lunch later, right?”

“Me?” She asks meekly.

“Sure, I mean you don’t know anyone else right now. We’re not gonna let you eat alone. Right, Dawson?” Matt asks her, eyes narrowing pointedly.

“I mean, sure, yeah, ordinarily,” Gabby agrees. “But today is Portillo’s day and I’m not sure there’s enough room in Severide’s car.”

Matt’s expression pinches in confusion, visually rejecting Gabby’s concerns as if they’re ridiculous. “Then I’ll drive her. I don’t like cramming in his mustang anyway. I mean, if that’s okay with Sylvie?” He asks, lifting one eyebrow at her in question.

“Are you kidding?” She asks earnestly. “Lunch out with you two or walking through the cafeteria trying to navigate lunchroom cliques? This is a no brainer.” She’s probably coming on too strong. Gabby’s cringing faintly, clearly she thinks so. But Sylvie can’t bring herself to care. She was terrified of her first day and Matt is already making it easier. “I’d love to.”

“Cool,” Matt replies, showing her that full smile she feared earlier. She was right. She’s not going to survive it. He’s handsome without it but with the smile he glows. She can’t take her eyes off of him. “I should, um, get to my homeroom.” He points over his shoulder and takes a couple of steps backward. “But I’ll meet you right back here for lunch?”

“Absolutely. I’ll be here, don't worry,” she assures him.

He nods and claps once, awkwardly bobbing his head. “Great, perfect. Can’t wait.”

He takes one more backward step and bumps into a group of kids, nearly knocking one boy down. Sylvie giggles softly as he apologizes through a wince. He waves at her one last time, completely forgetting to say goodbye to Gabby. Sylvie waves back, biting her bottom lip.

Not even here a full day and she already sort of has a date.

Maybe Chicago won’t be so bad, afterall.

#brettsey #sylvie brett #matt casey #matt casey x sylvie brett #matt x sylvie #prompt fic #my fic #angellwings writes

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@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction thank you for the tag! 💙 I just managed to upload my 10th fic on tumblr a few days ago so this is just timed perfectly 😄

First Lines Tag Game

Rules: share the first lines of your ten most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway ❤️

Common Ground: "To be fair, waking up in a strange place with blood on me is not an experience I enjoy." Steven snorts with laughter, nodding. (Steven Grant & Jack Russell)

Sober Words, Dirty Thoughts: Nathan wakes up with a groan, his head pounding and his neck stiff. He slowly pushes himself up and takes in his surroundings with bleary eyes. (Nathan Bateman/Reader)

The Consequences Of Being A Brat: You watch him squirm uncomfortably, desperately humping the air, the restraints keeping him tied to the bed spread-eagle and cock ring keeping him hard even after what to him feels like hours spent like this. You’ve been sitting to the side of the bed, out of sight from him while having the perfect view yourself. (Nathan Bateman/Reader)

Meeting Steven: Your hands were clammy as you rubbed them over your thighs. It’s hard to remember if there was ever a time you had been this nervous. (Steven Grant/Reader)

Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts: "Oh Nathan. It’s one of those days, huh?”, you ask into the otherwise quiet room. You’re not sure he actually hears you given the amount of empty bottles you see strewn around the place. (Nathan Bateman/Reader)

Requested Steven Fluff: The rhythmic chopping of vegetables syncs up eerily with the slow beat of the song currently playing on the ancient radio Steven had pulled out from behind stacks of dusty books. You hum quietly to the music, swaying with the rhythm as you prepare the ingredients for dinner. (Steven Grant/Reader)

Promise: “If you’re here for the bloodstone, you’re too late. Party is over.” She doesn’t even look at you as she sits there in a plush armchair, the red, glowing gemstone firmly in her hand. You scoff, amused by her hostility. (Elsa Bloodstone/Reader)

Good Boy: “Please. Please, mi vida.” His voice; that high-pitched, needy whimper. You could never get enough of it. It was intoxicating. He was intoxicating. (Jack Russell/Reader)

Anxious Attachment: You watch them sometimes when they are too busy with each other to notice your staring. The way Marc’s face grows soft whenever Layla smiles at him; the way Steven’s eyes practically glow with adoration; the way even Jake seems to almost melt under her gaze. And then there is Layla with her dimples when she smiles and the love she shows without even saying a word. (Moon Knight System/Reader/Layla El Faouly)

You haven’t seen The Mummy?!: “What do you mean ‘Jake hasn’t seen The Mummy’?" You look at the man in front of you in disbelief and frankly even a bit offended. (Moon Knight System/Reader/Layla El Faouly)

And now we get to the difficult part of tagging people 😅 I have few people I know well enough/feel comfortable enough to tag (even less so that write and publish fanfic on here) so let's just go with the usual: if you wanna do this feel that I have tagged you 😉

#nathan bateman x reader #moon knight x reader #jack russell x reader #elsa bloodstone x reader #steven grant x reader #fanfic tag game #tag game

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Heart of the Weave - a Baldurs Gate fanfiction - part 3

Chapter 5 - it’s a long chapter with a plot twist

I’m not worried about the three trying to kill me, because let’s face it, they can’t. I’m worried that the world will go under complete destruction again, only much worse than before. The good news is that none of them have a soul left to sell to the devils, so they probably won’t get very far. Probably. What could be the next big threat? Worst case scenario, their gods can’t find anyone worthy enough to replace them and they all rise from their graves. Best case? Well, the best case is that the worst case won’t happen.

“If you see them again, tell us. Please.” I can tell Karlach is trying to hold in her hatred for Gortash, trying to prevent herself from losing control from the madness. I smile at her and nod in agreement; I couldn’t keep an issue as gigantic as this one away from our closest friends, especially if their lives might be on the line. In fact, other than Gale, Karlach and Wyll would be the first to know, mostly because they’ve both had dealings with Gortash in horrible circumstances.

Time to enjoy the remainder of my day and not allow the situation from this morning trigger any negative feelings. As I’m washing the freshly picked vegetables to prepare for tonight’s dinner, I feel Gale’s arms wrap around me from behind. He had just put Jenevelle down on the mat to lie on her belly and ‘play’ with her baby toys.

“I am so sorry for earlier. I think I was just thrown off by the unforeseen dire circumstances once again thrown our way. We had a solid two years of no unhinged shenanigans and then out of the blue, this happens. I appreciate you and everything you do for us, my love. You truly are the treasure I have searched for my entire life,” he murmurs in my ear, causing goosebumps to scatter across every inch of my flesh. Those were the words I needed to hear more than anything right now. My heart skips a beat as I feel his loving aura embrace me, feeling butterflies on a rampage within my stomach as if we had just met all over again.

“Thank you. I love you so much, Gale.”

“And I love you, more than words will ever be able to express.”

I finish washing the vegetables off with the fresh well water and chop them up, ready to prepare a fulfilling feast. Venison, squash, and sweet potatoes for dinner? Yes please! Plus, it’s Gale’s favorite meal I make. He used to be the cook, until we moved in together; and I have so much fun doing it. As I prepare our meal, I watch Gale play with our precious little baby, both of them just smiling and enjoying each other’s company.

Once seated at the dinner table, we begin to eat the delicious food and I realize tomorrow is the first day back from summer vacation; meaning Gale has to teach at the academy. Luckily, only four hours a day, so it won’t be too terrible.

“I hope you, Jenevelle, and Tara have a peaceful day while I’m gone tomorrow. Maybe you can go enjoy the markets downtown or see Shadowheart, perhaps. I’m sure she would love to see you.” He’s right. I probably should go check up on her to see how she’s doing, plus give her some adult interaction that isn’t Astarion. I haven’t seen or spoken to her since her wedding day.

“And I hope your day of teaching tomorrow will be nothing short of successful. I bet your students have missed you. We shall see what the day holds, hm?” He smiles as he takes a bite of the freshly cooked venison, steaming with an aroma that triggers the desire to devour it. Juicy, thick, luscious.

After putting Jenevelle to bed, Gale and I attend to our own bedroom to embrace the night under the covers. I lie on the bed, completely nude as I wait for him to join me. I pat the empty space next to me as I watch him strip down of his clothing.

“Come here,” I mutter. My voice is soft and quiet as I beg for his body next to mine. He smiles, climbing on top of the bed, but I reach my arms out for him to kiss me and groan.

“Does my beloved lady want a kiss?” I nod, biting my bottom lip. He leans in and places his plump lips on mine, our flesh intertwining as he keeps them there for a moment. I feel his soft fingers stroke my hair, brushing individual strands out of my face and behind my ear, relaxing me. When our lips unlock, his gaze is deep within my brown eyes, holding my stare and making me fall deeper in love with him.

“Thank you for your comfort, it’s what I needed,” I murmur amorously as he continues to hold me. “Your love makes me feel whole. Please don’t ever change, I love you for who you are, and always have.” He rolls off to the side, curled up next to me as we pull the comforters over our bodies.

“You have no idea how good it feels to hear those words. I’ve finally accepted that being my raw, authentic self is good enough as is, because of you.”

While we’re in bed, I realize I didn’t feel the disturbing presence this time, nor have I seen the three horrendous villains like I did before. I actually feel at peace. It helps tremendously that Gale is holding me in his arms as we drift into a heavy slumber. I don’t want to jinx it in any way, though, so I just keep my mouth shut and close my eyes, feeling the warmth of Gale’s skin radiate off his body as it touches mine.

When morning arrives, I wake up with Gale so Jenevelle and I can wish him a good day of teaching at the academy. I hold our daughter and use her hand to wave at Gale as he walks out the door for his first day back at work.

“Bye Daddy,” I say, pretending to be Jenevelle. He chuckles, waving at us as he steps out the doorway.

“Bye, my loves. See you at lunch time.” He closes the door behind him and I take a deep breath, hoping for at least a semi-normal day that doesn’t involve strange visions or unexpected news. I look at Jenevelle as I hold her dear, smiling and trying to stay positive for the day head of us.

“Well, my darling, let’s get some housework done and I’ll take you for a stroll around Waterdeep. Maybe we can see Shadowheart and the baby Asher. Okay, and Astarion. Who knows what they’ve been up to? It’s been awhile.”

Our morning consists of the following routine: feed her a bottle, change her, do some laundry, prepare lunch for when Gale gets home, another bottle, and water the garden. Though it sounds tedious, I actually rather enjoy keeping the tower tidy, especially after all the months of chaotic adventuring. It makes me feel like I have life together now. As Jenevelle finishes her final bottle before Gale gets home, I hear a loud knock at the door that startles me like no other, which is odd because we don’t often get visitors that aren’t our friends. Not even Karlach knocks this loud.

“Heavens! Could they knock any louder?” Tara exclaims. “If I were wearing boots, they would’ve fallen off my body from how high I jumped!”

“Who is it?” I shout, hoping they hear me. No answer, nor were there any other knocks following this one. Curious, I strut towards the front door and open it, noticing no one is here. I do see a medium sized package waiting for me on the doorstep, however. I place Jenevelle on her play mat so I may lift the package, noticing it’s a little heavier than I expected. I place it on the floor as I sit down next to my daughter, preparing to open it. “From Mother” it reads. As I open it, I notice a fairly large book and a letter attached to it, which is an unusual gift, especially from my mother.

“Best to read the letter first,” Tara suggests.

“You’re right. Here it goes.”

“My Darling Emmy,

I miss you so much dear, and your beloved family you’ve started. I hope to see my grand-baby sometime soon. I’m so sorry I have been absent and I really wish I was in touch with you more often. There is something of vital importance you need to know, and I wanted to find the right way and time to discuss it with you. I was sworn to an oath but it’s been eating me alive, my daughter.

Please know I have kept some secrets from you, and you deserve to know the cold truth. I kept these a secret for your safety, my love. To start, many of your memories were wiped out by Shar. I confessed everything at a Sȇlunite temple and…well, my words were heard somehow, and reported to Gortash.

Emmy, there is no easy way to tell you this, but Gortash is your father. Your biological father. I’m not sure if you already knew, but his parents sold his soul when he was a child, causing him to become corrupted. He wasn’t always like this. For years, he fought the corruption brought to him, especially when he met me. Him and I were happy for so long, a long time ago, until power became his true love. It found him once again. I didn’t want that life, so I ran away, not realizing I was pregnant at the time. I took off and met your stepdad. I told him everything. God… I never told you the truth as you were growing up, because you and your stepdad became so close. You didn’t need that information following you for life. Gortash has tried to find out for years where I was hiding, and, well, he recently found me. He knows now that you’re his daughter and he will try to be in contact with you. Yes, even though he’s dead, but not for long.

One last bit of crucial information you must know is that you also have a brother out there. A half-brother, a spawn of Gortash. I don’t know much about him at all.

I am so sorry this is all being revealed right now. I thought that since Gortash was dead, I’d never have to tell you. I saw him. He communicated with me. He’s been given one more chance to live thanks to his bastard of a God, Bane. I wanted you to be fully prepared in case you do come across him once again. Plus, you needed to know the truth. I love you. Please do not hate me. I’m so sorry. I hope to see you soon.

Love,

Mom.”

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[staygoldwriting]

HELLOO!! HERE IS ANOTHER REQUEST I PROMISED!! Also take your time😭 I understand the pressure of getting requests done lol. i got a request recently and I get burnt out a lot that I have to do chucks each day until it’s done LMAOO. BUT… NOW IMA GET BACK TO WHAT IM SAYING. SOOO

Could i request Eddie Munson with a Fem!S/O who has a Kanade Yoisaki Personality from Project Senkai: Colorful Stage

Sorry this took long💀 I was trying to think of someone I want but she was all I could think of AND she’s my top kinnie i kin. SO HAVE FUN WITH THIS<33

🎶 No Need To Ask

A/N: This was such a fun request!! Thank you for requesting it, my friend 💕 I hope you enjoy it—I tried to emphasize Kanade’s hardworking, self-sacrificial, and slightly musical side. As always, please show love and support! ❤️✨

Warnings: an overworked y/n, but it’s all VERY fluffy!! 5/5 on the fluff-o-meter

Word count: ~1.2k

For @siouxxiie 🤗

“Good morning, beautiful.”

You rolled over to see Eddie smiling at you softly and knowingly. You groaned and lifted your head, feeling some music sheets sticking to your face. Eddie chuckled and removed the sheets, then kissed your forehead. All the other members of Corroded Coffin were looking at you with curious yet sympathetic expressions.

“I guess I fell asleep again,” you said, a little ashamed.

“It would appear so,” Jeff chuckled. 

“Baby, you can’t keep doing this, it’s not healthy to be working this much,” Eddie said softly. 

“I haven’t been working too much, you’re just always extra worried about me,” you pointed out.

“Baby, the band and I had a talk, and we all agree you’re doing too much!” Eddie said softly. 

“I’m not, I’m totally good!” you argued.

“Y/N,” Gareth said slowly, “this is the third band practice in a row that you’ve fallen asleep during. You need to feel better, I mean, when was the last time you had a vegetable?”

“Since when do you care about vegetables?” you giggled, standing up to stretch.

“Since they haven’t been jumping into action to keep my gorgeous girlfriend healthy!” Eddie pouted, holding you around your waist. 

“I’m okay, really, you guys,” you said, kissing Eddie quickly on the lips. “But I love that you care so much for me,” you smiled, “and I love you all.”

“I love you too, which is why-” Eddie scooped you up in his arms, “you are taking a break.”

“A break?” you asked, laughing as Eddie carried you to your room.

“Yes, a break,” Gareth said as he walked behind you and Eddie. 

“You’ve been working way too hard, and you always worry about us, making sure we’ve got food and all our homework done, so it’s about time that we take care of you!” Jeff said. “So,”

“So, we’re going to spend the rest of today and tomorrow making sure that our amazing vocalist is rested and rejuvenated,” Eddie said sweetly, laying you down in your bed and taking off your shoes.

“You guys can’t possibly be serious,” you said. “How are we going to have band practice if I’m not there?”

“Well, that’s the thing,” Jeff smiled, “we’re going to pamper you!” he said.

“Behold, m’lady,” Eddie said as he presented a big bag. “I compiled it while you were snoozing,” he winked.

“And just what is in this mysterious pampering bag?” you asked humorously. 

“Everything you’ll need for a relaxing time with the guy you love most,” Eddie said with a wink, tossing you some pajamas. 

“And we’ll be waiting on you hand and foot, Miss Y/N,” Gareth said royally, making you laugh.

“You guys are too good to me,” you smiled softly.

“You’re always the one looking out for us, so we figured it’s time we pay it back,” Jeff smiled. “Now go get changed! We have face masks in two minutes!”

You changed quickly, and when you exited the bathroom, Eddie was sitting on your bed in comfy clothes and his hair pulled back. 

“First task! We got this gloopy thing for your faces,” Jeff grinned, holding up a few clay mask jars. You chuckled as you sat down in front of Eddie, who kissed you softly.

“Now, apply the mask to your partner,” Gareth instructed. Eddie took a glob of the face mask and dotted it all over your face. 

“You’re being very strategic,” you smirked.

“I recently learned about the T-zone,” Eddie said happily, moving his finger down the bridge of your nose.

“Impressive,” you said as you started to spread the mask on his face.

“And don’t worry, I’ve already requested that these two leave us alone after this,” Eddie whispered, winking at you.

“Aw, I like them! But spending some one-on-one time with you does sound wonderful,” you smiled softly.

“Yes, we’ve been accused of being, what was the word, Gareth?”

“I believe the word was miscreants, Jeff,” Gareth replied, feigning offense. 

“But, because we love you, Y/N, we’re going to be here for whatever you need,” Jeff finished.

“Thanks, you guys, it means a lot to me that you guys care so much.”

“You’re our family, Y/N, and we’ve got to look out for each other. If you still refuse to break up with Eddie, we have to save you some other way,” Jeff shrugged. 

“You see? Miscreants,” Eddie whisper-yelled. 

“Whatever, we’re gonna go pick up food, so we’ll be back,” Gareth said, patting Jeff on the back. 

“Bye, you guys, thanks again!” you said cheerily.

“You are very welcome,” Jeff said, then waved at you both. 

Eddie looked over at you, smiling softly. His face mask cracked a little on the corners of his mouth, and a little by his eyes. He held your hand lightly as you both looked at each other, soaking in the peace and rare alone time. You gazed back at him lovingly, looking into his soft brown eyes. One of his curls had fallen out of his ponytail, so you moved it behind his ear. Wordlessly, he moved himself to sit against the headboard as you moved to sit in front of him, leaning back into his chest. He wrapped his arms around yours as he sighed contentedly. 

“I can’t remember the last time I rested like this,” you said quietly. Eddie hummed and hugged you tighter.

“I’m glad we’re doing this, then. You deserve to take a break just like the rest of us. It’s not good for you to be overworking yourself and also picking up our slack.”

“It doesn’t feel that way,” you said. “I just feel like I’m doing my job.”

“Well, either way, we need to stop taking you for granted. I need to stop taking you for granted.”

“Sweetheart,” you said with concern, turning to face him, “when have you ever taken me for granted?” As you looked at him, you took the washcloth by the bed and began gently removing the mask from his face. 

“All the time! I mean, you’re always so kind, always looking out for me, and I feel like I do nothing. I mean, look at us right now! Here you are taking care of me even when it’s your day,” he said sadly. 

You leaned forward and kissed Eddie, holding his cheek. The kiss was deeper and longer than usual, and Eddie, a bit surprised, held your waist softly. 

“Loving you and the band makes me happy,” you said, rubbing his cheek.

Eddie grabbed the other washcloth and pensively cleaned your face. “I just don’t want it to take away from you or make you feel like you’re not loved back by me, and I want you to know I appreciate you,” he said somberly.

“I do know,” you encouraged him. “You can’t take someone for granted if you love them, and you, Eddie Munson, are a lover,” you said quietly, pressing your forehead to his. He smiled as he held your hands, leaning in for another kiss. 

-🎶-

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[leaveitbythewave]

the weed.

Chapter 4.

The meal of choice was citrus glazed salmon with pan seared scallops and a garden salad. It was a beautiful spread of meat and vegetables on a golden plate with matching silverware. 

Sir James sat at the head of the table and we only began eating after he had lifted his fork. Not that this was a practice that had to be done but it was just something we had all picked up after watching countless hours of period films. 

“Susanna has really outdone herself. This salmon is divine. Venetia darling, have some.” Sir James remarks as he lays out the cloth napkin across his lap.

Nodding her head she cuts the salmon into small pieces and takes slow bites. 

I watch her carefully knowing that I will have to make sure to stand near the bathroom after dinner and give her plenty of words of affirmation. Truly it breaks my heart that she feels such hatred towards herself. 

“Oliver, how do you find the salmon?” Elspeth says. 

“Oh, it’s wonderful. I haven’t ever had a meal this nice.” He responds by digging into his salmon. 

His eyes meet mine and for a second I can see a switch in his character. His once young, doe-eyed stare turns into a tilted sinister more dominant smirk but as soon as I see it, it has vanished and he goes back to his salmon. 

Not realizing I am still staring, Felix kicks my ankle with his foot, “something more interesting than dinner Margot?”. His words are dripping with sarcasm as the fork slides suggestively across his tongue. 

Shifting my eyes to Felix I smirk at his suggestive manner, “I was just thinking that tomorrow might be the day we show Oliver what it’s like to be a weed.” 

“A what?” Oliver questions wiping the corners of his mouth.

“Oh sweet boy, the things you have yet to learn.” Venetia comments while taking a sip of her wine. 

Mingling in the weeds is something we have done since we were teenagers. It began as a peaceful place to think and read and evolved into leaving everything behind and becoming one with the weeds, and yes that means clothing too. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.                            ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.                            ───

“Honestly, how hard is it to find a rich vampire to look at me once and instantly fall in love. I mean if a plain girl like Bella can find it by simply walking into fucking biology…” Venetia has been reading the Twilight series this summer and has now found another issue with the current world we live in, there are no vampires. 

“Here’s a question I would love answered…would the sex with a vampire be good?” I say pushing my glasses up on my head.

“Obviously. I mean they would have had plenty of time to practice.” Venetia snorts.

“That is a fair point but I mean they are dead…so wouldn’t it be like ice cold and if an erection is caused by blood flow how does that work if they are dead. Like do they use the blood they have consumed from others to do that…”

“Ollie! Thank god, please come and save us from this conversation,” Felix holds up his hands in prayer at Oliver’s arrival. 

Oliver nods his head and begins walking towards the field as Farleigh’s voice stops him, “everything stays behind…even the linens.” 

Oliver’s eyes shift from each person but none of us move. His hands grip the top of his bottoms as he slowly pulls them down.

Venetia and I share a smirk and we can hear Farleigh’s chime of approval. 

“So what do you all do out here?”

“Whatever we want.” Venetia laughs. 

Lightly humming to myself I lean back and rest on the grass with my hands placed on the ground running my fingers over the small patches. I feel the light touch of a fingertip tracing my wrist and I try to compose myself so the others don’t notice. 

“I’ve barely touched you and your body is already reacting to me…”

I take in a sharp breath as I feel the warm breath from his words and the touch of his lips on the shell of my ear. 

“You’re making this just too easy…for what would Felix think? While he’s there, enjoying his classic first edition and you’re here trying to hold your breath…scared you might unfold right here…by a single touch…” 

With each vowel he pushes past his lips I can feel mine growing dry. I lightly slip my tongue between my lips and wet them while my cheeks hollow in from holding my breath. The way he is able to get inside my head and make me forget the current spot I am in…he’s dangerous.

Feeling a sense of confidence, I lift my glasses from my face and roll over onto my stomach smirking at him.

“You sure have a lot of confidence for a man who just arrived by invitation. How do you know that the shift in my body movement wasn’t from the wind?” 

He leans his head down low, moving his eyes from the bodies behind us making sure they aren’t gawking and he gently caresses my chin. He doesn’t say a word but the way he is looking at me, it’s like he is looking through me. The man looking at me is not the boy that I had met back at school. His hand moves down to my neck and he gives it a small squeeze and as quick as it happens, it’s over. He lays back on the ground and places his arm over his eyes. 

Venetia pats her book on my shoulder and when I turn around to look at her, her sunglasses are pushed down to the bridge of her nose and she is smirking at me. I give her a look that reads don’t tell and she nods her head, placing her finger in front of her mouth and making the appropriate sound. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.                            ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.                            ───

Laying on my bed my hands find a loose string on the bottom of my shirt. Twirling it around my finger I watch the once pink based skin turn purple…he’d probably make me-

“Madame, your presence is requested downstairs.” Miriam the housekeeper says after bursting through the room. 

Making my way down the staircase I hear the echoes of frustration bouncing off the walls once I reach the final step. 

“YOU HAVE DONE NOTHING BUT BLEED THIS FAMILY DRY THE SECOND THE CAR PARKED AND LET DROPPED YOU OFF.” 

Much like a family dinner when we were kids, I find my peers hiding in a corner with their eyes casted to the ground hoping they are not brought into the conversation. 

“What’s got your dad so upset?” I ask, placing my hand in Venetia’s open one. 

“Farleigh apparently has been in communication with someone regarding my father’s Palissy plates that he wanted to sell…” Felix murmurs chewing on the toothpick in his mouth.

“What the fuck Farleigh…how did he find out?”

“The joker cc’d him on the email.” 

Hearing the stomping coming our way, we all look towards the clearing near the stairs. Farleigh stops and runs his hands over his face. The distress is painted all over him. He wipes his eyes and once he sees us all standing to the left he rushes over. 

“I didn’t do this. You, you have to believe me. I don’t even know what those fucking plates are.” He pleads while looking at Felix.

Without saying a word Felix shakes his head and keeps his head pointed towards the ground. 

“Margot…Margot you have to believe me. I wouldn’t do this. I wouldn’t hurt the family, or sacrifice my home like this. You have to believe me please…please mar.” His cries are raspy and if this had happened prior to him throwing me like garbage…I probably would have acted differently. 

“Oh but Farleigh…I’m just a little girl that doesn’t stand up for herself and is going to be…what was the phrase you used…on the edge of the bed on my back waiting for the money to fall.”  

Backing up from his grasp I feel Oliver’s hand on my lower back guide me to the group again. Leaning into his touch Farleigh’s eyes squint in understanding. He nods his head slowly and glances at all of us before walking out of the door. 

Felix and Venetia move towards the door to watch him jump in the car while Oliver and I stay in the same spot. His hand moves from its place on my back down to the top of my skirt, then the bottom before running his finger up the back of my thigh to the inside when I let out a small gasp. 

“Shh…now be a good girl for me and stay nice and quiet…we wouldn’t want them seeing us.” Oliver whispers as he moves my panties to the side and easily slides his middle finger inside me. 

As soon as he finds a smooth rhythm, the others turn around and he removes his finger, letting it linger on the outside.

“Margot, are you okay? Your face is flushed.” Venetia remarks holding onto my cheeks. 

Nodding, I gave a small smile and released the breath I had been holding, “yeah I think I just need to go lay down. It is really hot in this room and I am feeling quite faint.” 

Moving towards the stairs I turn my neck towards them when I reach the second step and both Oliver and Felix are staring at me. Oliver with a look of knowing and accomplishment and Felix…with sadness? 

Walking up the staircase, I take slow strides coming to terms with what I’m doing. Felix asked me not to make this a thing and here I am not intentionally making it a thing but…i am also not stopping it. 

Stopping right in front of my door I take a deep inhale and exhale slowly. Shaking my head I open the door and close it gently behind me hearing footsteps coming up behind me…

#oliver quick #saltburn fanfiction #felix catton

[detroit-grand-prix]

Wildest Dreams Chapter 26 - Holy Ground, Part 2

Chapter summary: It's qualifying day in Texas. Bee is stuck on an emotional rollercoaster. It might be more terrifying than an actual race itself.

Content warning: N/A

Chapter word count: 4,084

Author's Notes: I apologize for the long break between chapters. This story has been (technically) completed on AO3 for a while, but I didn't realize I didn't actually post these last two chapters when I was building my fanfic masterlist a long time ago. I'm trying to catch up on working on that, so that means posting these last two chapters of the story for those of you that are following it exclusively through my tumblr. I was originally going to make this chapter both qualifying and the race, but I realized how monstrous of a chapter that would be when I got to the end of qualifying and was already well over 3,000 words in.

Plus, I think it will be nice to give qualifying day and race day each their own chapter, you know?

While I've been writing this, I've tried to keep some of the race results and things that happened during the race as similar to the real world as possible (minus the minor deviations of Williams having better results, etc.) but expect me to take a lot of liberty with this next chapter for the sake of narrative.

Chapter Text

Circuit of the Americas, Austin, Travis County, Texas, United States of America October 23rd, 2021

Saturday meant practice and qualifying. Bee thought she was getting a decent handle on the track - she was in the top half of the free practice timesheets, at least.

She had some time to eat between practice and qualifying, but she found she didn’t have much of an appetite - the pressure was starting to sink in.

Susie and Emilia were both sitting with her in the Williams hospitality area while she picked half-heartedly at a salad.

“You need to eat more, Phoebe. You’re going to regret it later if you don’t.” Emilia said.

“I know! I just -” Bee said, frustrated. She wasn’t a little kid avoiding her vegetables, her stomach just felt like it would reject any food at the moment. “I don’t know why, I haven’t felt this nervous since my first race.”

“Hey,” Susie said, reaching out to lay her hand over Bee’s. “I know, it’s a lot of pressure to want to do well for your home crowd, because they’re here to support you. But you can’t let yourself get too caught up in that - once you get in the car and put your helmet on, just treat it like you would racing anywhere else in the world. Plus, the people that came all the way here to see you race are going to support you no matter what happens.”

“I know, but -” Bee sighed. “Okay. You’re right. That’s exactly how it happened at my first race. Once I got going, it just felt… normal. I guess I’m just overthinking it because it’s here.”

Emilia looked thoughtful for a second, and checked her watch. “We have a little bit of time before we need to get you warmed up for qualifying, but… if you’re feeling nervous, we can spend a little more time on some deep breathing, or massage, if that will help.”

Bee perked up a little bit at the suggestion. “That sounds… nice. Okay. Let’s do that.”

“But -” Emilia said, “I want you to eat at least a little more before we do. It’s not going to do you any good if you’re nervous and hungry during qualifying.”

Bee sighed, and took a few more bites of her salad, making sure to at least get all of the pieces of roast chicken that dotted her salad. If nothing else, protein was good - it would help keep her full.

They said goodbye to Susie with a promise to meet back up in the garage after qualifying, and headed back to Bee’s driver room. Emilia turned off the lights as she closed the door- “I hate these fluorescent lights. There. That’s probably more relaxing.” - as Bee hopped up onto the massage table and laid down on her stomach.

“Actually,” Emilia said, gently. “I don’t know how you’d feel about this… and you don’t have to, if you’re not comfortable with it, but it might feel better without your undershirt in the way. I’ll be able to push deeper into your muscles, at least. And I have an aromatherapy lotion that might help calm you down. I can use that, if you’d like?”

Bee’s brain filled with static at the suggestion, but she still felt herself sitting back up, wiggling out of her snug fireproof shirt, and setting it on a shelf next to the massage table, like it was a reflex. “That… sounds nice. Yeah.” She said.

“Okay. If you get uncomfortable at any point, let me know, and we can just do what we normally do.” Emilia said.

Emilia found the bottle of lotion in her kit, put some into her hands, and rubbed them together to warm things up. The room filled with the floral scent of chamomile and lavender. Bee breathed deeply. It was already comforting.

“Okay. Let me know if my hands are too cold.” Emilia said, pressing them gently across the middle of Bee’s back. They weren’t cold at all - they were pleasantly warm, and she was pressing with such a weight that Bee felt herself calm down further.

“Oh, you are kind of tight today.” Emilia said, as her hands traveled over the solid planes of Bee’s upper back, still staying on top of her bra. She was gentle at first, letting the warmth of her hands and the calming effects of the lotion take some of the tension out of Bee’s muscles, but eventually let herself press deeper and deeper, attempting to release the knots in earnest.

It seemed to be working - Bee was already noticeably more relaxed by the time Emilia finished.

“Okay, sit up, please.” Emilia said.

Bee opened her eyes back up and did as Emilia requested. “Let’s go through some breathing, now.” Bee was sitting on the table, with Emilia standing in front of her. “Give me your hands.”

Bee didn’t ask why, she just held them out. Emilia took them in hers, and Bee couldn’t help notice how warm and soft they felt. She wasn’t sure why Emilia was doing this, but it felt almost grounding as they went through their normal deep breathing progression.

“There. Feel better?” Emilia said, turning the light back on once they’d finished.

“Yeah, actually, a lot.” Bee said.

“Good.” Emilia said. “Then we should plan on taking a little more time for this tomorrow as well. Here -” She said, handing Bee her nomex undershirt. “Let’s go ahead and go through your warm-ups before you have qualifying.”

After Bee got warmed up and ready, she headed back out to the Williams garage for the briefing she always had with Gaetan before sessions. Claire caught her on the way in, though.

“There was someone looking for you earlier. I think it was one of the guests you invited?”

“Was it my parents?” Bee said, looking around. She’d given her parents paddock passes, but they were sitting in the grandstands with the rest of Bee’s family for qualifying, as far as she knew. They’d be in the garage for the race tomorrow.

“No, it was two women, actually. I think they’re in the viewing gallery,” Claire said, pointing to the rows of chairs set up in the back of the garage. They’d often have guests - usually employees of their sponsor companies - seated there to watch the race.

Bee craned her neck to the back of the garage area, and saw a middle-aged woman with bright red hair, wearing a Williams t-shirt, seated next to a younger woman, who was wearing a matching shirt. “Oh! Okay! I know who that is.” She was excited.

“Tell Gaetan I’ll be over in a moment, please!” She told Claire, over her shoulder, as she walked to the back of the garage.

As she walked up, the woman didn’t see her - she was looking at her phone, until -

“Adelle?”

Adelle looked up, and it looked like it took a second for Bee’s presence to register, but after a split-second, she was on her feet, pulling Bee into a tight hug. Bee would have normally been startled by the unsolicited affection from a near-stranger, but not this time. She returned Adelle’s embrace.

“Phoebe Stallard, after all this time. I can’t believe it.”

Adelle stepped back, looking Phoebe up and down. “I really can’t believe it. Look at you. I knew when I met you, you’d make it someday. I was so excited to get your package, and - oh, this -” she said, indicating the woman next to her, who was now standing as well. “Is my daughter, Olivia. We started watching the races together again once I told her there was a woman that got signed to Williams.”

Bee stuck her hand out to shake hands with Olivia. “It’s nice to meet you, Olivia.”

“Honestly, I thought she was crazy when she told me she knew you, like, you don’t know somebody just because you were sitting next to them on a flight, mum. But then she got your package in the post and I thought, well, I guess she does know her.”

Bee laughed. “Well, it was a long flight! We got to talk about a lot, and she told me something I really needed to hear at that point in my career - I was just coming off of a very rough period, then, and something your mom told me let me know I was… on the right track. Pardon the pun.”

They talked for a few minutes about how Olivia had gotten bored with watching Formula 1 years ago because there wasn’t anyone she really felt like rooting for. But at the end of 2019, she’d read the news that Bee had been signed to Williams and called her mother up immediately and told her that there was a female driver for the first time in decades. Adelle, of course, told her daughter that she had met Bee a few years prior on a flight back from Mexico. Olivia was currently in university, so she and her mother watched the races together via Facetime every Sunday.

“I really liked Susie Wolff… way back in, what, 2014? 2015? I thought she was going to make it onto the grid, but then she retired.” Olivia said. “So I’m glad you made it, and it’s funny that you’re on the team she was on.”

“Actually,” Bee said, “She’s my mentor, more or less. She’s one of the reasons I’ve been able to make it. I think she will be around the garage after qualifying if you want to meet her. I don’t think she’d mind.”

Adelle and Olivia got excited about that. They’d always wanted to meet her.

Bee eventually had to leave for her briefing, but she gave Adelle and Olivia each one last hug.

“Thank you so much for the passes and the shirts. We’ve had an amazing time here so far, and I’m really glad we got to do this together.” Olivia said.

Bee smiled. “It was my pleasure.”

After meeting Adelle and her daughter, the last of Bee’s nerves for qualifying had almost completely disappeared. Susie, of course, was right - the people that supported her would support her no matter how she did. She wanted to do her best, still, but the pressure of possibly letting people down was off.

She had her normal briefing with Gaetan, they went over the strategy for the day. They discussed some of the changes they’d made to her car after the morning free practice to try to compensate for some high tire wear they were seeing. It was a warm day, and this track was naturally hard on tires.

“…If you can get some speed taking Turn 9 flat, you don’t need to lift or brake for turn 10, the curve is gentle enough. And in Turn 11, make sure you get a good exit. It’s right before the DRS zone, so that’s where you’re going to want to try to aim for most of your overtakes. Questions?” Gaetan said, going over the notes he’d taken from practice.

“Wait, turn 9, flat?” Bee said. Turn 9 was a chicane at the end of a series of s-curves, and you had to make sure to carry a wider line in turns 7 and 8 to position yourself to take turn 9 flat.

Oh, and you had to be a little brave. She had been lifting a little bit through that section, and losing some time in the sector.

“You can do it. You’ve gotten close already.”

She stuck her radio earbuds in her ears, pulled her HANS device and balaclava over her head, and clambered into the car - she would wait a few moments before she put her helmet on.

Emilia came over with her drink bottle and handed it to her. She squatted next to the car so she was level with the cockpit. “Hey, how are you feeling?”

“Okay, I think. I’m ready.” Bee said.

Emilia grabbed one of Bee’s hands from where it was resting on the top of the steering wheel, and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“You can do this. I -” Emilia paused. It looked like she wasn’t sure what she’d wanted to say. “I’m rooting for you.”

Bee smiled at her trainer. “Thank you. I’m going to do my best.” She squeezed Emilia’s hand back. It was time to pull on her helmet and gloves and get ready to start.

“Radio check, Phoebe. Are you ready?” Bee heard in her headset.

“Loud and clear, Gaetan. Let’s do this.”

The mechanics got her car set to launch, and as soon as she got the signal from her pit crew supervisor, she was off and running on her out lap.

She took a moment to look at the grandstands as she passed them, and she was astounded. It was always a little hard to see, but it was clear that they were absolutely packed. She also saw something that stunned her - a veritable sea of American flags.

She thought for a moment that they were just because this was an American race, but she had been to races here before and hadn’t ever seen anything quite like this. Those fans were here for her. It gave her a shot of confidence before she crossed the line to start her first flying lap.

She was dialed in. It felt like she and the car were finally able to work together. Up the hill of turn 1, turning into the sharp left-hander at the top, through the sweeping high-speed turn 2, into 3 and 4’s copy of Silverstone’s Maggots through Chapel turns. Through 5 and 6 she had to find the right balance of the throttle to carry the speed through into the Interlagos-style S-curves. She almost had it flat through turn 9 like Gaetan had told her, but she was hampered by traffic.

That’s okay - she’d get it next lap. Through the tight hairpin and into the long back straight. And then, into the series of curves modeled after the Hockenheimring, and probably Bee’s favorite part of the track. She had to make sure to use turns 13 and 14 to get the right entrance into turn 15, which was hard-braking down to almost half-speed. Getting the right line here was essential, but she swore she could almost hear the roar from the infield grandstands as she passed. Three more sweeping corners and she was back at the start line with her first time set.

“Very good, Phoebe. That was P9 so far. Keep it up.” Gaetan said.

“Thanks. I got caught in traffic in sector 2, hopefully I can get it this time.”

“Copy. Keep pushing.”

She and George got through Q1 without issue, - strange that even just last year she was thrilled if she made it out.

In Q2, she managed to start building a rhythm of sorts, and finally managed to get around the turn 9 chicane flat - traffic was no longer an issue now that the first five had dropped out, and this wasn’t a short track anyway. She had to be careful about doing slower runs to cool her tires, though.

She had an incredibly quick lap during Q2, managing to set all green sectors - F1 used color-coded indicators on timesheets for each section of the track. Purple sectors meant that you had set the fastest time overall in that sector, green sectors meant that you had set your personal best for the day, and yellow sectors meant that you’d fallen short of your best time. All green sectors were good - it meant that her car was getting faster as the track evolved and was gaining more rubber from tires passing over it, increasing the grip of each car.

She went over the line once Q2 ended and waited to hear if she’d made it through to Q3. She made it for the first time in Turkey, but she ended her session right after Q2 because there was no point in running any more with her grid penalty at that race.

“Phoebe, that was P8, we are in Q3. Great job.”

A wave of relief washed over Bee as she drove back to the garage for the break between sessions. She only needed to run for 12 more minutes, and she was at least guaranteed to be in the top 10.

She did her best to keep herself calm as she went back out for more flying laps.

“Okay, Gaetan. Starting my flier right now, please keep me up to date between runs. I need to know where I can pick up some time for this one.”

“Copy, Phoebe.”

He gave her lap-by-lap updates, until eventually, the session was ending. Phoebe pushed with everything she had on the last lap she knew she was timed, and held her breath as she crossed the line, waiting to hear her placement for tomorrow.

“Okay, Phoebe. That is… P…”

She waited, nervous as she started her in lap. "Asshole." She thought. Gaetan was usually fairly no-nonsense, and didn't usually have much of a sense of humor over the but right now, he was teasing her.

“6!” He said. “That was an amazing last lap, you just edged out Sainz. Wonderful work.”

Phoebe exhaled, and could feel the tension leave her body with a laugh.

“Holy shit. Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She wasn’t even really sure what else to say.

“And you’ve out-qualified Mr. Russell! He’s at P8 for tomorrow. Incredibly well done.” Gaetan added.

It was the first time she remembered out-qualifying George. In Monza, he was ahead of her during qualifying, but she managed to overtake him in the race. She drove back to the garage and felt triumphant when she got out. Emilia and Susie were waiting for her, both gathering her into a hug at the same time as she climbed out of the car, before she even had a chance to take her helmet off.

“Where did that come from?” Susie asked Bee as she pulled off her helmet and balaclava. She was laughing. “You were driving like a woman possessed.”

“I kind of felt like it.” Bee said. “I really want to be on the podium tomorrow. I mean, I always want to be, but it feels like I might have a chance, now.”

She turned her head for a second, back toward the viewing gallery, and saw Adelle and her daughter.

“Oh! Before I go change and stuff, would you come with me for a second? There’s people here that want to meet you, if you have a second. I invited them. Do you remember me telling you about that woman I met on that flight? It was a long time ago.”

“I think… actually, I do remember that!” Susie said.

“Well, I managed to track her down.” Bee was already leading Susie back to the viewing gallery as she was talking.

It was really lovely, seeing Adelle and Olivia meet Susie. Bee felt a bit bad about putting Susie up to it without really asking first, but if Susie was annoyed, she definitely didn’t show it. Actually, she seemed happy that someone had recognized her racing career on her own merit. Bee had noticed that whenever Susie had to do press, people were far more interested in asking about Toto. Susie had a formidable career now on her own, as the former team principal and now CEO of a successful Formula E team.

After, Bee went to shower and change, and then she had a few press obligations and interviews to do. She had an interview with Netflix to do, but after that she was free. The rest of the day and evening felt like a bit of a blur. She met her extended family for dinner, and she brought Emilia with her. (This time, Emilia stuck with Bee’s advice and managed to avoid accidental extended conversations.)

After meeting with her family, she headed back to the hotel, intending to get a good night’s sleep - if she could. Tomorrow would be a big day. She said goodnight to Emilia and headed down the hall to her room, when, behind her, she heard someone calling her name from down the hallway.

“Phoebe!”

She turned around to see Charles Leclerc half-jogging toward her from down the hallway. He was a handsome man, with dark hair that was usually some degree of disheveled, light brown eyes, and a boyish, sweet-looking face. He reminded Bee of a cat, somehow.

“Oh! Hi, Charles.”

“I just wanted to tell you, good job today. You’ve really been improving all season.”

“Ah… thank you. I’m just trying not to be nervous about tomorrow.” Bee said, looking down at the strangely-patterned hallway carpeting. “I thought Germany was my home race because I grew up there, but racing in the country you represent is… different.”

“I understand.” He said.

“How… do you deal with the pressure of performing in your home race?” Bee asked him, still not really looking up at him.

He laughed a little, but it wasn’t really a genuine laugh, more of a sad one. “I’m not really the person to ask, I’ve never had a good result in Monaco.”

“Oh. Right. I’m sorry.” Bee said, looking up at him now. “I… forgot.”

There was a joke around Formula 1 that Charles Leclerc had a “Monaco curse”. He was the only Monegasque driver on the grid, but he had yet to actually finish any race in Monaco. He had gotten pole position when they raced there a few months ago, but a gearbox issue from a qualifying crash prevented him from even starting the race. In his season in Formula 2, he had to retire because of a loose tire from another car causing damage to his. Another crash ended his run when he raced for Sauber in his first F1 season, and he hit a wall in 2019. The 2020 race was canceled altogether.

“No, it’s okay. Because even though I still haven’t finished a race in Monaco, the people there support me, and want me to do the best I can. So that helps, a bit. I think it’s the case for you, here. I’ve never seen so many American flags in the grandstands every time I’ve been here. Even if you crash out completely, you might have some that are disappointed in you, but you will have so many more people that just want you to try again next time.”

It was basically the same thing Susie had told her yesterday, but it was nice to hear it from someone else, and from someone that had their share of issues with their home race.

“Thank you… that actually makes me feel a lot better. Good luck tomorrow.” Bee said, turning toward the door of her room to unlock it.

“You’re welcome. And good luck to you, as well.” Charles smiled, and turned back to head back to his own room.

Bee went into her room, plopped down on the end of her bed, and just enjoyed the quiet for a few minutes. It was the first time she’d been alone, really, all day, other than when she and Emilia were in her driver’s room earlier. Honestly, she’d wished Emilia was here now, instead of upstairs in her own room. But, it was probably good for her to have some alone time.

Finally, she went about the business of getting ready for bed - brushing her teeth, washing her face, flossing, and so on. She scrolled a little bit through TikTok and Twitter (she didn’t have a TikTok account where she posted things, she just liked to look), and then it was time for sleep.

After a few minutes of fruitlessly attempting to will herself into sleepiness, she decided to try a visualization technique that Natalie had taught her a while ago. While she usually chose to visualize the track, this time, she decided on another image.

It was tomorrow, the race was done, and she was on the podium. She didn’t really notice what step she was on, or care. The American flag was bright behind her, shining from one of the LED displays behind it. She had the flag draped around her shoulders. There was one of those Pirelli podium hats sitting on her head, covering her messy hair. She actually didn’t like hats in general and hardly ever wore them, but she’d wear that one proudly. She could feel the heat of the Texas sun, and she could feel the cool, heavy weight of the bottle of victory champagne in her hands as she popped it open. She felt the cold droplets of spray from the bottles of her competitors that were on the podium with her - she didn’t see who the other two were, she didn’t care. The full-throated roar of the home crowd was almost enough to drown out “Les Toreadors”.

She was finally able to fall asleep.

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